Monster Girl Development Master

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Young Johnson was playing around on the manor, getting himself covered in mud, and she scolded him sternly, ordering him to clean himself, change his clothes, and return for a lecture. Yes, she would never have acted so intimately with her son before; she was simply trying to control him, hoping to mold him into a fine, resilient, and strong man.

It wasn't until she lost him that she realized she only wanted him to stay by her side forever, even if it wasn't him.

But now, he's back. Yes, he's back! Although we don't know the reason, or why he's so young, he's back! Absolutely, exactly the same, without any difference!

Goddess protects! Gods protect!

"I will never let anything happen to you again, I will never let you leave me again, Zhuang Sen, my son..."

……

Zhuang Sen's previously good mood suddenly turned somber. He sighed almost imperceptibly, then said in a muffled voice, "Mrs. Liya, I can't breathe."

Lady Leah's body stiffened visibly for a moment, then she fell silent.

In the dimly lit ceremonial room, only two equally low breaths could be heard for a moment.

A moment later, Zhuang Sen broke free from Madam Liya's looser embrace, rubbed his slightly flushed face, and smiled, "Sorry, Madam Liya, I still need to test my new ability."

"Ah, oh." Lady Leah responded monotonously, as if startled, then stood up. "I'm sorry, Johnson."

“You don’t need to apologize. This is normal. Although I haven’t experienced this myself, I have still learned about maternal love.” Zhuang Sen’s voice was a little muffled, but it quickly returned to normal as the gray-blue rock shell covering his entire body became visible. “Goodnight, Mother.”

Lady Leah's heart skipped a beat as she looked at Zhuang Sen, who had transformed from a fair-skinned boy into a rock dwarf. Ripples spread across her two green lakes, but eventually returned to calm: "Goodnight, Zhuang Sen."

The elegant noblewoman left the room as she had arrived, carefully closing the door behind her.

After the footsteps disappeared, Zhuang Sen exhaled heavily, then removed the rocky skin and rubbed his face again.

Then he flattened his palm, and a fist-sized stone ball appeared in his palm, hovering, ready to be launched at any moment. But the ritual room was not suitable for testing its power, so Zhuang Sen weighed the solid stone ball in his hand and canceled the ability.

Next one.

A new sound came from inside the door. Outside, Lady Lia gazed at the bright moonlight and slowly walked into the dark corridor.

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Author's note: Two chapters have reached almost 6300 words. Maybe I can skip one chapter tomorrow? (Just kidding)

And please remember, the main character is dressed as a human. There are no blood relatives in this world! (▽｀)

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Taking the Initiative

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Taking the Initiative

Nia got up very early. To be precise, she hadn't slept at all last night. Yesterday's experience was too shocking, especially in the quiet of the night, lying on her soft bed, thinking about what she had said today, the innocent young Nia blushed and felt hot-headed.

Not to mention the misunderstanding during the final rest period. Poor Miss Nia was worried that Zhuang Sen would suddenly barge in, and at the same time wondered why Zhuang Sen had not returned yet. She tossed and turned, and in the end, she couldn't fall asleep at all. Instead, she started studying her various new abilities.

Just like Zhuang Sen.

In other words, those with the bloodline are full of energy after awakening, and not sleeping for a day is nothing to them; otherwise, we would have seen listless little dwarfs today.

Nia put down the towel, looked at herself carefully in the mirror, and only after confirming that there were no flaws such as dark circles under her eyes did she push open the door and prepare to go find Zhuang Sen—otherwise, she wouldn't know what to do here.

Moreover, she was also looking forward to the monopoly on weaponry that Zhuang Sen mentioned. As the daughter of a blacksmith family and possessing dwarven blood, Nia was naturally very interested in forging.

She also hoped to demonstrate her abilities and help Johnson, rather than constantly accepting help, as that wasn't a sustainable solution. The reason Lady Lia could so firmly confront Earl Cross was precisely because she held an indispensable position in his eyes.

Go Nia!

The door opened, and Miss Nia's confident expression suddenly froze as she looked at the figure in front of the door with a puzzled expression.

The figure, only a head taller than her, wore a mask and looked very strange. She subconsciously prepared her abilities.

Zhuang Sen happily removed his mask: "It's me, Nia, are you surprised?"

Miss Nia's expression froze.

Switching bloodlines reduces the development rate, and Zhuang Sen still needs the tall and dwarf bloodline today, so he certainly won't switch back to the rankless angel and waste development points. However, this seems a bit bizarre to Nia. She has never heard of anyone being able to switch bloodlines, but the facts are right in front of her, and she has no choice but to believe it.

"Lord Zhuangson...?"

"Didn't I tell you to just call me Zhuang Sen?" Zhuang Sen put his mask back on. "Don't tell anyone else about this, you know how much attention this will attract."

Nia nodded vigorously. Only then did she realize Zhuang Sen's identity and understand the immense trust he placed in her for appearing before her in this manner. "Hmm, I suppose Sister Dantalian hasn't met him yet either."

Nia felt a subtle, secret joy.

She walked up to Zhuang Sen and lowered her voice, "Brother Zhuang Sen, is something the matter?"

“No, it’s just that we agreed to teach you how to develop your bloodline.” Zhuang Sen naturally took Nia’s small hand. “You also have a feeling, right? The best way to develop us is through forging.”

In fact, it's just following one's nature. Unlike Lamia, who thinks about exploiting Zhuang Sen all day long, the dwarf bloodline's natural impulse is to forge iron. They are truly born with the divine body of a blacksmith.

"Huh?" Nia tried to ignore the burning sensation in her right hand and remain calm, but this inevitably distracted her, causing her to blurt out, "Is that all?"

After saying that, Nia became uneasy, because what she said sounded like she was blaming Zhuang Sen, or even worse, accusing him of deception. After all, uncontrollably following one's nature could lead to bloodline mutation.

"Don't worry, I didn't help you awaken those inferior ones. No matter how you release your impulses, it won't affect your bloodline—if you don't believe me, let's forge some iron together today."

Nia's common sense was challenged once again. The innocent girl clenched her right hand slightly, but then suddenly realized: "Weren't you going to see the Flor family today?"

Zhuang Sen chuckled: "How could anything over there be more important than my wife?"

Sweet talk and glib tongue.

Nia's lips curled into an uncontrollable smile: "Isn't this a bit inappropriate? What about Lady Leah?"

"I don't care. Anyway, I couldn't make a move before that old geezer Kross left, so taking a day or two longer won't matter." Zhuang Sen was telling the truth. Count Kross had warned him just yesterday, and if he made a move now, he'd be courting death. But anyway, monopolizing the military and winning over the other churches would take time, and Count Kross, as the kingdom's intelligence minister, couldn't stay in the territory forever. It was a good time to develop and consolidate his power. In any case, no one else dared to make a move now.

"Hmm~"

Nia's mood brightened.

Zhuang Sen suddenly paused and said seriously, "By the way, Nia, don't tell Dantalian about the blood pulse. It's not the right time yet."

"Huh? Why?"

Although she asked the question with feigned doubt, Nia couldn't suppress a smile. Heh heh heh~ She finally had a secret between herself and Zhuang Sen~

Don't doubt a woman's intuition. Just from traveling together in the carriage, Nia discovered a hidden secret between Dantalian and Johnson. Although this is normal, and she was there later, it doesn't mean she'll be happy.

However, Zhuang Sen has now told her two secrets in one go, and she is the first person to know both of them. One of them is even unique to her. Not to mention that Zhuang Sen has given up his original plan for her. This kind of attention makes her very happy and finally relieved.

However, Nia still needed to tell Zhuang Sen not to worry too much about it later; she didn't believe time was unimportant. She didn't want to be a burden to Zhuang Sen either, but perhaps she could enjoy herself a little today?

Zhuang Sen sensed the change in atmosphere and felt relieved. He had been quite worried about how to truly win over Nia; marriage before love didn't mean nothing needed to be done. Fortunately, it seemed those strange romance stories he'd read in his past life were still useful.

In this gradually cheerful, yet somewhat ambiguous atmosphere, the two arrived at their destination—the blacksmith shop in Glorious Manor.

The original blacksmith had moved to another estate after Johnson Leon became Johnson, and the blacksmith shop had been idle. Now it was ready to be put to use. After a night of preparation, Johnson and his men no longer needed to deal with any miscellaneous items.

"Want to have a contest and see who can produce the best item?"

Zhuang Sen took off his mask, picked up the hammer, and looked at Nia with a smile.

Nia chuckled, picked up the hammer, and said confidently, "Even if we have the same bloodline, I learned forging from my father, so I definitely won't lose."

"Then let's try it."

Zhuang Sen casually picked up a sword blank, "If you lose, I'll punish you..."

His eyes flickered, and he tried to press his advantage, saying, "I'll punish you by making you kiss me."

Miss Nia's face was flushed, whether from the high temperature of the furnace or something else, it was hard to tell, but her tone remained confident: "What if I win?"

Having decided to attack, Zhuang Sen certainly wouldn't back down: "Then I'll punish you by giving you a kiss!"

"What kind of punishment is this?!"

As Miss Nia said this, she casually picked up a sword blank.

Soon, the sound of bellows filled the air, followed by the clanging and banging of the hammers, blending together harmoniously into a cheerful melody.

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Author's Note: It seems some readers misunderstood, so I'd like to clarify. The protagonist will not use a substitute meal; he's currently refusing to use one—but he doesn't mind taking advantage of the situation. Lady Lia will definitely change her mind later, since she already knows Zhuang Sen's identity, so there's no possibility of her using a mask. The protagonist also has absolutely no intention of using a substitute meal. Anyway, that's all. Also, I welcome everyone's opinions. I read the comments every day and will answer them as much as I can. Finally, thank you all for your support ψ(｀??)ψ

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Trial

"Okay, okay, I admit defeat, I'll accept the punishment."

Zhuang Sen placed his chipped piece back on the workbench and anxiously rubbed his hands together. Nia, who had just been cheering and jumping for joy, seemed to have been put on pause, and immediately lowered her head. Her ten fingers twisted the hilt of the sword so tightly that she almost braided the poor piece of wood into a pretzel.

The dwarves' immense strength was terrifying.

Zhuang Sen took a step forward and put his hand on Nia's shoulder. Her fair and tender face slowly magnified in his eyes, and a wonderful scent, like the scent of dry bluestone warmed by the sun, wafted into his nostrils, making his heart flutter.

Nia's breathing became noticeably rapid, and her body stiffened, but this was just instinctive tension, not a sign of rejection. In fact, she had already quietly closed her eyes.

The warm midday sun shone down, bathing the two faces that were gradually drawing closer in a brilliant golden light.

"Young Master! The Madam urgently needs your attention. The Earl seems to be making some moves!"

The female knight, who had rushed over eagerly, faithfully carried out her orders. She didn't enter the blacksmith's shop but instead announced the arrival from afar. However, her spirited voice still broke the pleasant atmosphere, causing Zhuang Sen to raise his head helplessly: "I'll be right there, Lydia!"

After saying that, he looked at Nia, who had already opened her eyes, and hesitated whether to continue what he had just done, but the atmosphere was really getting out of hand... and he had to switch back to the bloodline of the rankless angel as soon as possible.

Zhuang Sen hesitated, then felt a cool sensation on his cheek. His eyes widened as he looked at Nia, who was lowering her tiptoes. The little dwarf shyly glanced at the sky: "Well, it makes no difference anyway..."

Towards the end, his voice became so soft it was barely audible.

Zhuang Sen tried hard to suppress his expression, but couldn't help but smile broadly. He affectionately pinched Nia's cheek: "No, the difference is huge, so I'll still have to accept punishment when I get back~"

Miss Nia blushed and, unable to control her strength, accidentally broke the hilt of the sword in her hand.

……

A moment later, Zhuang Sen switched back to the Angel of No Rank bloodline. Having already switched once, the bloodline didn't need to wait for the awakening process again, and the switch was easy. The cost was that the 1.01% development level of the tall and dwarf people he had just forged was reduced to zero.

"Let's go, Lydia, what happened?"

The female knight looked at Zhuang Sen, whose face was full of barely suppressed smiles, and took a step behind him: "It's a messenger from the Earl, young master. After the lady finished reading the letter, she sent me to find you, saying it was related to the inheritance."

What new tricks is Old Deng up to now?

Zhuang Sen shook his head speechlessly: "Alright, let's go then. Is the carriage ready?"

"Ready, young master."

"Thank you, Lydia."

The female knight silently looked up, watching Zhuang Sen stride forward. After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help but remind him, "Young Master, your attire..."

Zhuang Sen had only planned to while away the time at the blacksmith's shop today, to see how much his bloodline development could be improved by working on iron all day, so naturally he hadn't prepared clothes for his normal body type at the blacksmith's shop. However, after his passionate interaction with Miss Nia, Zhuang Sen forgot about this, so he switched back to his Unranked Angel bloodline. Although Zhuang Sen had grown from 1.31 meters to 1.75 meters tall, his clothes were still the 1.31-meter version.

Naturally, these clothes, or rather the fabric, did not serve their intended purpose.

Zhuang Sen, unusually annoyed, shouted, "Ledya! You don't need to say it!"

Lydia couldn't help but smile slightly as she took a step to catch up with Zhuang Sen, who was striding ahead with his long legs, but she always kept a step behind.

……

Escorted by Lydia, Johnson was able to return to his room with some dignity, change into new clothes, and then went to Lady Lydia's room. He naturally pushed open the door and entered: "Mother, what is it...?"

The sound stopped as the door opened, and Zhuang Sen looked at the noblewoman in the room with some surprise.

A black veil adorned her blonde hair, partially concealing her regal bearing and adding an alluring air of mystery, perfectly embodying the image of a dignified and elegant noblewoman. A long, equally black silk gown clung tightly to her body, perfectly highlighting her voluptuous figure, especially her soft, papaya-shaped breasts and wide, pert, heart-shaped buttocks. Although covered by the black fabric, revealing no skin, their shapes were clearly visible with each breath of Lady Lia. The two full mounds of flesh, seemingly about to burst free from the fabric's constraints, even swayed gently with her breath, as if deliberately attracting attention.

The skirt of the lower half was obviously designed to be thin and sheer, and Lady Liya's pair of straight, round, and voluptuous legs were faintly visible under the hazy tulle. Expensive and precious black spider silk stockings were wrapped on them, deeply encasing the beautiful flesh of her thighs. At the bottom of the skirt, her jade feet with purple nail polish were wearing a pair of black leather high heels, and the blue veins on her fair arches were even clearly visible.

in this way

Under Zhuang Sen's burning gaze, Lady Lydia smoothed the wrinkles in her dress with her elbow-length black silk gloves and calmly instructed, "Ledya, go and get the coat."

The female knight stepped past Zhuang Sen and entered the room, draping a thick, knee-length coat printed with black crows and golden eagles over Lady Liya's body. This covered her overly alluring and blood-pumping figure, leaving only her elegant and noble aura and her exquisite and mature face, half-hidden by a black veil.

This was the first time Zhuang Sen had seen Madam Liya dressed like this. Although Madam Liya usually wore a black dress, it was always quite loose and thick, and did not accentuate her figure, let alone black stockings and high heels.

Zhuang Sen had a vague idea of ​​what was going on, and sat down opposite Lady Liya.

Lady Leah gracefully picked up her black tea, her full, red lips touching the rim of the celadon cup. She sipped the slightly reddish tea, the droplets wetting her lips and making them appear even more moist and alluring. I wonder what it tastes like…

Zhuang Sen shook his head, dismissing the strange thought that had inexplicably appeared. It must be because of Nia's sudden attack earlier, which had affected his thinking! This was his adoptive mother, what was he thinking!

He sat up straight and asked seriously, "Mother, what is it?"

Lady Lia put down her teacup and slowly said, "Cross sent an invitation to a banquet tonight, saying that he will announce something about the succession dispute at the banquet... I wonder what he's planning."

"Is the old man planning to designate a successor?"

Zhuang Sen speculated, but then thought it unlikely, because it was pointless. Count Cross, as the Kingdom's Minister of Intelligence, would be lucky to spend a quarter of the year in Leon. Appointing a successor would only make that unfortunate child a target of public criticism, either dissolving in water or falling from his horse. Unless he truly went to great lengths to pave the way for that person, or even took him directly by his side…