Chapter 36- a vigorous morning erection

As they passed by a clothing store, Frank noticed Tiffany's gaze lingering on the display window. Smiling, he wrapped his arm around her and led her inside. "You did a great job with that massage after I finished making the potion. Come on, pick out a few outfits," he said. Tiffany hesitated, blushing, but didn't refuse.

Unexpectedly, after wandering around the store for a while, she came back chirping a light tune like a little bird, holding three rather elegant men's outfits.

"Tiffany, what are you doing? Aren't you planning to dress up like a girl?" Frank was taken aback, frowning. "I don't like you wearing this style."

Tiffany lowered her head, a bit shy, and said, "No, master... These... these are for you. You should dress up handsomely too."

The shop assistant, who had shown no interest in serving them before, perked up upon hearing Tiffany call Frank 'master.' Realizing that anyone who could afford a slave couldn't be poor, she energetically began her sales pitch.

Compared to sales assistants in malls on Earth, the salesgirl here was lacking in skills, repeating only a couple of phrases about the quality of the fabric and the perfect fit. However, this was the first time a girl had genuinely picked out clothes for him, and just seeing the stars in Tiffany's eyes and the smile on her lips made him willing to buy everything she had chosen.

Of course, it also helped that he had the money.

In the Locrara Federation, silver coins weren't worth much, with one gold coin exchanging for about two hundred and thirty of them. The three men's outfits Tiffany chose added up to less than ten silver coins, not even requiring a full gold coin.

Wanting to reciprocate, Frank picked out two cute dresses for Tiffany that suited her appearance, along with a pair of cloth sandals. He also crossed the street to select some jewelry, finally managing to break a gold coin into smaller change.

Dressed in clothes more expensive than her own value, Tiffany was so nervous she could barely walk, stammering as she spoke, "M-master, can I really wear such expensive... things?"

"Of course you can." Frank patted her head and kissed her. "Otherwise, why would I buy them for you? Let's go. After dinner, give me another massage. You really have a talent for it."

"It's a skill you blessed me with..." She laughed, squinting her eyes, and tightly hugged his arm. "I'll make sure to serve you well."

Probably having attended high-class servant training with other elite slaves, Tiffany confidently requested a few silver coins for supplies once they returned to the Moon's Rest. She bought an array of mood-enhancing items from the counter: scented candles, a flower petal bath bucket, and a sheer nightgown provided for free by the inn. In such an atmosphere, lying on the bed, it was hard for Frank to just enjoy the massage without letting his mind wander to other thoughts.

However, he didn't need to make the first move.

Because he wasn't the only one who couldn't hold back.

As Tiffany's oil-slicked hands continued to knead and caress his strong thighs, lingering suggestively, Frank could hear her breathing becoming faster and more seductive. Soon, she pressed her fragrant body against his back, her voice soft and hesitant. "Master, are you very tired today?"

Frank felt a playful urge rise within him. Smiling, he turned over, allowing his already hardening erection to stand proudly. He feigned a yawn and said, "A bit tired, yes. Are you tired too? Shall we wash up and get ready for bed?"

Tiffany blushed deeply, her hands fidgeting in front of her chest. "I'm... not really that tired."

"Then let's continue with the massage?"

"Yes." She nodded, shuffling on her knees to continue massaging his abdominal muscles.

The critical steps of potion making often required maintaining a stable posture, which put a lot of strain on those muscles. But Frank had been exercising regularly, and his waist was already well-recovered. He smiled and gently guided her, "Tiffany, if you have any thoughts or needs, you should tell me."

"As long as I'm with you, Master, I don't have any other needs." She smiled brightly, her sincerity evident.

"No, no. If you're going to stay with me long-term, you need to understand that I'm not very perceptive. I often don't understand what girls are thinking. So, Tiffany, I hope... or rather, I require you to be honest and proactive with me. If you want to eat something, wear something, or need anything, you must tell me."

"A slave is meant to satisfy her master's needs. If you do this... it will make me a bad slave." Tiffany's voice trembled with tears. "A bad slave won't have a master who wants her. Please, don't do this. It scares me..."

"You don't need to worry about that. Tiffany, I can swear," Frank said softly, unable to resist her expression as if losing him would be the end of her world. "Unless you want to leave, I will never abandon you. You are my first companion on this lonely journey, and I don't really see you as just a slave."

Tiffany seemed unable to fully believe his words, but her moist eyes showed a near-ecstatic joy. Her small hands finally reached down to his groin, "Master... I... want to serve you with my body."

Frank stretched out and said gently, "Then, do as you like."

"Thank you, Master!" She immediately positioned herself over his groin, pulling down her sheer nightgown. She pressed her small, white breasts against his erection, her slippery palms skillfully stroking the head of his penis with an almost devout focus. It seemed that the pleasure she derived from pleasing him exceeded her own physical desires.

Frank couldn't help but use his spiritual sense to gauge her current feelings. Her affection had risen to a level of unwavering devotion, and her desire was described as a flood of arousal. He wasn't sure exactly how strong that was, but it indicated a deep yearning for him.

"Master, may I... get on top?" she asked, her mouth still wet with saliva from sucking his cock, her eyes filled with longing.

"Of course, but let me know if you get tired. You've restored a lot of my strength," he said, placing his hands behind his head, ready to relax and enjoy her attention.

Tiffany held onto Frank's abs, raising her petite buttocks and slowly lowering her slender waist, guiding his engorged shaft into her slick, tight entrance. The snug grip of her intimate muscles, combined with her enthusiastic movements, soon had Frank panting heavily with pleasure.

"Master... does it feel good inside me?" she asked, her face flushed with a blend of innocence and newfound sensuality.

"Yes, it feels wonderful."

Her excitement surged at his praise, causing her to move more energetically, her inner walls caressing him with each twist and turn, conveying her eagerness to please. Realizing he had work the next day and didn't want to exhaust his assistant, Frank decided to finish things up. After feeling her climax several times, he pulled her into a gentle, front-facing embrace, allowing them to move together rhythmically until he reached his peak, releasing his divine-infused seed within her.

Frank had previously decided to enhance Tiffany's stamina, but this time, he noticed her proficiency in sexual techniques as well. Given her background, she had already mastered the basics of various sexual skills, with oral skills standing out as her strongest area. To make things more convenient, he chose to invest in this skill.

Utilizing 11,900,000 experience points with a starting base of 40,000, he effortlessly elevated her from a novice level of 15 to an expert level of 18, crossing two major thresholds. This transformation was substantial, and as an added bonus, each level of mastery in oral skills also increased her agility and stamina. This was likely because serving a partner in this way required both dexterity and endurance.

Initially, Tiffany didn't notice any immediate changes from the skill upgrade. It wasn't until she raised her hips, letting Frank's thick member slip out from between her tender folds and began to clean him with her mouth, that she realized her abilities had improved significantly. The ease and proficiency with which she performed surprised her, though she attributed it to practice rather than divine intervention. Satisfied, she happily cleaned him, rinsed her mouth, and nestled into his arms, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

After Frank closed his eyes, he checked on Ivanka. In the darkness of her mental prison, she was curled up, crying. It was unclear how long she had been in this state.

"This is your own doing, you wretch," he muttered, before relaxing and falling asleep with a smirk on his lips.

To make the most of his skills and avoid wasting cooldowns, Frank woke up early the next morning while Tiffany was still asleep.

Sitting at the desk, he reviewed his needs and converted all of his ten-pound daily harvest capacity into alchemy materials, which he then stored in Ivanka. With the high-quality materials he had previously purchased, he now had thirteen pounds of ingredients, enough to sustain him until the following year.

Considering the daily refresh of the harvest skill, he realized he could keep himself well-supplied indefinitely.

Frank wasn't too worried about the upcoming ritual. Given his relationship with Joan, inviting the rabbit girl to witness the ceremony would be easy, meeting the minimum requirement of two participants. He decided to conduct the ritual in a sealed room within the adventurer's guild instead of traveling to a remote location.

"Vicky, how much will the daily harvest increase after the next skill level up?" he asked.

"It will double, allowing you to harvest twenty pounds daily at the next level," she replied.

"Wow, if it doubles at each level, I could eventually start a farm just with this skill," Frank mused, hearing a soft yawn behind him. Turning around, he saw that Tiffany was awake.

She had slept soundly after their night together and didn't notice her nudity as she stretched languidly. Her petite body, rejuvenated by multiple doses of Holy Semen, looked increasingly smooth and delicate. The morning light through the curtains highlighted her perky nipples with an enticing pink hue.

The large birthmark on her face had faded, leaving only faint, barely noticeable remnants. If Tiffany were to appear in the slave market now, her value would certainly be in gold coins.

Rubbing her eyes, she slipped her tiny feet into slippers and sleepily walked to the corner toilet. After lifting the lid and sitting down, she yawned again before realizing Frank was watching her intently.

Her eyes blinked, still sticky with sleep, and a small, surprised "Oh!" escaped her dry lips. She blushed from head to toe, quickly lowering her head and burying her face in her hands in embarrassment.

Frank, having been a recluse before his arrival in this world, had forgotten what it felt like to start a workday.

The thought of beginning his duties today made him a bit anxious. Additionally, the divine blessing from his goddess had indeed enhanced his reproductive capabilities; he hadn't experienced such a vigorous morning erection since he was eighteen. Seeing Tiffany's shy yet enticing demeanor only made him harder, straining against his pants.