Chapter 47-bomb

Frank fell into contemplation. He had plenty of time now to think things through slowly. Because he had already ejaculated.

Once accustomed to the time-stopping effect brought on by the Holy Semen absorption, he quite enjoyed the state of being able to enjoy the pleasure of ejaculation twice — the longer the pause, the calmer his mind became, and when time resumed its flow, the resurgence of pleasure in the latter part would make him feel as if he had ejaculated again.

He didn't want the irrelevant Miss Administrator to worry unnecessarily, so he glossed over the matter of the bodyguard and focused on dealing with a rabbit girl who had been in heat for an hour because of him. It had to be said, Joan's powerful thighs were fantastic, and her cowgirl position perfectly showcased the racial advantages of their rabbit tribe. From her switching positions to being on top, the incredibly stimulating tightening sensation persisted until the end, at a frequency of at least two hertz.

Because it transitioned directly from the rear position without pulling out, her fuzzy short tail swayed chaotically with Joan's movements. This unique kind of sexiness was truly something that couldn't be experienced with human females. He watched the faintly visible small anus beneath the swaying tail and couldn't help but wonder, at such a close distance, if switching to anal would directly stimulate the base of his shaft with the tail?

However, he didn't have experience with the backdoor yet; he should take the opportunity to familiarize himself with it in the future — I wonder how Chris, who only has one hole, would count going in there? If there's no waste, then it shouldn't be counted as anal, right? After a while of wandering thoughts, his brain, heated from the pleasurable sex, finally cooled down. He could continue to contemplate who hired that flirtatious and sexy fire spirit bodyguard.

It definitely wouldn't be Chris; that little imp, despite being a nobleman, was actually poor and couldn't afford Melody. So, things got interesting. Frank didn't have many friends he remembered, except for his sexual partners. Besides chance encounters, no one was willing to spend money to hire someone to protect him. Could it be that protection was just a pretext? Was Melody actually a cunning and deceitful pond, using the guise of protection to closely observe and gather information about the Goddess Vicky, then turn around and swallow up the bounty from the Moonlight Church?

Taking advantage of the time not passing, Frank lingered in the world of his thoughts for who knows how long, various conspiracy theories making him feel like he was developing paranoia. In the end, he still had no answers. If all else failed, he would have to coax information out of Melody's mouth. That fire spirit lady seemed laid-back and easy to deal with. With that in mind, he shifted his focus back to Joan, who was waiting for his blessing.

In line with the principle of not easily exposing himself, he still chose the option with the relatively minimal increase—mathematics. The rabbit girl, who had no talent in mathematics, consumed over sixty million discounted experience points granted by the Holy Semen, raising her skill level from ordinary 7 to ordinary 20. In theory, the experience should have been able to raise it even higher, but perhaps due to bad luck, she hit a dead end at this threshold of enlightenment. As an adventurer guild administrator, helping her improve her mental arithmetic skills could be considered part of his job.

Lying on the not-so-spacious bed with the slightly sweaty and tender naked body in his arms, chatting casually, Frank fulfilled his post-coital affectionate duties as a man while pondering. With more and more relationships like this in the future, should he take responsibility? How should he take responsibility? Should he develop feelings, and if not, could he resist?

The last question was particularly serious. He had always considered himself a loyal and morally upright modern gentleman with a spirit of cleanliness. However, upon reflecting seriously, since he came here for such a short time, he had already become addicted to various carnal pleasures, enjoying them without any hint of guilt or remorse.

He felt himself growing fonder of Tiffany, but during his intimate moments with the administrator Miss, the emotional aspect seemed almost as casual as the physical one. Was it that he wasn't scum before because he didn't have the opportunity? Was he fundamentally just a lustful scumbag?

Of course, this melodrama, unique to the wise, soon disappeared from Frank's mind. It wasn't that he found a good reason to convince himself, but rather, as he spoke, the excited Joan pulled the blanket over them, taking his soft cock into her mouth.

Hot, wet, slippery, her cheeks so tender, her tongue so soft, so pleasurable... Ah... to hell with loyalty, to hell with cleanliness, what good comes from being single-minded?

Spreading seeds, after all, was the duty of males!

As the erect head of his cock felt the vacuum suction of her swirling throat, Frank gasped excitedly, rising to his feet and embracing Joan, pinning her beneath him to begin the second round.

After kissing goodbye at the doorstep, Frank turned around to see Melody.

Bathed in sweat, her slightly curled fiery red hair soaked, her leather armor scattered haphazardly to the side, and her cloak draped around her neck like a towel, the tight-fitting top and leggings that served as the base armor were also dampened with several slightly transparent patches.

He suspected that if he lifted the obstructing cloak hanging down on either side of her neck, he would likely see the small strawberries at the top of her full breasts. "Little handsome guy, you're quite enduring," she raised her head, the end of her sentence carrying a strange hint of coquettishness, "You've been inside for almost three hours, right? Will Miss Administrator be able to get out of bed and go to work tomorrow?"

Ordinary lovemaking surely couldn't, but Holy Semen had healing properties. Currently, the only time it didn't work was with Chris, but he was an incubus, and for him, lovemaking was like eating, and lovemaking with him was like having a drugged feast. Who ever heard of someone eating until their mouth was sore?

Frank pondered; perhaps, given his current abilities, pursuing Melody from the angle of a romantic relationship to probe her mysterious employer was the most successful approach.

So he leaned against the nearby lamppost, striking a domineering CEO pose commonly seen in TV dramas, and smiled, "I also wanted to come out earlier, but Joan wasn't willing."

"I can tell," Melody stood up, lazily putting on her skirt armor and breastplate, fastening her belt with a thin sword, using her cloak to wipe away sweat, "Not many human males can handle rabbit girls in heat. You're pretty impressive."

Frank walked with her in the direction of the inn, smiling and asking, "So, are male rabbits proficient in this area?"

"Proficient my ass," Melody chuckled, "They're just a bunch of three-second goods. I heard they can come seven or eight times in one night, but the total time spent inside doesn't exceed a minute. Quite a few rabbit girls swear never to marry within their own kind because of this."

"You know about this too?"

"I'm a traveling dancer, and there's no shortage of drunken girls in the taverns complaining about this kind of thing," Melody shrugged, taking a couple of steps forward and gesturing with her hands, "According to that rabbit girl, their males just grab onto their tails from behind at night, stuff their little dicks in, and pump a few times like they're cramping, and that's it."

When she gestured "little," she used her raised thumb.

Frank recalled, no wonder Joan was so shallow down there; he always felt like two cervixes were squeezing his head from both sides. It turns out it was to accommodate their brethren's mini dicks.

With this opening, the conversation inevitably drifted towards more vulgar topics. Melody had come to the adventurers' guild looking for work, and of course, she recognized Joan, smiling and continuously inquiring about Miss Administrator's figure and skills in bed.

If the roles were reversed in these conversations, Frank felt he'd be labeled as sexually harassing. With such a golden opportunity, Melody hadn't mentioned the Goddess of Abundance at all, so... it didn't seem like she was here undercover to gather information.

At the entrance to Moonlight Inn, he couldn't help but ask, "Melody, how much money would it take for me to know the name of your employer?" Leaning against the exquisitely carved marble pillar outside the door, she curled one side of her lips, with a hint of disdain in her tone, "Cute little handsome guy, I've been a dancer for so long, I don't even know how many times I've been in debt, but I've never sold myself even once."

The implication was that she liked money but had principles when it came to earning it. Alright, if that's not possible, I'll start investigating from the Adventurers Guild tomorrow and see if Joan can help. However, the situation didn't look optimistic; keeping the identity of anonymous employers confidential was one of the guild's basic principles, and even if the king pressured them, they wouldn't usually compromise—as long as the task itself didn't violate any rules.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot to give you this." Climbing up the stairs, Melody suddenly pulled out a small spherical object from her waist pouch. It was smooth, with a faint red halo flowing like water ripples. What is this? To avoid appearing ignorant, Frank chose to inquire in his mind.

"Self-defense bomb, a common auxiliary tool for adventurers. Red indicates fire attribute, and it can trigger a small explosion when shattered or strongly impacted." "What do I need this for?" He frowned, taking it and holding it up for examination. It was only the size of a thumb, lightweight, and roughly made. It didn't seem like a high-end gadget. "Just in case. I see you don't have much combat ability, so it's safer to have it on you. If you encounter danger and I'm not nearby, just throw it towards the enemy or drop it on the ground. When I hear the explosion, I'll come running." Melody flicked her sweaty hair back, "Actually, I wanted a wind attribute one; it would be less likely for me to mistake a long whistling sound. But I'm too poor to afford crystals, so I had to use my own magic to have it made, and could only make a fire one. It'll do for you; the power isn't great, but it makes a noise, which should suffice."

Hmm, why does this sound so unreliable? Frank furrowed his brow, puzzled, "Why does it sound like I'm not just being investigated, but might also be attacked?" Melody laughed, "That's how I can demonstrate my value, dear little handsome guy. I'm your bodyguard."

"In that case, for the sake of your value, are you going to hire some people to attack me?" He retorted sarcastically.

"Hey hey hey, I'm a noble elemental spirit. Can I stoop to such deceitful acts? I have no shame?" A rotten gambler always brings up dignity to dodge the issue; unreliable, right? Though he was accustomed to being kind and tolerant, when it came to safety, Frank couldn't help but say with some annoyance, "I've seen plenty of gamblers who'd do anything for money, without any morals or principles, let alone dignity."

"But I'm not that kind of gambler. Gambling is just for fun for me. If I lose money, I'll earn it back. Actually, I'm quite lazy; I just need an occasional reason to get moving." Melody didn't seem offended at all, not like the rumored fiery temper of fire spirits; her smile remained charming.