A tauren's intelligence is on par with that of an orc.
Alan—who called himself "Handsome"—was a fugitive from a fallen orc stronghold who had easily slipped out of sight.
Drawing on his experience with women, Alan used a mix of persuasion and force to quickly charm the seven cow-sisters, who obeyed his every word without question.
They also found herbs that helped treat his leg injury.
Under the attentive care of the seven cow-sisters, Alan was fed nutritious milk daily and recovered quickly.
After two days of recuperation, he was able to walk using crutches.
Within a week, his leg injury had largely healed.
After a few good days, however, trouble struck.
The seven cow-sisters were completely captivated by Alan, preoccupied with caring for him and eager to please him—to the point where they neglected their duties.
Most of the milk they produced each day went into Alan's stomach; the share given to their master, Orlando, was significantly smaller.
This discrepancy in quantity continued for a full week.
Even a slow-witted fellow like Orlando was bound to notice eventually.
After a brief investigation, he discovered that the Seventh Cow-Sister had found an injured ogre mage and was keeping him as a pet.
The drow warlock was immediately intrigued and sent word to the Seventh Cow-Sister, asking her to escort Alan to his laboratory.
The Seventh Cow-Sister may not have guessed her master's intentions.
Alan, however, was no fool; he realized at once that something was wrong! Orlando, the drow warlock, likely had ulterior motives!
Alan had just recovered from a serious injury and was still somewhat weak.
Fighting a high-level fourth-tier drow warlock alone—and on his own turf, no less—was a perilous prospect.
If he treated his Bloodline Totem as a trump card, there was a chance for a counterattack.
That would only work if Orlando was caught off guard; otherwise, Alan would be surrounded by the warlock's men and face certain death.
After much deliberation, Alan ultimately decided he needed help to navigate this situation.
His only reliable allies were the seven cow-sisters.
While the seven sisters were indeed afraid of Orlando, they would unhesitatingly side with Alan whenever he clashed with the warlock.
After some plotting, the seven sisters escorted Alan—his hands bound behind his back—to the drow warlock's castle.
Orlando met him in his laboratory, located in the castle's attic.
Inside the laboratory, alongside the gaunt, black-robed drow warlock, stood his personal bodyguard: "Meat Grinder."
Meat Grinder was, in fact, a flesh golem.
He stood nearly four meters tall from head to toe.
He wore no shirt, clad only in leather shorts.
The stitches across his body revealed patches of skin in varying shades.
The flesh golem possessed a sturdy build and a magical barrier that rendered him immune to magic and magical techniques below the third tier.
When within his master's line of sight, the flesh golem's combat prowess rivaled that of a ferocious fourth-tier warlock! However, having lost control over its master, it could only execute simple, pre-set programs, which significantly reduced its combat effectiveness.
"Young friend, how should I address you?"
Orlando, the drow sorcerer, wore a fake smile.
"Just call me 'Handsome,' Honorable Lord Orlando," Alan said respectfully.
"Heh heh... 'Handsome,' I heard your family was wiped out by humans and surface elves acting in concert?"
"I am truly sorry to hear that."
Orlando sighed hypocritically.
"When your father was alive, he struck a deal with me: he traded captives for magic stones."
"Thanks to that deal, I was able to build this castle."
"Later, those slaves also served as subjects for my experiments on humans."
"I never imagined that shortly after your father's death, you—the heir—would squander your ancestors' legacy."
The drow sorcerer chuckled, picked up a glass of milk, and took an elegant sip.
"Pretty boy, to be honest, you're a lost cause now."
"Humans and elves won't stop hunting you."
"You won't find any other way to survive—except here, with me."
"I could take you in, but what can you offer me?"
"Lord Orlando! I want you to be my godfather! I will serve you with all my heart!"
Alan's face was full of humility, as if he were possessed by a spirit of utter devotion.
"Ha ha... Sorry, I don't take on godchildren."
Orlando chuckled and refused. "Handsome boy, I will show you the way."
"You need to cooperate with me in an experiment to extract blood essence from your body."
"After that, you may settle in my territory."
"My Lord..." Alan frowned. "If you extract blood essence from me, I will lose my potential, my power will wither, and my lifespan will be drastically shortened."
"You are a Dark Elf, and your bloodline differs greatly from ours—the Ogre Mages."
"The introduction of my blood essence would make awakening virtually impossible. On the contrary, there is a risk of rejection..."
"...injury and even death."
"I don't understand. Why would a wise man like you commit acts so destructive to others—and to yourself?"
"For the sake of knowledge. For science."
Orlando's expression was solemn.
"I am a pure scientist. Satisfying my curiosity and my thirst for discovery matters more to me than practical utility."
"Besides, even though your blood is useless to me, I have quite a few ogre servants under my command."
"What would happen if one were to inject an ogre with the blood essence of an ogre-mage?"
"My handsome young friend, don't you find that experiment fascinating?"
"It is indeed fascinating. Though it would be even better if I didn't have to foot the bill."
Alan sighed and made one last attempt to find a peaceful resolution.
"Lord Orlando, even if your experiment succeeds, at best you'll only create an overweight ogre."
"His combat skills might rival mine, but his intellect certainly wouldn't."
"Why not let me go? With my intellect, I could offer you far more valuable services than a stupid ogre."
"My friend, it is precisely because you are intelligent that I cannot keep you." Orlando smiled and wagged a finger. "Having one clever person like me in the territory is quite enough."
"If that's the case, then there's nothing more to be done."
Alan instantly activated his third-order atavism, transforming into a giant blue panther and breaking free from his bonds!
"Oh? You... you don't look like an ordinary ogre-mage!"
A flash of surprise crossed Orlando's eyes.
"Interesting—very interesting!" "Handsome, tell me: is your mother half-beastkin, and is that why she gave birth to a half-breed like you?"
"Or did your mother—unknown to your father—have an affair with a beastkin lover, resulting in the fruit of their passion?"
"That's a rude question!"
Alan struck out at the drow sorcerer.
"No comment!"
*Whoosh!*
His fist cut through the air, hitting nothing.
The drow sorcerer's illusory image shattered into pieces right before Alan's eyes.
Ten meters away, a figure emerged from a previously empty armchair.
Orlando sat in the chair, legs crossed.
He held a goblet filled with snow-white milk in his left hand, while his right hand calmly performed a series of arcane gestures.
"Handsome, don't be so irritable. Calm down and hear me out. It won't hurt you."
Orlando knew that all adult ogre mages possessed a magic resistance barrier.
As they matured and honed their skills, the strength of this barrier increased, eventually rendering them immune to 3rd-level magic.
The handsome man still looked quite young.
He likely hadn't yet awakened his 3rd-level magic resistance barrier; it was probably only at the 2nd level.
Orlando, the drow sorcerer, immediately cast a 4th-level charm spell—though he knew the handsome man would be immune to it.
Alan's 4th-level "Requiem" meditation technique perfectly blocked the charm spells of 4th-level monsters. Yet he still feigned control over the situation; his gaze was unsteady, as if he were fighting against mental domination.
Seizing the moment Orlando stumbled, he launched a sudden attack!
The leopard-headed giant lunged at Orlando; cold energy coalesced around its massive claws as it unleashed a sudden "Ice Soul Palm"!
*Crack!*
Amidst a roar, an explosion of energy sent a wave of freezing air blasting in all directions!
Orlando was sent flying sideways—chair and all—by the blow, slamming hard against the wall.
The chair shattered instantly!
Orlando slumped down the wall, clinging to it for support.
His body crackled and shimmered with light!
The various defensive spells he had previously cast shattered!
*Pfft!*
The Drow sorcerer spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with ice shards.
His face twisted, his eyes burning with resentment.
"You ungrateful little bastard! Just you wait..."
He pulled out a rune-inscribed bronze plaque and waved it before the flesh golem.
The golem immediately turned and, obeying its master's command, advanced toward Allen.
Allen whistled without even turning around.
As previously arranged, the seven Cow Sisters grabbed their clubs and surrounded the flesh golem.
Even the seven of them combined stood no chance of defeating the flesh golem. However, they managed to hold back the flesh golem long enough for Allen to face the drow warlock without interference.
"Stupid cows! A bunch of vile traitors!"
Enraged by what he saw, Orlando summoned his fourth-order atavism.
His flesh and bones twisted and rapidly expanded, while his clothes were instantly shredded to pieces!
In a heartbeat, he transformed from a scrawny drow into a half-human, half-spider hybrid!
A drow atavism—the Spider-Elf!
Allen smirked and slashed the back of his hand.
Using the blood as a medium, his totem materialized!
Ancient spirits answered his call, merging with the blood to take the form of a Behemoth!
"How... is this possible?!"
Orlando lost his composure.
"Aaa..."
The monster's roar terrified Orlando.
Seizing the moment of distraction, the Behemoth lunged.
*Thwack!*
Orlando...
...flung aside by the monster's claws, and he began coughing up blood!
"Cough... damn it!"
Fighting through the pain, Orlando shot out a web to hinder the behemoth's pursuit.
Two of his eight legs had been broken by the behemoth, but fortunately, the remaining ones were enough to support him as he scrambled up the wall.
The doorway was blocked by the leopard-headed giant—Allen's transformed state.
Orlando the spider managed to escape only by heading for the skylight, rallying his men to join the fight!
"Get down!"
*Whoosh!*
Allen swung his bone whip, snagging one of Orlando's spider legs and yanking it downward.
The leg snapped straight instantly!
Orlando—whose physique was no match for that of the blue leopard giant—was dragged across the wall.
*Cr-r-rack*—
The spider's legs scraped against the smooth stone wall, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake.
Meanwhile, the behemoth had already shaken off the webbing and was leaping toward him.
Orlando, the Atavist, broke out in a cold sweat.
In desperation, he reluctantly tore off his own leg, breaking free from Allen's grip and rapidly ascending.
"Hah! Extra legs—what's the big deal, eh?"
Allen sneered and swung his bone whip again.
By then, however, the Atavist Orlando had already reached the ceiling; his vertical distance from the ground now exceeded the reach of the bone whip. Alan activated his "Soft Bone-Flesh Armor," and his left arm—the one holding the whip—went limp as if boneless, instantly stretching to double its length and extending the bone whip's reach.
*Whoosh!*
The long whip coiled around one of Atavistic Orlando's remaining hind legs.
Alan used the bone whip as a conduit to channel his "Bone-Crushing Blast" technique!
He had also mastered this unique skill belonging to his younger sister, Ella.
A loud crack rang out, and Atavistic Orlando's body shuddered violently.
Large cracks appeared across his smooth, hard chitinous armor.
His five remaining spider-like legs were shattered to pieces!
Finally, unable to maintain his grip on the ceiling, he stumbled and fell. "Damn it... you little bastard! You're going to die with me!"
Orlando's face twisted with rage. He suddenly opened his mouth and spewed green venom at Alan!
Level 5 Drow poison—highly toxic!
At best, a victim might fall into a coma; at worst, they could suffer cardiac and respiratory paralysis and die from shock within moments!
"Level 5 poison isn't even enough to wash my feet."
Alan casually wiped the venom from his body, looking at it with contempt.
"Still trying to drag me down with you? You're dreaming."
Orlando's eyes widened in disbelief.
How could an Ogre Mage possess such an absurd resistance to poison?
He couldn't fathom it! He had no time to think.
The behemoth roared and lunged at him, driving a claw deep into his chest!
*Squelch!*
Orlando's heart was instantly crushed by the beast, its fluids spurting out.
The headless corpse rapidly shrank, reverting to the form of a drow.
Alan stepped forward, picked up the bronze talisman, and took control of the flesh golem.
Orlando's body could not go to waste.
Alan drove bone spikes into the corpse, implanting parasitic spores and transforming the drow warlock's body into a fungal monstrosity.
Mycelium knitted the chest wound shut, and the body was draped in a robe, making it appear almost lifelike.
Alan found a stack of magic scrolls in Orlando's bag.
Among them were *Auditory Illusion* and *Ventriloquism*—spells perfectly suited for his needs.
Alan ordered the seven cow-sisters to summon the dungeon's minions in Orlando's name.
A large gathering of kobolds, minotaurs, ogres, and gargoyles assembled in the castle courtyard.
Controlling Orlando's fungal construct remotely, Alan made his way to the center of the square.
Using *Ventriloquism*, he mimicked Orlando's voice and publicly appointed himself the dungeon's chief overseer.
He announced that, from this day forward, Orlando would go into seclusion, leaving all castle affairs—both internal and external—to the overseer, a handsome young man.
Alan assumed his new role.
His first task was to distribute phantom insect eggs, forcing Orlando's subordinates to swallow them right before his eyes, thereby ensuring absolute control over the monsters. Thus, Allen quietly replaced the drow warlock and became the de facto ruler of Orlando Castle.
…
A secret villa.
The master bedroom on the second floor.
Allen finished his meditation and successfully awakened the Poison Wizard bloodline!
Spirit attribute +2; bloodline replenished.
The Ogre Wizard's transformation ability merged with Allen's own beast transformation.
From now on, in addition to his two existing forms—leopard and leopard-man—Allen could also transform into any humanoid or giant up to six meters tall; this was equivalent to an enhanced version of the 2nd-level spell "Transfiguration"!
The Ogre Wizard's superior spell growth potential was also reflected here.
Allen awakened two new spells.
The 2nd-level spell "Wind Creation"—as the name suggests—generates a gust of wind with a wave of the hand.
The 3rd-level spell "Dispel" is capable of dispelling most magical effects up to the 3rd level.
For higher-level spells...
The success rate of the dispersion depends on the mental clash between the combatants.
After briefly testing his newly awakened abilities, Allen leaned back in his chair, deep in thought.
Orlando, the drow warlock, was certainly a deviant, but the human experiments he proposed did have their merits.
Allen had long...
He discovered that the blood essence temporarily stored in the poison glands could also be combined and purified using "Potential."
The same applied to the treatment of one's own bloodline.
He had previously ignored this matter, primarily believing that such operations were a waste of Potential and offered him no benefit.
However, inspired by Orlando's observations, Allen theorized that this method could be used to create a superior "bloodline awakening agent."
If this idea proved feasible, Allen would significantly expand the scope of potential applications.
It would be akin to using his own Potential to strengthen the bloodlines of others.
This unique skill would be perfect for cultivating exceptional talents or serve as a valuable bargaining chip in trade.
Allen grew increasingly excited by these thoughts and immediately began experimenting.
The sample consisted of Ogre Mage blood essence.
Initially, Allen had planned to spend a single point of Potential to purify the entire supply of blood essence stored in the poison gland!
However, the system's feedback indicated that he was being unrealistic!
The poison gland contained a full 20 units of Ogre Mage blood essence—equivalent to 20 blood-awakening potions.
Spending one point of Potential to purify just a single unit! Alright, that makes sense...
Alan shrugged. Spending a single potential point to purify one dose of blood essence!
The purity increased from 3% to 5%.
If he were to continue purifying it to 7%, he would have to spend another potential point.
The initial experiments had gone exactly as expected.
The subsequent experiments, however, carried a certain amount of risk.
Alan needed to find a volunteer willing to cooperate with him on a human experiment.
Hiring someone from the outside was unreliable, and besides... Alan didn't want to waste his precious potential on a stranger. After much thought, only one candidate seemed truly suitable.
He picked up a brass bell from the table and rang it.
The sharp chime cut through the window and echoed across the courtyard.
Renée, the Tigress-girl, called back from the kitchen downstairs.
"I'm coming!"
Renée, dressed in a maid's outfit, entered Alan's bedroom carrying tea and snacks.
"Little Brother, are you hungry?"
"Have something simple for now. I'll make dinner later."
Alan waved his hand and pulled up a chair.
"Renée, sit down. Let's talk."
"What? You're suddenly being so polite to me. Are you alright?"
Renée grew nervous despite herself and reached out to touch his forehead.
She was worried he might have a fever and looked concerned.
"I'm not sick!"
Alan couldn't suppress his irritation and swatted her hand away.
"That's true; you don't seem to be sick." Reni sighed with relief, and a smile returned to her face.
Alan trembled as he lifted his cup and took a sip of tea, struggling to suppress the urge to strike her.
He said to her as gently as possible:
"Reni, I want to make a deal with you."
"Well, I refuse."
"No... I haven't even told you what it is yet!!"
Alan nearly had a heart attack because of this silly girl.
Reni rolled her eyes and said with a miserable look:
"I am your slave. You have the right to do whatever you want with me. Why are you pretending to negotiate?"
"Since you're being so polite, I assume it's something bad!"
"You probably want to tear up my contract and never see me again!"
"Or maybe you're planning to sell me to someone else..."
"I, Reni, am an honest woman!"
"I always say 'no' to unruly masters!"
— the Tiger-girl declared proudly.
"It's not what you think, Reni. I actually want to use you for human experimentation."
Alan explained patiently.
"If the experiment succeeds, it will significantly boost your bloodline's potential!"
"This experiment carries certain risks. In the worst-case scenario, it could lead to the destruction of your bloodline. Of course, I will do my utmost to prevent any accidents."
"Oh, so you just want to use me for human experimentation!"
Reni patted her magnificent bosom and sighed with relief.
"You really scared me!" "I thought you didn't need me anymore... I would have done anything to help you!"
"That said, we still need to sign a new contract," Allen said cautiously. "Your agreement contains no clauses regarding human experimentation."
Master Panthers was an honorable man. When he did something bad, he insisted on doing it legally and by the book, leaving the victim with no recourse.
"All right!" Renie nodded readily.
Allen drafted the contract, focusing on the liability waiver:
· Dobrov
Volunteers were required to maintain confidentiality regarding the details of the experiment.
If the experiment failed, the employer would bear no liability for any consequences affecting the volunteers.
As it turned out, Renee was unconcerned by this warning.
She signed it without even glancing at the text!
Alan couldn't help but admire her.
This tiger-girl... she was a true tigress!
After the contract was signed, Alan conducted the subsequent experiments with Renee's assistance.
First, he drew blood from her using a bone spike.
One hundred milliliters of plasma was sufficient to extract a dose of blood essence.
Renee's blood purity was 5%, indicating average quality.
Due to her rank, the blood essence Alan extracted from her blood was only 3% pure.
By spending one potential point, it could be purified to 5%.
The Tiger-Human bloodline and the Ogre-Wizard bloodline were highly compatible.
Alan spent just one potential point to merge the two.
Obtained: a dose of Demonic Tiger-Wizard blood essence (5% purity).
Using the bone spike as a syringe, he administered the injection to Renee.
Within the same lineage, higher-level bloodlines automatically supersede lower-level ones.
Renee's Tiger-Human bloodline was replaced by the Demonic Tiger-Wizard bloodline—5% purity, average grade.
Renee could have awakened on her own, but that would have required a significant amount of meditation, making the process inefficient. Eager to see the experiment's results as soon as possible, Allen—ignoring his own pain—took out his prized "Heaven-Replenishing Potion" and personally administered the injection to Rene.
Fueled by the potent energy of the "Heaven-Replenishing Potion," Rene's Demonic Wizard-Tiger bloodline was elevated to the pinnacle of its potential!
With the experimental phase complete, the next step was to observe the subject.
Initially, Allen allowed Rene to return and meditate on her own.
Theoretically, the high-grade Demonic Wizard-Tiger bloodline should have awakened within a few days.
However, ten full days passed without a word from Rene.
Losing patience, Allen summoned Rene and asked what was going on.
"It's nothing serious. I just hit a bottleneck in my atavistic meditation," Rene told him casually.
"My predecessor—the tigress—is being hunted by a young red dragon."
"I was running across the grasslands, but the dragon kept catching up to me."
"A single breath of dragonfire set the entire meadow ablaze."
"Tigers can't fly; if they can't escape the flames, they burn to death."
"I'm trying to find a way to flee the burning grasslands before I'm three-quarters consumed by the fire."
"After that, I have to leap at that damn red dragon in mid-air and maul it to death!"
"Once I finish those two little tasks, I think I'll be able to break through the bottleneck, awaken the new bloodline, and level up all at once." "Two small things..." Allen took a deep breath and asked her politely, "How do you plan to overcome this hurdle?"
"I don't know!" Renée shrugged and spread her hands nonchalantly.
"..."
Allen was left completely speechless.
Renée was undoubtedly a tigress, yet her mindset was as lethargic as a salted fish.
With her casual, careless approach to cultivation, she was unlikely to break through this bottleneck anytime soon.
Allen didn't have time to play games; he had to take the initiative himself and help her soar!
"Renée, I'm going to introduce you to a special cultivation technique called collective meditation..."
After hearing him out, Renée happily accepted the invitation.
Allen established a community and, in the process, taught her his own "Soul-Soothing Meditation Method."
Renée's predicament posed no problem for Allen.
Upon entering Renée's meditative realm, he struck with his Ice Soul Palm, extinguishing the raging flames.
The young red dragon possessed combat power equivalent to an early-stage Tier 4 fire mage.
Renée was only at the peak of Tier 2, so it wasn't her fault she couldn't defeat it.
Allen had no intention of going easy on the giant lizard. Seizing the moment as it descended amidst the flames, he slammed his Ice Soul Palm straight into its snout.
He followed up with his "Steel Rake" attack, tearing the red dragon's wings to shreds. Renée had to handle the rest.
Renée simply had an apathetic mindset; At her level, her power was exceptional.
After a bloody battle, Reni finally slew a young, flightless red dragon, achieving perfect meditation!
Having accomplished this, both of them concluded their meditation simultaneously.
Reni successfully broke through her bottleneck and advanced to the third level!
With that, her bloodline awakened for the second time, completely transforming her!
Alan maintained a mental link with Reni, monitoring her physical changes before and after the upgrade via the system.
The combination of the breakthrough and the awakening yielded immense benefits for her.
As for her stat growth, her Physique and Agility each increased by 1.
Her Spirit stat saw a massive boost of 5 points!
Four of those Spirit points came from the bloodline upgrade.
Reni's previous bloodline—Tiger-kin—offered poor Spirit growth compared to that of an Ogre Mage.
When her bloodline awakened for the second time, the Spirit boost was significantly greater.
Reni's new form, the Demonic Tiger Mage, also possessed an enhanced transformation talent.
Like Alan, she could shift into a humanoid, a giant, a ferocious tiger, or a tiger-girl.
Reni awakened two spells: *Energy Resistance* (Level 2) and *Flight* (Level 3).
Needless to say, *Flight* was impressive enough to make Alan envious.
*Energy Resistance* covered five types: fire, lightning, acid, cold, and sonic energy.
Once cast, it reduced damage from attacks utilizing any of these energy attributes.
The exact amount of damage reduction depended on the caster's Spirit stat.
The final highlight was Reni's Level 3 Atavistic Form, which combined traits from both the Tiger-kin and Ogre Mage bloodlines.
In this Atavistic Form, Reni's minions automatically transformed into Level 2 enchanted weapons.
Her beast armor was reinforced so that it could only be pierced by enchanted silver weapons of Level 1 or higher.
This was the standard state for a Level 3 Atavistic Beast-kin.
And then came the most amazing part. Atavistic Renée gained a +6 bonus to her Constitution, Agility, Spirit, and Natural Armor!
Alan was slightly shocked.
You have to remember that the Poison Demon atavistic forms—and even the Poison Demon-Pantherman bloodlines he had previously fused—hadn't provided *any* Spirit bonuses!
Finally, Atavistic Renée also gained the Ogre Mage's signature skill: Magic Resistance Barrier!
Currently, her Magic Resistance Barrier was at Level 2. As her rank increased, it would reach at least Level 3.
Alan was very pleased with the results of the experiment.
Renée was also surprised by her own transformation.
Excited, she shifted into a tigress, pounced on Alan, and began nuzzling and licking him.
Alan picked up the big cat and, out of habit, started petting her.
Petting a cat is a very relaxing activity.
However, as he stroked her, the fluffy cat in his arms transformed into a naked, supple young woman—a change that was anything but relaxing.
Renée clung to Alan, wearing nothing but white stockings.
Her doe-like eyes were dewy; still beautiful, but no longer innocent—they betrayed a burning desire.
"What are you looking at?"
Alan gave her a sharp smack on the backside.
"Hurry up and turn back into a big cat! I'm not done yet!"
"Enough! If I wait for you to finish, I'll feel sick!"
Renée blushed, pinned him to the bed, and straddled him. "Thank you for strengthening my bloodline and helping me get through this difficult time."
"Just lie back. I'll repay you."
"You're just taking advantage of me!" Allen propped his head on his hand and glared at her. "Is *this* how you repay your boss?"
"Big Sister Maria knows your worth," Renée said with a shy smile. "I won't cheat you this time. I'll buy the ticket first, then get on the bus."
"What do you mean...?" Allen asked, frowning as he looked at her.
"With the wages Master Shiva pays me as a nanny and the bonuses from selling tofu recipes, I've saved up quite a bit of money this year... I can still afford to buy you a night of pleasure."
Allen knew that Renée was truly broke.
Ever since Renée had driven out the ungrateful Phoebus, she had completely severed ties with her family and was no longer the eldest daughter of the Kochis family.
Without family support, she had to earn her own living.
She couldn't even afford the magic stones needed for daily practice, let alone the resources for advancing her skills, such as martial arts techniques and spells.
It was no wonder that, finding herself in such a predicament, she had simply become a loafer.
Seeing the mix of shyness and smugness on Renée's face, Allen suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart.
"Who do you think you are? I'm not just anyone's to use!"
"Forgive me... I don't deserve this," Renée said, lowering her head and sobbing. Alan sighed and said to her, "You're poorer than I am, so don't waste your money. I don't mind spending a little on you."
Reni lifted her tear-streaked face; her eyes were full of surprise.
"If you need me, just call me. Why spend money? ...I think you're a fool!"
"I could do it without spending money, but the nature of it would be different."
Alan stroked her silky thighs and spoke calmly.
"Those terms of service aren't listed in the agreement you signed."
"Since this service isn't included in the contract, we're equals when it comes to intimacy."
"I paid for your services, which is why I'm here."
"...the master, the owner. You silly girl, you don't understand the joy of superiority."
"Why wouldn't I understand? Don't underestimate me, you mean little brother!"
After all, what male master hadn't flirted with his maid?
Of course, Reni understood that her arrogant little brother's flimsy arguments were merely a pretext to pad his own pocket money.
Deeply moved, the Tiger-girl became even more brazen.
She openly rode her master like a horse, leaning forward to look him in the eye with a shy, provocative smile:
"Aren't I the one in the superior position right now?"
"...How can a servant ride on her master's head?" Allen's face darkened. "Get down!"
Reni ignored his angry rebuke; she smiled and, sticking out her tongue, licked his face like a puppy.
Unable to tolerate it any longer, Allen grabbed her by the waist and, with a sharp tug, pulled the defiant Tiger-girl close against him.
grabbed her by the waist, pushing more of myself inside of her tight pussy. Loud moans rang out as I repeatedly thrust. Raising my body I gave her a passionate kiss and moved us over to the edge of the bed.
"It's my turn now," I said as I had her lay on her stomach. "Alright, now arch that back,"
She followed my every command without fail, her beautiful ass stuck up for me to enjoy. Kissing her back a few times as I moved lower, giving the entrance to her swollen pussy a soft lick, making sure to leave some saliva behind. I stood behind her grabbing my slong and rubbing it back and forth across her clit, at this point a simple touch sent her body into a spiral.
"You ready Reni? I'm going to go all out..." I asked as I continued to rub circles on her clit. "You are so fucking hot, I love this place."
I inserted myself and began delivering as much pleasure as I could, throwing in a hard slap on the ass occasionally until her ass was beat red.
"Im cumming Alan holy shit...," She yelled out in pleasure, unable to control her shaky voice. "Don't stop! Harder!"
Feeling the end was near I gave it my all, Reni bouncing hard off me, my dick diving all the way in and out. The inside of Reni tightening by the second, making it even more pleasurable.
"AAAHHHHHHH!" Reni yelled out as she lifted her ass slightly, letting my dick and fluid gush out as she squirted everywhere, covering my mattress.
She lay there in her own puddle quivering, pleasure sending her body into involuntary twitches.