Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 487 The Incompetent Wife.MP4
"Slurp... slurp... slurp..."

A strange, licking sound, like a tongue scraping a bowl, drifted silently through the dark space, carrying far and wide.

"what……"

Occasionally, strange and eerie breathing sounds could be heard, making the whole scene quite bizarre, as if a monster was wantonly feasting on its own blood in the darkness.

But for some reason, instead of chewing, it perversely licked its prey inch by inch with its tongue, savoring every last bit of its flavor.

If an outsider were to accidentally wander into this dark cell by chance, they would surely be uneasy and terrified by the eerie sounds, constantly on guard against the hidden predators.

However, if it were someone familiar with the situation, they could easily figure out the source of the strange noise with a little thought.

Because if you pay close attention and follow the sound to its source, you can discover the truth behind the strange noise.

"Slurp... slurp... ha!!!"

From the enormous black iron coffin came a sigh that sounded like "a middle-aged old man who had been forced to drink a mouthful of top-grade liquor."

"Really cool!"

The person inside the coffin was savoring some kind of fine wine, emitting a strange, satisfied laugh, and speaking with a hint of intoxication.

"Hehehe, not bad! Slurp!"

"Ha—that's the feeling! After he became that apostle, the flavor is even stronger and more exciting than before... Hehe, awesome!"

"Just one more tiny sip, just one tiny sip... Ah!"

Suddenly, the laughter from the coffin stopped, and a moment later a shrill scream rang out.

It sounds like the pitiful wail of "a drunken old man who wakes up to find his beautiful wife and concubines stolen by someone else, and he is just an incompetent husband".

Bang!
The coffin was slammed down heavily, as if someone had kicked it hard in a fit of rage, and the heavy coffin body trembled slightly.

then……

Click!

The lid of the black iron coffin seemed to have been shaken and slammed shut, locking itself tightly.

?

The person inside the coffin finally realized the problem and panicked, banging on the coffin lid: "Hey, hey, wait! That's not what I meant! I wasn't targeting you!"

dong dong!

"Open the door! We can talk this out!"

"I really didn't mean to—"

After pleading so humbly and pitifully for a while, the black iron coffin finally opened automatically at a "just right" moment.

After the coffin lid was opened, the mysterious being inside did not make any rash moves, fearing that the coffin, which lacked martial virtue, would trap her again. She continued to speak kindly and obsequiously for a long time.

A moment later, a slender hand with excessively pale skin tentatively reached out from the coffin.

Extend, extend, retreat!
Extend—extend—withdraw!

After several tests, it was finally confirmed that it was safe, and I was completely relieved.

"call……"

Then, a beautiful head with blood at the corner of its mouth and a somewhat sinister look emerged from the coffin, pouting in dissatisfaction.

"Damn it, I didn't eat much! How did it all disappear?"

The vampire lady stood up in the coffin, stretched, and with a light leap, bounced out gracefully.

With her beautiful face, slightly furrowed brows, and the noble air about her every move, she looked like a proud and pampered noblewoman hidden away in her boudoir.

Of course, this is on the premise that she wasn't carrying a clean, large earthenware pot in one hand.

The moment these two earthenware pots appeared, no amount of noble air could be suppressed; they looked just like potatoes and pickles that had been stored in a cellar for two and a half years.

But Eliza didn't care about how others saw her, and carefully examined the two earthenware pots again.

Sure enough, she did find a little bit of the remaining deliciousness.

"Haha! There's one drop left!"

She held the jar upside down, mouth agape, hoping gravity would do her a favor.

"what--"

But that drop of holy blood seemed to have fermented, turning into a semi-solid gel, and refused to drip from the jar wall.

"Tsk."

Eliza waited for a while, then clicked her tongue impatiently.

"Forget it, I'll just go straight to it!"

Since there was no one else around, she simply stuck her whole head into the jar and started licking it with her tongue.

"Slurp—ha!"

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After reluctantly cleaning her head with her tongue, Eliza finally accepted reality and helplessly pulled her head out.

"Ugh!"

Eliza looked at the jar, its inner walls cleaner than her face, and muttered under her breath, "Herbert said to give me less, afraid I'd get addicted... Isn't that underestimating me?"

"How could I possibly lack self-control? Are you kidding me!"

The vampire lady grinned maliciously and snorted defiantly, "I eat it every day now, and I don't feel addicted at all! How could I be addicted?"

The vampire lady, who felt she really wanted to but actually had no self-awareness (a complete lack of self-awareness), silently complained about Herbert's inhumane treatment, and then stretched vigorously.

"Hmph, I'll settle the score with him properly when he gets back..."

Now that the reserves of Holy Blood were running low, Eliza had lost interest in staying in the coffin and wasting her time. She decided to go and chat with her friend to jointly denounce Herbert's atrocities.

Humph.

It's already this late, and they still haven't come looking for me. They must have gone to find that mermaid first.

Although Miss Vampire knew that she and her companions were only supporting characters and hadn't contributed much in the battle against the giant tree-man, so asking for a reward was unreasonable... she didn't care about that.

How can these be the same?

Even if you put in a little effort, you've still put in effort, and you're entitled to compensation!
There's no reason to work for someone for free.
Wouldn't that mean someone is just taking our labor for free?
Besides, whether or not there's a reward... frankly, it's just a tacit statement, a code that everyone has to understand.

There will be a reward, and Herbert will come to comfort her.

If there's no reward, does that mean he won't come to favor her?
How could I not come!
Hmph, just a little quirk~
Eliza licked her lips excitedly, wondering what Herbert would do to her next, and her legs involuntarily tightened.

"I really went all out this time! Even if he's unreasonable, he can't punish me... No, how can he not punish me? What I want is for him to be a little rough with me!"

While the vampire girl was lost in her lewd fantasies about the exciting developments to come, she came to her senses and found herself already at her friend's treehouse.

The two were already acquainted, and Eliza had come to see Sfanie to kill time, so she naturally stepped inside.

"Sfanie, I've come to play with you!"

"Huh? Where is everyone?"

Miss Vampire hesitated for a moment, unable to find anyone, wondering, "Is she at a crucial point in her research where she can't afford to be distracted?"

Eliza thought for a moment, then stopped calling out and sat quietly in the wicker chair, waiting for her friend to finish her work before disturbing her.

"Let's wait for her. I'll think about how to get Herbert to cooperate with me..."

The naive vampire girl was unaware that at the very moment she stepped into the treehouse, her friend, busy with his research, was actually studying the mysteries of life.

No, that description isn't entirely accurate.

To be precise, Sfanie no longer had the energy to consider anything else.

In the room filled with all sorts of materials, a huge bed was now covered with a bunch of "Svannies" in various shapes and sizes, lying crookedly.

Tall, short, slender, plump... no matter what they looked like, they all rolled their eyes slightly and were breathing heavily.

The entire force was sunk, with no one spared. In the center of the bed, Svannie's true form appeared slightly stronger, not completely collapsed, and while breathing slightly, she looked at the composed Herbert with a complicated expression.

"Ha ha……"

Seeing Herbert's raised eyebrows and the mocking look in his eyes as he looked at his "incompetent wife," she felt annoyed and wanted nothing more than to pounce on him and bite him.

hateful.

This beast!

He, he... he's a monster!

The ensuing hand-to-hand combat completely exceeded Sfanie's expectations and did not follow her script at all.

That didn't follow the script at all!

According to Sfanie's own expectations, although she might not be able to defeat Herbert on her first try, she should at least be able to put up a 50/50 fight.
She wasn't blindly confident; her confidence was based on sound reasoning.

Although I'm a novice in terms of operation, I'm not a complete novice in terms of knowledge; I understand the various operations of my clan.

Sfanie knew very well that her true form was no match for her, and that she had already given it her all by being able to hold on for even one time, but she wasn't worried about it.

It's okay if the body is fragile.

I have multiple clones!
As a master of flesh and blood clones, she planned to use a gauntlet attack on Herbert all by herself.

Having a short health bar is not a problem at all. As long as I have enough health bars, I will definitely be able to wear down the enemy!

Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.

With my own control over a dozen flesh and blood clones, I should be able to win, right?

Of course—the plan was ambitious, but the reality was harsh.

Once the actual combat began, Sfanie realized she had made a mistake.

What a huge miscalculation!

She seriously misjudged one thing.

She does indeed have many clones, and they do indeed have different forms, but she only has one soul.

It has a lot of health points, but the mental damage it suffers can all be accumulated on the same soul!

After the fourth clone was defeated, Sfanie finally realized the seriousness of the problem and tried to remedy it.

So—she chose to use all five clones at once.

This was an absolutely explosive move.

Sfanie finally understood.

The sensations transmitted from one clone are incomparable to the sensations transmitted from all five senses and multiple clones simultaneously.

But the price she paid to understand this simple truth was far too high...

This overcrowded bed is a bit too embarrassing.

Svanee could lose to Herbert, but her pride as a dark elf made her unable to accept such a crushing defeat!

She needs to find a way to turn the tide!
Just as Sfanie was racking her brains for a way to turn the tide, Eliza arrived.

Looking at her friend who had come to her door, Sfanie had a flash of inspiration.

"You are the one!"

The next second, the vampire lady, who was idly waiting for her friend in the treehouse, heard a joyful call from behind her.

"Eliza, come with me."

Ok?
"okay."

Eliza snapped out of her yellow fantasy and, without thinking too much, followed after them without even asking any questions.

This is normal; Sfanie has always been a person who is not good at talking.

Although it was said to be a conversation between the two, Eliza did most of the talking while Sfanie listened quietly.

So, as usual, Eliza started chatting as she went upstairs.

"Let me tell you, Herbert is really awful!"

"He only left me a tiny bit of holy blood. He must want me to beg him after I drink it, and then take the opportunity to do something bad to me..."

"Hey! Sfanie, what do you think? Should I let him have his way, or should I put up some resistance?"

However, Sfanie, who was standing in front of the door, did not answer the question. Instead, she slowly turned her head and gave Eliza a strange look that made her subconsciously want to take a step back.

What's going on?!?
"What are you doing... eh!?"

Before Eliza could react, the door suddenly opened, and a large hand swiftly reached out from behind it, grabbing her wrist in one fell swoop.

"Herbert!?"

Eliza was startled, but breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was Herbert.

Then—upon seeing his naked body behind the door, her smile instantly froze.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

"W-What's going on!?"

The vampire glanced at the dark elf beside him, then at the paladin in front of him, and suddenly realized that it was all part of a scheme.

"Wait! What are you doing?"

"want."

Herbert quickly covered Eliza's mouth, accepted her invitation, and pulled her into the room.

bang.

The gate was tightly shut, and no more sound came from inside.

……

……

(chew, chew, chew, chew)

"Ok?"

Valentina, who was happily eating, stopped again, her brows furrowing as she blinked. "What's wrong with me? I think I heard someone screaming?"

Regarding this question, Sfanie, who had just sent her teammates into the lion's den, remained calm and slowly said, "Perhaps it's your imagination?"

"No, no, no! This time it can't be my imagination!" Valentina didn't believe it this time, shaking her head in confusion.

I'm not deaf.

Valentina has always insisted that she is not stupid, but just a little bit simple-minded!

You all think I'm naive, but I'm actually incredibly shrewd!

"By the way, are you feeling unwell? Why are you speaking in fits and starts?"

See, I noticed these details!
Sfanie's expression was tense, and she nodded with a resolute but labored effort: "Yes, I'm a little, uh, my stomach isn't feeling too well... um~"

But in the end, she couldn't hold back her distraction and let out a slightly seductive nasal sound.

"Um???"

Valentina, hearing the nasal tone, narrowed her eyes sharply, watching Sfanie's every move.

Then, she suddenly understood.

Sfanie, she, she, she...

Was she... doing it herself?!
(End of this chapter)