[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary":3,"chapter-an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-428":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","An Improper Monster Girl's Transformation Diary",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2312357,4517,"Chapter 428: Suck Suck Suck (Request Subscription)","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-428",428,"\u003Cp>“Mmm~ hmmm~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t run! Don’t be shy! Let me take a look!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let me see how well you’ve developed!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dim space, Herbert casually held the serpent’s tail, stroking it and pressing his cheek against it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, before Herbert could savor the serpent’s tail’s smoothness any longer, he touched the hidden runes on its scales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert once again fell into the state of knowledge “pouring” into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to his previous suffering, his now-advanced Legendary status had greatly improved his capacity to endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could now withstand the violent baptism of this surging spiritual torrent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert held the serpent’s tail silently, feeling his mind gradually fill with knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, Herbert could have chosen at this moment to release his arms and forcibly break free from this state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the knowledge transmitted from the hidden runes was precisely the Legendary knowledge he most urgently needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After much hesitation, Herbert had no choice but to abandon this rare opportunity to fondle the serpent’s tail and fully immerse himself in the ocean of knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew this was no coincidence—the reason behind it was heartwarming: Aphrodia had used knowledge as leverage to pin him in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of stalemate, Herbert reluctantly surrendered, giving up the idea of polishing the serpent’s scales further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You win this time. I won’t mess around anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert became obedient, but on the other side, the atmosphere in the demiplane, though equally quiet, was the opposite extreme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two stared at each other, falling into an awkward silence, the air thick with unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rustnail Bishop: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aphrodia: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rustnail Bishop doubted himself, his face rigid as he repeatedly pondered inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he come again at the wrong time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he again in the wrong place?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And where was Herbert?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where was he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I clearly saw him walk in... This is strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rigid knight could not fathom it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though born into a noble family, he had become a knight at a young age, never receiving formal noble education nor mingling in noble circles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, though puzzled, he did not suspect anything between Herbert and Aphrodia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Romance? Secret meeting?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impossible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most importantly, Rustnail Bishop had never once considered their relationship in that direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even the slightest hint of special friendship crossed his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been raised under the watch of Ash Bishop, whom he had always respected—nay, feared—with humble deference for this elder who so loved mentoring juniors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Childhood shadows made him unable to hold his head high before Aphrodia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To stand tall before this lady?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What nonsense!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even that brainless Bai Chi wouldn’t dare!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond that, Rustnail Bishop also approved of Herbert’s character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially his Oath of Purity—proof that needed no words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert was pure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could such a pure child commit such a sacrilegious act?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially not with this revered elder!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Absolutely impossible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Rustnail Bishop’s unease now stemmed only from the belief that his arrival might have been untimely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aphrodia, meanwhile, was simply dumbfounded by her own foolishness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Was I insane?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She silently questioned herself: “How could I have done something like this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Aphrodia did not know why she had instinctively shoved Herbert under her skirt...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, she had many other options.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance, she could have had Herbert stand openly beside her, showing she had nothing to hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, there was no need to hide at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or, she could have refused Rustnail Bishop’s request to enter the demiplane—she owed him no explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could have made him wait until Herbert had left before letting him in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or, she could have had Herbert hide elsewhere in the demiplane—after all, this was her domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rustnail Bishop would not dare probe, and no one would notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Pianpian , Pianpianna !\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aphrodia’s mind had seized up, choosing the most bizarre option—she shoved Herbert under her skirt and hid him there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Hiss!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she came to her senses, even she could barely hold her composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you ask, it was just a brain freeze—an instinctive reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how had this instinct formed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t ask me!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two remained silent, staring at each other, until Aphrodia finally spoke: “Malcolm, you’ve come again—what do you need?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She made no mention of Herbert, taking full control of the conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did Aphrodia truly not know why Rustnail Bishop had come?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, she knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Rustnail Bishop entered the demiplane, he had mentioned Herbert’s name—but she pretended not to hear and said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone with sufficient emotional intelligence would understand her implication—don’t mention Herbert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, Rustnail Bishop’s emotional intelligence was lacking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, my lady, this is it—I came to find Herbert. Earlier, he said he wanted to report to you.” Rustnail Bishop explained earnestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This knight commander, raised since childhood in the Mist Monastery, had no sense of social cues whatsoever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that he was completely clueless—but when facing Aphrodia, Rustnail Bishop never even considered such subtleties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind, Aphrodia never lied or beat around the bush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he answered as he always had—with respectful directness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I forgot to tell him to come to the Knights’ Hall at noon tomorrow—any other time might cause complications.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know, that battle armor is alive—it chooses its master on its own. I must communicate with it first, or I fear unforeseen consequences...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rustnail Bishop was about to elaborate further when Aphrodia, head throbbing, waved her hand to cut him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Enough. I understand. No need to explain further.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stop talking. Don’t say another word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing how clueless he was, Aphrodia was speechless—but knowing his nature, she said nothing more, merely murmuring: “You’re a step too late.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before you arrived, he did come to report something to me—but just now, I’ve already sent him elsewhere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even an Epic-tier power would be unwise to lie before a Legendary knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They possessed an uncanny sensitivity to deception, easily detecting falsehoods in speech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Aphrodia did not lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert had indeed reported something to her, and he had indeed been sent to “another place.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words were flawless—even a Legendary knight could find no fault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, Rustnail Bishop paused, then slowly nodded, smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see. I understand now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for your understanding. I’ll take my leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It must be emphasized: low emotional intelligence does not mean no emotional intelligence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a Bai Chi can sense when the atmosphere is off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rustnail Bishop was blunt, not stupid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clearly sensed that the Ash Bishop was in poor spirits and did not welcome him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, upon receiving a sufficiently clear answer, he promptly chose to depart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, let’s withdraw for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Bishop of Rust Nail, lacking emotional intelligence to the end, added unceremoniously: “By the way, if you happen to meet Herbert later, be sure to tell him to come find me at the Knights’ Order!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ophidia glared at him, sighed helplessly, and muttered irritably: “So tedious!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, she didn’t refuse, saying calmly: “I’ll pass it on to him… if I happen to meet him later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, he probably already knows the answer without me telling him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bishop of Rust Nail didn’t think twice—he assumed Ophidia meant he’d encounter Herbert first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never imagined Herbert was standing right beside them, listening to their conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t possibly have imagined where he was at this very moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took Ophidia’s acceptance as fact, bowed deeply before her in respectful deference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he finished bowing and prepared to rise, his peripheral vision caught the hem of her skirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a strange sensation—that the hem… seemed somehow off?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t look natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what exactly was wrong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed the folds were unusual—perhaps inward…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you looking at?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A calm voice, laced with coldness, snapped the Bishop of Rust Nail back to reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately snapped to attention, stomped his foot, and bowed respectfully to the Ashen Bishop:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Report! I wasn’t doing anything!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t see anything!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bishop of Rust Nail arrived in a panic and left in a hurry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After his fruitless departure, the semi-plane sank back into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ophidia remained in her previous posture, standing still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lowered her eyes, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until a strange, soft sound came from within her skirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyelids flickered slightly—expressionless, yet slightly exasperated—she muttered irritably: “Hey.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after she spoke, the sound didn’t stop—it grew louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suck! Suck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he was already exposed, there was no point hiding anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like those stealth games pretending to simulate assassins—once revealed, you simply moved to the next stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exposure isn’t failure—if you eliminate everyone, I’m still perfectly stealthy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the unseen skirt, a ravenous feast of knowledge was unfolding in full swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert was using every ounce of himself to savor this rich knowledge—he reveled in it, longing to cram it all into his mouth… into his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I love learning so much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I love knowledge so much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Learning makes me happy! Knowledge makes me joyful!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Suck-suck-suck—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Herbert absorbed knowledge and inwardly cried “How glorious! How glorious!”… the owner of the knowledge was no longer amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ophidia didn’t act at first, but after enduring for a while, she coldly snorted: “You’ve gone too far!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three… two… one!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After issuing a warning and confirming Herbert intended to stubbornly resist, she finally acted to expel him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She adjusted the angle of her tail, then whipped it sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>History repeated itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert was launched from beneath her skirt like a cannonball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, he didn’t crash clumsily into the bookshelf—he adjusted his posture midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His twin wings unfurled, like an angel descending to earth, freezing him solid in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his eyes, smiled at Ophidia, and instinctively licked his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, thank you for the gift.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank you for the hospitality~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for exactly which part he was thanking…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s up to interpretation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert had no intention of voicing it, and Ophidia had no intention of pressing for details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not everything needs to be made perfectly clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some things remain Moqi  when unspoken—asking outright ruins the charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Ophidia merely rolled her eyes and murmured: “…Hmph. Don’t let it happen again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this stubborn boy who insisted on shouldering her burdens, accepting such a fate to become a Keeper of Secrets…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if she never said it aloud, Ophidia felt a quiet gratitude toward him, and treated him with unusual leniency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention she already held considerable fondness for Herbert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though originally merely the affection one feels for a junior, Herbert’s actions had slowly begun to warp it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hadn’t fully transformed yet—but it was already vastly different from what it had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’ll be more careful next time,” Herbert said with a grin, nodded, retracted his blood wings, and landed gently on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, I didn’t expect the Knight Commander to be so obedient around you—is he afraid of you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thorn Bishop had already shown fear toward the Ashen Bishop, acting stubborn yet cowardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Herbert hadn’t thought much of it then—he assumed it was an exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet after witnessing the Bishop of Rust Nail’s reaction, he realized… Ophidia might have a side he’d never seen before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was she that brutal?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Herbert’s blatant probing, Ophidia’s gaze flickered, and she gave a faint, dismissive smirk:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? You want to try it yourself?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Try it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing something dangerous, Herbert swiftly abandoned the thought and shook his head: “Hmm… not this time. But next time, definitely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the jest, Herbert shed his frivolous smile, bowed lightly to Ophidia, and asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Keeper, do I now have the qualification?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ophidia looked at Herbert with complex eyes, then nodded slowly and extended her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“May you guard the secrets.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…With me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1969,"2026-06-20T12:31:07.945Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4193920623fccf95cb386ee4d36671e8c2a9688ca88266cec2b44956ad19d2fd","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-429","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-427",453,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fan-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-cover.jpg"]