Chapter 493: Bathrobe and Meeting

After leaving the fungus person's cave, the night was deep.

But after the forest ascended, some plants evolved luminescent effects due to abundant spiritual energy.

With every step Luo De took, the luminescent plants glowed in response.

Don't say it.

Walking alone felt rather satisfying.

Thanks to the plants' luminescence, Luo De quickly spotted the succubus girl searching for him ahead.

Today, Tally was a fox-girl with waist-length hair.

With a straight fringe and a princess cut.

Her face was sweet, pure, and elegant.

Yet she wore a soft cotton bathrobe, clinging to her skin, perfectly revealing her tight, voluptuous figure.

The robe was loose, and should have hung more loosely after being stretched taut by her ample curves.

But the thin belt cinched around her waist accentuated her extreme slenderness, making her aggressive hip and chest lines stand out even more.

The girl scowled, and the moment she spotted Luo De, she lunged at him with claws outstretched.

Luo De chuckled, opening his arms to pull her into his embrace.

"You're so annoying! Why didn't you answer me? Tally's starving!"

Tally pouted.

Her emerald eyes lifted, her tiny pink fists appeared to pound his chest—but in truth, they wandered recklessly all over.

Suddenly, her face twisted in anguish. "There's a woman's scent on you, Master! Why did you go out fooling around without me? I want to taste the flavor of you kissing some other whore!"

Luo De spread his hands. "No kissing, no whores—just normal business talk. The world isn't just men and women, right? Am I supposed to talk business only with men?"

"Just business? No hoarding the good stuff?"

"Of course, Tally. You're so sensitive it's stressing me out. When I'm stressed, my spirit gets suppressed; when my spirit's suppressed, my essence quality drops. You don't want to consume essence saturated with negative emotions every day, do you?"

Tally blinked slowly, adorably.

"Tally wants to."

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She cupped her face, drool dripping from her lips, her gaze glazed over: "Just imagining you tied up in my basement's little black room, forced to earn every meal and drink through your performance on the bed, beaten three times a day without fail, utterly powerless under my control—I—I, Tally, I'm already about to—"

Succubi are naturally rebellious. It's just how they are.

But Tally?

She'd already been thoroughly trained—she was probably just saying this to stir up Luo De's interest.

Luo De feigned fury. "Rebellious brat! You can't be allowed to live! I'll execute you right here and now!"

Sure enough, Tally didn't flinch—she calmly unfastened her bathrobe.

Underneath, she wore nothing but a pair of pure white silk spider-silk stockings reaching all the way to her thighs, tightly hugging her full, straight legs.

The ends of the stockings left faint, sensual curves pressed into her thigh flesh.

"Don't take it off. Leave it open like this."

Luo De raised an eyebrow, stopping Tally from fully removing the robe.

Her chest, waist, and hips formed a visually stunning proportion; beneath the cotton robe, key areas were barely hinted at, edges barely visible.

This half-concealed, half-revealed look was far more alluring.

Tally naturally obeyed, approaching with a radiant smile.

She rose onto her toes.

Pressing her body against his chest, she blew a thick, fragrant pink spiritual breath toward his handsome face.

The succubus's arousal aura.

It was one of Tally's ultimate tricks—she knew Luo De had high resistance, and overuse might render it useless.

So she usually spent days preparing a single breath to make it effective.

And now.

As the pink mist entered his nose, Luo De's gaze shifted.

Tally knew it had worked.

She obediently turned around, wiggling her hips enthusiastically, inviting him in.

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The night was thick, accompanied by the glow of the plants.

Another unspeakable battle began.

Whether because it was his first time experiencing the sensation of white silk-clad legs wrapped around his body, or because of that arousal aura, Luo De was in high spirits.

He uttered a few lines of humiliation-themed seduction, fitting the scene and his persona.

At Tally's peak, he whispered: "You'll always be my Fiji-bay toilet for the rest of your life."

The succubus's obedience increased by two points, reaching 95—just five points away from 100.

Three days later.

The conference room in City Hall.

Surrounded by multiple magical barriers composed of 【Protection Array】, 【Evasion from Scrying】, 【Magical Alarm】, and other spells to prevent surveillance and prophecy.

At each corner of the colored barriers, a rotating magical air-filtering cluster continuously operated.

Within were the forest faction led by Luo De, the Shiying Town faction led by the witch Dimia and the old gentleman Humbert, and the Blizzard Mercenary Company led by the crocodile-man captain Jeroen.

The three factions sat around a grand, imposing round conference table.

"Gentlemen, Mr. Luo De."

The crocodile-man Jeroen spoke first, nodding respectfully toward his financier Luo De.

His expression was resolute as he said:

"I'm old Jeroen—a rough man. I rarely deal with officials of the Aithelon Kingdom, never attended a city hall meeting, don't know the rules, so I'll be blunt—we plan to launch a surprise attack on Coral Bay's black dragon Mikhail within half a month, and we need your support."

"So soon?"

Witch Dimia's tone was cautious. "Not that I doubt your mercenary company's strength, but you've only been stationed in Shiying Town for a short time. Launching an attack now might be too reckless."

"Speed is the essence of warfare, Miss Dimia. The Blizzard Mercenary Company has nearly a hundred men—we must train, guard Shiying Town, and send scouts to Twilight Hills. There's no way we can hide from the enemy. Precisely because our arrival is recent, we must strike against convention, firing the first arrow to catch them off guard."

Jeroen explained.

Luo De nodded, unsurprised.

A few days ago, when he met Jeroen, the man had already expressed similar thoughts.

He had no intention of opposing it.

A client must have the grace of a client—he'd never slain a dragon. Let professionals handle professional matters.

Meddling would only bind their hands and disrupt their plans.

I'll just be a good coal boss.

The halfling Lily, seated beside Luo De, asked: "Have you already learned the black dragon's habits, patrol zones, and lair location?"

She had recently participated in a dragon-slaying and served as a check for oversights.

Jeroen nodded.

"Moreover, our mage learned that the black dragon Mikhail recently suffered an injury to his scales—the same time Mr. Luo De displayed his divine power. To heal the scar on his face, Mikhail spent nearly half his stored Jin Along."

Because of this, the black dragon's innate fondness for Jin Along has driven him to frequently raid small caravans on Twilight Hills."

As he spoke,

he couldn't help but boast about Luo De.

(End of Chapter)