"Witch! I'm a farmer—I have no interest in women!"
Alan warned Sharapova with a polite expression.
"Don't touch me, or I'll use 'Capture'!"
Hearing this, Sharapova felt more at ease.
So, he's a virgin; no wonder he seems so clueless.
A little flirting would be enough to charm a young man like him.
Alan smiled flirtatiously as he unbuttoned her shirt.
She slowly removed her bra...
Just as I expected.
Her snow-white peaks instantly drew the handsome man's gaze like a magnet.
Alan's face went blank, his eyes fixed on her bosom.
He swallowed hard.
Sharapova smiled triumphantly.
She beckoned him with a finger, her voice sweet as honey.
"Come here, handsome~"
Alan didn't move.
Instead, he backed away in a panic.
"Don't do that!"
"I'm an honest man!"
"Put your clothes back on!"
"Heh-heh..."
Shava walked closer, smiling, and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Handsome, you're saying the exact opposite of what you're thinking!"
"You really *do* want to touch them..."
"Umm..."
Alan raised his hand, then awkwardly lowered it again.
His face flushed red.
Shava took another step forward.
"Poor handsome little brother, spending all day messing around with crickets. What kind of future is that?"
"You're a grown man, yet you know nothing about sex!" "I'm kind; I'll teach you step by step."
Shava grabbed his hand and pressed it against her chest.
Alan touched her reluctantly.
A shiver ran through his body, as if he had been struck by an electric shock.
Once that barrier was crossed, things moved rapidly.
Without needing Shava's guidance, his hands began to roam all over her body.
Taking advantage of her distraction, he swiped the storage pouch and hid it in his sleeve.
Shava herself, slightly distracted by his touch, let out a soft gasp.
Completely unsuspecting, she let the young man grope her, unaware that he had also stolen the bag of magical materials.
Shava gently stroked Alan's muscular chest and asked with a smile:
"Hey, handsome! Who's better—me or Cricket?"
"Hey!"
"Want to do something... indecent with me?"
"Yes! Very much!"
"Unfortunately, I have urgent business tonight."
"I get no pleasure from your pleasure, so—thanks to the pandemic—you've become a ghost!"
A sinister grin suddenly appeared on Shava's face.
She immediately activated her Level 3 Atavism form!
Her delicate hands suddenly transformed into vines that coiled around Alan's neck, tightening like a noose!
At the same time, her legs turned into two thick vines covered in sharp teeth.
Wrapping around Alan's waist, they thrashed violently, like a chainsaw running at full power! "Heh-heh-heh... handsome, you just sliced me in two!" Shava, transformed into a chainsaw-wielding monster, laughed wildly.
However...
Her laughter soon died away.
Alan stood motionless.
He silently activated his "soft bone-plate armor" to withstand the bite of the saw blades.
Shava was astonished to find...
Her legs—transformed into living chainsaws—couldn't even slice through the man's flesh!
"Is that it?"
Alan crossed his arms, a look of scorn on his face.
The vines wrapped around his neck didn't stop him from mocking her.
"You... damn you!"
Shava, beside herself with rage, gritted her teeth.
"My spiked chainsaw can cut through an iron pillar!"
"I can't believe this! Your waist is harder than iron!"
Squeezing her thighs with all her might, she furiously revved the saw blades!
The moment they made contact, a loud crash rang out and sparks flew!
In the blink of an eye, the saw teeth were ground down.
Forget severing Alan's waist—she hadn't even left a scratch!
"How... is this possible?!"
Shava's face was a mask of horror and disbelief!
"Is that all you've got?"
Alan smirked, channeling his magical power into his lower body.
"Sorry, now it's my turn!"
With a sharp thrust of his hips, he shattered her bones!
CRACK!
The moment they slammed together, a sudden, deafening roar erupted! Shara's spiked chainsaw proved nowhere near as durable as the Flower Queen's petals, and Allen smashed it to smithereens.
She collapsed into the grass, unconscious.
Shara's lower body felt as though it had been blasted by a cannon!
Her thighs were shattered to pieces—a truly gruesome sight!
"Tch! How boring!"
Allen spat contemptuously.
"I hadn't had enough fun yet, and you've already broken."
He walked over, grabbed Shara by the collar, and hoisted her up.
*Smack!* A barrage of slaps followed!
Shara shuddered and snapped awake!
Seeing Allen's face—at once seemingly innocent and yet bloodthirsty—she was terrified and nearly fainted again.
Allen lifted the mangled sorceress and sniffed her face.
"You're scared and angry right now, aren't you?"
"Negative emotions cause you to exude a sweet aroma."
"That's the scent of your blood, and it smells delicious."
"If you get even more terrified and desperate, the aroma will grow stronger—until the fruit is perfectly ripe."
"You pervert!" Shara screamed, trembling.
...out of fear. "Are you... planning to eat people?!"
"That depends on whether you remain human."
Alan's whisper was like that of a devil murmuring in her ear.
He pressed his left hand against Sharapova's trembling chest, forcing a bone spike to protrude.
*Thwip!*
The bone spike pierced Sharapova's body.
Alan ignored her screams and injected her with the "Faun Inducer."
Sharapova's screams grew increasingly piercing.
The sound was less human than the howl of a beast.
Under the influence of the induction hormone, the last vestiges of her sanity collapsed, and she became completely possessed!
In the moonlight, a blood-red vein appeared on her lovely face.
*Snap!*
Shava's head split into eight equal petals along the veins.
The exposed cranial cavity resembled a massive flower made of flesh and blood.
The muscular lining of this flesh-and-blood flower writhed ceaselessly.
Countless tiny, calcified spikes jutted from it, resembling a dense web of teeth.
Shava's neck suddenly elongated!
Brandishing the fang-lined flower of flesh and blood, she lunged at Alan.
Like a bloody maw, it tried to devour his head!
Alan calmly raised his right hand.
His palm, imbued with "Steel Rake," gleamed with a cold, metallic luster.
*Squelch!*
Alan's fingers, sharp as knives, plunged deep into the fleshy pistil. Pulling it out, he saw an egg-sized fruit resting in his palm.
Alan popped the fruit into his mouth and chewed vigorously.
*Crunch!*
Fresh and juicy—slightly tart at first, with a sweet aftertaste.
*Drip—*
"Consumed special ingredient: Saw-toothed Buckthorn Fruit!"
"Potential +2!"
"Agility +1!"
Current Stats: Physique 43, Agility 30, Spirit 51
Potential Reserve: 8 points
Alan smiled faintly and closed the system interface.
He enjoyed dealing with Nature Warlocks.
Especially those who managed to bloom and bear fruit after becoming possessed.
They always brought him surprises.
The possessed Sharla was dead.
Alan injected digestive fluid, completely destroying the body. He gathered up all the clothing and the daggers that couldn't be broken down.
He ensured no traces were left at the scene.
After taking a few steps, Alan turned back.
He dug a hole and gave Xiaoqiang the Cricket a respectful burial.
…
Alan returned to Sonia's camp.
He briefly recounted the story of how he had killed Sharla in retaliation, then set about treating Marlo and Hugo.
The Heaven-Replenishing Potion could restore blood purity.
However, Alan had a better idea.
The Gluttony System, fueled by burning potential, offered three main functions:
Blood Purification.
Blood Fusion.
Blood Evolution.
Alan frequently utilized the first two functions. He had not yet attempted bloodline evolution.
Today presented a perfect opportunity to run a test.
Both Hellhounds and Winter Wolves could evolve into high-level magical beasts.
The evolved form of the Hellhound is known as the "Ness War Hound."
Ness is the deepest layer of the Nine Hells.
The Ness War Hound has a more common name.
The Three-Headed Hellhound!
The evolved form of the Winter Wolf is known as the "Thrym Hound."
Thrym is the legendary "God of the Frost Giants."
It is said that the Winter Wolf clan was founded by Thrym.
The Church of Thrym has since vanished.
The "Thrym Hound" has been superseded by the more accessible "Greater Winter Wolf."
Marlow the Hellhound, Hugo the Winter Wolf.
Had the conditions for evolution been met?
With a sense of uncertainty, Allen activated his telepathy, establishing a mental link with the two demonic wolves.
Maintaining this mental connection allowed him to use the Gluttony System to directly monitor their conditions and perform a series of analytical calculations.
A moment later, the system displayed the evolution requirements for the Hellhound and the Winter Wolf.
The first two requirements were identical.
· Bloodline purity ≥ 7%.
· Cultivation level ≥ Late Stage 3.
The final requirement differed slightly between the two wolves.
The Hellhound was leaner and agility-oriented.
Its Agility and Mentality attributes needed to be at least 20 points prior to evolution.
The Winter Wolf was taller and more robust, focusing on Strength. Physical and mental stats must be at least 20 points.
Marlow and Hugo's stats had already surpassed the minimum evolutionary requirements.
The development of the twin wolves—already in the early stages of the fourth phase—had already crossed the evolutionary threshold.
Had it not been for unforeseen circumstances that forced the Wolf siblings to extract their blood essence—causing their blood purity to drop below 5%...
Marlow and Hugo would have evolved on their own within five years!
Fortunately, they met Allen.
It was not too late to restore their damaged bloodlines.
Not long ago, Allen had drawn blood from the twin wolves.
Using the blood samples, he extracted the blood essence of the Hellhound and the Winter Wolf.
Baiting could have performed a similar operation.
However, the efficiency and side effects were vastly different!
Allen could extract small amounts of blood, using his poison glands to purify the blood essence without causing...
...without causing any harm to the recipient.
However, the "Baiting" method would have severely compromised the recipient's viability, lowered their blood purity, and could potentially even have caused instant death.
The technological difference between the two methods is akin to the difference between laser printing and woodblock printing.
Alan spent two potential points to develop the blood essences of Marlow and Hugo.
In less than two minutes, he obtained one "Three-Headed Cerberus Lineage Essence" and one "High-Level Winter Wolf Lineage Essence."
Then, Alan injected the blood essence into the wolves.
A high-level lineage automatically overwrites any low-level lineages within the same bloodline.
Finally, Alan administered a dose of the "Heaven-Replenishing Potion" to Marlow and Hugo.
Raising the blood purity of the two wolves to 7% was an outstanding result!
The higher the lineage purity, the greater the chance of evolution.
Marlow and Hugo lived up to Alan's expectations.
After an hour of meditation, both showed impressive results!
At the same time, they broke through the barrier and advanced together to the late Fourth Stage!
Once their evolution was complete, Marlow and Hugo appeared outwardly like ordinary Hellhounds and Winter Wolves.
However, when they activated their Level 4 atavistic form, their true nature was revealed!
Marlow's evolved form stood nearly six meters tall and was completely pitch-black.
He possessed an extraordinarily thick neck that split into three ferocious wolf heads!
Each head was capable of spewing hellfire. Marlow's tail has transformed into an organ resembling a scorpion's tail.
It culminates in a sharp, venomous stinger!
Upon stinging a victim, it injects a Level 5 paralyzing toxin.
The three-headed hellhound's fangs and stinger count as Level 2 enchanted weapons.
They also possess innate damage resistance that requires at least a Level 1 alchemized silver weapon to penetrate.
The transition from hellhound form to three-headed hound form significantly boosts all of Marlow's stats.
+4 to Constitution and Spirit.
+8 each to Agility and Natural Armor.
Hugo's evolved form: Supreme Winter Wolf.
Clearly more majestic than the three-headed hellhound!
It stands at least eight meters tall at the withers, and an icy chill radiates from its snow-white coat.
The fur is coarse and sharp; every single hair is like a steel needle!
Anyone attempting to attack the Supreme Winter Wolf at close range will be instantly repelled by its icy armor.
The Supreme Winter Wolf retains the two talents it possessed prior to evolution—"Ice Bite" and "Frost Breath"—but their power is doubled!
The Supreme Winter Wolf also awakens the Level 4 spell "Ice Storm"!
This unleashes a blizzard accompanied by heavy hail.
Within the area engulfed by the "Ice Storm," one must not only endure the blizzard's destructive force but also watch out for fist-sized hailstones that could strike you on the head! The stat bonuses for Hugo in his evolved form are comparable to Marlow's.
Agility and Spirit: +4 each.
Constitution and Natural Armor: +8 each.
In short, the three-headed Hellhound and the higher-level Winter Wolf are equally powerful.
It's just that the former is more agile, while the latter is stronger.
The experiment involving the bloodline evolution of the two wolves was a resounding success.
This delighted Allen and sparked new ideas.
In fact, beyond Winter Wolves and Hellhounds, other bloodlines with clear evolutionary paths can also evolve.
For instance, an Ogre can transform into an Ogre Mage.
Then there are Devils and Demons; both groups possess their own complete evolutionary trees.
They can all evolve from low-level Devils (or Demons) to mid-level ones, and finally to high-level ones.
Wait a minute!
A Devil...?
Allen turned his head to look at Sonia, who was making the bed.
What a coincidence.
Sonia, surprisingly, turned out to be a Hell Warlock who had awakened a devilish bloodline!
This meant Allen could use a similar method to advance the evolution of Sonia's devilish bloodline!
Sonia, sensing his intense gaze, seemed to misunderstand the situation.
She smiled back, her eyes filled with tenderness.
"Don't be impatient, my dear." "I'll make the bed and take a shower, and then we can have sex!"
"Don't rush into kissing just yet," Allen said, taking her slender hand. "Sonya, I have an idea, and I need your help."
"What new positions have you come up with?" Sonya asked excitedly. "If it's not too difficult, I'll play along!"
"No... stop thinking about sex all the time."
Allen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Marlowe and Hugo have completed their bloodline evolution."
"You've seen the results, and they're quite impressive."
"If you want, I can apply the same technique to you."
"
Oh! Can I transform into a higher-level demon too?
Sonya suddenly grew excited.
"That depends on whether you meet the evolutionary requirements."
Alan extended his left hand, and a bone spike shot out from his palm.
"So, first I need to draw a little of your blood—as a test."
"You'll have to suck hard!"
Sonya narrowed her eyes and gave a mischievous smile.
"Usually, I'm the one sucking you off, but sometimes it gets pretty exciting when *you* do the sucking!"
Alan pinched her flushed cheeks and asked with a sigh, "Is there anything in that little head of yours besides dirty jokes?"
"Hehe! Sweetie, I'm usually a very serious person, but when I see you, I can't help but think about indecent things... Anyway, it's all your fault!"
Alan rolled his eyes. He didn't want to take the blame for that!
…
The results of Sonya's lineage analysis were perfect.
Currently, her atavistic form is the "Chain Demon."
There were several demon forms superior to the Chain Demon.
Overall, Sonya met the evolutionary criteria.
Among the various evolutionary paths, Alan recommended the "Lust Demon."
The requirements for transforming into a Lust Demon were stricter than those for the Twin Wolves.
First, the cultivation level had to be at least the late stage of Level 3.
Second, the purity of her demonic blood had to reach 7%.
Third, her physique, agility, and spirit stats all had to be at least 20.
Finally, she had to acquire a Spirit Magic spell of at least Level 2!
…
The evolutionary requirements were indeed demanding.
Sonya met every single one of them!
I have to say, this girl's talent is truly outstanding!
She could have chosen other evolutionary paths as well. For example, the Anzu Demon and the Bone Demon.
The overall power of these two types of demons rivals that of the Succubus.
However, both Sonya and Allen prefer the Succubus.
Succubi possess more versatile abilities.
They are capable of flight by nature.
They are proficient in melee combat, ranged attacks, and magic!
In the future, they can evolve into even more powerful, high-level Succubi!
Beyond these objective factors...
There is actually another factor: appearance.
The Anzumo is a fat, corpulent figure.
The Bonemo is scrawny—literally a bag of bones.
The Succubus is also known as the "Fallen Angel with Black Wings."
Their status among devils is equivalent to that of the Succubus among demons.
Within their tribes, they are considered paragons of beauty.
What young woman doesn't love beauty?
The three evolved forms share similar overall strengths.
Naturally, Sonya would happily choose the most beautiful form!
Allen felt the same way.
After all, no man would refuse the chance to have a beautiful, devilish girl—a "fallen angel"—by his side.
At midnight, Sonya Ya finally finished her meditation.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with astonishment.
A devilish bloodline, evolved exactly as desired!
Strength bonus: +2!
Spirit bonus: +2!
Thanks to the evolution of her bloodline, she also leveled up, reaching the end of the fourth stage.
All her attributes saw significant improvement!
Sonya now possessed two atavistic forms at the fourth stage. The Chain Demon and the Lust Demon.
Alan had already seen the form of the Chain Demon.
Sonia's Lust Demon form was even more stunning!
A fallen angel clad in black armor, with black wings.
Her waist-length hair cascaded like a waterfall of coal-black strands.
Her beautiful face glowed with a peach-like radiance, yet remained as cold as ice—as frost itself.
She was armed with a sword and a longbow wreathed in hellfire.
A long, supple whip, woven from the witch's own hair, was coiled around her waist.
At first glance, she appeared beautiful and alluring.
She even possessed an aura of awe-inspiring sanctity and untouchability that banished any thought of blasphemy.
Yet, upon closer inspection, the truth became clear...
This witch possessed a captivating duality: cold on the outside, yet passionate within!
Her eyes were mesmerizing and enchanting.
Unlike typical succubi, who openly and brazenly employ seduction, she did not.
This succubus was also known as a "fallen angel."
For she had once been an angel—a noblewoman of high birth, reserved and withdrawn.
She was the perfect embodiment of "passionate yet restrained."
She appeared serious, yet in private, she was more playful than anyone else.
It was precisely this prim demeanor that highlighted the unique charm of the "fallen angel."
Sonia's succubus form came fully equipped with her gear. Hellish armor!
Flaming longsword!
Flaming longbow!
Animated whip!
All gear is Tier 2 enchanted!
Infused with the spirit of succubus ancestors, you automatically master exquisite techniques for swordsmanship, archery, and whip-fighting.
When wearing heavy armor, you can fly and fight without hindrance!
As a succubus, you possess natural immunity to fire.
Innate resistance to acid and cold, as well as Tier 4 poison resistance.
Diabolical armor with automatic damage reduction. Only silver weapons of Tier 2 or higher can penetrate the defense.
Diabolical vision
...ability capable of piercing the darkness evolves into True Sight!
This is a passive "True Sight" ability.
It functions exactly like Alan's Clairvoyance.
She can see through almost all illusions and lies!
Sonya's Lust Form provides comprehensive stat bonuses.
Constitution, Agility, Spirit, and Natural Armor all increase by +8!
Each of Sonya's two atavistic forms possesses unique characteristics.
In Alan's view, the Chain Demon form is suited for melee crowd control.
The Lust Form is an all-rounder capable of anything!
Broadly speaking, it is excellent for aerial sniping.
Sonya's greatest strength lies in her ability to flexibly switch between her two atavistic forms depending on the battlefield situation.
As she levels up, Sonya awakens three spells.
Level 3 "Fear."
Level 4 "Wall of Fire."
Level 4 "Dimensional Anchor."
"Dimensional Anchor" deserves special mention.
When cast on a target, this spell temporarily blocks their ability to teleport.
Whether it is teleportation magic or techniques like "Thousand-Mile Idle Garden," they are all blocked!
When fighting enemies capable of teleportation, hitting them with "Dimensional Anchor" first is a fundamental strategy.
"Brother Alan, thank you for helping me complete my bloodline evolution."
"I need to report to the Amazing Circus tomorrow morning." "You'll also have to go to the Mushroom Garden and join the Southern Island mages' group..."
"Since we have one night left to spend together, I want to repay you!"
Sonya's face flushed.
Right before Alan's eyes, she shed her "Fallen Angel" guise and fully embraced her succubus nature.
"Sonya..."
"Mmm... Nngh..."
Just a moment ago, she had been teasing him, but now she let out a soft moan. The tail behind him unfurled silently, and a faint scent wafted through the cramped carriage. When Alan interrupted her again, she felt a fire flare up within her.
"Ah...!" she moaned in surprise. But a second later, a mischievous smirk bloomed on her face; her tail twined with mine, and she slowly lowered her hips. Her wet sex rubbed against my cock, coating it in her juices, teasing and tickling the tip. I knew she was playing with me, but I couldn't wait any longer—my desire was driving me wild. I pushed against her, pinning her arms down against my stomach. My hand quickly grabbed her waist and pulled her in, driving my cock into her pussy. As soon as the tip entered—while I kept pulling her closer—my cock suddenly swelled and rubbed roughly against her inner walls.
"Aaaaaah!" she moaned loudly. Her body jerked with pleasure.
"Hahaha... feels good, doesn't it?" My hips rocked her body impatiently, while my arms—still wrapped around her and resting on my stomach—pressed her breasts tight, making her curves stand out even more.
"So good... ha... ha..." A mischievous smile played on her lips, and her eyes gleamed with arousal—just like mine—as her waist moved in rhythm with my thrusts.
Our eyes met again; our breathing quickened, and our minds were consumed by pleasure. Every thrust of mine was met by a movement from her, allowing me to satisfy her to her very core. Every moment of friction sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
Gradually, our breathing gave way to soft chuckles that slowly grew into a sinister laugh, rising in volume. The loud sounds of our bodies slapping together were clearly audible.
She shuddered.
"Ah... I think I'm about to cum—haha..."
"Agh... Aggh... Agggh... Agggh... I'm cumming... Aggh!" we both groaned loudly as our hot fluids mingled with hers.
*Ting*
I sighed with relief. Just as I pulled back and withdrew my cock from her, she spoke again.
"Are you done already?" she asked teasingly. A mischievous smile played on her lips.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward me.
"Are you making fun of me?" I asked, annoyed.
She lifted her chin haughtily, a sly smile appearing on her face.
"You've just unlocked your demonic form; you'd better not suppress it, or you won't be able to control your urges in the future."
"Then let's keep going."
"Alright." Without hesitation, she pushed against me and guided my cock back into her vagina.
"Uff..." I groaned. She moved her hips impatiently, a mischievous smile on her face, her eyes watching my expression as if to assert her dominance over me. I rolled onto my side, switching positions, broke free of her control, and began thrusting furiously.
"Don't you dare... haha... underestimate me!"
"Ngh!" she growled, trying to restrain my movements while smiling slyly. "I want to... — yeah — say the same thing, too." She stood up and pushed me the other way without letting go of my cock; her waist moved back and forth, trembling, heating it up with every rub against her body.
"Ah... hhhhaahh..." — a groan escaped my lips. It felt so good that I could barely hold it back. I turned her around, took the initiative, and gripped her hand tightly. My hip movements grew sharper and faster as we neared the climax.
"Aaaaaaa!!!" — we groaned loudly, reaching the peak of pleasure.
*Ting*
It wasn't until dawn that the sounds inside the tent finally died down.
Alan held the exhausted "Fallen Angel" in his arms and drifted into a deep sleep.
In his half-slumber, Alan suddenly realized...
It seemed he had inadvertently achieved something:
He had slept with a succubus—and a succubus.