Chapter 597: Habit and Crusade

"You've been quite proactive these past two days."

Rod lay tangled with the dog-folk Sharon on the bed, his face buried in her neck.

Inhaling the increasingly strong and rich fragrance that kept drilling into his nose, he felt a bit lightheaded.

It was different from Tally's sweet, hormonal scent.

The fragrance carried by Sharon's sweat bore a distinct wild aura; it pierced through his nostrils and went straight to his brain cavity.

Then it gave every single wrinkle in his head a massage-like comfort.

It always felt like the joy of galloping across a grassland.

Rod held her tighter, closing his eyes to deeply experience it.

Sharon submitted; under the intense stimulation, she lost her voice, her head involuntarily tilting back, pressing the pillow inscribed with the words 'Use Force' until it wrinkled and deformed.

She gripped Rod's back on her own, leaving a series of fingernail marks.

Her smooth thighs interlaced with her thighs covered in fine, white-gold fur, locking Rod firmly so he couldn't leave.

Although Rod hadn't intended to leave anyway.

After a while.

Sharon gradually came to her senses; her abdomen rose and fell with her panting, rubbing back and forth against Rod's abs.

"I want to bite your hand."

"Go ahead."

Rod sat up and offered his palm.

It was an old habit.

After the dog finished, she always gnawed on Rod's palm, and she insisted on gnawing the right hand.

Every time, she left drool everywhere.

"Don't get up! Just hold me like this."

"It's awkward."

Rod sighed helplessly as the girl increased her force, sticking her whole body to his chest.

Her chin pressed against his shoulder, her face looking displeased.

"Then I don't care."

Fine, fine, fine.

Rod understood that one must be gentle after the act.

A warm, wet sensation came from his palm.

Slightly sharp canine teeth gently bit up and down on his palm.

"Did something happen? Usually, you wouldn't come to my cabin on your own."

"Demia... forget it, it's nothing."

Sharon mumbled a name, then immediately gave up.

"What is it? Just say it and be done with it."

Rod laughed.

Sharon pondered for a moment, still feeling that speaking it out would at least allow her to find someone to consult.

"Um, remember how Demia accidentally drank that stinky succubus's black tea two days ago?"

"Hmm, what about it?"

"Maybe the sobering potion back then was a bit expired and the effect wasn't great. That night, while we were playing around, um... I taught her 'that' once."

"'That'?"

"Well, she writes novels and needs to reference the feelings, so I hugged her from behind, rubbed her a bit, kissed her a bit, and then used my hand... um... you know, just what you just did to me."

Rod sat up in shock, looking at the girl below him with disbelief.

Sharon's face was embarrassed; she used both hands to pull him back into an embrace.

"I just gave her a taste! She kept begging, so I had no choice!"

"This is cheating, Sharon."

"I didn't do anything else besides that! I just felt she was pitiful; this was teaching..."

Actually, there was one more thing she didn't say.

When her own little sister got excited and carried away, she subconsciously shouted out the name of a certain game warden...

Damn, I should have guessed it earlier.

Saying this,

her tone softened.

She loosened her teeth from his palm, kissed Rod's cheek, and said tremblingly:

"If you're unhappy, I..."

Rod smiled: "What's there to be angry about regarding a little squabble between you girls?"

Immediately, he felt it was strange.

He asked again: "Since it only happened once, what does that have to do with you coming over so often these past two days?"

"Um, ever since that night, Demia seems to have caught this habit. She has a separate study at home for writing; she closes the door, but she never locks it."

"She locked the door these past two days. What does that mean?"

"Yes... I suspect she's using the method I taught her to do 'that' while writing on the side. I felt it was quite awkward, so I ran over to find you."

Rod chuckled: "Didn't Demia say anything about you not returning home at night?"

"These past two days, her inspiration exploded. Coincidentally, the conscription team was investigating, so the work at City Hall had to be paused for a while, and she's been hiding in her study day and night..."

"And at the same time, working yourself day and night according to your teachings?"

Sharon's pretty face stiffened, and she bit down hard on Rod's shoulder.

"Get lost! It's all your fault!"

The morning horseplay was still going on; Sharon, who had only come over in the latter half of the night, was still full of energy.

The two moved their battlefield to the bathroom, chatting in the hot spring while getting down to business.

They didn't come out until noon.

Grey-white overcast clouds, a vast farm, the monsoon carrying moisture.

"Looks like it's about to rain."

After Sharon left, Rod was still a bit unsatisfied, so he contacted the girls one by one, but unfortunately they all had things to do.

Helpless, a certain Warden could only set out on a long-overdue patrol of the woods.

He held out his palm, failing to catch raindrops that didn't exist.

The intimidation had had some effect.

The conscription group had indeed calmed down, and these two days passed without any trouble.

On the second day after the town hall was burned down, the newspaper published a report on the atrocity.

Not only that, rumors of forged official documents also spread like wildfire.

Someone linked this matter to a certain 'fugitive' who had attacked the town hall, and spun out all sorts of conspiracy theories.

And because of the existence of the 【Goddess Prohibition】, mages and bards visiting Dusk Hills had gradually increased; Ye Fa's research lab and bards looking to stir up big incidents were especially annoying presences.

Slowly, the more people tried to clear things up, the messier it got.

"Tch—"

Suddenly, an unnatural shadow stirred up from beside Rod's feet.

A charming succubus leapt out from within, excitedly flying over to pounce on him.

"Master—"

Rod dodged sideways; Tally tumbled to the ground, using her face as the brake.

She didn't mind at all, immediately lifting up a pale little face covered in stitches.

Unusually, today she had turned into a zombie.

A loli zombie, no less.

"If Master isn't satisfied, why didn't you call me! Tally is available anytime, you know! If it weren't for Watching Yuna telling me, I wouldn't have known~~~"

Rod's eyebrow twitched.

The spider-turned-elf Watching Yuna was a girl extremely loyal to him.

Thinking about it, she hadn't thought too much when telling Tally either—probably just simply wanting to arrange a tool-girl to relieve her master's desires.

"You had things to do, so why'd you come back so early?"

Because Tally's shadow magic was superb, it was far more useful for tailing than Pan Ni's ghoul.

Because of this, she had been sent by Rod to tail an important figure on the conscription group's side—a vice commander at the high stage of the eighth tier, name... he'd forgotten.

The other party had gone out to Dusk Hills early in the morning; Tally had come over, hadn't even eaten breakfast, and was chased off to work.

"They're back! The most important thing has finally fallen to me to resolve Master's wicked desires, hehehehe—"

Rod pressed down on her head with one hand: "What did those people do."

Tally pushed his hand down, and with an "ah-woof" bit down on his index finger: "They were going around looking for fights, and then got beaten up."

"There are Ye Fa in Dusk Hills who can beat someone at the high stage of the eighth tier? Impressive."

Given the descent of the Weave's canopy, the individual strength of mages had surged greatly in this very short time.

Just a day ago, two Ye Fa had been exchanging spells over at Kula Slope, blasting the land full of craters.

"They weren't Ye Fa, they said those were people from the Campbell family."

"Oh?"

As he spoke.

The clanking of armor and the patter of running footsteps came from afar.

Rod turned his head to look.

He saw a guard wearing conscription group armor sprinting along the grassy stone-paved road, all the way from the direction of Shi Ying town.

He slid to his knees, scraping a trail on the ground, and respectfully held up a letter.

Then he shouted to the sky: "Lord Rod! The Campbell family's influence has reached Dusk Hills, and the conscription group is outmatched. To protect Shi Ying town, Commander Carter requests to plot this matter together with you!"

(End of this chapter)