Chapter 25-ravenous

"Tiffany, is that you?"

"Yes, master." Tiffany's gentle voice trembled slightly, as if she had just been crying.

Frank jolted awake, quickly sat up, and his eyes adjusted to the light of the magic stone lamp. He grabbed Tiffany's shoulders, who was crouching by the bedside, and asked in alarm at the sight of the tear stains on her face, "What's wrong? Did someone bully you?"

Tiffany shook her head in panic and wiped her tears with her hand, saying, "No, no, I... I was just too emotional. I didn't expect that you, master... would trust me so much."

"Huh?"

"You only told me to sell the goods for some money, but you didn't tell me that these things... were so valuable. Were you testing my loyalty?" Tiffany said, holding a large bag, her eyes filled with tears. "Don't worry, master, I will never leave you, even if... even if there's so much money, I won't run away."

"Uh... a lot of money?" Frank frowned, "I'm not very familiar with the prices around here."

"It's not about the prices!" Tiffany refuted loudly, with an admiring expression, "It's your craftsmanship. The receptionist at the adventurers' guild said they had never received such high-quality hemostatic ointment here before, and they wanted to buy it all immediately. I said I wanted to come back and confirm with you, but they... they kept raising the price three times, and in the end, the money they offered... I just couldn't refuse. Master... I didn't... sell it too cheaply, did I?"

Frank put on the new clothes Tiffany bought for him. According to the design, there were hidden pockets everywhere. "It's okay, Tiffany, you can sell it for any price. I'm not too concerned about the money."

Tiffany handed him the bag. When he opened it, he was stunned to find that what he thought was a bag full of copper coins was at least half filled with silver coins, estimating to be over a hundred pieces.

He was about to marvel at the considerable income when he saw Tiffany stand up and lift her dress high, biting the hem, then pulling down the waistband of her panties.

Huh? Is she suddenly in heat?

"Master, that's the change. This is the main part..." She took out two small golden coins from her panties, slightly sticky with her scent. One side of the coin depicted a balance, and the other side had an image of a six-winged goddess.

More curious about the images on the coins than the considerable wealth, Frank asked, "Tiffany, do you know the name of the goddess on these gold coins?"

Tiffany shook her head, "No, I don't."

Vicky, appraise this.

"This is a Maya gold coin, currently the most widely circulated gold coin in the prosperous regions. It's minted in various places, but the standard was set by the greatest leader of the merchant guilds in history, Maya Brighton. In most territories on the bright side, this gold coin is accepted everywhere."

What I want to know is not this; is the goddess on it you?

"No, the long passage of time has eroded the truth of the faith here. This is precisely why I need your help."

Alright, I don't have time to worry about this for now. Frank put the gold coins away and handed the bag full of change to Tiffany. "You keep it for daily expenses. I won't worry about it anymore."

"Huh? Huh huh huh?" Tiffany held the bag with both hands, her eyes wide open. "M-M-Master, this money... can buy... dozens of me! Are you really... entrusting me with it?"

"Yes, if you find it heavy, I'll earn some more tomorrow to round it up."

"No need, no need! It-it's not heavy! My strength has increased now, thanks to the goddess!" Tiffany quickly tied the bag to her belt, then, feeling insecure, took it down and stuffed it into her bosom, holding it tightly with both hands.

Although her appearance became somewhat comical, it was fine this way. Frank smiled, patted her head, and said, "Let's go. We need to find Ivanka. She's very important to me, and we absolutely can't let her get away."

Tiffany frowned angrily, "But she wants to hurt you! Such a wicked slave should be publicly hanged outside the city gates!"

Knowing that it would take time to change a slave's mindset, Frank didn't say much. He bent down to put on his new leather boots and prepared to leave. "Don't worry, I will punish her properly."

As soon as they left the inn's door, a woman wrapped in a robe standing in the corner called out to them in a hoarse voice, "Hey, wait."

Frank turned around and found that he couldn't see the woman's face clearly, as her hood covered her tightly. "Who are you?"

The woman let out a sigh-like moan, struggled to stand while leaning against the wall, and pulled back her hood.

It was a somewhat familiar but unrecognized face, pale skin with some small freckles, and straw-like hair hanging messily.

"Do I know you?" Frank's brow furrowed even more tightly.

"Of course, my dear honey pot. Last night we were mating like rabbits in heat." The woman moved two steps closer, opened her mouth, and revealed a forked, bright red tongue. "Remember me now? My delicious little sweetheart."

"Chris?" Frank's eyes lit up immediately. "You know where Ivanka is, don't you?"

Chris pulled up her hood, seemingly unwilling to let her transformed face further lower her charm rating. "Of course I do. Otherwise, I wouldn't be exhausted like an old lady, leaning against walls to find you. I've never felt so weak in my life... even though I've somewhat adjusted now, this feeling is still terrible."

Yeah, with your strength attribute being minus 21 after calculation, Frank couldn't even imagine what that would be like.

"So, what do you want from me?"

"I want to make a deal with you." Chris found standing here too taxing on her stamina and twisted her hips to sit on the steps at the inn's entrance. "I want my strength back. In return, I'll take you to find your runaway little slave girl."

Frank restrained his impulse to nod immediately and slowly said, "I've already told you, your attitude towards me determines what kind of blessing the goddess I represent will give you. If you harbor too much hostility towards me, I won't be able to help you recover. But I can guarantee that if you help me find Ivanka, I will take some time to help you recover. If you're willing to trust in the protection of the Goddess of Fertility, Vicky, perhaps you can gain even more benefits."

Chris leaned forward slightly, and at this height, she was right in front of Frank's crotch. Her nose twitched, and a patch of her facial skin suddenly turned blue.

She hurriedly raised her hand to cover her nose, restoring her illusion, and said in a muffled voice, "Then... then I'll... uh... trade something else. Trade for something else."

"Go ahead. If it's money, I have it."

"I don't want money. What use are those metal pieces to me? I don't eat your human food. What I need to eat is... ugh... ahh..." She held her head with both hands, looking in pain. "It's all your fault, damn it... I've become even more picky. I walked here on an empty stomach, and the smell of so many men along the way made me feel nauseous. How can I still be called a succubus like this? Damn it... you've ruined me..."

Frank squinted, realizing something. He deliberately took a half step forward, bringing the area between his legs with the strong male scent closer, while asking in his mind: Vicky, can I choose not to activate the effect of the Holy Semen?

"Sorry, no. Once the Holy Semen is absorbed, the power of the goddess must be used, either to strengthen or weaken."

Alright, then help me assess Chris's attitude.

"Faith: Highly skeptical; Love: None; Lust: Uterine pain."

Tsk... still purely physical needs, huh?

As the distance closed, the allure increased exponentially. Chris looked up, her eyes showing a faint purple glow, staring unblinkingly at Frank's crotch, as if she wished to see through the fabric to the rod that could satisfy both her hunger and lust to the fullest.

"I... I want to eat... I want to eat with my mouth below." She licked her lips, the forked tip of her tongue simultaneously brushing over both her upper and lower lips. "Honey pot, if you can promise that when I'm hungry I can come to you for a full meal, and ensure I don't get weaker, I'll take you to find that slave. She looks very tired and is sleeping soundly. But if you don't decide quickly, she might wake up and run away when she notices I'm gone."

"I can only promise that you can come to me anytime to fill your stomach. As for what happens afterward, as I said, it depends on your attitude towards me and your faith in the goddess."

Tiffany immediately chimed in, "Yes, that's how it is. As a devout believer like me, every time the master and I are done, I can feel myself growing. Even the birthmark on my face is almost healed."

Chris's throat moved, letting out a gulping sound. She took a few breaths, made up her mind, and said, "Alright, deal. A worthless slave girl is of no use to me; it's better to exchange her for a meal ticket. Honey pot, I... can't wait any longer. Let me have a bite first... please."

Vicky, are succubi always this ravenous?

"A succubus's first meal after coming of age triggers intense hunger, and this one is particularly picky, so her level of hunger is especially high."

Frank thought for a moment, then looked down and said, "No, but I can give you the key so you can wait for me in the room."