I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 38: Talent Stripping

Qiao Suisui shuddered all over when she heard his words, and although she hadn’t thought about Lanze, this excellent benefit was of course meant for her own use. But Zong Fang’s words reminded her of those Beastmen who traded raw stones on the Star Network and later ran into trouble, increasingly being robbed by Beastmen from all directions, with many obituaries searchable in related posts.

Unwilling subconsciously to tell Zong Fang that she intended to use it to awaken her spiritual power, she reluctantly responded, "Got it."

Zong Fang gave her a sidewards glance and saw that she obediently put down the raw stone, but his irritation grew rather than subsided.

Was she really planning to give it to that blind man?

This ungrateful woman, using his things to please another wild man.

Zong Fang felt his teeth itch with hate and he bit her in one go.

"Mmm!"

Although he bit her, he controlled his strength. His teeth grazed her soft lips, evolving from a bite into a deep kiss. He gradually closed his eyes and pulled her tightly into his arms, his movements intricate and passionate amidst the entwining of their lips and tongues.

He felt that Qiao Suisui was like a poppy, beautifully appealing on the surface but addictively enticing within, the more he wanted to quit her, the more agony he felt.

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He only released her when he sensed she was almost out of breath. Retreating from her lips, he left a glistening thread of saliva, adding a touch of ambiguity to the moment.

"Qiaoqiao, I have everything they have," he said.

Qiao Suisui was panting, her brain deprived of oxygen and struggling to keep up with his sudden change of subject.

Zong Fang touched her somewhat misty and dewy eyes and said, "Let’s forget the past, but from now on, can you focus only on me?"

He yearned to be the only male presence in those pure and vivid eyes, with no other male in sight.

As Qiao Suisui realized the moment had arrived, she shyly and actively wrapped her arms around his neck.

"As long as you are not angry with me, not rude to me, I... I’m willing," she said in a tiny voice, indicate her nervousness, but this held a different meaning in his ears.

The man smiled at her words, then immediately picked her up by her buttocks. As Qiao Suisui gasped softly, her snow-white legs clung to his strong waist, and with no leverage, she had to hold on to his neck.

Zong Fang no longer spoke, lifting his neck to kiss her passionately—the best response. With his muscular arms visibly clenching, his desire could no longer be restrained.

He tore away the obstructive clothes on her body and penetrated her. Then, as the room’s appearance transformed in response to its master’s emotions, Zong Fang and Qiao Suisui found themselves amidst a paradise. Quiet lakes and green fields surrounded by a towering tree under which she was pressed against the trunk. Branches swayed with the impact, leaves quivered gently, and a falling leaf drifted down, landing on the man’s naked shoulder, his back muscles tensely outlined.

Passionate breaths echoed in this slice of heaven.

...

Meanwhile, dozens of military Flying Ships settled in front of the two-story house.

A few hours earlier, Lanze had returned to the Flying Ship to fetch a jacket and was shaken out a mouthful of blood by a formidable pressure on his way back.

Defying the pressure, he hastily released his spiritual power to investigate and saw a silver-haired man walking steadily towards him.

Zong Fang, looking down from above at Lanze half-kneeling on the ground, scoffed with thick disdain in his eyes, causing Lanze to falter.

"Just you?"

Lanze did not speak, forcing himself to stand, only to see Zong Fang lazily snap his fingers, making him instantly kneel again.

This was the terrifying aspect of a top-tier male, and Zong Fang was the pinnacle among the top tiers as he always played ruthlessly. He turned his spiritual power into an invisible blade, directly severing Lanze’s tendons.

He looked at the man trying to get up from the ground and, with a sneer, broke his other leg.

"She is not something trash like you can possess. I’m not killing you today out of respect for the Leberli Family. If I hear you’ve interacted with her again, I will kill your entire family."

Having said that, he pocketed his hands, turned around, and left without giving the man on the ground another glance, as if he was throwing away a bag of trash.

Lanze’s face was deathly pale, and his body was sweating coldly, but he felt no pain. He kept trying to stand up only to fall again, fall and then stand up again.

He had to find a way to notify Sikoses, so he dragged himself forward with his hands, his body propping up from the ground. A trail of blood zigzagged behind him for five or six hundred meters, his fingernails lifted, revealing the bloody flesh underneath, yet he felt nothing and kept crawling. By the time he reached the edge of the Flying Ship, the front of his pants had been completely worn through, and his legs were bloody, with the bone showing at the wounds.

After sending a signal to Ruka using his willpower, Lanze fell backward onto the ground.

For the first time, he felt utterly useless. Even though he had no five senses, he had never felt inferior, but this was the most frustrating moment of his life; he couldn’t save the person he loved himself.

The combat unit led by Ruka was well-coordinated and trained. Angsi signaled at the front leading a team to break down the door, and Ruka was at the back. The team searched the entire building, but they didn’t find a trace of the two.

"Colonel, could they have already been moved?"

Ruka held back his panic and scrutinized the traces inside the house.

"Were the people we sent outside to search found anything just before we came in?"

"They’ve replied, no traces found."

Angsi frowned, "That’s strange. This has happened before when our men were searching for Zong Fang."

Ruka looked around and clenched his fist when he saw the crumpled sheets on the bed.

"They must still be here. I can sense a spiritual power of the same level."

Zong Fang sensed it too.

He looked down at the unconscious girl in his arms, kissed the top of her head, then pecked her lips—not enough with just one, he deepened the kiss.

After a delightful indulgence, the person in his arms clearly couldn’t withstand the stimulation, but by then, he was beyond caring about reason. Tasting her, touching her soft and slick skin, he just wanted more, his eyes and brows filled with satisfaction.

Ruka might as well stay on guard; his space had enough supplies to let them last several nights together without a problem. The only thing missing was female necessities, like clothes.

He looked down at Qiao Suisui’s bare, smooth body and smiled smirkily.

This was quite good too.

[Host, Talent Stripping was successful. Congratulations on lighting up Talent Slot 1: Infinite Self-healing.]

Qiao Suisui faintly heard the prompt in her daze and slowly came to, her body feeling completely drained, even to the marrow of her bones.

She moved slightly, and Zong Fang immediately looked over.

"Awake?"

Her eyes still had the haze of just waking up. Seeing this, Zong Fang smiled, stroked her hair, and brought water to her lips.

Qiao Suisui took a couple of sips and asked, "Aren’t we going out?"

She had obtained the Talent she wanted. Every additional minute entangled with him was a minute more of danger.