Chapter 44- Melody

After enjoying a one-sided bath served by Tiffany in the warm water tub, Frank leisurely engaged in some bedtime exercises. With his faith level increasing, the baseline absorbed by the Holy Semen finally reached 140 million. Unsure if this had any effect, Tiffany, whose skills had greatly improved, still choked a bit. She hurriedly wiped it off and swallowed, fearing to miss out on the blessings of the goddess.

For safety considerations, even though Tiffany's talent was so poor that it made him frown, Frank forcibly chose Endurance as her attribute. It was the first time he had seen a starting experience cap of 1 million, indicating that even if Tiffany trained her body on her own, she probably couldn't hope to run an 800-meter race in her lifetime.

With nearly 140 million experience points, her Endurance was forcibly raised by 28 points. Even though her base was a pitiful 2 points, it was now quite considerable. Coupled with the bonus from the Insightful Oral Sex skill, Tiffany's Endurance attribute was now superior to that of most professional soldiers.

She panted as she licked the remaining moisture from her lips and fingers, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then felt a rapid increase in her physical fitness.

"M-Master! I... I feel like I have strength again," she exclaimed joyfully, standing up and stretching her waist and legs, as if she was in a mattress advertisement, just missing the line 'no backache or leg pain, effortlessly climbing six floors in one breath.'

"With the blessing of the goddess by your side, devout little Tiffany," he said, handing her a soft cloth to dry her semi-soft lower body. "Consider it my goodnight gift to you."

Tiffany blinked, and her bright eyes quickly became misty with desire. "Master, I... I don't want to say goodnight yet."

"Hmm?" He raised an eyebrow, then watched as his little slave eagerly placed her palm beneath his glans, lightly pinching it, and then put it back in her mouth. As she licked and sucked, she mumbled, "Master doesn't need to move. Leave it all to me... I think I can last a long time, really." With a total Endurance of 34, even two strong men combined couldn't match her. If she just sat on top and twisted her waist, she could probably keep going for two or three hours straight.

"Master... is it okay?" she asked softly, holding his moistened shaft and whispering between breaths.

"Of course," Frank smiled and nodded, beginning to enjoy her excited performance.

Frank wasn't quite sure when Tiffany would be qualified to be a proper bodyguard, but now that she had gained points in Endurance and Oral Skills, she had become an exceptionally skilled "juice extractor."

After enjoying themselves until almost one in the morning, they finally called it a night and drifted off to sleep, carrying the scent of each other with them into their dreams.

To ensure they wouldn't be caught off guard in an emergency, Frank waited until he entered his workshop and confirmed that nothing should happen before noon before using up the twenty pounds of produce he had harvested and giving them to Ivanka.

Now that he could produce quality 3 items, including low-purity magic crystals, it meant that the door to the complex technology of this world, based on magic crystals, was officially open to him. However, he was too preoccupied with alchemy for now.

In the past, he was the type of RPG player who was keen on hoarding money to buy potions from the item shop before setting out. With Ivanka able to carry 150 pounds, he couldn't afford to waste anything.

Today's work list was the same as yesterday's, and he quickly went through it with practiced ease. The high-grade medicines stored in Ivanka had also doubled along with his progress.

With level 3 materials at his disposal, the products he made naturally had to match up. Using twenty pounds of materials, he concocted half the weight in Soul Elixir, inferior quality +5, yielding fifty small bottles.

Unlike strength potions and stimulants, Soul Elixir didn't take effect immediately but provided sustained recovery over a period of time. However, it could simultaneously restore muscle strength and mental state. It was a great supplement for warriors engaged in intense battles, and of course, for Frank, who dreamed of remaining unyielding all night long and having various exotic beauties worship him, it was a very suitable supply.

With all these provisions in hand, Frank wouldn't have to worry about overexerting himself during mating sessions with Chris, causing backaches, soreness, or leg cramps. Despite it being close to midnight, the business at the Adventurer's Guild was bustling today, and Joan had to work overtime, making it impossible for him to invite her to dine on specialty stew. Grabbing the money with Tiffany in tow, he dashed off, barely making it to the Moonlit Slumber's room with just over a minute to spare.

Without even bothering to undress completely, he pulled down his pants, leaped onto the bed, grabbed Ivanka mid-air, slammed her onto the mattress, and shoved himself into her still moist core.

Ivanka didn't struggle much, only staring at him with eyes filled with sorrow and resentment, silently shedding tears as she endured his rough thrusts.

After nearly forty minutes of ravaging, he collapsed onto Ivanka, panting heavily, as he ejaculated his Holy Semen into her.

He wasn't interested in the newly acquired skill "Seal," so he directly upgraded "Tracking" to the next level and inquired about the follow-up. The answer excited him a bit: Once "Tracking" reached Level 5, it would unlock the subsequent skill, "Lock-On," into the random sequence. This skill would allow him to activate it by consuming a large amount of energy, randomly inducing one of several abnormal statuses in Ivanka, including paralysis, fainting, sleep, petrification, intoxication, or paralysis.

Pairing it with "Tracking," he would never again worry about Ivanka slipping away unnoticed.

He immediately decided to prioritize raising the level of "Tracking." If he encountered her after mating with Ivanka, he would activate it right away. Moreover, there were still further upgrades to "Lock-On." Following the current trajectory, he estimated the next upgrade would offer even more effective means of capture. Just the thought of Ivanka's furious outbursts after being caught fleeing prompted him to vow to keep her firmly in his grasp. Forever.

Slowly withdrawing his still throbbing member, he released her and stared down at Ivanka, her face flushed crimson. Of course, she had climaxed; the influence of willpower on the body couldn't overpower pleasure, especially with the impact of the Holy Semen, which happened to target her body's extreme sensitivity to internal ejaculation.

But the physical pleasure couldn't lift her mood. She looked at him with sadness, her rosy lips trembling as she whispered softly, "Frank..." His expression darkened instantly. He reached out and pinched her swollen nether regions, causing her to whimper in pain, then activated "Carry" to retrieve her, calmly stating, as if murmuring to himself, "I don't want to hear you speak right now, Ivanka. I can't forgive you yet."

Tiffany, kneeling obediently at his knee, gently stroked his thigh and said softly, "Master, don't be upset because of Ivanka. Tiffany... will try to make you happy." Frank smiled. "Silly girl, that's a different matter. I'm always happy when I'm with you, Tiffany. Come, let's go have lunch."

"But master isn't happy..." She grabbed his penis and gently rubbed it against her already very fair and tender cheek, her soft lips revealing a bright pink hue. "I want to make you happy first... okay?" Watching the tip of his member slowly enter her tight mouth, Frank relaxed his waist and spread his legs. "Okay... then I'll leave it to you."

This time, the blessing randomly increased his strength again. Without even bothering to check what the other two options were, he promptly chose to further enhance Tiffany's attributes.

With 142 million experience points, her strength increased from +12 to +31.

Fortunately, the attributes bestowed by the divine power didn't affect body shape like those obtained through regular exercise. Otherwise, his Tiffany would likely have turned into a Barbie made of steel.

After spending some intimate moments in bed, they dressed and went downstairs for their meal.

The whole afternoon was relatively free, so after roughly exploring the areas in Lorsa City that he hadn't visited yet, Frank suddenly noticed someone tailing him from behind. Perhaps more than one person. Unlike the time when Chris came after him out of greed, this time his intuition sent chills down his spine.

Taking Tiffany with him, he sat down at a small drink stand, furrowing his brow as he pondered how to confirm if he was being followed. Before their order arrived, a seductive lady, adorned with various trinkets, suddenly plopped down next to them.

"Hey there, handsome human, haven't you noticed that you're being followed?" The lady wiggled her long pointed ears and tossed back her fiery red hair, her tone seductive as she said, "You look pretty wealthy. How about hiring a bodyguard? My price is reasonable, and I'm easy on the eyes."

Frank turned to look, furrowing his brow. "Is it you?"

The lady blinked. "Have we met?"

"Weren't you the dancer performing with a musician on the street the other day?" The enchanting fire spirit lady laughed heartily, banging on the table. "Exactly! That was me. I occasionally take up that kind of work. Since we've met, it's great. Handsome, I'm called Hildarion Dariotra Flamewaltz. Hire me, and I'll make sure it's worth your while."

"That name's too long."

"Then call me Melody. As long as you pay enough, you can call me whatever you want." Frank sighed. "Melody, don't you think it's a bit suspicious to suddenly come here and offer to be my bodyguard?"

Clearly, the fire spirit wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. She blinked, tilting her head in thought for a moment, then smacked her fist into her palm. "Oh, should I have waited for you to post a request at the Adventurer's Guild before showing up? That does seem a bit suspicious..."

She scratched her head. "But I've run out of money, and my partner went off to enjoy themselves for a few days and hasn't come back... I'm desperate." She furrowed her brow, leaning forward with her ample bosom almost knocking the table over. "So, Frank, would you go post a request at the guild right now?"

"You're becoming more suspicious by the minute." Frank couldn't help but prepare himself mentally to flip the table. "How did you know my name?"