Chapter 31- bunny girl

"Don't worry, we're natural experts at anything related to mating." Chris giggled, pulling him closer. Her purple lips pressed against his, and her forked tongue swiftly slipped into Frank's mouth.

She wasn't exaggerating.

It felt incredible.

Her long, soft tongue explored every corner of his mouth, leaving him both tingling and blissfully overwhelmed. When her tongue tips began to tease his tongue as if gently stroking his member, his desire surged to its peak, and he was rock hard again. Her naturally adept and extraordinary sexual organ quickly enveloped his shaft.

The dizzying pleasure enveloped his mind almost instantly.

Luckily, Chris's "appetite" was still somewhat limited by her lack of strength. By the time Frank filled her writhing depths with his Holy Semen for the third time, the exhausted succubus, overwhelmed with satisfaction, passed out completely.

Weary, he found a spot on the bed, sprawled out, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Frank was the first to wake up. He retrieved the knife he had stored within Ivanka, woke Chris, and took the agreed-upon payment from her head—the pair of succubus horns.

Just as he put the knife back, he was about to ask Ivanka how she felt when there was a knock on the door.

A soft, polite female voice came from outside. "Hello, is Miss Tiffany staying here?"

Tiffany, who had just woken up, was groggily relieving herself in the chamber pot. "Who is it?"

"I'm the administrator from the Lorsa branch of the Adventurers' Guild. Did you sell us a batch of high-grade hemostatic balm yesterday?"

Tiffany frowned and called out, "I did sell it, but it was my master who made it."

"I'm sorry I missed you yesterday. I had to leave early and couldn't meet you. May I ask if your master is with you now?"

Frank realized the visitor had a request and gestured for Tiffany to let him handle it. "Yes, I'm with Tiffany. I'm her master, Frank. Apologies, but we're not quite ready to receive guests. Could you wait a moment?"

Given the circumstances, it was obvious why a male master and his female slave might be indisposed in a hotel room.

The administrator replied understandingly, "Of course, I'll wait outside. There's no rush. This is my task for the entire morning."

Chris, accustomed to nocturnal habits, hadn't had enough sleep. She felt the two stubs on her head, rolled over, and pulled the covers over herself.

Tiffany hurriedly wiped herself, then ran over to help Frank dress.

"Let's dress ourselves. It'll be quicker that way," he said.

Once they were ready, they opened the door.

Outside stood a young woman with glasses and a long braid, with a few freckles on her nose. Her eyes were small but exuded a warm, comforting smile.

However, what truly caught Frank's attention was her race.

She wasn't human. There were no ears visible behind the hair that fell on either side of her face, and her glasses were secured with a strap that went around the back of her head, resting on her nose.

Her ears were on top of her head—long, and gray.

Despite having guessed her heritage, Frank instinctively asked Vicky for a confirmation.

"Gray Hare subspecies of the Beastkin, young female. One of the subtypes of the Hare species." Ah, it was indeed the Beastkin race he had been fascinated with from his memories!

All the females of this race were true beast girls!

"Um... Frank, is there something wrong with my appearance?" The administrator lady asked nervously, her long ears twitching, causing the small ornaments on them to jingle softly.

"No, nothing at all. I was just lost in thought. Please, come in."

"I haven't properly introduced myself yet." The administrator lady gave a slight bow and softly said, "Hello, I am Joan Mimosa. As I mentioned earlier, I am here on behalf of the Adventurers' Guild, seeking your assistance."

"Come in and have a seat, let's talk."

Tiffany quickly fetched a fire crystal shard provided by the inn, dropped it into the kettle to heat the water, and ran downstairs to buy some tea.

Seeing a woman still wrapped in a blanket on the bed, Joan hesitated and asked softly, "And she is...?"

Considering the local custom where human men often had mistresses to signify their status, Frank smiled and said, "Ah, she's a little lover of mine. I exhausted her last night, let her sleep. Let's discuss business."

Joan's gray eyes flashed as she noticed the stains on the bedsheets and caught the lingering scent of intense mating in the room. Her small nose twitched, evidently picking up the scent of the recent activities.

"I see, you must be quite strong indeed. Managing a slave and still satisfying such a shapely mistress."

The thin blanket did little to hide Chris's seductive curves, adding to her allure.

Frank vaguely replied, "I'm quite skilled in this area. Miss Administrator, you came here early this morning. Are you planning to buy more hemostatic balm?"

Joan nodded vigorously, her ears shaking with the movement. "Yes, but not just that. The hemostatic balm you sold us at a low price was of exceptional quality, achieving high-grade efficacy with low-grade ingredients. This is the dream of many experienced alchemists, so I had to meet you. I didn't expect to find such a genius in a small place like Lorsa. May I ask, has your alchemy skill reached an extraordinary level?"

He couldn't mention the divine blessing but being too modest would also arouse suspicion. Even a +5 potion product is rarely achieved by an alchemist below the master level before reaching the holy tier.

Breaking through to the holy tier in any skill, even a common one, could cause a sensation and earn a meeting with the local lord, let alone a highly practical skill like alchemy.

Compared to the expensive training of priests and clerics, the combination of alchemists and doctors was the cornerstone of public health in various regions. Therefore, the best alchemists were often housed in the royal palaces.

Before responding, Frank cautiously asked, "I am a traveler from a distant land, exploring for certain reasons. I am not quite familiar with the top-tier alchemy standards in the Locrara Federation."

Joan took this as a probing question and sincerely said, "Currently, there are no holy-tier alchemists in the entire Locrara Federation. If you possess such skills, every kingdom would revere you as the most honored guest, inviting you to stay with offerings of much more comfortable accommodations than this modest inn."

"I prefer the freedom of travel. So, please, keep this confidential, alright?"

"So... you truly are a holy-tier alchemist?!" Joan's face flushed with excitement. "This is beyond my expectations. You don't seem to be very old."

"I am blessed by a goddess." Frank timely mentioned his patron, attempting to spread his faith. "The great Goddess of Plenty, Vicky, watches over me, bestowing me with excellent talents. Indeed, I have reached the holy-tier level. Miss Administrator, if you have any needs, feel free to ask now."

Tiffany served the tea and stood by. Her gaze towards Frank had long been filled with extreme reverence, and hearing this, it couldn't elevate any higher.

"Vicky?" Joan asked, puzzled. "Is that the name of the deity who blesses you? I've never heard of her."

"She is a forgotten ancient god," Frank said in a somber tone. "You remember the slumbering Rubia, yet you have forgotten her."

"This is..."

"Alright, Miss Administrator," Frank interrupted, not wanting to delve too deeply into theological discussions just yet. The world had developed many strange cults and religions, and Rubia, the sleeping deity, didn't have many followers. If Joan happened to be a follower of some particular religion, the conversation might derail. "We can discuss those matters later. For now, tell me what else you need."

Joan nodded, calming her excitement and showing a gentle smile. "Actually, we can put the hemostatic balm on hold. I'm here to ask if you could help us by preparing a batch of potions. We can provide all the materials and equipment; we just need your exceptional skills. As for the payment..." She lifted her hand, spreading her fingers.

"We currently have this amount to offer you, in gold coins."

"Five?" Tiffany asked quietly.

Frank pulled her close and kissed her cheek, smiling. "Don't mind her, Tiffany is a recent purchase from Lorsa. She still has much to learn."

Joan smiled understandingly. "I thought your slave was mocking me. In fact, even fifty might not adequately respect your skills, but this is a small place. Preparing the materials has already been costly. This is all we can offer."

She glanced at the blush on Tiffany's face and the sensuous figure on the bed before suggesting cautiously, "If you feel it's insufficient, I can also offer some... appropriate and reasonable compensation during your time making the potions."

As she spoke, she subtly pushed her chest forward, accentuating her ample curves. The implication was clear.

Should I say, as expected of a mother rabbit?

Seeing Frank's hesitation, Joan softly added, "Please believe me, I am not like other hare subtypes who greatly enjoy such activities. I only open my arms to men whose skills I truly respect. This is my personal promise of exclusive compensation."

Frank, curious, asked, "Are you in such desperate need of potions? The hemostatic balm I sold yesterday should suffice for a small team for seven or eight months. Have any difficult monsters appeared recently?"

"It's not as simple as monster invasions," Joan's expression turned serious. "A few days ago, the astrologer serving the Sage predicted the onset of chaos and conflict. The Sage contacted her peers and was shocked to find that almost all the guardians had sensed the world's future shifting. Thus, adventure guilds across the land have received similar commissions to prepare for emergencies, including potential war."

She sighed. "Lorsa has almost no herb cultivators. We typically rely on traded goods to meet adventurers' needs. Being suddenly asked to prepare for high-level military readiness has left us scrambling. Some things can't be bought even with money, so after a detailed analysis of your hemostatic balm, I decided to visit you."

Frank pondered for a moment, suspecting that the changes sensed by the guardians might be related to his presence. He decided it would be best to remain low-key to avoid unnecessary trouble.

"I require that my identity remains confidential. That is a condition for our cooperation," he said cautiously.

"That won't be a problem. The Adventurers' Guild respects privacy and will not disclose your information, not even to the king's emissaries," Joan assured him.

"Alright, I'll work for you for a few days. Do you have a specific list of needs?" Frank asked.

"Our demand is quite large, but don't worry. You only need to work enough to cover your payment," Joan replied.

"From what I understand, court alchemists in our country earn between five to seven gold coins per day, but they are only at the master level. So, we are offering you ten gold coins per day for five days of work."

She pulled out a small notebook. "This rate might seem unfair, but our budget is limited. If you agree, besides the private compensation I mentioned earlier, I can also help you gain internal recognition from the Adventurers' Guild. I can apply for an honorary medal for you, which will grant you respect and discounts at guilds across the region."

Earning fifty gold coins in just five days was indeed quite profitable. Although this commission wasn't directly related to spreading faith, working at the Adventurers' Guild would provide an opportunity to meet its members. Spreading his faith within such a well-connected organization seemed like a wise move.

After a moment of silence, Frank said, "I have one more condition."

"Please, tell me. We will do our best to accommodate you."

"I hope that after I complete the work, at least within this guild, you can commemorate the deeds of the Goddess of Bounty, Vicky. My goddess needs her followers to awaken their memories and restore the faith that rightfully belongs to her."

Joan seemed hesitant but said, "If you can provide detailed information about the goddess, we can help spread the word even before the commission is completed. This world has grown under the blessings of gods, and forgetting the true goddess is a sin of us, her people."

Frank considered for a moment that he needed some time to organize Vicky's teachings into an understandable mythos. He agreed to meet Joan at the guild in the afternoon, as he needed to prepare beforehand.

Before leaving, Joan promised to rent a more suitable place for Frank at the Moon's Rest so he wouldn't have to stay in the current shabby room. Frank gladly accepted, seeing her off with a smile.

Joan's backside was even more enticing than her front. The opening in the back of her pants revealed a fluffy tail that swayed with her full, round hips as she walked.

A genuine bunny girl indeed.