Chapter 19-What's your name

"Rubbish! The Master's semen is a gift from the goddess, it can cure my illness and make me stronger. If you defame the Master again, I will kill you!" Seeing a somewhat unfamiliar killing intent on Tiffany's face, Frank realized that she was still one step away from becoming the most devout follower, so it wasn't appropriate to continue this topic. He didn't want Chris to actually be hung up and bled, becoming the first heretic executed since his arrival.

"Alright, Tiffany, don't talk about these things with the demon clan. And I have indeed punished her already. Her strength, she might even tremble while carrying water." Frank untied the knot of the rope, stood up, and sat on the edge of the bed, sighing. "So, Chris, you can go now. As long as you promise not to attack me again, I won't hold you accountable for your rudeness tonight."

"I... If I promise, can you restore my strength?" Chris rubbed his wrist, looking pitifully at him.

Indeed, she was a succubus; her demeanor effortlessly shifted from sultry and seductive to pitiful and weak in the blink of an eye. Unfortunately, having been trained by Ivanka for so long, Frank immediately realized after this sudden enlightenment that she was just acting.

"Your strength can only be restored by absorbing my semen after devoutly believing in the fertility goddess Vicky. It's a gift from the goddess, and it can detect your intentions, producing different effects," Frank explained.

"The fertility goddess... I've never heard of such a deity."

"Well, now you have."

"But I am loyal to the Demon Lord."

"Loyalty and belief are not contradictory, and the goddess won't make you go against your master. You just need to recall the forgotten goddess, knowing that this world thrives because of her blessings. The divine Vicky only spreads the joy of abundance, not encouraging strife that brings disaster," Frank fabricated lines resembling those of a charlatan, while also performing an assessment.

"Current stats: Faith: None; Affection: None; Lust: Burning all over." It seemed that all the previous stat points were contributed by lust, and this succubus's fondness for him was purely carnal desire.

"Alright, I am willing to respect your goddess Vicky. The Light-side bastards always say that the creator of this world is the slumbering goddess Rubea, they're all frauds. Rubea couldn't make me weak like a little fledgling bird."

Frank immediately reassessed and found that the faith attitude had changed from none to highly skeptical. It probably only raised one level.

"I don't judge by verbal declarations, but by your sincerity. The goddess has granted me the ability to see the truth." He said calmly. "You may go, while I haven't changed my mind to treat you as a prisoner."

Chris struggled to stand with both hands on the ground, it was quite difficult. "How can I walk like this... I feel even lifting my legs is so exhausting. Damn it... you've crippled me."

Her tail seemed to want to curl up, but lacked the strength, only moving slightly near the base of the tailbone, resulting in the entire black tail forming an arch like a bridge. "Ahh... I can't even lift my tail! How can you help me recover..."

"If faith is too difficult for you, you can approach it from other directions. Kindness towards me will be rewarded, while malice will only bring punishment. What effect my semen will have on you depends on you, not me."

Chris sat down on the ground, feeling too tired even to stand. "Then I won't go. I want to see the power of your goddess and find a way to recover."

Her gaze fell on Frank's crotch, with a complex expression.

She seemed very afraid of being weakened again but was reluctant to leave.

Tiffany, feeling insecure about competing with a succubus in seduction, immediately said, "Master, it's too dangerous to have a demon around."

After some thought, Frank, feeling a bit helpless against beautiful women, said, "Chris, if you want to stay, then I must tie you up and gag you. The demon's spellcasting abilities are strong, and I still can't trust you." "If it's only when you're sleeping, I can accept it. As long as I adjust my mindset, being bound is quite enjoyable for me." Chris, feeling tired even while sitting, lay down and stretched her limbs, her expression becoming like a 'neet' among succubi, "Let your slave tie me up."

Tiffany immediately went down to pick up the rope.

"Hiss... Easy, easy, I'm weak right now..." Chris murmured as she looked at herself being tied up. "Can you hold off on gagging me for now? I have something to say."

Frank was still mentally sharp, but Tiffany was nodding off. He motioned for the young slave girl to lie down and sleep first, then turned to Chris. "Go ahead."

"I have two questions for you."

"Ask away."

"The first... um... oh dear, you see, I don't harbor any malice towards you now, so your semen shouldn't be a punishment for me anymore, right?" She looked at Frank, who nodded, prompting a delighted expression from her. "So, can I have some more of your essence? You can do it multiple times with your slave, so could you spare a bit for me to taste again? It won't affect your health in any way." Frank raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting to the membrane-like covering enveloping her ample mons. "Is your mouth the only way you can consume?"

"Um..." Chris licked her lips. "Only the mouth, but both upper and lower are mouths." Knowing that the membrane would only retract voluntarily, Frank squatted beside her, tentatively caressing her smooth and slightly cool skin with his hand. "Then I'd prefer to feed the one below."

"Fine, but wait until I ask the second question." Succubi didn't have much shame, especially since Frank's essence was simply too delicious for her. Even if it might "poison" her, she found it hard to resist.

"What else do you want to ask?"

Chris poked his arm with the tip of her tail. "What's your name?"

"Frank?" Chris looked somewhat puzzled upon hearing the answer. "What about your last name?"

"I am a messenger of the goddess, I have no last name," Frank replied casually as he caressed Chris's naked skin.

Thinking he was just being evasive or lying, Chris became annoyed and extended the membrane, turning it into a black skin suit covering her entire body. "You're human, humans have parents, how could you not have a last name? I am the heir of the Star Kiss family, a human. Am I not worthy of knowing your surname?"

"Frank is my entire name," he said calmly. "Such is the gift of the goddess, so I shall not have the kind of surname you desire."

Chris stared at him incredulously. "What does your goddess want you to do? From what I see, you're just making love to your slave."

"That's the third question, I'm not interested in answering," Frank said, grabbing her breast. The outer layer of the membrane was very smooth but not too firm. It felt like a thin layer of rubber, but squeezing it revealed its considerable thickness and resilience, making it an excellent protective covering. "Right now, I just want you to prove that you no longer harbor any malice towards me. I want you to remove this obstructive black skin."

Chris rolled her eyes, subtly squirming within the ropes. The black membranes covering her body quickly retracted to their respective core organs—for example, those covering her chest disappeared into the tops of her breasts.

Curiously, Frank lifted her leg and looked at the area between her thighs, which had been separated by the ropes.

Like the rest of her body, there wasn't a single pore in sight, but unfortunately, there wasn't an orifice either.

It wasn't surprising for a succubus, who fed on essence, to lack an anus as they didn't need to excrete waste. What was strange was the absence of the mouth below.

"Why can't I see anything here?"

"I'm a succubus, take a closer look," Chris said, wriggling a bit and relaxing her leg muscles, allowing him to spread them apart.

He leaned in, carefully scrutinizing the area until he finally noticed a very subtle, two-finger-wide slit in the human girl's crotch.

The slit was the same color as the surrounding skin, tightly closed with no visible folds. Without a close examination, it would be hard to notice.

"Is this it?" he asked, poking it with his finger.

The tiny slit moved slightly but didn't open.

He used two fingers to press on both sides, but there was still no sign of it opening.

"What's going on?"

Chris hesitated for a moment before whispering, "That's our succubus genitalia, so it won't open during normal meals. Only... when we're ready for pregnancy, it will open automatically."

"So you're not ready yet?"

"Of course not, I just left my mother when I came of age. After becoming a mother, I have to use magic to feed my daughter until she's twenty. If I get pregnant now, wouldn't I become a super foolish succubus who only hunts once every forty years?"

"Don't worry, my fertility has already been dedicated to the goddess. Just open it up." Chris sighed and nodded, her thigh muscles trembling. With a slender and sexy moan, the tiny slit suddenly opened, revealing a hole about the size of a pinky finger.

A transparent liquid immediately flowed out of the hole, emitting an inexplicably exhilarating aroma.

Chris's tail curled back, dipped into the opening, and waved it in front of his mouth. "Want a taste? This is something that can keep a man going without rest."

Without hesitation, Frank lowered his head, grabbed her tail, and took a bite.