Chapter 38-real naked rabbit girl

Joan shook her head, "No, it's fine. Information with a three-star credibility spreads quickly within the guild. I'll just find a few adventurers who are available; they usually have a keen interest in mysterious events and won't miss out."

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you."

She beamed and said with a slightly coquettish tone, "But you'll have to wait until this afternoon. It's almost time to clock out now, and I have something very important at noon."

Frank, busy all morning and a bit confused, asked, "Huh? What's the matter? Will it delay our lunch?"

"It's to treat you to lunch, silly. What could be more important than that?" The adorable bunny girl suddenly revealed a flirtatious side, smiling at him, "So, will you wait for me in the lobby for a while? Or..."

"I'll go back to Moon's Rest first. Get Tiffany settled; this city isn't very friendly to girls with slave marks, and I'm worried about her. You can wait for me to get off work; I'll be back by twelve thirty at the latest."

Joan lightly bit her lip, pulled out a note, and slipped it into his palm. "Cooking specialty dishes takes time. Here, this is my home address. I'll go home and prepare after work. You can come find me directly after you're done, okay?"

With such an obvious attempt at romance, Frank had every reason to agree. But with time running short, he didn't have the luxury to express his willingness. He hurriedly took Tiffany and rushed back to the room at Moon's Rest.

With the time for skill refreshment approaching, it was time to upgrade the tool for Ivanka again.

Hurrying back, he took off his coat as soon as he entered the room. Checking the time, there were only five minutes left. He quickly locked the door, drew the curtains, and walked briskly to the edge of the bed, sitting down. "Tiffany, come help me. I've sweated a bit, and I might not smell too good."

Tiffany trotted over, took a cushion, and knelt down, curious. "Master, are you still going to... punish Ivanka?"

"Yes, she deserves this lesson," Frank gritted his teeth, anger surging within.

Tiffany hesitated for a moment but didn't say anything more. Instead, she obediently lowered her head and took his member into her mouth, skillfully stimulating it and spreading saliva over it.

Frank knew her thoughts because she was a girl who was easy to read. She probably wanted to plead for Ivanka, but seeing how angry he was, she didn't dare to speak.

Living as a slave before, she probably hadn't learned how to hate yet. The anger she felt when defending her master was probably the most murderous state she could achieve.

But Frank couldn't allow the gentleness and kindness of the girls around him to be exploited and trampled upon by that bitch Ivanka. Otherwise, he wouldn't have any face to hear Tiffany calling him master.

Seeing that there were still two minutes left, he patted Tiffany's head, telling her to rest, and then released Ivanka.

"Frank! Frank, I'm sorry! Please, listen to me... You first... Mm... Mm... Mm!" As soon as she appeared on the bed, Ivanka began to plead loudly.

But immediately, Frank fiercely covered her mouth, tore open her clothes, pinched her breasts, squeezed her thighs, forcefully parted her legs, and forcefully thrust into her swollen vagina. The lust from their previous encounter hadn't even dried up yet; her slick, wet pussy easily enveloped his thick cock. He pounded into her flower heart mercilessly.

"Ivanka tried to speak, but he silenced her forcefully."

Frank's muscles swelled with anger, pressing her face so hard her cheeks caved in. He restrained her petite naked body with one hand, slapping her bouncing breasts and tender thighs, brutally ravaging her.

After pounding for twenty minutes, not wanting to delay his appointment, he squeezed his buttocks and ejaculated, panting heavily. As expected, Ivanka was extremely sensitive to being filled; she sobbed and trembled, reaching climax.

According to Ivanka's gift system, if he wanted to quickly upgrade important skills, he should avoid activating new skills as much as possible to prevent them from interfering with the desired upgrade. But this time, Frank felt that the newly offered skill was worth considering.

"Tracking: Can sense Ivanka's current position and status, with the effective range expanding as the level increases."

After all, she was a living person. Always carrying her around like this would turn her into a portable spatial fleshlight. Frank was actually quite reluctant to accept this outcome.

But he also understood Ivanka to some extent. Always keeping her locked up and torturing her with the "containment" skill wouldn't make her truly submit or change her mind.

"Tracking" obviously could serve as insurance, giving Frank the confidence to occasionally release her for a walk.

So, he happily chose this "Ivanka radar".

He tested it on the spot, and as expected, like other divine skills, it was a mysterious experience. By concentrating his mind, he could sense Ivanka's current status and position - right beneath him, and in good health.

Considering that the initial range of this skill was only a radius of 2 miles, she still had a chance to escape if she ran fast enough. After getting up, without waiting for Ivanka, who was still catching her breath, to speak, he slapped her butt again and stuffed her back in.

It would be better to let her out after this skill point increased.

"Master, how long do you plan to punish Ivanka?" Tiffany couldn't help but ask softly as she finished washing, massaging, dressing him, and escorted him to the door.

"Until she realizes her mistake," Frank lifted her clothes, looking at the scar on her abdomen that still bore a faint hue. "Otherwise, she'll just be kept by me like this forever."

"Actually... at that time, she didn't really want to kill me. She must have panicked."

"The motive is as important as the outcome. She didn't want to kill you, but almost caused your death. I won't forgive her so easily," Frank held her hand, speaking earnestly. "Tiffany, the relationship between Ivanka and me is even more complicated than you know. You don't need to worry about her; I would never bring myself to kill her. If she truly encounters danger, I would still fight to protect her. This time, I want to make her understand the cost of deceiving me."

"Alright, I understand. I trust Master's judgment. I... will help you well."

"You have a good meal and rest well. We'll attend the ritual together in the afternoon, and I'll come to pick you up then."

"Yes, I'll wait for you."

With over two hundred silver coins entrusted to Tiffany, there should be no worries about expenses. Frank specifically instructed the maids here to take care of his little slave girl, to avoid any mishaps.

Simply having lunch wouldn't require such elaborate instructions, but now, as an experienced man, his intuition told him that after this lunch, he might be delayed for quite some time.

The allure in the eyes of that rabbit girl was almost overflowing.

In the past, Frank, with his somewhat prudish personality, couldn't quite accept rendezvous with such women, let alone having a fling.

But now, his life had undergone a dramatic change, and he couldn't resist the temptation that came knocking at his door.

The boy who was too shy to hold hands after two years of acquaintance had finally turned into a mature man who felt he could go to bed after just two days of knowing someone.

Finding the small house by the address, it seemed that despite the Adventure Guild's generosity, Joan, the manager, didn't live very luxuriously.

Seeing the sign carved with a shy plant and a rabbit head drawn next to it, Frank knew he was in the right place. He climbed the steps and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

It was Joan's voice, still soft and sweet.

That voice would definitely sound delightful when moaning in pleasure.

He shook his head, trying not to appear too much like a hungry wolf, and replied softly, "It's me, here for our appointment."

The pitter-patter of footsteps sounded a bit bouncy, and soon, the door opened.

Joan, with a bit of makeup on, wearing a very homely apron, looked very pleased to see him, and she happily shook her ears at the sight of him.

She gracefully lifted her apron slightly and made an elegant bow, smiling as she said, "Please come in."

"Smells amazing..." Frank sniffed, "Is it almost ready, Miss Manager?"

"It will still take a little while, Mr. Pharmacist." She deliberately imitated Frank's tone, changing the form of address as a polite protest.

"What do you think is a more suitable way for me to address you?"

"Isn't the name Joan unpleasant?" She pouted, saying playfully.

"Could you refrain from using honorifics when addressing me?" Frank negotiated, "I don't really like being addressed so formally, is dropping a syllable too much to ask?"

In the Common Tongue, honorifics were mainly achieved through additional suffixes and tones, not as intimate as direct addressing. He really didn't like it.

"Well... alright, please have a seat," Joan said, grabbing a ladle and running to the stove, closing the passage above the fire crystal stove halfway with her hand, "It's almost ready to simmer, another ten minutes or so."

Frank glanced around and quickly confirmed that this was a single woman's residence.

He found a chair to sit down, next to which was a dressing table with a mirror, and a faint fragrance wafted into his nose.

"Oh, this is ready. If you're hungry, you can start with this." Joan bent down, put on thick gloves, and opened the fire crystal heating plate, pulling out a leaf-wrapped strip.

After placing it on the small table and opening it up, it revealed fragrant grilled ribs.

Frank glanced at her furry long ears and couldn't help but ask, "You eat meat too?"

"Does focusing on alchemy research lead to a lack of common sense?" Joan laughed as she tore off a piece of meat, pinched it and brought it to Frank's lips. "I belong to the Ashen Hare lineage, not actual rabbits, you know. Besides, rabbits don't abstain from meat because they don't want to eat it, but because they can't find any."

"Oh... how do you know that?" Frank didn't want to rely too much on his divine knowledge; he quite enjoyed the natural flow of conversation.

"The soul beast clans and their corresponding populations can communicate about this... It's something even children know, right?" Joan licked the oil off her fingers, then turned to continue stirring the stew in the pot. "Did you live in a very remote place before?"

"Kind of. I didn't really interact with outsiders much."

"If I suddenly turned into a rabbit, would it startle you?" Frank raised an eyebrow. "Could you do it?"

"You really don't have much knowledge about us. It's a basic ability of soul beasts, just a matter of duration." Joan turned with a smile. "But... I can't demonstrate it for you right now."

"Why not? I'd really like to see it."

"When I can show you, you'll understand."

Frank's curiosity was piqued. He couldn't help but ask Vicky, "What happens when a soul beast transforms is that all clothing and accessories are completely removed, and after reverting, they are completely naked." Oh... Frank nodded silently, then suddenly realized that Joan's words might imply she would perform for him later. After the recovery, wouldn't he be able to see the real naked rabbit girl?

After dinner, he must pretend to be clueless and ask if she would perform.

As the identity of a transmigrator was a secret that couldn't be revealed, Frank casually fabricated a backstory for himself while chatting with Joan. Anyway, in this world, there were many wandering adventurers, and being a genius from a secluded village was a very attractive identity. For Joan, who was used to handling advanced reception work at the adventurer's guild, it was nothing out of the ordinary.

Indeed, as someone who often handled high-level reception work at the adventurer's guild, Joan immediately changed the subject after realizing that Frank wasn't willing to discuss his origins. She only spoke about matters related to alchemy, and her attitude of trying to please him was very evident.

Eating the delicious stew and enjoying the unique flavor of the grilled ribs, Frank couldn't help but smile. He used to be the one who tried so hard to please and flatter others, but now the roles had reversed. It was extremely pleasant to see this girl, who looked cute even without makeup, wholeheartedly trying to please him.