Chapter 545: The Maiden

"Cecile"

Rhode looked embarrassed and covered his eyes with his hand.

Through the gaps in his fingers, he could see Cecile lowering her head in extreme embarrassment, her feet pressed tightly together as she trembled slightly.

Fortunately, the cold war with Terry had not allowed her to follow him back to the ranger's cabin.

Otherwise, she would surely have made a scene.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"No."

The tiefling girl took a deep breath, her voice trembling with tension.

Summoning her courage, she stepped forward and weakly wrapped her arms around Rhode's bear-like waist.

The girl was not large in stature.

Yet, despite this, her years of exercise had given her a healthy, wild, and highly premium elastic texture.

Accompanied by the girl's unique innocence and awkwardness.

It was hard not to become addicted to it.

"Mr. Rhode, I am here to fulfill the duties of a slave."

Rhode stiffened: "I thought we discussed this. Enslaving you was only to counter the dark elves' covert attack at Coral Bay; I promised to free you afterward. I was hospitalized for a few days and forgot about it, so I will do it now."

The covert attack by the dark elves.

Specifically, the 【Lilith's Physical Blood Drop】 from Natalie, the leader of the Black Moon Clan, who was an expert in charm magic.

Before Rhode activated 【Rage】, this person was contaminated by a mouthful of blood and turned into a bitch.

When found afterward, she was crawling on the ground, frantically sucking up the blood Rhode had spilled.

There was no need to spare her life, so she was killed directly with the aid of 【Victory Pod】.

As for the other leader of the dark elves, Tashaya Bloodthorn of the Bloodthorn Clan.

It was a bit of a pity.

She slipped away during the chaos of Rhode's battle with the Duke of the Inferno; at that exact moment, our forces were retreating, allowing her to escape successfully.

But it was for the best.

She is a coward and likely won't dare to retaliate against us.

"No, no!"

Cecile answered firmly and excitedly.

As if afraid Rhode would run away, she hugged him tighter, then stood on her tiptoes trying to kiss him.

But she couldn't reach, so she had to tilt her head back desperately to kiss Rhode's chin.

"Mr. Rhode, smell me; my sulfur scent is gone. Smell for yourself... I am ready, anytime."

Rhode patted her head, pushing it down, and gently tried to undo her grip.

He couldn't undo it.

The little thing was stubborn, holding on tightly.

He could only smile gently: "Yes, there is no scent anymore; you smell sweet."

"Really?! Hehe~ I saved some money and borrowed some from Miss Watching Yuna (the Arachne)! I gathered enough for the ritual to remove the tiefling body odor, and yesterday I asked Miss Calist to help me!"

"That guy is cold on the outside but warm on the inside; was she willing to accept your money?"

"At first she refused, so I sat at her door for two days and two nights..."

「. 」

What a stubborn one...

Rhode had a sudden realization, clapped his hands, and tried to defuse the situation:

"So you came specifically to let me check if the body odor is completely gone, right? It's fine, Cecile, you smell great. Put your clothes on."

Cecile lifted her small face from his chest, revealing a dissatisfied expression, unhappy with his evasiveness.

"No, I am here to screw Mr. Rhode."

「. 」

"In Aethelorn, I am of age to be an adult. The Duke of the Inferno was severely injured and driven back, and the shadow of the Bloodline Node is gone. I like Rhode, I don't want to hold back anymore, and I don't want to lie awake every night thinking of you. I want to eat you, and I want to do it today!"

The girl's eyes sparkled as she looked boldly and intensely at Rhode's face.

Perhaps this was the passion and madness naturally brought by the Infernal bloodline.

She had felt no hope amidst the threat of her own Bloodline Node and chose to suppress it.

Now, with Asmodeus severely weakened, driven back, and returned to the Inferno, and the most direct threat to Coral Bay, the dark elves, slaughtered to a man.

How could she not let it all out?

"You must know that once you become mine, the enslavement curse can never be broken again. You understand, right? But of course, I will grant you maximum freedom."

"Morality? Rhode, have you forgotten who Teacher Falshard is with now?"

Cecile tilted her head and smiled.

Uh...

Falshard getting involved with his own disciple indeed left little room for discussion on morality.

Rhode sighed.

Since the girl had taken the initiative to this extent, there was no need for him to hold onto the bottom line of his past life.

He removed his hands from his eyes.

Gazing at the exquisite red face before him.

"I must tell you that once you become mine, the enslavement curse can never be broken again. You understand, right? But of course, I will grant you maximum freedom."

Circe beamed radiantly and nodded firmly.

"Then come over."

Rod took her hand, led her to the bedside, and sat down.

What followed was a scene that could not be spoken of plainly.

Though the girl's body was clearly firm and healthy, she gave off a strangely delicate, fragile air.

Even though Rod was gentle, the girl before him, who had no experience at all, still seemed as though she might shatter at the slightest touch.

Circe's words were fervent and bold.

But once she lay on the bed, she became timid and shrinking again.

Added to that, because of someone's size and the fact that it was the girl's first time, wanting to go several more wild rounds was probably not feasible.

As a girl, there was still a bit of a gap between their builds.

Here Rod could only change his usual strategy of quantity with other girls, switching to one or two high-quality rounds.

This also forced all his movements to shift from the main act to the preceding foreplay.

It also turned him from the one being served into the one doing the serving.

There was no helping it.

A first time was extremely important; one careless move and Circe might develop a trauma.

Rod sat cross-legged on the bed, let Circe lie across his lap. She tilted her head clumsily to one side, while Rod played the pipa.

A tiefling's body temperature was very high.

Combined with Rod's exquisite technique, the overly shy girl felt scorching hot from Rod's mere contact with her skin.

Also, she sweated very easily.

After only a short while, sweat beaded out on her skin, reflecting a tempting white glow under the dim yellow light of the illumination stone.

A little longer and the bedsheets were soaked through.

At this time there was also a faint smell of sulfur, which Rod did not dislike.

The palms of her hands were even more so.

Their moisture content was the most abundant of any fruit.

The girl hummed softly, gradually unable to bear it, begging Rod to begin.

But Rod paid no heed, still feeling she was a bit too nervous.

So he picked her up.

……

Perhaps it was because the girl's trembling, weakly pleading look was simply too amusing.

Rod gradually got a little carried away.

He actually ended up playing around for a full hour like this.

Circe lay limp against him, drenched in sweat, her gaze hazy and unfocused.

Her whole body was soft and boneless, offering no resistance no matter how Rod arranged her, murmuring incomprehensible words from her lips.

Rod wiped the. off his face.

Indeed, it was about time.

He arranged the girl's position, kissing her as he properly began.

Seeing the crowd

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(End of this chapter)