Monster Girl Development Master

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"Um..." Hana began hesitantly, but driven by a strange feeling within her, she mustered all her courage: "Um, could you please pat my head every day?"

You even said you don't have any strange impulses!

Zhuang Sen wanted to say that, but upon closer inspection, patting someone's head didn't seem like a strange impulse, did it? Perhaps it was just a socially anxious girl who lacked affection seeking security and trust.

Most importantly, he's not losing out anyway.

Zhuang Sen nodded readily: "No problem, we can do it now."

For the first time, Hana ran to Zhuang Sen's side without hesitation and squatted down next to his chair: "Thank you for your help."

After saying that, Hana was surprised by her own boldness; for a moment, she seemed to have completely forgotten her fear.

Zhuang Sen nodded, first wiping his hands clean on a white napkin, then pressing them against the girl's dark green hair. The soft strands were pressed down, and the slight tickling sensation made Hana tremble slightly, her face quickly turning from white to red. Zhuang Sen slowly moved his palm, the soft hair sliding down his hand, the delicate caress making him feel somewhat strange as well. Hana felt a tingling sensation all over her body, as if the large hand on her head was caressing her soul, leaving her mesmerized.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment, and Nia and Dantalian looked thoughtful.

After a while, Zhuang Sen withdrew his hand: "Is that alright?"

"Mmm." Hannah reluctantly returned to reality. "Thank you!"

"Just help me grow that seed." Zhuang Sen picked up his bread again. "Let's eat first. Photosynthesis is just for survival; enjoying food is another matter."

Hannah nodded seriously – Lord Zhuangsen is right!

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Prevention

Miss Hannah left the restaurant in a hurry, her excitement completely undisguised.

With no outsiders around, Dantalian finally didn't have to suppress her emotions, and pouted her full red lips: "Lord Zhuang Sen is really charming. He's already captivated me after only two meetings."

Nia chimed in, "Of course, darling is the best at sweet talk."

Faced with attacks from both sides, Zhuang Sen chose to fight with both hands. He grabbed the big breasts of the little cutie Nia with one hand and pinched the plump buttocks of the big cutie Dantalian with the other. After a few kneadings, the two who were just venting their mouths went limp on his lap.

"You naughty thing~" Dantalian murmured, pressing down on Zhuang Sen. Her perfect breasts pressed against the simple nun's clothes, indirectly pressuring Zhuang Sen and little Nia, who was lying on Zhuang Sen's lap, leaving her speechless.

The wicked creature kissed the nun's lips, then the dwarf's cheek, shamelessly declaring, "I am the wicked creature, and you two are my prisoners!"

After cuddling and cuddling for a while, the three of them ultimately decided against starting a fight in the restaurant. Being mindful of appearances was one thing, but more importantly, they all had work to do. Nia, needless to say, was the core of Zhuang Sen's current plan, the blacksmith queen of Leon Territory. Even without orders for level-three magic iron equipment, she could forge ordinary plate armor faster and better than other blacksmiths.

Dantalian had to go to her priestly duties, and she had already missed the morning prayers. It was only because Bishop Rosa brought Loris that things got a little awkward.

Zhuang Sen appeared to be doing well, but he actually had a lot to do. Right now, he needed to contact the guests still at the manor, discuss the details of the plan with Lady Lia and Bishop Rosa, and keep an eye on Miss Mira, whom he wasn't sure he could win over. She was a vampire! A vampire! Immortal! Eternally youthful!

Therefore, after reluctantly finishing their breakfast, Zhuang Sen and his two companions threw themselves into their work. Zhuang Sen first visited the remaining guests one by one, engaging in in-depth discussions with them, securing orders for over a hundred pieces of plate armor, as well as two orders for level-two magic iron equipment—the kind with passive attributes—and earning a deposit of over five thousand gold coins.

Although Zhuang Sen immediately spent most of the money to buy various mineral raw materials and magic iron materials, Baron Flor happily accepted a large order of one thousand gold coins.

Having settled that matter, Zhuang Sen rushed to the chapel of the Church of Vengeance, where he secretly kissed and hugged Dantalian, who had finished her afternoon prayers. Then he met Lady Lia and Bishop Rosa, who were having tea and chatting together.

"You still know to come over." Lady Liya put down her teacup and glanced at Zhuang Sen, leaving Lydia speechless—who was it that was saying this morning that the young master hadn't arrived yet?

“Mother, I’m just busy contacting clients…” Zhuang Sen maintained his pretense and smiled apologetically at Madam Liya.

Bishop Rosa quietly sipped her tea, then beckoned to Dantalian, signaling her to stop clinging to Zhuang Sen for the time being. Although Bishop Rosa had never been married, at her age she had naturally heard about mother-in-law/daughter-in-law issues, and as a clergy member, she had heard many believers complain about such things, so she immediately understood Lady Lia's feelings.

However, it seems that Lady Lia really didn't know that Dantalian had a level five bloodline.

Bishop Rosa sipped her tea thoughtfully, maintaining her smile on the surface. However, she was mistaken, because this wasn't a mother-in-law/daughter-in-law issue at all, but simply a matter of age, a personal matter for Lady Leah.

Of course, seeing Dantalian move away from Johnson, Lady Leah was indeed somewhat relieved: "Tell me, how much do you need?"

"Let's start with 5,000 catties of wrought iron plates and a logarithmic number of belts and other materials. Also, 5,000 catties of charcoal, iron ore, and leather. Then, 1,000 catties each of flaming iron ore and moon cold iron, meteorite iron and mithril... cough cough, that's all for now."

Lady Leah rubbed her chest: "How much meteorite iron and mithril do you need?"

Zhuang Sen obediently replied, "Let's not bother with it for now. Anyway, no one has ordered level three magic iron equipment yet, so there's no point in buying it."

Lady Lia looked at the obedient-looking Zhuang Sen and felt a strange mix of emotions. She finally rolled her eyes with a charming smile and said, "I can only give you fifteen catties of mithril. I'll see if I can scrape together fifty catties of meteorite iron. I can't get any more than that all at once. Also, this will completely offset the cost of your armor."

“It’s alright, I’ll have the cash once I deliver the goods.” Zhuang Sen accepted the black tea Lydia offered and nodded his thanks. “Besides, as long as we hold out for a while, once the plate armor is rolled out and Nia’s reputation spreads, the Church of War will have no choice. This is a difference in hard power. Unless they can produce a blacksmith of the same caliber as Nia, but I don’t think the territory of Leon has such a person.”

Bishop Rosa nodded slightly: "Their best blacksmiths are about the same level as Knight Harper. I've only seen Lady Nia's level in the capital."

Bishop Rosa paused for a moment: "But don't relax too much. The Church of War won't admit defeat so easily. If they can't gain an advantage in forging, they will definitely find other ways."

"Military intervention, I know." Even on Earth there are business wars, and Breaking Bad is a top business war company. How much more so in this bright medieval world? If you can't beat your products, you can't beat your people.

"But as long as they don't send out bloodline individuals who have awakened three times, it won't matter who they send."

Currently, Zhuang Sen, Nia, and Dantalian have all undergone a second awakening and have unlocked all their skills. If they were at the Baron level, they would be unstoppable. Normally, a Baron family would be considered fortunate to have two bloodline members who have undergone a second awakening at the same time.

"Should we hire some more soldiers?" Lady Liya asked with some concern, unaware that Zhuang Sen and the others had undergone a second awakening.

Although Bishop Rosa knew about Dantalian's second awakening, she was also worried: "Should I send some more vengeful female warriors over?"

"No, there's no need. If the Church of War is going to make a move, they'll definitely send those with bloodlines. Sending more ordinary soldiers would only increase casualties and wouldn't make any difference. It would be better if you, Bishop Rosa, helped keep an eye on their third-awakened bloodline members to prevent them from launching a sneak attack. Besides, their target is likely to be the blacksmith shop. Just keep an eye on that place. And if the defenses are too tight, they might not even come. I was even planning to use this opportunity to accelerate their defeat. After all, attacking the Earl's son's territory is a serious crime. They probably don't want to be legally expelled and annexed, right?"

Lady Lia frowned deeply: "You still want to capture the people of the Church of War alive? Even if the bishop who has awakened three times doesn't make a move, they still have several bloodline individuals who have awakened twice!"

Zhuang Sen smiled and said in a seemingly casual tone, "It's just a second awakening, the three of us are too."

"Don't be like that—what?" Lady Lia, who was already anxious, was taken aback.

Zhuang Sen then said smugly, "I was just saying, Nia, Dantalian, and I have all awakened for the second time. The last time we went to Starry Night City was to buy materials for the awakening potion."

He shouldn't have said anything, because once he did, Mrs. Leah's attention was diverted: "So why didn't you go home last time?"

Zhuang Sen's smug expression vanished as he looked at Bishop Rosa.

Bishop Rosa hesitated for a moment, but still didn't reveal what happened at the previous meeting. After all, she had sworn to keep it a secret, and if Zhuang Sen and the other two had all awakened a second time, the forces that the Church of War could send couldn't possibly win.

So she simply nodded: "Alright, then I'll go back and keep an eye on the Church of War for you later. I'll wait for your good news."

Chapter Seventy: Blood Donation

After discussing the matters of the Church of War, the sun had already dipped low over the mountaintop. Bishop Rosa simply rose to prepare for the return journey, and Lady Lydia, though reluctant, also rose to accompany her. Unlike awakened individuals like Zhuang Sen and his companions who roamed freely in the wilderness, ordinary people, even those protected by elite knights like Lydia, were not safe alone in the wild.

And so, the bustling Thorn Manor, which had just been lively all day, quickly returned to its usual tranquility and busyness. After a tiring day, Johnson and Dantalian hugged and cuddled for a while to relieve their fatigue before going to the blacksmith's shop. However, instead of disturbing Nia, who was focused on her work, he sat down beside her and admired his lovely wife.

Before long, Nia couldn't stand his gaze any longer, stopped firing, and threw herself into his arms, playfully scolding, "You bad boy~"

Zhuang Sen pinched the little guy's nose and said innocently, "What did I do? You're a bad guy."

Nia opened her cherry lips and bit down hard on the demonic claw in front of her, using her actions to refute Zhuang Sen's sophistry. The couple flirted and teased each other for a while, then, seeing that it was getting dark, they decided to go home for dinner and then continue their efforts to become stronger.

However, when they returned to the main hall of Thorn Manor, they saw an unexpected person—Miss Mira Koffney.

The girl, still dressed in a black Lolita-style dress, leaned against the wall, turning the pages of a book by candlelight. Her fair face was still clearly visible in the darkness, as if shining with silver moonlight, like an elf in the night.

"Miss Mira?" Johnson led Nia to the door and greeted Mira, who had already put away her books.

"Good night, Lord Zhuangsen, Lady Nia." Mira curtsied gracefully. "Please forgive my abrupt visit. I am planning to depart for my return journey early tomorrow morning, and I have been pondering Lord Zhuangsen's invitation for a long time, hence my arrival at this moment."

As expected of a bloodline scholar, he spoke with such pedantry that even Zhuang Sen, a semi-literate person from another world, and Nia, a country noblewoman, found it somewhat difficult to understand. However, they still grasped the general meaning: Mira had rejected Zhuang Sen's invitation and was preparing to run away.

And indeed, after much deliberation, Mira decided to refuse Zhuang Sen. Firstly, she had accepted the invitation from the Church of War, but it had resulted in the Church of War being disrespectful. Even if that were acceptable, it could be excused as a matter of fairness and justice. But if she immediately switched allegiance to Zhuang Sen, there would be no way to clear her name. Secondly, she didn't believe Zhuang Sen's words. She had studied her own blood, and according to her theory, she was the type without any bloodline, even one could say she possessed "dead blood." Thirdly, since there was no possibility of awakening and she would offend the Church of War, Miss Mira naturally preferred to return home and continue her academic research. As for Zhuang Sen's strange blood…

Zhuang Sen was disappointed, but he didn't intend to force the issue. After all, Mira was invited by the Church of War and was a foreigner, so he couldn't control her. He couldn't just force her, could he? It hadn't come to that point yet, and he wouldn't do that.

"Well, it's a real shame. Your bloodline is excellent, but since you've made your decision, I wish you a safe journey."

Zhuang Sen's decisive reaction surprised Mira a little. After realizing what had happened, she felt a bit more approval towards him; she didn't like people who were persistent and clingy. However, when she remembered her purpose for coming, a hint of embarrassment appeared on her fair face: "Lord Zhuang Sen, um..."

Mira stammered and couldn't finish her sentence for a long time. Zhuang Sen almost thought she was Hana in disguise, but upon closer inspection, Hana probably wouldn't have the guts to do such a thing.

Despite his racing thoughts, Zhuang Sen maintained a polite demeanor: "Miss Mira, why don't we go inside and have a cup of tea first?"

Mira nodded: "I'm sorry to bother you, Lord Johnson."

The three entered the living room and sat down. A servant brought hot tea and then left. Zhuang Sen took a sip first, then asked, "Miss Mira, is there anything you need?"

Mira put down her teacup and nodded: "I have a presumptuous request. I would like to ask you to grant me some of your blood."

"My blood?" Zhuang Sen frowned. Even disregarding the effects of "Zhuang Sen's blood," bloodline holders in this world wouldn't casually hand over their blood to others, as this clearly involved bloodlines. Moreover, some bloodlines possess the ability to curse, and blood curses have always been synonymous with power.

Mira knew, of course, that her request was a bit excessive, but she was genuinely curious as to why Johnson's blood held such a strong attraction for her. Her scholarly thirst for knowledge and her own curiosity made it difficult for her to ignore this novelty.

She stood up and said, "I only need a little, about two hundred milliliters, for research. I can pay for it, and I guarantee there won't be any leaks!"

Although she spoke with great conviction, it's useless to just talk about it. Even if you really keep your word, what can you do if someone tries to take it from you? You're just a girl who hasn't even awakened her bloodline yet; two big men can easily take you down.

Even Mira herself hadn't held out much hope, but she was just too unwilling to leave without asking. Seeing the silence growing longer, she could only accept reality and lifted her skirt again: "Excuse me, Lord Zhuang Sen..."

"Don't rush, Miss Mira. I can give you some of my blood, but I need to know what you plan to research and how you intend to research it," Zhuang Sen said slowly, looking at the spirited bat on the literary girl's head. "As long as I can confirm that there are no problems, I can give you the blood you need. How about it?"

Zhuang Sen planned to offer his blood for several reasons, but primarily he wanted to see what use it would have on this yet-to-awaken "vampire." He hadn't forgotten Mira's unusual behavior during the previous canonization ceremony; she clearly reacted to his blood. Furthermore, he was very curious about his own blood: why could it be used as a main ingredient in potions? Why could it promote the development of the monster girl's bloodline? Why did Mira react so strongly to his blood?

Well, the biggest reason was that Zhuang Sen wanted to see just how much this vampire girl would react to his blood.

Mira hesitated because the experiment she was going to conduct was to test why Johnson's blood was so attractive to her; in other words, she planned to taste it herself, which seemed inappropriate to do in front of him.

But she quickly made up her mind: "I promise you, Lord Zhuang Sen, and I can demonstrate it for you right now. All you need is some blood."

Zhuang Sen readily drew the dagger from his waist, cut his index finger, and dripped blood into an empty, clean silver cup on the dining table. His movements were as practiced as if he had rehearsed, and he even controlled the amount to be exactly two hundred milliliters.

However, Miss Mira didn't have time to appreciate this skillful technique. The moment Zhuang Sen spread his index finger, her body tensed up, and she tried her best to suppress her expression so as not to show any signs of desire.

"How can it smell so good? It smells even better than before..." the girl murmured to herself, her cherry-like lips parting slightly to reveal her sharp canine teeth.

"Please." Zhuang Sen put down the dagger and pushed the silver cup in front of Miss Mira. His cut left hand had already been taken into Dantalian's arms for treatment.

"But don't you need those instruments for your experiment?"

Amidst Zhuang Sen's curious questions, Miss Mira, her hands trembling slightly, picked up the silver cup.

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Chapter 71: Blood Addiction

In the silver-white goblet, bright red blood swayed quietly, releasing a sweet fragrance. Elegant and delicate, like a doll, the girl's hands trembled, and on the back of her fair hands, the blue veins were clearly visible and pulsating, as she slowly approached the beautiful face that had revealed a smile at some unknown time.

A night breeze blew, the candlelight flickered, and in the dim light, the cold silver cup pressed against pale lips. Warm blood flowed into her mouth, dripping onto her pink tongue. For a moment, the girl was stunned. The exquisite taste that came from the tip of her tongue stole her thoughts, leaving her mind filled only with that sweet, fragrant, tangy, refreshing, and warm... indescribable, even contradictory, flavors that blended perfectly together, flooding Mira Couvenne's brain.

My brain is trembling!!

The perfect taste surpassed all the girl's imagination. None of the flavors she had ever tasted could compare to this. It was beyond the normal taste. If one had to make a comparison, it was like a thirsty person in the desert who was dehydrated and on the verge of death, suddenly drinking sweet spring water. It was not just physical pleasure, but also spiritual and soulful joy and excitement.

For the girl, at this moment she felt like a poor person who hadn't drunk water for eighteen years and didn't even know she was on the verge of death, finally drinking her first sip of water. Her whole body was cheering and jumping for joy, bursting out with a thirst that she hadn't expected.

In less than a second, she swallowed all the blood, intending only to take a small sip to satisfy her curiosity and make a preliminary analysis. She even disregarded her manners and stuck out her tongue to sweep the last drop at the bottom of the cup into her mouth.

But it's still not enough.

The perfect taste still lingered in his mind, but his lips and tongue were left with nothing. His body, which had just been excited, was suddenly plunged into a fierce thirst. Having tasted that perfect flavor, his body seemed unable to endure the boredom any longer.

……

"Miss Mira?"

Zhuang Sen looked at the girl in front of him strangely, feeling a little uneasy. He had initially thought Mira was going to demonstrate some kind of human blood testing device ability again, but to his surprise, she drank the half-cup of blood in one gulp, as if it were water, in less than a second. After drinking it, she entered a dazed state, neither speaking nor moving, as if she had crashed.

Surely it's not that his blood contains too much information and burned out her CPU...? That shouldn't be the case, right?

Feeling that it might not be impossible, Zhuang Sen walked up to Mira, carefully extended his right hand, and waved it in front of her eyes: "Miss Mira, can you hear me—"

Zhuang Sen quickly withdrew his hand, avoiding the sudden fall of the pale little mouth. The two rows of clean, neat teeth collided, even making a "click" sound, showing how much force Mira had used.

"Miss Mira? What's going on here—"

This time, before Zhuang Sen could finish speaking, Miss Mira had already stretched out her arms and pounced on him. Her movements were swift and agile, yet clumsy, which looked very strange. Moreover, Zhuang Sen was of course not going to be subdued by such an attack. He reached out and tackled the lunging Mira, pinning her to the table.

Zhuang Sen pressed her head down with one hand, her smooth, silvery-white hair contrasting sharply with her struggling little head; his other hand held her right hand behind her back, her soft, delicate hand also struggling, while her uncontrolled left hand kept hitting Zhuang Sen, but it was all in vain.

Although she failed to shake Zhuang Sen, a second-stage awakener, it cannot be said that the power she unleashed was normal. At least if it were Zhuang Sen before his awakening, he would definitely not be a match for this power.

"Blood! Give me blood—ah!"

Mira struggled fiercely, her bright red pupils turning even more crimson, her body twisting and writhing in an attempt to break free of Zhuang Sen's control. Her body screamed, her mind trembled; she needed, she absolutely had to—

Seeing Mira trembling, her eyes rolled back, and her face contorted as if she had just inhaled something, Zhuang Sen decisively used [Purify].

Although he used this skill as a last resort for a long time, its real effect is actually to "remove negative effects such as curses and charms." Mira's sudden illness looks like she's possessed, so she should probably take a purification potion.

The white light slowly dissipated, and Zhuang Sen felt the girl beneath him stop struggling like a stranded Magikarp, so he slowly released his grip. Dantalian and Nia, who had been on guard, relaxed slightly and came to Zhuang Sen's side: "Zhuang Sen, what happened?"

"I don't know, but I have a guess. She might have been stimulated by my blood."

Based on his previous experience with vampire stories on Earth, Zhuang Sen made a reasonable deduction: going crazy after not drinking blood for too long is an unavoidable part of being a vampire. But isn't Mira still not awakened yet?