Monster Girl Development Master

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Then Lizad roared, and the space seemed to ripple. Everyone's speed and thinking were affected and slowed down. When Lizad saw that his ability was taking effect, he immediately pushed off with his fat hippo legs and rushed out of the wall!

In the blink of an eye, the Bloodline Cult duo demonstrated their superb escape skills, after all, they were originally a reconnaissance team, not a combat team.

Unfortunately, they were still too slow.

The Light of Judgment!

Holy light cascaded down on the ice path before him. Although Vol, who was covered in deathly aura, tried to dodge, he was too fast to react and could only jump off the "ice path." In mid-air, he was pinned to a crumbling wall by Dantalian's Holy Spear spell. His hastily used [Necromantic Shield] did not even have a moment to slow him down before he ascended to heaven in the purification of holy energy.

Meanwhile, Lizad was even more unlucky. He charged through the stone walls of the secret chamber, looking incredibly imposing. Moreover, Johnson and Dantalian were focused on Voll and had no time to pay attention to him, so his chances of escaping were very high—and then he ran into a pile of mud.

Fossils turned into mud.

Turning mud into stone

Nia casually unleashed two abilities, transforming the stone wall she had previously created into a mud trap. Once Lizard charged in, it solidified back into rock, easily trapping the monstrous bloodline user who charged like a behemoth. Well, not exactly easy, the rock was already starting to crack; this guy's really strong.

Nia raised her battle axe and slammed it down on Lizard's head. With the added strength of the dwarf woman, Lizard was instantly dizzy and his head was bleeding profusely. If it weren't for the hard scales on the crocodile's head, he would have been ready to fight to the next life—although that's pretty much the case now.

In the blink of an eye, another bloodline user, at least three times awakened, was taken down, and another, whose level was unclear, was on the verge of death. The numb onlookers found themselves completely unmoved, finding it utterly normal. And, surely this was finally over, right? They…

Snapped--

Wait, what's that sound?

The onlookers all turned their attention to Lady Lydia, who was being protected by Lydia. The sound came from nearby, and then they saw a crimson light pierce through Lydia's chest, becoming thinner, and rushing towards Lady Lydia behind her.

The light burst forth from Count Kross's corpse; the "crack" sound was the sound of his body exploding. The crimson light was extremely fast, and by the time they heard the sound, it had already pierced through Lydia's defenses.

"go to hell!!"

Count Kross's head roared, his soul burning fiercely, sustaining him to unleash a final attack—a technique from the Bloodline Order, a crimson light that could only be released by burning blood and soul, almost exclusively for a last-ditch sneak attack. This was because the power of this move was tied to the amount of blood and soul burned, and generally, those who fought to the death had very little blood left to burn.

Therefore, Count Cross chose to attack Lady Lydia instead of Johnson, not because he hated Lady Lydia so much, but simply because Lady Lydia, as an ordinary person, was the easiest to bully, and the chances of success were higher.

Count Cross also chose an excellent time. Zhuang Sen, Dantalian, and Nia were all dealing with the Bloodline Order duo and couldn't stop them in time. As for the others, if they were as strong as Zhuang Sen, Count Cross couldn't do anything about it. But if they weren't, he could at least take one of them with him!

The crimson light reached Lady Leah in the blink of an eye. Gazing at the deathly light filled with rage and hatred, Lady Leah felt a strange calm. She had already avenged herself; death didn't matter to her. Her only regret was not having had a genuine heart-to-heart talk with Zhuang Sen. If only she hadn't been so secretive a few days ago…

puff.

The crimson light pierced the flesh, then stopped. The splattered blood landed on Lady Lia's face, blurring her vision and making the youthful figure before her appear immensely large. It was the one who had used the powerful [Light of Judgment] as a propulsion device to "rush" to Lady Lia's side, using dense divine energy and flesh to absorb the attack.

"Jonson!"

A piercing scream tore through the sky. Lady Lia clung tightly to the falling Zhuang Sen, her face pale as she searched for his injuries. A series of wicked thoughts played on her mind, making her wish she could tear Count Cross to pieces and grind his bones to dust.

"I'm fine, Mother." Zhuang Sen raised his hand to cast a healing spell on himself, and then muttered, "Seriously, even in death they can't stay still. Shadow Harpies aren't exactly immortal either..."

"How could he be alright—" Lady Leah shouted without any decorum, the still-warm blood on her face bringing her to the brink of madness, even though she really couldn't find any dangerous wounds on Zhuang Sen.

It has been cured by treatment.

Dantalian immediately healed Zhuang Sen with full healing, and his wounds were healed as soon as they appeared. Now Zhuang Sen felt so healthy that he could fight another big battle, but this time there were truly no enemies left.

Everyone looked at Zhuang Sen with respect as he stood up again. Even though he was small and being held affectionately in Lady Liya's arms, no one thought there was anything wrong with it. The strength and character that Zhuang Sen displayed left the survivors with no room for doubt. Even the sons of Leon did not jump out to say anything at this moment.

Zhuang Sen, supporting Lady Liya's shoulder, glanced around at the wounded survivors and calmly said, "From now on, I am the next Earl of Leon. Who agrees, who disagrees?"

Clearly, no one was looking for death; only people were genuinely praising him: "Lord Zhuang Sen was originally the next heir designated by Earl Cross, we all heard that just now!"

"Earl Zhuangsen!!"

"Earl Johnson! Earl Johnson!!"

The fervent shouts gradually became more unified, and the surging sound waves overturned the crumbling ceiling. Brilliant sunlight poured down from the sky, and the banquet hall, littered with corpses, suddenly seemed sacred, leaving some people with complex expressions.

Chapter 123: Going Home (4126 words, with illustration of Liya)

With Johnson's "coronation," the riot, which lasted only a short time but was incredibly brutal, finally came to a complete end. The servants and guards who had survived began to clear away the bodies of the dead. The sorrow of loss replaced the joy of the survivors, and cries gradually spread. Meanwhile, people outside noticed that something was wrong with the manor and began to approach.

Dantalian's serpentine tail swayed as she approached Lady Lydia: "Madam, please take Zhuang Sen back first. We can handle the rest."

Lady Leah, holding Zhuang Sen, was somewhat taken aback and subconsciously said, "Let me help too, I'm more familiar with these things..."

Before she could finish speaking, Anjie jumped over and said with a grin, "Mom, you should go back first. Your brother needs you more right now, and besides, there are some things that are better when you and your brother aren't around."

Lady Lia understood the implied meaning in Ange's words. Now was the time for reckoning. Although these survivors had just agreed to Zhuang Sen's succession, they had also launched attacks against Zhuang Sen and his group before. It was just that interests led to the change, but not everyone can switch sides without paying a price. The mechanism of changing sides without losing points is not something everyone has.

But this counterattack and blackmail cannot be allowed to involve the new Earl. It would be best if he knew nothing about it, so that if problems arise, she or Dantelion can easily pin the blame on them. Anyway, she's not afraid that Zhuang Sen will really kill her, hehe.

Having understood this, Lady Lydia no longer hesitated, turned and left with Johnson in her arms. Lydia had already pulled out the arrows from her body and followed despite the penetrating wounds. However, when she passed Dantalian, the gentle and lovely lady quickly gave her a word of advice.

The loyal female knight paused, her eyes widening beneath her helmet, but she nodded vigorously and quickly followed.

……

Before long, Lydia drove back to Glorious Manor.

The female knight, having parked the carriage, opened the door and helped Lady Liya alight. Her gaze swept over her as she spoke, "Madam, please leave the young master to me first, you..."

A clear look replaced any words. Lady Lydia, covered in blood, nodded slightly, handed Zhuang Sen to Lydia, and hurried towards her room. Before she had gone far, Lydia looked down at Zhuang Sen, who was already fully recovered, her cold gaze softening: "Young Master, do you prefer white or black?"

"Why do you ask about this?"

Zhuang Sen blinked and retracted his wings. Although it was his own monster girl, the influence of holy energy on the undead had not disappeared. This was why Zhuang Sen did not heal Lydia. If he did, it would turn a non-issue into an issue.

Lydia strode forward: "Didn't you hear what Lady Dantalian said to me?"

Zhuang Sen jumped down from Lydia's arms with an innocent look on his face: "I didn't hear it, I don't know, I'm going back to rest."

"So which color do you actually like?" Lydia asked, catching up with her.

Zhuang Sen tilted his head and looked up at the sky: "I think white suits Nia very well."

Lydia understood, but couldn't help being curious: "What about me?"

Zhuang Sen pinched his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. His slightly chubby face made him look like this, which really stirred Lydia's heart. However, today was the lady's day.

"Anything is fine, because Lydia's legs are absolutely perfect!"

Zhuang Sen stopped and patted Lydia's thigh. His small hand tapped on the leg armor, making a slapping sound. Lydia felt a warmth on her thigh, which distorted her walking movements, making her feel a little shy.

Fortunately, they had arrived at the door of Zhuang Sen's room.

"Young Master, please get some rest. I'll head back to Madam's place now."

Fearing that she might turn into a boy knight if she stayed any longer, Lydia quickly bowed and hurried toward Lady Lydia's room.

……

As the owner of the manor, Lady Leah's room was naturally equipped with a bathtub and an "advanced" water supply system. She no longer needed to fetch water bucket by bucket, and she could easily take a bath by herself. At this moment, she was waiting for the hot water to boil while taking off her dirty floor-length dress.

She gazed at the full-length mirror in the bathroom. The smooth surface reflected a beautiful mature woman, her fair skin exposed to the rising steam. Her full breasts, freed from their restraints, trembled and traced an arc in the air. Below her slightly fleshy belly, dewdrops peeked from the golden forest, making Lady Lia bite them with her teeth. Her already fair and rosy face became even more delicate and charming.

She recalled her thoughts when facing Count Cross's final attack, and the scene of discovering that Zhuang Sen's small body had blocked the attack in front of her. Her emotions surged, and they did not fade with time and safety; on the contrary, they became more intense and passionate, surging in the beautiful woman's uneasy heart.

The mature beauty's plump thighs unconsciously pressed and rubbed together, her ten round and smooth toes, each distinct like a delicate pearl, curled up at this moment, with her arches slightly bent as well. After a long while, she suddenly released them, and Lady Liya softly sat down in the clear liquid. The plump, mature buttocks of the beautiful woman trembled with lingering pleasure, and her face, as beautiful as a red flower, was reflected in the mirror, her eyes alluring.

"This is really... Johnson~"

With a low, nasal murmur, Lady Lia felt her mind was exceptionally clear, allowing her to clearly capture some details she had missed before. She understood why Dantalian and Ange had persuaded her to return with Johnson first, and she understood the real reason why Johnson had been so imposing in announcing his succession to the Earl, but then fell silent.

She slowly propped herself up and slid into the white jade bathtub. The slightly warm water enveloped her ripe, fair body, soothing her flower that had just released its waves.

"Madam, I've put your new clothes in the usual spot." Lydia gently knocked on the bathroom door, placing the thin fabric in her hand into the clothes basket. Her appearance confirmed Lady Lydia's suspicions about her "daughters-in-law's" intentions, making her feel both shy and grateful.

She wasted no more time and quickly began to wash herself. Her mature and beautiful face no longer showed sadness, only anticipation and joy.

A moment later, Mrs. Lia, wrapped in a bath towel, came out of the bathroom and into the dressing room. Looking at the thin, sheer fabric in the clothes basket that looked like it would break at the slightest touch, she first subconsciously felt it was lewd, but then she thought of Zhuang Sen, and then, as if possessed, picked up the fabric.

A purple, openwork lace triangle pierced through her plump toes, running up her soft calves to her full thighs, gently covering the golden forest of hair. Honeyed fluid welled from her unfulfilled vulva, dampening the fabric. Then came the weightless, gossamer-thin black stockings. As the highest-ranking leader of the Falau Merchant Guild in Leon, Lady Lia naturally recognized this expensive fabric. With practiced ease, she bent down and lifted her leg, slipping her jade-like foot into the smooth fabric, allowing the black to slowly climb up her flawless, white legs, covering them with an alluring mystery.

Once both legs were covered, Lady Leah moved her legs slightly, then reached her index finger inside the tight stockings around her thighs, gently turning it around to keep her beautiful, tender legs balanced before slowly loosening it.

slap~

The elastic fabric pattered against her soft, supple thighs, making a soft sound. Lady Lia nodded in satisfaction and picked up the last garment from the clothes basket, if this hazy, transparent black veil, barely big enough to cover her snow-capped cherries, could be considered clothing.

Lady Lia bit her red lips lightly, suppressing her shyness as she picked it up and awkwardly tied the silver thread on it to her body, letting the black veil cover the pink cherry, creating a stark contrast with the snow-white flesh.

"Ledya is really..."

Muttering to herself, Lady Leah spun around in place, looking at her reflection in the mirror—a reflection she'd never seen before—then suddenly lowered her head and tugged at the black stockings at her heels: "It shouldn't be too tight, right? I hope it won't seem too..."

Lydia began knocking on the door: "Madam, are you done washing?"

"I'm all better now."

Lady Leah was startled and answered hastily. Then, she rallied herself, took down the luxurious gown hanging on the coat rack, and covered her proud, mature figure with a black fabric adorned with jewels, along with the lewd attire covering it.

She looked at herself in the mirror again, and only after confirming that she hadn't revealed anything did she push open the door and go out, calmly saying to Lydia, "Let's go."

Lydia suppressed the urge to ask "Where are we going?" and silently led the way.

……

In Zhuang Sen's room, Zhuang Sen had already finished showering and changed into a plain white shirt that better suited his angelic image and temperament. His black hair, with a touch of red highlights, hung wetly on his head, using the coolness to suppress his restlessness. However, Zhuang Sen couldn't help but wonder if Lady Lia would come.

Until he heard a soft creak from his unlocked door, he reflexively turned his gaze in that direction.

A beautiful woman in a black dress stepped across the threshold and into the room. Her fair face, free of makeup, was flushed with a gentle blush. Her watery eyes stared straight at them. Her beauty and nobility blended together, igniting a burning desire in them. Da Zhuangsen quietly saluted.

"Zhuang Sen..."

Feeling the man's burning gaze, Lady Liya suddenly realized her mistake. She was in such a hurry that she had forgotten to put on makeup. What should she do? Would he dislike her? In her anxiety, her gaze, which had been fixed on Zhuang Sen's face, lowered and caught sight of the imposing Zhuang Sen, who was practically tearing the silk cage to shreds. Her anxiety vanished instantly, and she even felt a surge of flirtatious intent.

The beautiful woman, having regained her confidence, moved gracefully to Zhuang Sen's side, reached out and touched his face, and chuckled, "Zhuang Sen, what's wrong? Is there still something about your injury that hasn't healed?"

A fragrant breeze caressed his face, and soft words reached his ears. Zhuang Sen's breath quickened as he grasped the soft little hand on his face. The intense heat of her eyes and the warmth of her palms sent a warm current through the beautiful woman's lower abdomen. Her confidence and teasing instincts crumbled under the burning desire, leaving only a few undulating waves of passionate emotion.

"Zhuang Sen..." With a gentle touch, the beautiful woman half-squatted down, looking directly at her beloved, whose figure was small but whose soul possessed that of a true man. Her red lips uttered a soft murmur that even she herself wasn't entirely sure of, "Guess what Mom is wearing underneath?"

tear-

Zhuang Sen answered with his actions.

The expensive dress was roughly torn apart, revealing the fair skin and lewd inner garment. Delicate silver threads were tied to the fair and alluring flesh. The soft and tender flesh, which was snow-white and mature, shook violently due to the rough movements. The pink cherries stood erect, teasing the black veil covering them, and seducing Zhuang Sen in a coy manner.

Zhuang Sen loosened the tattered fabric of the dress with his small hands and vigorously kneaded the soft, tender flesh. The bouncy texture excited him even more. His other hand reached down, but his size limited his ability to reach the golden forest. He only managed to hook the thin rope of the purple triangle. After several tugs, the thin rope, which was trapped in the beautiful woman's mature body, broke, completely releasing her already protruding plump buttocks and flower cave.

As they were pulled, the fabric that had sunk deep into the honeyed crevice fell down, making the already wet flower cave even more lonely. The beautiful woman's plump buttocks swayed unconsciously, and her hands wrapped around the waist of the young boy in front of her. Her red lips fell like starlight, leaving shallow marks on his tender and handsome face.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhuang Sen grabbed the beautiful woman's proud breasts, hung her legs on her plump, round buttocks, and pressed his hard, throbbing erection against her slightly fleshy abdomen, pouring his burning desire into her body.

"Zhuang Sen~" Feeling the weight hanging on her body and the warm current flowing inside and outside her lower abdomen, Lady Liya's eyes almost sparkled with hearts. She also reached out and grabbed Zhuang Sen, adjusting her position to let the excited Zhuang Sen sink into the long-lost flower cave.

Her already moist, sticky passage was filled with thick, sticky fluid, and her tightness was no less than that of a virgin. She clung tightly to Zhuang Sen, as if wanting to keep him inside forever. Zhuang Sen gasped, the pleasurable sensation exceeding his expectations, especially the feeling of being completely enveloped and held by her body, which gave him immense satisfaction.

"Liya."

Zhuang Sen softly called out Lady Liya's name, and then felt another contraction below, becoming even tighter, while the eyes that had been staring at him became increasingly moist, almost dripping with water.

"Jonson."

Lady Lia also called out Zhuang Sen's name, lowered her head and kissed Zhuang Sen's forehead, and then moved down to Zhuang Sen's lips, where she was stopped by Zhuang Sen's tongue.

"Mmm~ Sizzle~"

After a deep, sweet, and intense kiss that felt almost suffocating, Zhuang Sen buried his face in the sweat-drenched, seemingly melting snow-capped peaks. Having waited so long, Zhuang Sen, who also seemed to be melting, began his vigorous thrusts. Amidst silent groans, the two embraced tightly, as if trying to press each other completely into their arms. The small boy was almost entirely pressed against the mature woman's body, looking from afar like a mother holding her child.

Supported by this bizarre idea, Lady Lia, her face flushed, stiffened her limp legs and climaxed again and again before finally reaping a satisfying and delicious reward.

The scorching impact caused her to climax again, and this time she couldn't hold back at all, collapsing to the ground. Zhuang Sen, still on top of her, pulled out his large penis and climbed upwards, the viscous semen splashing onto Lady Liya's lower abdomen and chest, making her feel deeply wasteful.

Then she heard Zhuang Sen's low murmur: "You don't mind having another son, Mother~"

"Ugh—" An indescribable, intense pleasure surged through her, and Lady Lia bit her red lips, murmuring through her nose, "Bad boy~"

The author says:

Author's note: The timing wasn't perfect, so the extra chapter and bonus content came out early. So, I wish everyone a happy Dragon Boat Festival in advance!

Chapter 124: Epilogue

When Johnson returned home, Leon Manor was bustling with activity. Dantalian and several nuns from the Church of Vengeance dragged away the Bloodline Order duo whose limbs had been broken. The manor's dungeons were well-equipped, saving them a lot of trouble. Ange and Nia teamed up and gathered the survivors, who had finished crying, back into another hall for a pleasant meeting.