Chapter 12- something unexpected happened

Frank searched through his memory for various things and said, "I remember when mining water and light elemental crystals, a byproduct called milk salt is produced. Adding it to water for bathing leaves a fragrance similar to a mixture of fresh flowers and milk. Tiffany, would you like to try?"

Tiffany blinked, saying softly, "I don't know what that is. Do we have it here?"

"Just pray for the Goddess's blessing," Frank smiled, turning around, deciding to further increase faith in this little slave girl who didn't seem to know much about anything. "I am a messenger of the gods, and within a certain range of prayers, the Goddess will fulfill my wishes."

"Is she really that good, the lady Goddess?"

"Yes, she is the Goddess of Harvest and Production, but she has been forgotten over time. As long as you have steadfast faith, the Goddess will continue to bless everyone." He put his hand on the cup, pressed the lid, and created a cup full of milk salt.

Turning around, he placed the cup in front of Tiffany. "Here, pray sincerely to the Goddess's blessing."

Tiffany nervously said, "But I don't know how."

"You don't need any special prayers. She is a gentle and beautiful goddess. Just sincerely thank her."

"Um..." She hesitated for a moment, then said earnestly, "Thank you, gentle and beautiful Goddess, for giving me your creation."

"Open the lid and take a look."

She held her breath, lifted the lid, and peeked inside. "Is this... milk salt?" Her eyes became incredibly surprised. After all, Frank had just finished the last sip of water from the cup. "Where did it... come from?"

"The Goddess's blessing can transcend time and space in the body of a messenger like me. So, since I felt your faith, enjoy this gift from the Goddess."

The tiny white powder poured into the hot water, quickly dyeing it a faint milky white. In the bathtub, which originally had only a faint scent of dried flower petals, a rich fragrance immediately spread out, like hot milk sprinkled with osmanthus flowers and sugar.

It seemed that this deliberate performance successfully amazed the innocent Tiffany.

After Frank sat down on the bed, he immediately heard the reminder from his consciousness.

"Current faith has reached 8, and faith level can be increased at any time through sacrifices."

Taking advantage of the fact that only Tiffany could provide faith points, Frank also reaffirmed the corresponding modification of faith attitude.

Level 8 is called "Fanatic Devotion". With faith reaching level 8, the level of affection should also not be low. After Ivanka finishes, he decides to tease Tiffany a bit and try to increase her level of lust.

Conservatively estimating, with her at Level 8, she should be able to absorb more than half of the Holy Semen in one go.

Before thoroughly mastering his abilities, Frank doesn't intend to start his official journey too early. This world is too vast, with too many unknowns. Relying solely on himself and Tiffany, two ordinary humans with little combat ability, they have no capability to confront any risks. Moreover, Ivanka is still unresolved, which is also a problem.

"Ivanka, feeling more comfortable after your bath?"

"... Why aren't you replying? You should have heard my communication."

"I don't know what to say. Just the thought that I'll be defenseless and at your mercy soon, unable to resist while you ravage me, leaves me speechless. You don't even have the gentleness to let me finish speaking now. You... You hung up on me last night."

"That wasn't a phone call..."

"That's what I meant! I had no way to contact you, so I had to wait for you to contact me. And you still interrupted me... sniff... I hate you, Fat Thunder. You may have slimmed down, but your heart has turned cruel."

"But didn't you want me to help you find a way back? But the Goddess said you're my helper. If you keep resisting me like this, I won't even dare to leave this inn, how can I help you?"

"Say what you want. I'm not such an easily deceived little girl. I can't move now, so whatever you want to do... just do it. Anyway, my virginity has already been violated by you. Do as you please. I'm just... a poor, unfortunate soul."

Frank watched Tiffany diligently dry and clean Ivanka, placing her naked body on the bed, even thoughtfully spreading her legs. If he didn't order her to go back and continue washing, he wouldn't be surprised if she ended up pushing her buttocks towards him naked.

He maintained the open communication state, squatting down to tentatively touch her still swollen clitoris, thinking to himself, "Ivanka, if your body can feel pain, it should be able to feel pleasure too, right?"

frank remembered various things and considered for a moment before saying, "I remember that when mining veins of water and light magic crystals, there's a byproduct called milk salt. Adding it to water for bathing can leave a scent similar to a mix of flowers and milk. Tiffany, would you like to try?"

Tiffany blinked and whispered, "I don't know what that is. Do we have it here?"

"Just pray for the Goddess's blessing," Frank said with a smile, turning around to continue adding faith to the inexperienced slave. "I am a messenger of the gods, and within a certain range, the Goddess will grant my prayers."

"Is it really that good? The Goddess, I mean."

"It is. She is the goddess of abundance and fertility, but unfortunately, she has been forgotten over time. As long as you have faith, the Goddess will continue to bless everyone." He placed his hand on the cup, pressed the lid, and created a full cup of milk salt.

He turned around and placed the cup in front of Tiffany. "Come, sincerely pray to the Goddess's blessing."

Tiffany nervously said, "But I don't know how."

"No need for any special prayers. This is a gentle and beautiful goddess. Just sincerely thank her," Frank reassured her.

"Um..." She hesitated for a moment, then earnestly said, "Thank you, gentle and beautiful Goddess of abundance, for bestowing upon me your creation."

"Open the lid and take a look."

She held her breath, opened the lid, and peeked inside.

"Is this... milk salt?" Her eyes widened in surprise. After all, Frank had just finished drinking the last sip of water from the cup. "Where did it... come from?"

"The Goddess's blessing can transcend time and space in my hands as her messenger. Now, I've felt your faith. Enjoy this gift from the Goddess," Frank said. He poured the fine white powder into the hot water, quickly dyeing it a faint milky white. The bathtub, which had only a faint scent of dried petals, immediately filled with a rich fragrance, like hot milk sprinkled with osmanthus and sugar.

It seemed that this deliberate performance had successfully impressed the naive Tiffany. As Frank sat on the bed, he immediately heard a notification from his divine consciousness.

"Current faith has reached level 8, and you can increase faith level through sacrifice at any time." Taking advantage of the fact that only Tiffany could provide faith values herself, Frank reaffirmed his faith attitude.

Level 8 was called "Fanatical Devotion." With faith reaching level 8, the level of love should also be high. After Ivanka's day passed, he decided to tease Tiffany a bit more, hoping to increase her level of lust. Conservatively estimating, with this, she should be able to absorb more than half of a Holy Semen at once.

Before fully mastering his abilities, Frank didn't plan to start his journey too early. The world was too vast, and there were too many unknowns. Relying solely on him and Tiffany, two ordinary humans with no combat power, they didn't have the ability to face any risks. Plus, Ivanka still needed to be dealt with, which was another problem.

Frank glanced at Tiffany, who was diligently cleaning and preparing Ivanka's naked body on the bed, even opening her legs thoughtfully. If he didn't order her to return to continue bathing, he wouldn't be surprised if she ended up naked and pushing his behind.

Maintaining communication with Ivanka, Frank squatted down to tentatively touch her still swollen clitoris. He thought to himself, "Ivanka, if your body can feel pain, it should be able to feel pleasure too, right?"

"I can feel you touching. It's... a little bit... comfortable," Ivanka responded oddly. The clitoris should be the most sensitive part, shouldn't it? Frank furrowed his brow, wondering why it wasn't wet.

"Tiffany," whispered Tiffany, leaning against the edge of the tub. "Actually, for slaves like us, areas like the nipples and clitoris that are constantly rubbed with rough cloth aren't very sensitive. And since Ivanka was so scared by the piercing tool before, could these two areas have some trauma? Would you like to try stimulating her inside?"

"What nonsense is this?" Ivanka interjected tearfully. "Who said I'm the same as her? I'm Ivanka... I'm not a slave... sniff..."

Frank pondered for a moment. Since Ivanka's hymen was already broken, using his fingers should be fine, right? He spread apart her still slightly swollen labia, his fingers moistened with saliva, and tentatively entered her inner depths.

The tender flesh immediately wrapped around his fingers, dry but soft, with resistance that wasn't difficult to overcome. Unsure of how to stimulate her internally, as adult films couldn't provide internal views like manga or games, he resorted to lightly stroking the tender flesh with his curved fingertips.

He didn't know if it had any effect, but in his mind, Ivanka's sobbing seemed to pause for a moment, almost imperceptibly.

Whatever the case, he decided to give it a try.

He couldn't always rely on Tiffany to lubricate and penetrate her. Since he knew Ivanka would feel pain, he wanted to make her as wet as possible.

However, to his surprise, something unexpected happened.

Perhaps due to the lack of intense pain from breaking her hymen this time, her small slit quickly became drenched with slippery love juices as his fingers explored inside. Unable to resist, he lowered his head and watched her glistening labia, increasing the speed of his finger movements on the already slick mucous membrane.