Chapter 30- the master

"Chris, let me put it this way: if all I cared about was collecting your bodily fluids and breast milk, would you consider that to be friendly towards you?"

Chris scratched her head irritably, accidentally hitting her hand on her horns, wincing in pain. "So... if I can't handle this friendliness issue, every time I have a meal, I'll get weaker?"

"Well... the goddess won't apply her power every time. About once a day, I'd say."

Chris came over and squatted down, reaching out to fiddle with his now-softened member, sniffing the lingering scent of semen on it like a starving rabbit that had found a poisonous mushroom, looking conflicted.

"I've barely gotten used to this weakened body and regained a bit of my strength... then my magic gets punished by your goddess. Why is it so unlucky for me to just want a bite of delicious food... I must be the unluckiest succubus in the world."

Tiffany nervously said from behind, "The master is very kind, maybe... you could stay and become the master's follower too. Once your admiration for the master is as deep as mine, and your faith in the goddess is as devout as mine, you can receive the master's blessings every day too. Uh... of course, that's if the master isn't too tired."

Frank laughed and pulled her into his arms. "My little Tiffany, are you reminding me that I haven't given you the goddess's blessing today?"

Tiffany blushed and shook her head. "No, no, the master's health is most important. I can only pray for the goddess's blessing, not demand it."

Seeing Chris lying dejectedly by the bed, looking as if black lines would appear behind her if she were in a manga, Frank left her to her internal struggle and embraced Tiffany, kissing her.

"Mm... master..."

Tiffany moaned softly, her face showing immense happiness from just a kiss.

With such a companion by his side, why would he still think about Ivanka? For spiritual satisfaction, there was Tiffany; for physical pleasure, he could seduce the succubus at his feet. Who could Ivanka replace?

Vicky had already advised him to treat Ivanka as a tool. From now on, he must not be foolish enough to be deceived by past memories.

He gently laid Tiffany on the bed, removed her already disheveled dress, and tenderly caressed her small breasts.

The little slave girl felt uneasy about being solely pleasured, immediately trying to get up to kiss his member.

But Frank stopped her, pressing her down on the bed, kissing her tender skin, which wasn't as smooth as a succubus's but still soft.

He liked this kind of girl who was wholeheartedly devoted to him. At least, it let him know the beauty of being loved.

When he saw his reflection in Tiffany's dark eyes, it was the first time he felt he might truly end his single life.

Having struggled in unrequited love for so long, he hadn't known how sweet it could be to be looked at by a girl like this.

So he wanted Tiffany to enjoy their intimate relationship too.

Unfortunately, his sexual techniques had switched off. Even though he wasn't lacking in practice opportunities, he was still a novice at this point.

So he decided to cheat a little.

He pinched her nipples playfully, secretly extracting some succubus milk from Ivanka's soul and applying it directly with his fingers.

Quickly, Tiffany's moans became sharper, her breathing more rapid.

He sucked on her slippery tongue, feeding her two drops of succubus love juice in the process.

Already excited to the point of masturbating, Tiffany soon fell into a sweet frenzy of desire, her small naked body rubbing against Frank's, her soft nasal sounds mixed with a hint of sobbing.

"Do you want it?" He gently teased Tiffany's clitoris, pressing his palm against her smooth, hairless mons.

"Yes, I want... I want the master. Even without... without the blessing, I want to become one with the master. Please, enter me... fill me completely. Tiffany is all yours... please, enjoy me fully..."

He rolled on top of her, lifted Tiffany's slender legs, and thrust inside.

"Ah... ahh... I'm... so happy..." Tiffany moaned loudly, her small face filled with an intoxicated expression.

The fear that had lingered in her eyes since the first day they met was finally gone.

He bent down and kissed her, and she eagerly offered her tongue, their bodies hotly rubbing against each other with every thrust.

Her nipples stood erect, hard as two beans.

Her flower was overflowing with nectar, so wet it seemed like she had peed.

Her tears flowed, her body trembled, immense joy accompanying the climax as her tight sex convulsed, gushing a clear liquid.

Frank kept thrusting, kissing her mouth to muffle her screams, his member sliding in and out of her slick, tight honey pot, repeatedly hitting her sensitive cervix.

"Woo woo woo—!" The climax came again and again, twice, three times, four times... Frank couldn't keep count, and Tiffany was far beyond the ability to do so.

After thoroughly enjoying the feeling of truly being loved for about an hour, he noticed Tiffany was on the verge of passing out, trying hard not to beg for mercy. Only then did he lie on top of her, and as her body convulsed in orgasm, he released his blessed Holy Semen.

He wanted to select a combat skill for Tiffany, but either his luck wasn't good enough, or there were no combat skills available this time. Instead of attributes, the random life skills included one with a border—farming—something Tiffany already knew.

This baffled Frank. How could a girl who lost her parents at a young age and grew up in a slave market have learned farming?

He had no interest in leveling up this skill for her. Even if they were to develop a farm in another world, he couldn't have his closest aide working in the fields, covered in mud and sunburnt.

The other skill, mining, was useless too. With his divine harvest skills, Tiffany wouldn't need to swing a pickaxe.

So, he had no choice but to select the remaining skill: massage.

Her talent was average, starting at 52,000 experience points, with 11,700,000 experience points needed. She had wasted a lot in epiphanies but managed to break through the two thresholds of proficient and expert, reaching expert level 14.

However, Frank had no idea what expert level 14 meant, so he asked Vicky.

Before time resumed, the divine consciousness answered him.

"In a big city, it's the level where you can open a massage parlor with a stable client base." This vague answer was hardly helpful.

He sighed and lay down beside her, stroking Tiffany, who immediately turned over and snuggled into his arms. He planned to ask about her aftercare, "Tiffany, do you feel any different? The goddess should have blessed you again."

Still dazed from the intense climax, Tiffany didn't want to think. After a few minutes, she sat up and suspiciously clenched her fists. "Master, I feel... like my strength has increased a bit."

"Huh?"

Vicky, what's going on here?

"Each time the massage skill undergoes an epiphany, your strength increases by about three points. It's a bonus, but your divine blessing skill doesn't get this extra reward."

Frank smiled softly, unconcerned. "That's fine, I don't need it." He then spoke gently to Tiffany, "There should be more, right?"

Tiffany furrowed her brow, appearing momentarily dazed as if her brain was processing a sudden influx of unfamiliar knowledge. After a few seconds, she looked at her hands, delighted. "Master, did you and the goddess bestow a new skill upon me? I can serve you even better now!"

Chris, watching from the side with a disgruntled expression, suddenly spoke up. "Hey, your essence's toxicity acts up at most once a day, right?"

Frank, feeling confident with his current advantage and the ability to team up with Tiffany to subdue Chris if needed, nodded calmly. "What do you want?"

"You said you wanted to collect materials from my body?" Chris swayed slightly as she stood up, greedily eyeing his groin. "If you let me have my fill tonight, I won't bother you for a long time. During that period, you can collect whatever you want from me. Additionally..."

As if fearing the deal might fall through, she touched the horns on her head, breathing heavily. "I'll even give you my horns!"

Most men who love staying at home have a bit of a hedonistic streak, and Frank was no exception. For him, staying up late was routine, and sacrificing a bit of sleep to get something from a succubus while thoroughly enjoying her two enticing sex organs was no loss at all.

He couldn't help but wonder if Vicky's blessing of Holy Semen was compensating for all those years without a sex life. Since arriving here, he had been reveling in nightly pleasures, surrounded by beautiful companions, and even indulging in a succubus—an exquisite delight that money couldn't buy on Earth. He was truly grateful to the goddess.

So, no matter what, he had to start gathering faith tomorrow.

Tiffany asked worriedly, "Won't it hurt to cut them off?"

Chris shook her head. "No, it's like clipping nails. But you can't cut too deep; the lower three segments in the middle will hurt. Just cut where I show you, and it'll be fine."

Frank patted the weary Tiffany. "You go to sleep. I'll handle this transaction with her."

"Aren't you tired?"

"I can sleep well during the day tomorrow. Now that we've got Ivanka back, there's no rush for anything else." Chris craned her neck, frowning, "Where did you hide your slave girl? Is she locked in another room?"

"No, I used the goddess's power to trap her in her soul," Frank said mysteriously, lifting his chin slightly. "I let her out last time and made a mistake. I won't do that again."

Chris gasped. "What kind of magic is that? How did you do it?"

"It's divine power. I don't understand magic," Frank replied calmly. "I am the goddess's executor, the apostle of glory. Whether on the side of light or darkness, I will remind you of the forgotten true god."

Perhaps worried about being similarly trapped, Chris's expression became much more compliant. Soon, her attention returned to Frank's crotch. "Alright, maybe I should find my mom and ask if she knows about the goddess. For now... shall we start our transaction?"

"Okay. My stamina isn't great either. You lie on the bed, and I'll stand."

The greedy succubus nodded, opening her mouth and flicking her tongue while giving a lewd smile. "So... do you want this side..."

She spread her legs, her tail gently poking at her already slick honey pot, a faintly musky, arousing scent wafting up. "...or this side?"

He reached out and rubbed her already wet entrance. "This side. I want to see if your mouth is as good at kissing as it is at this."