Chapter 28- vibrator

Ivanka frowned as a sudden tingling sensation surged through her body, leaving her puzzled. "What... did you do?"

"Just a little experiment." He tossed the knife aside, started dressing himself, "There are people waiting for me at the inn, I have to go back. It's your choice, come with me or be taken away by me."

"If I go with you..." Ivanka seemed to relent, sniffling as she got up, taking the new clothes and slowly putting them on, "Can you buy me new underwear on the way?"

"At this hour, the market and the guild are both closed. Tomorrow then." Frank stood up, deliberately asking, "What about the money you took from me? Why didn't I find it?"

Ivanka lowered her head, pointing to the small wooden cabinet beside, "In the top drawer."

Frank kicked the knife away, went over to open it, and stared at the few remaining copper coins inside, sneering, "Ivanka, that money could have lasted an average family at least two or three weeks for food, the inn where I stay wouldn't cost this much for a month. You came all this way, and this is all that's left?"

Ivanka fastened her buttons, straightened her skirt, sat on the edge of the bed and adjusted her hair, letting her bangs cover her forehead, "I need to buy clothes, and I need a place to stay. How would I know your money wouldn't be enough?"

"I'm curious about one thing." Frank stared at her, asking, "Ivanka, you clearly know my abilities now, and you know my feelings for you. Why won't you choose me and instead prefer to try to climb onto other men?"

"I didn't..."

"Don't lie to me anymore!" He grabbed a box of makeup powder from beside and slammed it on the ground, startling her shoulders to shrink, "If you really planned to settle down and start a small business as you said, would you use all the money to buy pretty clothes and makeup? Would you specifically stay in such a high-end inn frequented by businessmen?"

Ivanka remained silent for a moment, then lifted her tear-streaked face and said, "What else can I do? I'm not like you, getting all these abilities, I was tricked by you. I'm just a weak woman, how can I survive without finding someone to rely on?"

"Why can't it be me?" Frank's chest heaved violently. The answer to this question was extremely important to him, "Tell me the truth, why can't it be me. Don't bring up nonsense like me raping you before, I haven't seen you so repulsed even by the bastard who made you have an abortion!"

Hit in her sore spot, Ivanka trembled, lowering her head again.

After a moment of silence, she whispered, "Because I don't want... you to ride over me. Only you can't."

"Why?"

"Because you're stupid." Her tone became somewhat peculiar, "Apart from a big idiot like you, no one else would follow me for ten or eight years thinking I'm some kind of goddess. Others curse at me, but you always believe in me, always willing to listen to me. Such an idiot should just be kept as a backup, there's no reason for you to be in charge. I shouldn't have planned to marry you before, I should have just kept using you as a tool. You'd willingly be my sugar daddy, maybe even better than a real father." She suddenly looked up, tears streaming down her face as she shouted, "I shouldn't have thought about giving you that chance! I shouldn't have gambled that you'd forgive me for this! You treated me the best when you were trailing behind me, so I should make sure you can only look and not touch for the rest of your life! Frank, I don't want you to ride over me, because you're just a super stupid tool! A useless sack! I've looked down on you in my heart for so many years, how could I ever be willing to be your tool! Stop dreaming!"

A throbbing pain surged in his temples. Frank decisively reached out, placing his hand on her shoulder, and activated "Carry."

The noisy voice and Ivanka's body disappeared together.

He sat on the edge of the bed, panting, knowing that both of their emotions were extremely abnormal at the moment. It would be best to wait a while until they both calmed down before communicating.

Anyway, this tool was his to use. Whether she accepted it or not, it didn't matter.

If she didn't accept this fate, even better. He couldn't help but imagine her resisting while being used by him.

Bastard! He cursed through gritted teeth, straightened his clothes, too lazy to take the copper coins from the drawer, picked up the knife, tested it, smoothly retracted it into his body, and left in a hurry.

As for the soul of Ivanka, whether she would suffer, he couldn't be bothered to ask.

Throwing the key to the front desk for check-out, Frank found a lightweight single-person pedal carriage and quickly rushed back to his residence.

Once he found Ivanka, the weight on his heart would be lifted. But the headache of having a succubus waiting for him at home was back again.

The soundproofing of this budget hotel wasn't very good; he hadn't even reached the door when he heard the familiar, sensual voice moaning intermittently, "Oh... mm... yes... ah..." What's going on? Did Chris couldn't wait for him to return and ended up with Tiffany?

Frank hurriedly took a few quick steps and knocked on the door.

The door opened to Tiffany, her cheeks flushed, looking embarrassed. "Master, welcome back. Uh... where's Ivanka?"

He tapped his chest and whispered, "She's here, brought her back." As he spoke, he walked towards the bed, following the overflowing erotic moans.

Chris was lying on the bed, already back to her succubus form.

She was lying diagonally on the bed, feet raised and resting against the wall and headboard, spreading her voluptuous thighs wide apart.

All membranes had retracted, even her wings were tucked into her shoulder blades. Amidst a faint blue-gray hue, her seductive crimson body was completely exposed.

With her eyes tightly closed, she played with her swollen nipples, and between her open thighs, the succubus's genitals were wide open, her tail curved into a "U" shape, thrusting wildly into the moist crevice.

Indeed, she was a succubus, complete with her own vibrator...

A succubus was fervently pleasuring herself in front of him, the evaporating fluids filling the room with an intoxicating scent of lust and milk. In such a scenario, not to mention Frank, blessed with reproductive abilities, even a seventy or eighty-year-old man would have to stiffen once more in respect.

No wonder Tiffany had that cute look of arousal when she opened the door. Judging by her bow-legged gait, the new panties between her thighs were probably already soaked.

The violent assault on Ivanka had left him unsatisfied. He hadn't conquered her physically, and the chasm between them had widened even more emotionally.

He now desperately needed Tiffany and Chris. The former would satisfy his soul, while the latter would gratify his body.

Chris's nostrils twitched, and suddenly her eyes opened. Her tail swiftly withdrew with a wet slurp, sprinkling a sticky dew as she exclaimed, "My dear honey jar, you're back! Please let me taste... I... I'm starving!" She reached out to grab Frank's waistband, but her strength was abysmal. After flipping over, she couldn't support her weight with one arm and ended up in a posture with her butt sticking up at the edge of the bed.

"Ah... I'm too weak," Chris whimpered, wiggling her butt. Her dark oily tail wagged like a windshield wiper, as if eager to please, resembling a puppy eager for attention.

On the way back, Frank consulted Vicky carefully and deeply evaluated how much he could collect from a succubus.

He had already experienced the effects of their fluids, but the sweat secreted near their foreheads during orgasm, known as succubus sweat, was also a precious material. Even the slowly growing horns on their heads were valuable when ground into powder.

Apart from the horns, the other three items not only required the succubus to be immersed in pleasure but also gradually evaporated into the air, making them extremely difficult to collect. But that was for everyone other than Frank.

With "Accommodate" engaged, he could easily stash away any inanimate object he touched and retrieve it whenever needed, filling a bottle with it.

So he bent down, grabbed her wagging tail, and stroked towards the base.

The accumulated fluids in her voluptuous buttocks could produce squeaky sounds upon friction. When he prodded with his fingers, her round cavity clamped tightly around him, eagerly sucking.

And the gathered love juices were smoothly collected by him.

Chris glanced around, not spotting Ivanka's figure, and became somewhat sad. "You... let your slave run away?"

"No, I used the power of the goddess to capture her. The deal is done." He pinched Chris's remarkably elastic breasts, trying to squeeze them.

"Don't squeeze so hard... idiot," Chris pouted, giving him a glare. "Milk flows naturally during climax; it's not something like what you humans use to feed offspring. You can't squeeze it out... Ah! I can't take it anymore, let me eat first! Please, let me eat first!" She perked up and moved to sit at the edge of the bed, finally managing to remove Frank's pants this time.

Seeing the erect male organ, Chris's eyes almost turned into two hearts. She hastily massaged his scrotum with one hand and played with the posterior end of the genital organ with the other, opening her mouth wide and eagerly wrapping her lips around the glans to prevent anyone from snatching it away.

"Mmm... Mmm... So delicious... The taste... the taste is amazing..." She immediately began sucking, her forked serpent tongue skillfully teasing the sensitive sides of the glans, and she hummed incomprehensibly, "Mmm... I want... Mmm... to come... Come for me..."