Chapter 432: The Female General

"What else? You and I have this kind of relationship—you make me stronger, I let you do that. Win-win, right?"

Make me stronger, and I win once.

When we do that, you give and I enjoy, and I win again.

Win-win.

A naga can always greet everything with the mentality of a victor.

Eve pressed down on Rod, raised her eyes upward, her fair, creamy face already flushed crimson.

Rod lowered his head, kissing her while stopping her from undoing the skirt armor tied at her waist.

"?"

"No need to take it off, just like this."

"The armor is in the way."

"It's fine, you look better this way, like a female general."

". Pervert."

Eve pressed her plump lips together.

She didn't keep undoing it, taking it as agreeing to his request.

But then again, she is a naga.

Haggling and pushing one's luck are innate instincts.

She pointed at Tally, who was standing to the side with arms akimbo watching, and said coldly:

"Then send her away. I don't like others watching."

"What!"

Tally flew into a rage and stomped the ground hard.

"If it weren't for my help, you'd have had your head smashed by that demon long ago!"

"Heh."

Eve cast a contemptuous glance at the disgraced succubus—too bad, the one being held in his arms right now is me.

She slapped the man's chest and said imperiously: "Hey, make her scram, or I won't. with you."

But halfway through her words, she couldn't continue.

She saw the eerie smile on the man's face and actually felt a trace of fear.

"Eve, looks like it's been too long since we've met, you've gotten a bit confused about who's really in charge here."

"Wh-what... I didn't—"

"Tally, tie her up."

Tally was stunned for a moment, then immediately beamed a smile of sweet revenge: "You got it!"

Black shadows writhed like snakes, shooting out from the ground and rock walls, transforming into pitch-black ribbons that bound Eve's four arms.

"Hey! I didn't—"

Only now did the naga girl panic, hurriedly denying it, but it was already too late.

The shadow ribbons each contracted and pulled back, lifting her entire body to hang in midair.

Rod patted Eve's face and laughed: "Still looks like a female general, just a defeated and captured one."

Eve gritted her teeth, glaring defiantly: "Is this how you treat me? I even gave you my most precious thing!"

This situation reminded her of the scene back in the open-air labyrinth when this guy had tormented her.

The intense sense of humiliation even let her resist the effects of 【Charm Fluid】.

Her eyes reddened slightly.

"Didn't we agree? We're just a simple physical transaction, so there's no need to fuss over many emotional considerations. I play with what I love, you take what you want."

Saying so.

Rod had Tally lay Eve down horizontally on the ground, then placed a pillow under her neck.

Don't ask where the pillow came from.

Our ranger's spell pouch always keeps one of these on hand.

Some girls, like Miss Xiao Ke, don't dare to make eye contact during the process—they either squeeze their eyes shut or turn their heads away. Giving them a pillow to cover their face can also ease their psychological pressure.

Rod straddled Eve.

He didn't pull open that black, sheer undergarment either, simply sitting lightly on her abdomen above the navel.

"What are you doing!"

"Hehe."

"Tally, since that mouth of hers doesn't know how to say nice things, then teach the other side."

Tally excitedly half-opened her mouth, shaping her tongue to match the naga's:

"Master, please rest assured! Tally guarantees she'll teach her well!"

Her mother taught Rod, and Rod goes on to teach her—perfectly reasonable.

The land-naga girl was still cursing up a storm at first, but after ingesting a large amount of 【Charm Fluid】, it was no longer up to her.

But Rod didn't go too far either.

After a good while.

After two or three times, he proactively fed the girl a bottle of sobriety potion.

His purpose was to apply some pressure, not to suppress too much—if Eve lost her true nature, it wouldn't be worth it.

After all, even an arrogant, overbearing, and greedy land-naga has her own personal charm.

Rod just likes all kinds of girls.

The sobering potion quickly took effect.

Eve shoved Rod away with force, glaring in anger; even as teardrops slid involuntarily down her exquisite, gorgeous face, she stubbornly refused to wipe them away.

"If I had known you would bully me like this, I would never have agreed to be enslaved by you, even if it meant death!"

Rod stepped closer.

Since he had already been dominant, now it was time to launch a gentle offensive.

He reached out to wipe the tear from the girl's face, only to be slapped away again.

"Get lost!"

"Does your wrist still hurt?"

Rod reached for her arm again, which had been bound red.

Firm, tight.

But not bulky; there were even no obvious muscle lines. On the contrary, her skin was snow-white and tender, without a single hair.

He pinched her palm; seeing she offered no resistance, he said:

"I see you aren't resisting; you seem quite happy about it."

"Who would like being bound, being fixed in place? And using that whip? It's not comfortable at all!"

Tally raised her hand from the side: "I like it."

"Get lost! You made me hurt so much!"

"Oh, is that so?"

Eve made a move to strike her, but Rod pulled her over.

Just as she was about to struggle, her attention was immediately captured by the thing in the other person's hand.

A seed radiating astonishing spiritual energy.

She exclaimed in shock: "Spirit Seed?"

Rod finally had the chance to wipe the tear tracks from her face and said gently:

"You don't live in the forest, and unlike other girls, you aren't often under my care. Seeing that your talent isn't particularly great, I spent three months specifically searching for this Spirit Seed for you."

Hearing the words "spent three months," Tally rolled her eyes.

Every girl in the forest who had a relationship with Rod possessed one of these things; she and Vivian had even consumed two each.

Her master really never told a single truth when coaxing girls.

Eve stared at the Spirit Seed, her eyes shimmering with light.

Spirit Seeds are extremely rare; only a tiny number of Tree Spirit races can produce them, and each can produce only one in a lifetime, with almost no pattern to it.

Among them, the ability to enhance a race's physical potential and talent is almost unique across the entire continent.

Eve was unlike other girls.

She didn't care about the value implied by "spent three months specifically searching for you"; she only wanted Rod to hand the Spirit Seed over to her quickly.

The Naga were old-school realists.

Seeing that her words had little effect on her, Rod retracted the Spirit Seed from his hand and smiled, saying:

"I've done so much for you; don't you have any gesture of gratitude?"

With the benefit right before her, Eve immediately hardened her heart, showing not a shred of shyness.

"Master..."

"What? Louder."

"I said... Master, please, give the Spirit Seed to Eve~~"

(End of this chapter)