Although quickly achieving the goal of extracting research objectives through friendly conversation, it seems to be a bit too overly intimate.
Except for the White Tiger Species slave who was brought in halfway at Fisher’s request, the rest of the beauties are outstanding slaves, particularly skilled in seduction and winning favor; otherwise, they wouldn’t have survived until now, continually being traded by the Elves until finally reaching Master Tao.
As the conversation progressed, these beautiful slaves seed genuinely moved; anyway, they just wanted to consu Fisher entirely, starting with just hands and feet, then later, as Fisher kept asking, they pressed against him, making it difficult for this gentleman to maintain his composure...
He turned his head to glance at the few demi-humans in the tent, sleeping in disarray due to exhaustion, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.
These slaves are pitiful, to have tonight is lucky enough, so let them rest well.
Fisher bent down, blew the cool breeze within this enchanted Taoyuan, yet the heat in his abdon did not ease one bit.
Seeing that several attempts at calming his breath were ineffective, Fisher, panting heavily, couldn’t help but rember the thod taught by Hooked Kiss.
Thus, he hurried under a peach tree away from the camp, and his hands ticulously assud the posture taught by Hooked Kiss, slowly calming his mind, repeating the desire-avoidance movent.
"Steady the spirit, calm the mind, abstain from lust and impatience..."
Yet after finishing the set of movents, Fisher was shocked to find the heat in his abdon not only failed to ease but also beca more severe, causing beads of sweat to erge subtly from his brows, as if enduring so unspeakable trial and tornt.
Fisher frowned against the peach tree before him; the fresh night breeze seed polluted by the females sleeping a hundred ters away in the tent, becoming sticky and aromatic, making Fisher’s grasp on the peach tree increasingly intense.
No effect? Why?
Could it be Hooked Kiss is harming ?!
Yes, Fisher keenly sensed that after perfectly replicating Hooked Kiss’s set of movents, the Flas of Reproduction instead burned more fiercely, as if a can of liquor was poured on water, the fire becoming frightfully intense.
But thinking carefully, Hooked Kiss has no reason to sche against him on such a trivial matter... also, upon consideration, it’s particularly low and baffling, a deed Hooked Kiss’ personality would absolutely never commit, only Helair, that lunatic, would...
Just as this idea surfaced, Fisher’s expression montarily froze, the scenario suddenly crashing into his mind without a way out.
He thoughtfully glanced around, scanning with no discoveries, just as he shook his head to dismiss this guess, right before him, an exceptionally large and round peach abruptly fell from the peach tree...
Fisher paused slightly, supporting the peach tree before him, gradually looking up...
He saw atop the peach tree he was supporting, under the illusory dusky moonlight, the exquisite, robe-clad Angel Helair innocently blinking at him.
In the night, her white jade-like slender legs playfully swayed, only ceasing when Fisher noticed her, then awkwardly raised her jade foot, coincidentally blocking the line of sight beneath, where Fisher was slightly taken aback, locking eyes with her.
Soon, her charming voice leisurely passed, seeming to tease while expressing surprise.
She said,
"Ah, what a big tent."
"..."
Fisher’s hand grasping the peach tree suddenly drove three points deep, instantly embedding beneath the bark, emitting a sharp cracking sound.
"Crunch!!"
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