Chapter 14- so happy

Soon enough, Frank's genitals, blessed by the goddess, became spirited and erect. With the lust side's attitude level always at zero, it meant there was tremendous potential for improvement.

Frank moved Ivanka aside, wiped away the oozing fluids from her swollen honey pot, and returned to Tiffany's side. He first kissed her slightly trembling lips.

As they kissed, he leaned to the left, conveniently avoiding her right side where the birthmark was more prominent. As for her underdeveloped figure... it oddly had a charming effect.

Similar to Ivanka, Tiffany's nipples and external genitalia weren't very sensitive. These low-level sex slaves probably hadn't undergone any professional training in sexual matters. Getting them to learn oral sex was probably quite an investment.

But that was okay. This kind of desire combined with innocence and confusion was extremely effective in awakening a man's primal instincts.

He pushed aside her hair, embracing a mindset of increasing favorability, and gently kissed the deep blue mark on Tiffany's left side. She became excited and started sobbing, trembling all over as she said, "Master... I'm so happy to meet you..."

Frank had never seen a girl show such easily satisfied behavior before... but that was understandable. Back then, even if he had jumped off a building for Ivanka, she would have just come over to soothe him gently, to avoid tarnishing her reputation.

This intense emotional feedback warmed Frank's heart.

"Don't worry, Tiffany. I'm actually a pretty good pharmacist. My blending skills are quite impressive," he said, looking into her tearful eyes and speaking softly. "Once I gather the materials, I'll make a potion for you that can help with this condition."

Tiffany couldn't speak, she just wiped her tears with her hands alternately.

He decided to move her even more and continued kissing down her slender waist, finally squatting at the edge of the bed and lifting her petite buttocks, bringing his tongue close to her somewhat childish groin area.

"Ah!" She let out a short cry of surprise, hastily sitting up in bed and supporting herself. "Master, master... this isn't right, I should be the one to please you. You should... ah... master... don't... ah... don't... like this... I..."

Frank had no intention of playing with her like a sex slave. He needed her genuine respect and love, not fear. And he could practice his tongue skills on her small vaginal opening.

"Ah..." Although her honey pot wasn't as sensitive as Ivanka's, it quickly began to tighten, her small mouth wrapping around his tongue, emitting moans with a hint of debauchery. "Master... I... so comfortable... there... melting... oh god, I'm sorry... sorry... need to... please you..."

"You're pleasing me right now," Frank gasped, lifting his head to look at her intoxicated expression, feeling extremely excited. He had to admit, men were vain creatures.

Despite the difference in attractiveness and emotional depth, Ivanka's body was unresponsive like a dead fish, except for the voices in his head. But Tiffany's current panting, trembling legs, and convulsing thighs really made him happier.

"R-really?" Tiffany looked somewhat incredulous. "But I'm the only one feeling pleasure..."

"Just knowing I have the ability to make you climax makes me feel good. It's comforting," Frank gently smiled. Whether it was the blessing from the goddess or the breaking of psychological barriers after losing his virginity, women weren't such unattainable creatures anymore. Suddenly, he understood many things.

"But I want to make your body feel good too." She crawled over, pushed aside her sweaty hair, and knelt beside the bed, taking his manhood into her mouth and moving back and forth.

Frank's body in this world was over six feet tall. With a slight bend, he could easily cover the petite Tiffany, who was about five feet tall. One hand supported him on the bed while the other caressed her moist flower chamber.

Her hymen was a broad crescent shape, allowing fingers to pass along the upper wall into the slippery inner flesh. The licking effect just now was quite effective; as he touched her inside, it was all slippery with honey.

Pressing his palm against her buttock crease, he applied pressure with his fingertips, rapidly excavating her tight and tender honey pot, wanting to quickly expand the gelatinous soft flesh to reduce the pain when he entered her.

Tiffany's lips tightened, emitting a long, melodious moan from her nose. The sensation of being stirred up in her honey pot made her naked body feel feverish, hotter than when she was soaking in the bath just now.

She endured and continued to move back and forth, but after a few minutes, she couldn't bear it anymore. Gasping for breath, she said, "Master... master... I... I can't... I can't... anymore... I... I'm... going to... ah..."

Her tender core tightened around Frank's fingers, and he clearly felt the girl's physical expression of pleasure—wet, tight, and full of life's elasticity.

He hadn't gained enough experience to resist this temptation.

Realizing that she was about to fully belong to her master, Tiffany didn't feel nervous or afraid; instead, she reached for her clothes, bit them in her mouth, and prepared herself to endure the pain.

But her honey pot, already moist enough and having undergone finger expansion, wouldn't experience the tearing pain again.

Frank gently pushed past the resistance until he met the barrier, then with a firm thrust, he pierced through her virgin garden, preferring the short pain over the long.

After a brief sting, Tiffany reached for her swollen belly, let go of her clothes, and revealed a tearful smile.

"Master... I'm so happy..."

"I am too," he said softly, realizing that she wasn't experiencing much pain and began gently thrusting.

However, the blessed genitals had a side effect at this moment.

As soon as his shaft began moving, the sensation of friction inside her core became so intense that it made him feel numb all over, as if every hair on his body was enjoying the pleasure of lovemaking.

It was hard for him to resist chasing this pleasure, so it was also difficult for him to maintain a gentle rhythm.

Fortunately, Tiffany had some ability to sense his intentions. She quickly gasped and said softly, "Master, you... can use more force, it's okay. I feel very comfortable... feeling a part of you inside me. I'm so happy... I could cry out loud. Please... go faster."

He immediately increased his speed, pinching her tiny nipples with his hands, creating two small conical peaks on her chest as her petite body rocked back and forth on the bed, causing the two little mounds to continuously change shape.

Frank quickly realized how much emotional factors could influence the physical union between a man and a woman.

Ivanka, who rejected him, would only get drier and more sensitive, even if she was soaked. There would still be no feeling of being vigorously plowed by him.

But Tiffany, who already admired him, faced the same thick rod—her nether region was even tighter—was becoming wetter and more excited. The muscles near her cervix would even clamp down on him like gums during climax, making him extremely comfortable.

If it weren't for Tiffany's poor endurance, he would even consider going all the way until he ejaculated uncontrollably due to his arousal.

This determination also solidified his decision when he ejaculated. If he randomly obtained the endurance attribute, he must give it to her!

"Absorb Holy Semen approximately 970000000, three-state level 18/30, Tiffany gains experience 582000000. Please choose a blessing."

With experience, Frank calmly examined the emerging runes.

Weapon Mastery—glowing, translucent white, with small font. Lumbering—very faint blue, with medium font. Willpower—very faint gold, with small font.

Frank immediately consulted the divine consciousness: Are the branching skill talents the same for all branches?

"No, they are displayed as averages. However, in low cases, it is rare to see one branch exceptionally high."

He roughly understood strength, agility, and endurance, but what about the other three attributes?

"Magic: talent in magic, improves magic efficiency, magical effects, and the success rate of negative magical effects. Willpower: resistance to mental influence of magic and reduces magic damage, improves magical healing ability, and the success rate of positive magical effects. Intelligence: improves magic power limit and magic recovery speed."

Ah... Frank thought for a moment. Given Tiffany's small stature, it's better not to engage in swordplay. Weapon Mastery, pass. Lumbering, what does this do? Is it for chopping wood to make money?

Choose Willpower, confirm.

"Chose to upgrade Willpower, Tiffany's base willpower is 5, with high talent. The initial experience requirement is 35,000, and with the 58,200,000 experience gained, she can increase by 53 levels. Tiffany's current Willpower is 5 + 53."

As time resumed its flow, Frank immediately consulted the divine consciousness again, asking if there was a reference point for the Willpower attribute, so he could understand how powerful an increase of 53 would be.

"The Willpower attribute of an average adult human male ranges from 5 to 15."

Oh, that sounds pretty strong. By the way, why use a plus sign? Wouldn't it be simpler to just give the final number?

"The number before the plus sign represents the base attribute, which can be further increased with the right methods. It is not affected by the number after the plus sign. This is a unique aspect of the attribute."

Ah, I see. Frank nodded. Just as he was about to withdraw his already thoroughly enjoyed little friend, he felt his buttocks tighten as Tiffany's feet wrapped tightly around him.