Chapter 21- contract faith it

So, after Frank ejaculated this time, Chris had the honor of becoming the first succubus in history to be stimulated to tears, crying and begging for mercy before fainting stiffly.

Tiffany, who had watched the second half, was suddenly filled with admiration for Frank. She had heard of heroes in epics who single-handedly fought demons and bravely defeated them.

But she had never heard of anyone who could knock out a succubus by having sex with it.

After all, in legends, the best outcome for a man attacked by a succubus was to be drained dry and then spend half a month recuperating in bed. But Frank not only felt no weakness, he even drank two mouthfuls of Chris's love fluid, pushed Tiffany down, and treated her twice while at it.

When Tiffany fell into a deep sleep again, Chris was tied up, gagged, and stuffed under the bed. Frank then finally exhausted the excitement and desire brought by the succubus milk he had smeared on himself.

The sky was already getting light, and he was still incredibly excited because of the debauchery from before. The succubus's bodily fluids had already worn off, but the mental aphrodisiac was still in effect.

From yesterday afternoon until now, close to dawn, with little sleep in between, Frank had been at it for over ten hours.

The skin on the front of his thighs and lower abdomen was slightly red and stinging from excessive pounding on female flesh, but the blessed member remained unharmed.

Unfortunately, the unconscious Chris could no longer open her lower lips, and although Tiffany's face was almost healed, her genitals had swollen into soft bread with a seam in the middle, and he suspected that even continuing inside her would break the skin.

Hmm... Ivanka, are you still awake?

The tone of her response was very subtle, like she was angry but dared not explode.

"After you locked me up, it seems I don't need to sleep anymore."

Do you want to come out?

"Frank, did your goddess replace your... thing with a stick? Since you brought that skinny monkey back yesterday, you've been having sex, sex, sex, and more sex. How many times do you need, huh?" Frank felt a bit embarrassed, thinking to himself: I just... wanted to let you breathe, you know? Not using your body might cause discomfort.

"Oh, spare me. Every time you lift your hips, I know you're about to fart. You can even handle those weird creatures with long horns and blue bodies without an asshole. I can't control my body. If you let it out, not raping me would be a miracle!"

He frowned slightly, feeling a bit annoyed.

"I've already told you it's not rape. If I don't treat you like this, you'll remain unconscious forever, won't you? You've seen Tiffany, haven't you? Her face has improved a lot, hasn't it? I've experimented on her. My semen does have strong healing power. I need you to wake up soon so we can start our journey, find faith, and figure out how to return to our original world."

Perhaps realizing she couldn't move even if she were released, Ivanka softened her tone.

"Frank, please... let's make up. I don't like how you are now. If you could still treat me like before, even if I can't move and you... um... have sex with me, at least I won't feel so uncomfortable. You used to be so gentle. Why do you seem like a different person in this damn place?" "I haven't changed. I'm still me. It's you who seems like a different person to me."

"Haven't changed? So, you mean to say, you were always so lecherous? You looked so devoted to me, never dating anyone else, going on blind dates over and over, but it was just because you didn't have the chance. If you won a jackpot and got tens of millions or even billions, you'd immediately indulge in luxury, right?" Her tone carried a hint of mockery that stung Frank.

It wasn't because she had exposed some guilty secret, but because she had shattered and trampled on the innocent dreams and purity obsession he once had. It was Ivanka who had done it.

It was like an arrogant second-generation rich kid kidnapping and raping an innocent girl, then mocking her for not being as naive and innocent as before.

He pursed his lips, got out of bed, pulled the sleeping Tiffany to his side, freeing up space, maintaining his spiritual connection with Ivanka, and releasing her from his "carry."

A soft glow appeared where his gaze rested, and soon Ivanka's slender silhouette emerged in the light of this world.

"What... What are you doing? Why suddenly can't I see anything again? And my body feels so heavy... Frank, what did you do?"

"I'm trying to save you," Frank climbed onto the bed. He was still naked from the last time he "carried" her. Now, Ivanka, restored to her pre-"carried" physiological state, looked just as he had left her, thighs slightly swollen, and her delicate opening still slick with remnants of arousal.

"I... I don't want you to save me like this. Frank, please, don't... I'm so scared..."

"You won't be scared once you wake up," Frank was determined. He bent down, reaching under the bed, and smeared a handful of succubus milk on Ivanka's chest and genitals, where he had yet to see a reaction in the comatose girl's body.

The effect of the milk was indeed remarkable, but freshness was crucial. If he wanted to preserve it, he would have to wait until he switched back to being an alchemist to see if he could use it as a material.

For now, it was still fresh, and the effect remained potent. Although the girl's unconscious body showed no response, her soul emitted an irresistibly seductive tone.

"Frank... What did you do to me? My body feels strange..."

"I did it so you wouldn't suffer. You always reject my attempts to save you, and it hurts me too, Ivanka. I... I still care about you," he said softly, applying the remaining succubus milk to his glans.

If only the succubus's love fluid didn't dry up so quickly, he would have wanted to feed her a bit more.

He wanted to hear Ivanka's genuine excitement and lascivious moans, even if it was only in her soul.

He wanted to tear off all of Ivanka's masks and see the real her. Otherwise, he couldn't fully awaken from the illusions of the past.

He first extended his fingers, using the techniques bestowed upon him by the gods. Even if her body was unconscious, he would make her climax at his fingertips.

"Why... Why does it feel... stronger this time? Mmm... Frank, your touch... Is it always this skilled?"

"For you, I have to keep learning new skills," he gasped, gazing at Ivanka beneath him. Her face was unfamiliar, but hearing the moans from her soul helped him feel the reality of her presence. This didn't hinder his excitement.

"Mmm... Mmm..."

The voice of her soul was trembling. He widened his eyes and quickened his pace.

"N-No... Don't... Mmm... Ahhh—Ahh, Ahhh—Stop... Don't... Ahhh—! Ahh! Ahhh—!"

The girl's body remained unconscious, but her engorged walls were contracting with pleasure. Her small lips were constantly opening and closing. Frank withdrew his hand, licked the slightly bitter love fluid, then pulled her to the edge of the bed, lifted her legs, and forcefully thrust his thick member into her drenched core.

This time, he didn't break the connection. He listened to Ivanka's helpless moans and lascivious cries, eagerly filling her tiny passage until he reached climax.

Once the Holy Semen was absorbed, frank took a damp cloth and wiped Ivanka's lower body, caressing her small breasts, and after an erection, he thrust in again, summoning up the determination to heal Tiffany.

Ivanka said nothing more meaningful, moaning with pleasure and screaming when her orgasm came, as if passively giving up on the idea of communicating with him.

By the time she came for the second time, it was a lively morning outside the curtains.

FRANK went to the window to watch the town awaken for a while, drank some water, and went back to lie on top of Ivanka again.

During this time, Tiffany woke up yawning. She saw that frank was sweaty and tired, so she sat on her knees behind him and helped push for him for a while.

After this time, frank cleaned up the room with her.

Tiffany took a serious look in the mirror in the sunlight, what young girl doesn't love beauty, and seeing her cheeks in the mirror with only a little bit of residual bruising recognizable from very close, she was so happy that she kept wiping her tears.

It was at this point that the divine sense forcibly interrupted his connection with Ivanka.

"Tiffany's faith has reached level 10, is it contracted?" Originally, he hadn't planned to leave the spot of contracting to infinity to Ivanka, and the attitude of faith was obviously safer and more reliable.

But the fact that Tiffany had been taken care of so easily had made FRANK giggle at the more desirable option of AiYi.

Current Tiffany state? He asked.

"Faith: surrender and devotion; Amorality: infatuated attachment; Lust: burning in the face." It sounds like Love Affection isn't too far from the top ...

"For different individuals, the difficulty of raising each attitude is not the same. And within the same attitude, the last level is the hardest to raise. If you give up your contractual beliefs, you will lose the opportunity to contract and have to wait for the remaining two attitudes to reach their limits. Do you confirm?"

FRANK hesitated for a moment, looking at Tiffany's face full of joy, thinking that if faith is more important, it should also give her less pain from jealousy.

Okay, I confirm, contract faith it.