Monster Girl Development Master

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Before Celine could get any closer, Serafina had already seized the opportunity, cupping Zhuang Sen's head and pressing her forehead tightly against his. Her fiery red dragon horns were covered in fine lines, like solidified flames, and her burning red eyes met Zhuang Sen's gaze directly, a complex mix of emotions swirling within them—calmness, confusion, and a barely perceptible hint of panic. This red dragon princess, who had initiated the attack, now seemed like a suddenly jammed gear, her fingers slightly curled, unsure of what to do next. Zhuang Sen, who had already prepared to lie down, chuckled at the sight. He wrapped his arms around Serafina's slender waist, feeling the taut muscles of her waist with his fingertips, and tilted his head back to kiss her nervously pursed pink lips.

The sudden attack jolted Serafina, her already tense body stiffening even more. Her long eyelashes trembled like startled butterfly wings, each flutter carrying a subtle arc. She offered no resistance, only awkwardly and clumsily responding, her soft lips gently brushing against Zhuang Sen's, as if exploring unknown territory, their lips carrying a faint scent of roses. After several rounds of gentle caresses, Serafina's body gradually relaxed, her tightly pursed lips slowly parting. Zhuang Sen seized the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue deftly slipping into her mouth, entwining with her bewildered, delicate tongue, tenderly and wantonly intertwining. Their saliva mingled between their lips and teeth, creating ambiguous gurgling sounds in the spacious ceremonial room. Serafina's cheeks flushed, even her ears taking on a captivating hue.

The ritual took place within the area enveloped by the [Holy Slime's Lair], and the effects of [Bloodline Resonance] quietly took hold. Celine was the first to let out a seductive moan, her body pressing against Zhuang Sen's strong back. Her erect nipples rubbed against his skin through the thin fabric, sending shivers of pleasure through her. Her hands tightly encircled Zhuang Sen's waist, her nails digging slightly into his skin. This spurred Zhuang Sen to kiss Celine even more forcefully, his hand unconsciously gripping Celine's wrist.

After several rounds of passionate, lingering kisses, Serafina, experiencing her first kiss, was clearly overwhelmed by the intense onslaught. Reluctantly, she tilted her head back slightly, her lips slowly parting from Zhuang Sen's, accompanied by a soft gasp. A thin, silvery thread stretched between their lips, like a shimmering bridge, before silently breaking, each drop falling back to their own lips, leaving behind a glistening, moist sheen that shimmered with an ambiguous luster in the candlelight. Serafina's chest rose and fell slightly, her breathing becoming somewhat rapid.

“Sister Serafina, may I ask why you did this?” Zhuang Sen’s hands slowly moved, his fingertips tracing her smooth back, finally resting on Serafina’s pert, peach-shaped buttocks. Unlike Celine, the tall Serafina had a fuller figure, which was now reflected in her soft buttocks—Zhuang Sen’s hands almost completely sank into her delicate skin. The unique heat of the red dragon’s body radiated through his palms, making her plump buttocks feel like freshly baked, soft bread. As he kneaded them, he could feel the near-perfect elasticity and texture. With each press, he could feel the subtle tremors of the muscles beneath her skin, making him unable to put his hands down.

"Hmm~" Serafina suppressed a low moan in her throat, trying to maintain her usual calm tone, but her voice still trembled slightly at the end. "There are many factors: Celine's obvious guidance, your outstanding strength and influence, your repeated help to me, and even the future queen's efforts to win over the nobles under her command... But if I had to say, it's probably because I genuinely want to possess you. You are so precious, so unique, how could I let you go?"

As she spoke, her tone grew increasingly urgent, and the arrogance in her eyes became more pronounced, like a dragon gradually revealing its true nature, about to plunder the kingdom's most dazzling treasure. Her dragon tail swayed gently behind her unconsciously: "Besides, you're my brother. What's wrong with a sister and brother being a little affectionate? Heh, what are you going to do next? It shouldn't just be with your mouth, right?"

As if ignited by her own words, Serafina abruptly ripped off the fiery red fabric still stubbornly clinging to her body, the sound of tearing fabric particularly clear in the quiet ceremony. The next second, a pair of enormous breasts, no less impressive than Lydia's, sprang forth, their tender flesh still bearing faint red marks from the fabric's binding, pressing down on Zhuang Sen's already naked chest with astonishing pressure and a rich fragrance. Two pairs of similar yet uniquely alluring snow-white peaks simultaneously assaulted Zhuang Sen's sensitive skin with their rosy cherries, the red dragon's heat constantly fueling his desire. Zhuang Sen offered no resistance, once again kissing Serafina's lips, one hand climbing to the peak, kneading this soft, sacred creation, his fingertips tracing the cherry, feeling her subtle trembling. His already erect desire grew even harder, gently pressing between Serafina's tight thighs.

"Ah~" The hard and hot touch made Serafina instinctively gasp, her voice trembling slightly. Glistening honeyed fluid seeped from her plump, moist vulva, wetting her fiery red pubic hair, which was soft and smooth, as if inviting the intruder. Then, Serafina, as if by instinct, slightly raised her pert buttocks, adjusted her position, and then sat down abruptly, her movements resolute. Her firm, peach-like buttocks were already covered in fragrant sweat, beads of sweat sliding down her buttocks and leaving two steaming wet marks on Zhuang Sen's thighs. Zhuang Sen was powerless to resist this sudden attack; his desire was instantly swallowed by the hot, moist vulva. The tight flesh enveloped him as he penetrated deeper, every inch of his skin feeling the inner walls writhing, until he broke through the thin membrane symbolizing purity, thrusting into the very center of her flower garden in one go. The intense stimulation quickly dissipated the pain of deflowering, leaving only a surge of intense physical pleasure spreading throughout her body. Serafina's body arched slightly, and she let out a satisfied moan.

"Oh~ so big~ so comfortable~" Serafina moaned softly. Her powerful physique allowed her to quickly adapt to the unfamiliar sensation, and then she awkwardly began to lift and press her hips, the movements gradually increasing in speed. Her thick, plump buttocks, glistening with sweat, slapped against Zhuang Sen's thighs, creating a series of ambiguous, smacking sounds, like drumbeats accompanying this passionate encounter. Each impact caused her large breasts to sway. Zhuang Sen slowly adjusted the rhythm, his hands supporting her waist and guiding her movements, allowing Serafina to gradually adapt during practice, preparing her for the high-intensity exercise to come. He could feel the muscles in her waist tightening and relaxing with each movement.

Under the stimulating allure of sights and sounds, Mira rudely patted Missy's burning waist, her fingertips carrying a slightly cool touch, and handed her a few pieces of fabric: "Teacher, if you don't get it soon, there won't be any room for you later." The edge of her black footed stockings slipped down slightly, revealing a section of her fair ankle.

Missy's cheeks flushed crimson, as if they were about to bleed, even her neck turning a rosy hue. Her gaze unconsciously followed Zhuang Sen and Serafina as they engaged in intercourse. As the Speaker of the Thousand Towers Kingdom, she had naturally heard of Serafina, the eldest princess of the Fallen Star Kingdom, and had even seen this aloof, icy beauty from afar. But the scene before her was completely different from the rumors—Seraphina's infatuated way of riding Zhuang Sen, and her earlier, heartfelt, arrogant declaration, were gradually causing Missy's defenses to crumble. Her composure as a scholar and Speaker, her moral compass as a teacher, were crumbling little by little amidst the increasingly loud moans and the growing atmosphere of desire around her. Her fingers gripped the hem of her dress tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white.

She glanced around the room one last time at the others: Dantalian, now a half-human, half-snake, her silver scales gleaming in the candlelight, gently rubbing her cool tail against Zhuang Sen's skin, the scales providing a subtle tactile sensation; Lady Lia, Zhuang Sen's mother, now donned revealing, lace-trimmed clothing that accentuated her mature curves, forming a voluptuous and alluring duo with her sister Lilith, licking her full red lips as she watched Zhuang Sen with a peculiar interest, her eyes filled with a unique charm; not to mention her student Mira, now clad only in black stockings, her translucent white body appearing even more alluring against the black fabric, the skin between her legs faintly visible; and the pink-clad Habiange, already humming a seductive melody, her pink wings trembling slightly; and Hana, secreting copious amounts of viscous fluid, dewdrops dripping from the vines, wetting the ground…

Mira was right after all. Once Serafina's season is over, she probably won't have another chance to join!

"Never mind, I'll go for it!" Missy cheered herself on, abruptly tearing off the long robe that had been covering her entire body. As the robe slid down, it stirred a breeze, revealing a stunning figure never before seen by anyone—a pair of full, erect breasts, no less impressive than those of the fallen angel Lilith, their tender, white flesh curving naturally. Her voluptuous legs were pressed tightly together, her skin smooth as satin, and her lush purple pubic hair formed a rich delta, concealing her pink vulva. The red lace mesh fabric Mira offered was clearly the wrong size, digging deep between the fleshy breasts, creating an alluring cleavage, not even fully covering the nipples, which stood slightly erect from the friction of the fabric. The fabric between her legs even turned into thin ropes, wedging into the crevice of her vulva, adding a touch of seductive allure to the otherwise serene [Book Demon].

"Go for it, teacher! Just pounce on her! Darling can't handle this!" Mira cheered from the side, waving her little fists and a sly smile on her lips. Missy gritted her teeth, as if using all her strength, and pounced, grabbing Zhuang Sen's chest from the side, her movements slightly flustered. Her voluptuous breasts, like delicate silk pouches filled with milk, pressed directly against Zhuang Sen's mouth, the soft, fragrant flesh deformed under the pressure, and the cherry-like nipple wrapped in red lace fell perfectly into his mouth, carrying a faint milky scent. Zhuang Sen, of course, wouldn't let this gift from nature pass by. His tongue skillfully and nimbly entwined around it, sometimes lightly licking, sometimes sucking. Never having experienced anything like this before, and with a naturally conservative and repressed personality, Missy's body went limp the moment the cherry was licked, collapsing into Zhuang Sen's arms, her body trembling slightly. Her gaze fell precisely on the desire constantly entering and exiting Serafina's wet honey pot, the sight making her gasp.

"Mmm, ah, no—" Missy had never imagined she would lose control like this. Under the sudden triple stimulation of sight, touch, and psychology, she directly experienced her first orgasm. Her body trembled violently, and thick honey-like fluid sprayed all over Zhuang Sen's thighs and Serafina's plump buttocks. The liquid slid down her skin, leaving ambiguous watery marks. Under this unexpected interference and the "provocation" from a woman other than her sister, Serafina felt a tremor all over her body. Her honey hole suddenly clenched, holding her unreleased desire. The muscles of her inner walls writhed wildly, and she also ushered in her first orgasm. Her dragon horns flashed red, and her body was as tense as a bow. Under these two unexpected attacks in succession, Zhuang Sen finally could not withstand Serafina's tightness and the washing of honey-like fluid, and tremblingly ejaculated his hot essence.

Seraphia groaned loudly as the scalding essence surged into her body, her voice trembling with satisfaction. Her plump buttocks writhed against Zhuang Sen's thighs, grinding against him as if trying to extract every last drop of essence. But ultimately, after the initial ecstasy, she succumbed to exhaustion, collapsing limply beside Zhuang Sen. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly as she tightly embraced his left hand, her dragon wings drooping limply. Before the disheveled Zhuang Sen could even catch his breath, Missy, having recovered from the tension and shame, grasped his waning desire. Her fingertips trembled slightly and were cool to the touch. This scholar, the chairperson of the Knowledge Council, possessing a wealth of theoretical knowledge, gritted her teeth, as if making a momentous decision. She slowly opened her red lips and took it into her mouth, her tongue cautiously exploring. Under the warm, moist caress of his mouth, desire quickly regained its strength, becoming hard and burning hot again.

Serafina, watching Misty's actions with wide eyes, shifted from surprise to curiosity, her face breaking into a look of sudden understanding, as if she had learned a new skill. She lazily reached out and patted Misty's bell-shaped breasts that were hanging down on Zhuang Sen, the movement casual: "Chairman, let's cooperate, otherwise we can't compete with the sisters."

Dantalian and the others raised an eyebrow at the suggestion, their snake tails and vines swaying slightly, clearly intrigued. While her mouth was busy, Missy still managed to give a gesture of agreement, her fingers slightly bent, before she suddenly lowered her head, taking the object into her mouth to its limit, her throat bobbing slightly. Her lips, never having experienced anything like this before, were penetrated to their extreme depths; the tight stimulation quickly made her desire harden, and Missy choked, quickly spitting out the massive object, coughing a few times, then straddling Zhuang Sen to adjust her position, her legs trembling slightly.

"Hmm..." she groaned, her waist slowly sinking down, her movements carrying a hint of hesitation yet also a hint of determination.

Thin streaks of blood trickled down her cheeks, like blooming red plum blossoms, strikingly visible in the candlelight. Her enormous, bell-shaped breasts swayed with her movements, creating alluring waves, the lace fabric on her tender flesh rising and falling with them. Zhuang Sen could no longer restrain himself. He lunged forward, pinning Missy, who was trying to replicate Serafina's actions, to the ground. His movements were driven by intense possessiveness. He lifted her voluptuous legs onto his shoulders, the skin of her legs smooth and delicate, and began a storm of thrusts, each impact powerful and forceful. Missy's buttocks trembled with each impact, creating alluring waves, her flesh slightly reddening from the force. Her mind went blank in the throes of extreme pleasure, she could only let out loud moans of "Oh, oh, oh," her voice melodious and seductive, like the echoing of enchanting silver bells in the ritual space.

The candlelight in the ritual room flickered amidst the gasps and groans of the crowd, casting overlapping shadows onto the walls like a flowing feast, the shadows constantly shifting shape with each movement. The effects of [Bloodline Resonance] grew increasingly pronounced, the air thick with the scent of desire and the unique sweetness of the monster girls. Dantalian's snake tail, Hana's vines, and Lady Lia's spider silk all unknowingly entwined around him, gently touching Zhuang Sen's body, bringing various tactile sensations, continuously expanding the vortex of passion. Zhuang Sen, meanwhile, reveled in this gentle haven, experiencing the unique passion and beauty of each monster girl, his body and soul immersed in this ultimate pleasure.

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Chapter 302: The Monster Girl Population Explodes

Morning light filters through the layers of leaves of the Sacred Scale Fruit Tree, weaving dappled shadows on the ground. This ancient tree, imbued with sacred aura, has grown ever more lush, its verdant leaves edged with a faint golden light. Each leaf is adorned with glistening dewdrops, rustling softly in the breeze. Tiny specks of light seem to swirl within the dappled sunlight, and the air is filled with the sweet scent of herbs and trees intertwined with sacred energy.

Johnson sat beneath the sacred tree, his left arm firmly holding Missy, whom Mira had playfully pushed towards him. His fingertips gently caressed her large, peach-shaped buttocks, tightly encased in a purple robe. The skin beneath the fabric was delicate and soft, its amazing elasticity palpable even through the fabric. The smooth, slightly cool silk of the robe created a subtle contrast with the temperature of his palm. His right arm naturally embraced Serafina, who had been pushed closer by Celine, his fingertips delicately playing with the princess's slender yet firm waist—even in her crisp military uniform, the outline of her smooth abs was faintly visible, the crisp fabric of the uniform outlining the taut lines of her waist and abdomen.

Despite the unbridled passion of the previous night, Missy and Serafina were clearly still unaccustomed to being so intimately touched by Johnson in front of so many of their sisters. Missy tilted her head slightly, her eyes beneath the brim of her hat filled with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance as she glared fiercely at Mira, who was secretly laughing beside her. Serafina, on the other hand, pursed her lips, her sharp gaze sweeping over her younger sister, Celine, as if silently questioning her. But no matter how "fierce" their gazes were, their bodies honestly pressed against Johnson, and when his fingers inadvertently tightened, they would instinctively shrink closer to him, the warmth of their skin seeping through their clothes, carrying their unique scents. This contradictory behavior made the more experienced Mira and Celine exchange a knowing glance, their lips curving into knowing smiles, even their eyes crinkling with laughter.

To avoid a real "house-cleansing" scene later, Zhuang Sen coughed lightly, patted his two new wives' bottoms, and received a soft response from his palms. He said, "Alright, let's get down to business. Are you all ready?"

They gathered early in the morning under the Sacred Scale Fruit Tree, the core of the Sacred Slime Nest, not to admire the scenery. Their true purpose was to use spatial teleportation to send the monster girls to their respective territories or workplaces—they would act as overseers, mobilizing and supervising the armies of Prince Zhuangsen's vassals in preparation for the upcoming war with the White City Federation. The grand wedding procession had already laid the groundwork for this; and the monster girl nests that had been secretly established were now ready to be activated.

Among them, Nia, Hana, Angela, Grona, and eleven other tall and short people will be stationed in the logistics department, responsible for material allocation and equipment maintenance; while the silly little ones like Lyme and Piper will be entrusted to Dantalian's care to ensure their safety. This battle against the White City Federation will be no easy task—White City has two major threats on the surface: the [Leviathan] bloodline and the mass production nest of [Relic? Pure Purification]. The King of Darkness has also revealed that another ancient monster organization, the [Sea King's Court], is lurking there. For this reason, the King of Darkness has even called in Dragon Bone Duke to help—although mainly because Zhuang Sen made them think that the [Sea King's Court] had made the first move—in addition, Zhuang Sen has completed [Limited Evolution]. With this combat power configuration, it should be more than enough to deal with the White City Federation and the Sea King's Court.

Dantalian was pulling along a few curious little ones, her voice gentle yet filled with anticipation and excitement: "Darling, don't worry, we won't let you down." She wasn't involved in the front lines of the battle—she needed to stay in the central command to take care of her sisters, and also to lull the enemy into a false sense of security, making them believe that only Zhuang Sen, a level-five bloodline user, was making a move. Missy would also remain inactive for the time being, waiting for the best opportunity.

The surrounding monster girls were also eager to get started, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Although they were usually pampered and comfortable by Zhuang Sen, they longed to share his burdens, and now they finally had the chance. Moreover, with the nest's [spatial teleportation] ability, even if they went to work in another city, they could immediately return after get off work to "exploit" Zhuang Sen, completely resolving their biggest aversion to working away from home. At this moment, they were all full of energy, already impatient to show off their skills.

However, before setting off, Zhuang Sen had one more important thing to do.

He reached out and gently touched the trunk of the Sacred Scale Fruit Tree. The bark was warm, pulsating with divine energy. With his movement, twelve Sacred Slimes, accumulated over six months, were summoned. A sticky, refreshing gel dripped slowly from the tree hollow, carrying a faint golden light, landing on the ground with a soft "plop." The slime immediately squeezed to the front, its soft, gelatinous body wrapped in twelve tiny boomerangs. It still clutched the one Zhuang Sen had initially given it, wriggling happily and muttering, "Boomerang~ Boomerang~"

Twelve new sacred slimes slowly took shape in the halo. They were pure white, their gelatinous bodies gleaming with a pearly luster. They stretched out their bodies, merging into the slime's body and then separating again. Each slime received its own boomerang, and together with the slime, they formed a circle, happily twisting and turning, chanting in unison, "Boomerang~ Boomerang~"

The scene, though described, does sound like a bunch of kids fooling around, but seeing it in person reveals its allure—the Holy Slime Girls were "born" completely naked, and perhaps due to their physical characteristics, each possesses enormous breasts that can rival those of Angela, Mira, and Celine. As they wriggle joyfully, their pure white, sacred gelatinous flesh sways, their nipples slightly deforming with the movements, tracing alluring white arcs in the air. The sheen of their gelatinous surface flows with their movements, captivating the eye.

After a simple boomerang dance, the slimes immediately swarmed around Zhuang Sen like cannonballs. One slime expertly slipped into Zhuang Sen's crotch, her soft, gelatinous body nimbly enveloping him. Following her "demonstration," the other slimes quickly learned the trick and launched their own "attacks." But soon they all slumped down, limp and powerless—Zhuang Sen maintained [Bloodline Resonance], and the slimes, being naturally blessed, could simultaneously enjoy this resonance, meaning each slime experienced thirteen times the pleasure. How could these tender young girls withstand it? Even Dantalian, also a Holy Seer, couldn't help but let out an alluring moan, leaning forward slightly, involuntarily reaching out to gently stroke Zhuang Sen's arm, her eyes becoming watery.

Looking at the slimes, who had melted into a large, mushy lump of gelatinous flesh, like a sweet cream cake, Zhuang Sen shook his head helplessly. He gently poked the lump of flesh with his fingertip, causing them to let out a soft tremor: "Get up quickly, we still have to go to the next place, otherwise I'll leave you here to guard the house."

Lime immediately struggled to his feet from the slime pile, simultaneously lifting his "unruly sisters" up with his body. Still savoring the afterglow of being filled by the giant object, the slimes chattered noisily. Although they resembled Lime in appearance—all with white, slime-like bodies and bright, expressive eyes—their personalities were distinct: some were lively and active, some shy and reserved, and some curiously surveyed their surroundings, just like the sisters Grona and her sister, each with their own unique characteristics. This was good. Johnson recruited them now for several reasons: firstly, he was now capable of caring for these little cuties; secondly, to increase his reliable manpower, improve territory control and operational efficiency; and most importantly, to let them experience the world, get to know each other, and then decide their respective evolutionary paths!

Yesterday, Serafina's awakening revealed a small problem to Zhuang Sen: each bloodline only grants a reward the first time it's unlocked, so Serafina's awakening didn't bring him any new bloodline bonuses. Therefore, he needs more monster girls to evolve into different bloodline branches to obtain more rewards. The slime girl is just the beginning.

Zhuang Sen stuffed the now-recovered and whining slime into his crotch, enjoying the soft embrace beneath him. He then picked up the remaining slime girls, still savoring the afterglow, and led the group through [Spatial Teleportation] to the [Lamia's Lair] in the Aranta Temple. A flash of light, and a dozen more Lamia appeared before him—they had long, flowing hair and snake tails covered in fine scales. The moment they appeared, they flicked their tongues and lunged at Zhuang Sen, only to be gently swept away by Dantalian's tail. They could only watch helplessly as Rani "pulled" the slime off Zhuang Sen, replacing it with her lingering snake kisses, her tail affectionately coiling around his waist.

Next came the territory of the tall and dwarf people. The eight newly added Groo sisters stayed with Nia in the newly built giant [Nia Rune Workshop]... They teleported all the way back to the City of Knowledge in the Thousand Towers Kingdom. When they finally returned, Johnson picked up the dog girl with fluffy blonde hair and soft ears. With her enthusiastic panting and wagging tail, he ended today's "expansion" work.

The number of monster girl troupes has soared to a full seventy-five!

Zhuang Sen leaned back on the soft cushion, feeling the warmth surrounding him, and let out a long sigh of relief—he had to, he really had to rest.

Chapter 303: Target! White City!

A magnificent palace, painted in pure, exquisite blue and white against the vast expanse of the azure sea, rises like jade trees from its pristine white pillars. The azure dome, adorned with countless mother-of-pearls, shimmers with a dazzling, ethereal light under the sun, creating the illusion of a celestial paradise suspended above the water. The palace gazes towards a distant trading city with its pure white walls, connected by a bridge of pure gold. The bridge's railings are carved with intricate wave patterns, reflecting a dazzling light under the sun, each ray radiating an alluring aura of wealth.

This is White City, the most renowned center of trade and wealth on the continent. The blue and white palace connected to the main city by a golden bridge is the true heart of White City's wealth and commercial hub. This is the residence of Esther, the Lord of the Seven Seas Trade, and a sacred place that all White City Federation citizens and even those across the continent who yearn for sudden wealth dream of.

Yet, at this moment, the palace, which should have been filled with lavish feasts, was shrouded in a heavy, oppressive atmosphere, as still as the sea before a storm. The servants, who were usually proud and reserved for serving in the palace, were now silent and breathless, their footsteps as light as cat paws, fine beads of sweat beading on their bowed heads, afraid of incurring the wrath of the anxious-looking dignitaries gathered in the council hall. These usually powerful figures, too, now wore solemn expressions, even their breathing becoming lighter, none willing to offend the recently ill-tempered Lord of the Seven Seas Trade.

The root cause of all this is the recent unusual activity of the Fallen Star Kingdom.

Although both Zhuang Sen and King Baruo were secretly mobilizing troops, such a large-scale deployment could not be completely concealed; at most, it could only hide the actual purpose, troop order, and true combat strength. As the nation with the most intense recent friction with the Falling Star Kingdom, the White City Federation naturally sensed the impending war. The fact that Zhuang Sen, a Level 5 bloodline individual openly considered an "enemy" by White City, was also mobilizing troops made the people of White City extremely uneasy. For this nation, whose lifeblood was commerce and which relied on mercenary groups for protection, war was like a knife to the heart—trade routes would be disrupted, caravans' safety would be insecure, and huge sums of money would have to be invested in defending against enemies; every expenditure felt like a knife to their heart.

Therefore, even at this meeting, someone couldn't help but ask the obese figure at the head of the table—Esther Grandet Judas—"My Lord, is there really no room for maneuver with the Fallen Star Kingdom?" The speaker's fingers nervously twisted his silk sleeves, and his voice trembled almost imperceptibly.

“I also wish to leave room for negotiation, but…” Esther, the “Lord of the Seven Seas Trade,” standing two and a half meters tall with a waist also two and a half meters wide, spoke with a powerful voice that echoed through the hall like muffled thunder. She waved her right hand, which was as thick as a white radish, and the diamond bracelet on her wrist jingled with the movement. The male servant standing beside her immediately bowed and presented a tray. On the tray was a layer of scarlet velvet, upon which lay an opened secret letter, which was then passed around to the other six important figures present. Esther’s thick lips pursed slightly, and she continued, “According to Prince Greya’s secret letter, King Baroo of the Titans has made up his mind to devour us, this piece of fat meat.”

The important figures handled the letters with extreme care. The aura of the "Earth Titan" imprinted on the envelopes, along with Prince Gloia's personal seal, silently testified to their authenticity. Gloia's reasoning was perfectly reasonable—everyone knew that after Prince Johnson's marriage to Serene Anser, Princess Serafina had firmly secured her position as the next Queen of the Fallen Stars. Prince Gloia, who didn't want to die mysteriously one day from drowning, falling from his horse, shock, or sudden illness, would inevitably need to find another way out. Selling information in exchange for the White City's protection was therefore a logical next step.

This also explains why the Titan King had unusually and sternly refused their request to punish Zhuang Sen, even promoting him to the rank of prince—of course, everyone knew this was mainly due to Zhuang Sen's strength as a level five bloodline user. But precisely because Zhuang Sen was a level five bloodline user, they were even more convinced that Baroo would seize the opportunity to launch a war. After all, if they didn't act now while they had two level five bloodline users at their peak, were they going to wait until one of them weakened?

After abandoning unrealistic fantasies of peace, someone raised a crucial question: "So, from where will the fallen aliens launch their attack? By sea or by land?"

"It should be by land. How could the Fallen Star People's navy possibly stand up to us? Besides, Prince Greya's secret letter clearly stated that the main force is the army personally led by King Baroo, which will launch an attack from the land border, with the primary objective being to take Gomulus." A merchant guild leader with a thick beard said confidently, his fingers tapping heavily on the table.

“But according to intelligence, Zhuang Sen’s territory is recruiting soldiers on a large scale. What if he is the main force…” Another elderly man wearing gold-rimmed glasses pushed up his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses flashing with doubt.

"How much support can a newly appointed prince, even if he is a level five bloodline holder, possibly get from his vassals? Besides, only Leon Territory has a waterway to the sea. How many decent warships does Leon Territory have?" the bearded chieftain retorted, his tone laced with disdain.

"But he's a level five bloodline user! Even if he came alone, he's still a threat..."

The powerful figures each held their own opinions, each arguing vehemently, yet none could convince the others. The essence of this debate was a discussion of where to prioritize defense—ultimately a matter of self-interest. Those whose territories bordered Zhuang Sen's and who feared a rear attack naturally wanted to emphasize Zhuang Sen's threat; conversely, those facing Baruo's forces directly wanted to highlight Baruo's danger. Ultimately, Baruo, who had recently demonstrated formidable strength, was more feared than Zhuang Sen, who had "little combat record."

In particular, Esther's bloodline [Leviathan] is more suited to coastal areas like White City, rather than land environments like the Gomulus Line. Esther has no desire to fight the Earth Titans in the mountains; that would be a pure case of using one's weakness against another's strength!

Esther tapped the expensive, high-grade magic iron tabletop heavily with her fingers, thicker than white radishes, producing a dull thud that instantly quelled the argument. "It's settled then. Strengthening the Gomulus defenses will be the priority. The Icewind Legion, the Golden Legion, the Seven Sons Legion, and the Silent Legion will all be deployed to their posts. At the same time, the Wolf King Legion, the Elephant Legion, and the Earth Dragon Legion will be granted official membership, allowing them to recruit more during the war. All new recruits to mercenary groups will be paid the standard salary for official members, while existing members will receive triple pay."

The moment the order was given, three representatives from chambers of commerce closely associated with these three groups beamed with joy; while the representatives from the other three chambers of commerce looked dissatisfied, their lips pressed into a straight line.

Esther, seemingly oblivious to the differences in the expressions on everyone's faces, continued, "However, the threat posed by Johnson cannot be completely ignored. How about this: if you are willing to take on the responsibility of the eastern defense line, I can allocate thirteen newly made [Snow Bear Hearts] to you. What do you say?"

The three merchant representatives responsible for the eastern defense exchanged glances, all understanding that Esther's compassion was not genuine. The power of the Snow Bear's Heart was indeed formidable, but the price was equally high—not because summoning the snow bear required a blood sacrifice—for to them, the lives of commoners were insignificant; but because the prolonged presence of the Snow Bear's Heart would erode the surrounding land, turning it and buildings into barren frozen wasteland—this was the true loss. However, the Snow Bear's Heart's combat power was undeniably formidable!

Finally, Hubble, a relatively young leader of the merchant guild, spoke up: "We can accept this condition, but considering the precedent of Zhuang Sen cracking the [Heart of the Snow Bear], we believe that an ordinary [Heart of the Snow Bear] is not enough. We need the [Heart of the Snow Bear Queen], or I hope you can open the Seven Seas Cliffs to completely eliminate the threat at sea."

As soon as Hubble finished speaking, Esther's small eyes narrowed instantly, but given her plump face, it didn't make much difference whether she narrowed them or not. The [Heart of the Snow Bear Queen] is a higher-level creation than the [Heart of the Snow Bear]. It can not only summon snow bears with second or even third awakening strength, but the [Snow Bear Queen], as the central entity, can even reach the combat power of a fifth awakening—but how did Hubble know this thing was only recently developed?

Despite her doubts, Esther could not possibly agree to this request. But seeing the resolute expressions of Hubble and his two supporters, she knew she wouldn't be easily persuaded—the combined power of these three was indeed not to be underestimated in White City. Esther tapped her thick fingers lightly on the table, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said, "Fine, I will order the Seven Seas Cliffs to protect the sea area under your jurisdiction, but only if Johnson truly intends to launch an attack from there."

Hubble remained silent for a moment, looking at Esther's unyielding expression, before finally nodding slowly. The atmosphere in the council chamber remained heavy; everyone knew that the war over the wealth of White City was imminent.

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Chapter 304: The Attack (3074 words)

The coastline of the Thousand Towers Kingdom was gently shrouded in morning mist. As the first rays of sunlight pierced the clouds, a magnificent panorama unfolded on the sea. Ships of all sizes floated on the azure surface like schools of fish carefully arranged by the ocean currents—there were ornate merchant ships adorned with colorful ribbons, fast cruise ships with narrow hulls, cargo ships with decks piled high with wooden crates, and even a few seemingly simple fishing boats, each shimmering in the morning light.

Countless soldiers were rapidly boarding the ship along the planks draped over its sides. They spoke in accents from all over the Thousand Towers Kingdom, wore armor of leather or cloth, and the weapons at their waists clashed crisply. Some aquatic warriors with scales on their skin were manipulating the currents to help with the loading, while mountain soldiers with small horns on their foreheads carried heavy crossbow boxes. Officers stood at the bow, issuing orders loudly and clearly with decisive gestures. The entire boarding process was swift yet orderly. The sounds of footsteps and shouts on the deck mingled with the crashing waves against the hull, setting the stage for the battle.

As the initiator and leader of this war, Zhuang Sen was naturally in this fleet, and he occupied the largest warship of the Thousand Towers Kingdom, which Missy had specially allocated. This warship, named "The Wanderer," was thirty feet long, and its special magic wood hull was reinforced with magic to a dark and shiny appearance. Thirty-six catapults were neatly arranged on the deck—in this world where cannons had not yet been invented, these were the most intimidating long-range attack weapons besides those with bloodlines. The wooden supports of the catapults were wrapped with non-slip leather, and the stone projectiles were polished smooth and round, quietly waiting for the moment to be deployed into the battlefield.

Missy herself boarded the warship alongside Zhuang Sen. Officially, the ship was ostensibly carrying Missy, the Speaker of the Thousand Towers Kingdom, on a diplomatic mission to the White City Federation, just like other vessels disguised as merchant caravans, cruise ships, or groups of travelers. After all, it was perfectly normal for crew members to carry weapons and armor for self-defense at sea, and equipping the deck with catapults and ballistae was standard practice against pirates; no one could find any flaws in their deception.

"I wonder how close we'll get." Missy stood side-by-side with Johnson on the bow deck. The sea breeze ruffled her hair, lifting a corner of her large purple witch's hat to reveal her exquisitely beautiful face. After days of moisturizing, her skin was even more supple and radiant, her eyes and brows exuding an intellectual charm. Sunlight fell on her fair cheeks, giving them a healthy blush. She gazed at the boundless blue sea ahead, the waves churning white foam beneath the ship's hull, the distant horizon where sea and sky met appearing as if gently sketched by a paintbrush.

“Maybe we can sail all the way to White City Port.” Zhuang Sen’s tone was very optimistic. He reached out to help Missy adjust her hat, which had been blown askew by the wind, and his fingertips inadvertently touched her delicate earlobe. “Don’t forget that the people of White City are currently focused on the Gomulus defense line. King Baruo has already smashed through their supposedly indestructible iron wall. I’m afraid it won’t be long before that big fat woman has to consider personally going to reinforce the defense line.”

Although he mobilized almost his entire army this time, combining the entire Prince's territory's troops with the remaining forces of the True Blood Duke to gather a force of 50,000, such a large-scale mobilization would normally be impossible to conceal. But who could have guessed that he chose to sail from the Thousand Towers Kingdom? The people of White City never imagined he would receive such full support from the Thousand Towers Kingdom. Even more ingeniously, these 50,000 men were dispersed into dozens of small teams, departing in batches under different pretexts from different routes. Even if the people of White City sensed something amiss, they would never suspect that these seemingly scattered groups were actually a fully equipped army ready to set sail.

“You’re too optimistic.” Missy shook her head gently, her tone rational and calm. “That stingy old hag will definitely not go to support Gomulus. Her water-based bloodline will significantly reduce her combat power in places without sufficient water, making her no match for King Baruo. Besides, Gomulus is not her main territory, and the merchant guild there has always been at odds with her. She wouldn’t risk her own life for someone else’s benefit.”

As the de facto leader of the Kingdom of a Thousand Towers, Misty had dealt with Esther many times and knew far more about the "Lord of the Seven Seas Trade" than Johnson, who had only seen intelligence reports. In her view, Esther never cared about the interests of the nation or the collective; the only things that mattered to her were her own wealth and power.

"Isn't that perfect?" Zhuang Sen looked at an inconspicuous white dot in the azure sky, a smile playing on his lips. "With you and me, plus our reinforcements, surely we can take down a fat woman?"

Before the words were even finished, the white dot in the sky suddenly grew larger, swooping down with a whooshing sound. A muffled thud followed as a massive figure landed heavily on the deck, causing the ship to sink slightly, seawater even reaching the edge of the deck. However, this imbalance was fleeting—the warship quickly regained its balance, only to find a burly man with dark green hair on the deck. He was nearly three meters tall, his muscles bulging like gnarled tree roots, his arms thicker than an average person's thigh, his green hair casually draped over his shoulders. He grinned at Zhuang Sen, revealing two rows of neat white teeth: "Your Highness… don't relax too much, this is at sea."

This burly man was none other than Dragonbone Lord. To avoid attracting the attention of those chosen by the gods who hunt ancient monsters, his current identity was that of a Green Dragon bloodline from the High Mountain Kingdom, a powerful figure hired by Zhuang Sen. Of course, the monster girls were aware of his true identity and deliberately avoided revealing their monster girl forms in front of him. Furthermore, to better portray the identity of "Thousand-Faced Lord," Zhuang Sen had Zero currently envelop him, providing additional disguise.

The versatile mecha girl Zero can simulate almost any shape, and her inner structure has its own space expansion ability. Even though Zhuang Sen is 1.85 meters tall, it doesn't prevent Zero from adjusting her outer form to look like a 1.2-meter-tall dwarf. In addition, with the near-limitless energy support provided by the [Relic? Eternal Inheritance], her transformation ability is even more flexible and diverse than that of the real Thousand-Transformer.

The only minor drawback is that Zero is not the real Johnson and cannot freely switch between his true bloodline. All his abilities are merely simulations, and there are compatibility and adaptation issues, resulting in a slightly weaker actual effect compared to the original. For example, Zero's mermaid form during the battle with the True Blood Lord was actually a weakened version of all his water-based abilities—but this perfectly aligns with the shapeshifter's racial setting of "similar in form but not in spirit," making the disguise even more convincing.

So, not only in public, but even in private "monster gatherings," Lord Dragonbone never doubted Zhuang Sen's identity, completely believing that the death of Lord True Blood had nothing to do with Zhuang Sen, and was now focused on dealing with the Sea Emperor's Court.

Zhuang Sen smiled back at Long Gu Gong, his tone relaxed yet confident: "Don't worry, we still have you, the 'Green Dragon Warrior,' here to oversee things. Besides, our primary target remains White City."

Dragonbone Duke nodded in a deep voice, clearly understanding Zhuang Sen's meaning. With a legitimate, albeit nominal, identity, they didn't necessarily need to personally deal with the Sea Emperor's Court—forcing those ancient demons to reveal their true forms would naturally attract divine favor to hunt them down. Their true target was the divine artifact within the White City Federation. Once they obtained that treasure, it wouldn't matter if the Sea Emperor's Court never showed itself, because then the balance of power and potential between the two sides would be rebalanced.

Zhuang Sen chatted with Dragon Bone for a few more minutes, the conversation intentionally or unintentionally veering towards King Wuguang's so-called plan. Unfortunately, whether Dragon Bone was genuinely unaware or his disguise was too convincing, Zhuang Sen couldn't glean any useful clues beyond confirming that King Wuguang had remained in the Holy Kingdom for decades. Left with no other option, he ended the conversation and sent Dragon Bone back to the sky to monitor the sea.

Dragonbone leaped up in response, its green figure arcing through the air before quickly turning into a white dot and disappearing into the clouds, leaving only a slight tremor on the deck.

After the Dragon Bone Lord left, Missy approached Zhuang Sen again, about to say something, but noticed Zhuang Sen's strange expression. Her face immediately showed a look of envy and teasing, and she deliberately dragged out her words: "Oh dear, it's starting again?"

As an ancient monster girl who had been deprived of sex for many years, how could Zero possibly remain still when intimately embracing her partner? The fact that she managed to refrain from disrupting their business earlier was a testament to her calm and orderly nature, forcibly suppressing her instincts. Now that she had some free time, she naturally wanted to immediately "squeeze" Zhuang Sen. Suddenly, the silver liquid covering Zhuang Sen's body came to life, transforming into countless tiny mouths. Some gently kissed his neck, some sucked on his chest, and others slid down his arms. After enjoying the ultimate pleasure of deep-throating, several of the small mouths nimbly transformed into wet vulvas, tightly gripping his ever-erect desire and rapidly pulsating. Meanwhile, the remaining mouths continued their assault on his body, even adding a few round breasts and soft buttocks that caressed and teased his waist, plunging Zhuang Sen into a painful yet blissful tingling sensation.

Missy shook her head helplessly, turning her gaze to the horizon, trying to pretend she hadn't seen the erotic scene. But her legs seemed to have a mind of their own, inching their way towards Zhuang Sen until their shoulders gently touched. The next second, the silver liquid enveloping Zhuang Sen opened its maw and swallowed him whole. Several strands of silver, like living things, wrapped around Missy's waist, deftly removing her luxurious but somewhat somber robe, replacing it with a seductive purple lace bra and knee-high stockings, perfectly outlining her voluptuous curves. Before Missy could react, the silver liquid gently pushed her body, making her softly lean against Zhuang Sen.

Now, two more people have joined this sweet "exploitation".

Chapter 305: A Surprise Attack on Baicheng

The sea, bathed in the morning light, resembled crumpled gold leaf, its shimmering surface gently rippling with the waves. Zhuang Sen stood on the bow deck of the "Walker," gazing at the magnificent scene of the fleet's rendezvous—dozens of ships, like a school of fish drawn by invisible threads, stood in neat formation on the sea leading to White City Port. Whether it was the elegant cruise ships bearing "Private Travel" signs, the cargo ships adorned with the Chamber of Commerce's emblem, or the flagship he and Missy were aboard, all exuded an aura of conquering the waves. Their sails billowed like wings in the sunlight, carving white trails across the sea.

The customs offices on the small islands controlled by White City along the route were practically non-existent, skipping even the boarding inspection process. The fleet had now crossed the last customs line, and in the distance, the white city wall stretching for miles was clearly visible on the coastline, its bricks gleaming with a cold silver light in the sunlight. Even more dazzling was the Bridge of Wealth spanning the bay; its pure gold body shimmered with an extravagant glow under the skylight, connecting White City with its blue and white palace, appearing from afar like a golden belt inlaid in the azure waves.

In just a few more hours, they could reach White City, perhaps even infiltrate the port, ignore the imposing white walls, and seize this city of trade and wealth—the capital of the White City Federation—from within! Even though the White City Federation differs from other kingdoms, with looser connections between its territories and less sensitivity to the "fall of the capital," and might even celebrate its demise, White City's strategic location makes it a crucial route for over 80% of the Federation's trade. If it were lost, the transportation costs for White City Federation merchants would multiply, turning a potential three-fold profit into a single 100%, or even a loss!

Missy nodded slightly, her fingertips lightly tapping the cover of the [Shared Book Catalog], the pale blue light rippling with her movement: "But the more important the place, the more it should be guarded. Such smooth sailing is unsettling."

A thoughtful smile curved Zhuang Sen's lips as he glanced at the distant Golden Bridge. "But the temptation is too great; it's worth the gamble—especially since we don't have to pay the stakes." He looked at Lydia in his arms. The female knight, unable to contain herself any longer, looked up at Zhuang Sen excitedly. Their eyes met, and Zhuang Sen chuckled, "Lydia, order 'Green Dragon' to lead his men to scout ahead and enter the port!"

The remnants of the True Blood Clan, led by Dragonbone Duke, were perfect cannon fodder for testing the waters. Successfully capturing the port would be ideal, but failure wouldn't be a loss. Dragonbone Duke had no complaints; ancient monsters had little compassion for their human subordinates, and these people weren't even his own. So what if they died?

And so, several speedboats accelerated like arrows released from a bow, their hulls cleaving through the waves as they rushed straight toward the harbor. Their dark green sails billowed in the wind, making them look from afar like a flock of sea predators.

After a while, Long Gugong's rough voice came through the communicator, filled with undisguised contempt: "We've entered the port. The port security is lax, the elite forces are insufficient, and some people are even demanding bribes to arrange berths and exempting us from inspection."

Johnson, Missy, Zero, and Lydia suddenly realized why entering the port was so easy. The White City Federation's army was almost entirely composed of mercenary groups, and wartime wages and peacetime wages for mercenaries were vastly different, as was their level of elite status. Not to mention, the most elite groups, the Icewind and Seven Sons, had already been deployed to the Gomulus defense line to deal with King Baruo. Now, White City was left with only a group of low-level mercenaries who lacked both the tenacity to defend the city and solid combat skills. As for accepting bribes, that wasn't surprising at all; this was a merchant nation, it would be strange if such things didn't happen!

There's a joke in this world: Question: What kind of merchant doesn't smuggle? Answer: A dead merchant.

Anjie openly smuggled goods... cough cough.

In short, thank you for the gifts of capitalism.

Zhuang Sen looked at Lydia, who was already excited, and knew that his female knight and marshal were impatient. So he immediately ordered: "Send word to the whole army to speed up. We will rest in White City today!"

The order was swiftly relayed by Missy via the [Shared Book]. Since Lady Lia wasn't present, Missy temporarily assumed the role of holder and researcher of the [Shared Book]. Although she wasn't a [Book Angel], her [Book Demon] status and extensive research experience meant that if anyone on Zhuang Sen's side could develop and create the [Shared Book], it would undoubtedly be her. Therefore, all of Zhuang Sen's miscellaneous gadgets were now entrusted to her.

……

White City Port, perhaps the world's largest port, boasts a sprawling network of docks, with countless ships densely packed into their berths, their masts standing like a forest. A few fast ships from the Thousand Towers Kingdom blend in unnoticed, even though their drafts are absurdly deep, suggesting they're carrying a cargo of magic iron ore; even though their crews don't look like proper sailors at all—they're not only fierce and ruthless but also highly trained and orderly; even though they call themselves a merchant caravan but don't recognize the flags of some small and medium-sized merchant guilds—but the gold they're carrying is genuine!

So they got the best berths, right next to the port authority; they were spared the tedious and complicated inspections, since the inspectors were busy checking the gold coins in their own hands.

Dragonbone Duke stood on the deck, looking down at the relaxed humans on the harbor shore. Some were dozing against cargo containers, others were playing dice in corners. He felt utterly disdainful and contemptuous, but he only watched for a short while before his attention quickly shifted to the interior of the harbor. He could sense that there were "compatriots" in this area. Considering the current scarcity of ancient monsters, these were likely members of the Sea Emperor's Court. They must be eyeing the White City Federation's artifact. But since you crossed the line first, don't blame us for coming too.

Dragon Bone Lord searched for clues about the monsters above, simultaneously drawing the attention of onlookers. His disguise and the imposing presence of a [Bone Dragon] made this easy, so no one noticed the dwindling number of "sailors" on his ship, let alone the faint metallic clanging sounds from the cabins. Until, Zhuang Sen's large ship slowly entered the berth next to Dragon Bone Lord, the already impatient soldiers immediately rushed out of the cabins and headed towards the port authority, which controlled the opening and closing of the harbor gates!

The sudden attack left the people of White City bewildered. Just a moment ago, everything was normal, peaceful and serene. They were just a few smugglers, at most pirates. How could a group of fully armed, bloodthirsty soldiers suddenly rush out from inside? Was they dreaming? They must be dreaming—poof!

Blood splattered.

Dragonbone Duke's massive axe fell with a whistling sound, cleaving a frozen mercenary in two at the waist. Blood splattered like a fountain onto the bluestone slabs, staining half the dock red. He threw his head back and roared deafeningly, "Death to those who block the way!!!"