Chapter 670: The Strength of Domains

Dusk seeped through the window cracks.

The tea on the table had long gone cold; the gear carelessly tossed on the floor cast long shadows in the red afterglow, stretching all the way to the bed in the alcove.

From sunrise to sunset.

The succubus, just finished fighting, clung to the man, lazily pressing every inch of her body against her master.

Tally’s body temperature hadn’t cooled before rising again sharply.

She panted softly, her face buried in Luo De’s neck, kissing incessantly, exhaling hot, sweet breaths that could bewilder any ordinary person.

As the [Ancestral Blood] took effect, she trembled slightly.

Her spiritual energy surged violently; Tally groaned, yet didn’t stop kissing—instead, she trailed kisses down Luo De’s chin to his lips.

Her eyes, glowing with pink light, widened in shock.

She had long known her master’s essence carried vast energy, but she never expected that even without using [Growth Spirit], it could stir the deepest secrets buried in her bloodline.

“This is—”

“Don’t distract yourself. Feel it.”

“Okay~~”

Tally giggled, wrapping her arms around her master’s neck, pressing her soft flesh against his collarbone and throat.

She kissed his lips again, greedily.

This time, it was less intense—gentle, slow bites, tender and tenderly affectionate.

“When did you recover?”

Luo De toyed with the heart-shaped tip of her tail; it was soft, like cartilage.

“During the day~~ When you carried me to the dining table, Tally jolted—and it all clicked~~”

“No wonder you dared come to my cabin alone.”

“It’s Tally’s cabin too! You said I can come whenever I want!”

“Fine, fine.”

“Yay!”

Tally let out a cute cheer.

She tossed her pillow embroidered with the word “ Yongli ” onto the fur sofa: “I don’t want this anymore! It reeks of other women—I’ll get a new one! Just write ‘Oh hey!’ Hehehe~~”

Luo De couldn’t help smiling.

Feeling Tally’s spiritual energy continue to climb,

Luo De stirred again.

He sat up, lifting her bouncy, firm buttocks.

But Tally panicked: “Slow down, Master! Rest a bit!”

“Then why were you wriggling?”

“Was I? Ah… I haven’t hugged you in so long—it was instinctive! Really, no more!!”

“Too bad, you don’t get a choice.”

“Ah!~~”

As previously mentioned.

If she had genuinely looked pitiful, Luo De might have softened.

But now Tally was full of mischief—even pretending she hadn’t recovered just to tease him. He wouldn’t let her off so easily.

Luo De was famously soft to pleading, hard to defiance.

Tally was different.

It lasted from dusk straight through to the next sunrise.

Tally had reached her limit by dusk, but Luo De didn’t care.

Yet this one’s resistance was extraordinary.

He could at most double the frequency—but that only sped up spellcasting, nothing more.

A mere little succubus couldn’t make him relent.

Luo De cast a [Far-Speech Chain] to the banshee Krist, ordering her to come clean up.

Then he carried dazed, unsteady Tally to the bathhouse.

As the water splashed over her, Tally snapped awake, staring blankly at her swollen belly.

Luo De laughed loudly; she took a few more hits and passed out again.

Only then was she carried to the sofa to rest.

This time, she truly rested—no more playing.

“Eighth-rank beginner… not bad. Most importantly, she has an innate Dominance Domain.”

Domains are essential for high-rank combatants; the gap between having one and not having one is a terrifying chasm.

And practical domains grant clear advantages within the same rank.

Dominance Domain.

Just hearing it sounded formidable—even Luo De felt envious.

Poor him—he possessed eight domains, yet only one, [Moon Domain] from the Moon Goddess Luka, was usable in direct combat.

“Perhaps I need to find a way to strengthen my domains.”

After a brief rest,

the sky had fully brightened.

Krist, the banshee, arrived late, hugging her cleaned gear, pinching her nose, frowning, and muttering curses as she entered.

Strangely, Krist possessed the spiritual technique [Blood-Tear Cleansing].

It could cleanse weapons and gear, granting them brief death blessings or corrosion resistance.

It seemed to be an innate spiritual technique of banshees—no one knew why this race had such a skill.

Of course, cleaning the house was no problem either.

“I don’t get why anyone finds that pop star’s singing so appealing—everyone’s rushing to her. There are so many people in Coral Bay now.”

Krist muttered as she yanked off the sheets.

As she spoke,

the scent drifted into her nose; a faint, unnatural blush crept across her face, and she quickly pulled on a mask.

“Who cares if it’s good or not—it makes money.”

Luo De was putting on his pants; Tally, still dazed and groggy, clung to him like a drunkard.

“Make money… do we make money too? Isn’t it just a free invite to that cloud elf?”

“Of course not—I’m not running a charity. Ticket revenue, venue drinks and food, merchandise, sponsorships, plus the hidden value of promoting Coral Bay—hmm.”

Krist’s naturally swollen, tear-filled eyes widened.

She opened her mouth, then closed it, struggling to speak.

“You mean… if I held a concert, I could make this much too?”

Luo De remembered the banshee’s wailing voice—like sawing wood or nails scraping metal.

He burst out laughing.

“You!”

Krist felt humiliated, snatching up the filthy sheet to throw at him.

She didn’t dare.

She hunched her shoulders, grumbling to herself as she stomped off.

As she cleaned, Luo De didn’t linger—he took dressed-up Tally and headed out to patrol the woods.

Today, Tally had transformed into a plump, refined woman: her hair coiled high, tall and elegant, the great bear, of course, unchanged.

More importantly, she wore a slightly form-fitting long dress that accentuated her swollen belly.

She walked slowly, one hand stroking her belly—just like a pregnant woman.

He ignored her.

After a brief stroll through the woods and harvesting a wave of [Growth Spirit],

Luo De arrived outside the elf Kali’s magical treehouse.

It was daytime—same rule: he could only throw stones from over a hundred meters away.

(End of Chapter)