Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 565 Don't Speak, Let's Continue... (Please Subscribe!)
Oh hoo!

Is the archbishop not at home today?

Yeah, he won't be here tomorrow either, and he might not be here the day after tomorrow either!
As the saying goes, "When the tiger is away, the monkeys will roam free"... No, that's not right.

If being a monkey doesn't work, then I'll be a fox?

No, "borrowing power from a powerful enemy" doesn't quite fit either... Oh well, let's not dwell on it.

In short!
Since Old Deng isn't here, in the Misty Monastery, I, Herbert, am the most powerful!

Needless to say, those old folks who are in seclusion underground in the monastery are not worth mentioning. The three cardinals are the only high-ranking officials on the surface.

Among them, Ophidia, who is the most senior and strongest, is still my person. What can the others use to fight me?

Not to mention, those two might not even oppose my idea... The Knight Commander has the ability but might not think about it, and the Judge might intervene but doesn't have the ability.

That means there will be absolutely no one to hinder us!

In that case...

Herbert now has two ideas.

One is the aggressive expansion of the Misty Mountains.

Previously, there was a concern that making too much noise would attract the attention of the archbishop, or that it would break the tacit understanding between the two. But now there's no need to be so cautious.

We can now directly deploy heavy machinery, the "Hungry Dragon Bulldozer," to advance deep into the central region of the Misty Mountains.

That Legion of Heroes, and that robot corroded by flesh and blood, you just wait!
Oh, right.

And that demigod squirrel, now that we're in Eldar, he's our good friend. It's not too much to ask him to lend a hand, is it?

If you're unwilling to put in the effort, it's not unreasonable to help keep things under control, right?

I'll just join in the fun; Miss Squirrel certainly won't refuse.

Herbert, on the other hand, planned to expand the monster girls' range of activities within the monastery.

He planned to... completely rid them of their status as "prisoners," and even if he couldn't completely absolve them, he wanted to transform them into "monks" in the process of atonement.

Even if the Third Discipline Center is reformed to a much better standard, it is still nominally a prison, and the women are still prisoners held there.

In the past, I lacked the ability, qualifications, and opportunities, so I just let it go.

Now that we have the right timing, the right location, and the right people, what reason is there not to do it?

It's done!

Herbert wanted to make the monks in the monastery more and more accustomed to the presence of the monster girls, and to give them greater freedom of movement.

As expected, the monks of the Misty Monastery could only silently accept this notification from the higher-ups and passively begin to accept this change.

Herbert, imagining the smooth sailing ahead, raised his chin and couldn't help but chuckle smugly.

"Hmph~ Haha, hehehe... Ouch."

As he was laughing strangely, he suddenly felt a light tap on the top of his head with a cool fingertip.

thump.

Ophidia was startled by Herbert's sudden, bizarre laugh, and gave him a light tap, complaining, "Why are you laughing so strangely all of a sudden? Don't laugh like that."

That smile completely changed her entire demeanor.

Don't laugh!
Hold it back!
"Ok?"

Herbert blinked, and after hearing this seemingly fierce but utterly intimidating warning, he wanted to laugh even more.

laugh?
You ask me why I'm laughing?
Haha!

I laugh at the knight commander for being reckless and the judge for being dim-witted; they are not worth fearing at all!

I especially laughed at that old tyrant, who was so autocratic and domineering that he had completely forgotten about me, his biggest threat.

Jie Jie...

thump.

"Ahem, I'm not laughing anymore, cough, I'm not laughing anymore, hmm."

After being lightly tapped on the head again, Herbert, who had been warned, stopped laughing and nodded helplessly.

If you don't want to laugh, then don't laugh.

snort!
Just as Herbert was about to say nothing, he suddenly felt a chill on his waist.

Ok?
He looked down and saw that the colorful snake tail had somehow slipped inside his clothes and wrapped around his waist, close to his skin.

"Hmm? Ophidia, what are you going to do... um?"

"Do not talk."

Ophelia whispered, raising her hand to gently cover Herbert's mouth, repeating slowly once more, "Don't speak, be quiet."

Judging from the conversation, she seemed like a dutiful librarian punishing a rule-breaker who was making noise in the library.

But if you see the video, the scene becomes completely different.

The snake's tail coiled around her waist, lifting Herbert up, and then Ophidia hugged him from behind, resting her chin on the hollow of his shoulder.

The two hands, held in front of him, pressed down on Herbert's firm chest and waist muscles, one above the other. He was a little hesitant to use force, but he didn't panic and run away.

Once she realized the archbishop was not at the monastery, something was already stirring inside her.

Herbert's naive luring him in was, in a sense, a self-inflicted trap.

But Ophidia still maintained the dignity befitting a cardinal.

She would never admit that she was deliberately groping him; that behavior was completely out of character for her.

So she found herself a reasonable, legal, and compliant excuse—well, a legitimate reason.

"Before, you...you gave me a massage without restraint, now it's my turn to massage you."

Ophelia muttered softly, her voice lacking confidence, before pulling Herbert into a tighter embrace and beginning her own "retaliation."

Your hands seemed quite dirty when you massaged me before!
Now it's my turn!

At the same time, she seemed to feel that such revenge was not enough, and her idle snake tail moved nimbly, as if it had its own consciousness, and slid gently into her pants.

Herbert: ? ? ?

He felt the smooth, slippery touch and the oppressive feeling of being wrapped around it, and his whole body felt refreshed.

"Hey! You... um."

Ophidia raised her hand and covered Herbert's mouth again.

"Quiet."

Although her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were tightly closed, she still managed to mutter, "I told you not to talk."

"This is revenge!"

"Hmm? Why is it getting bigger? Are you tensing your muscles? Are you going to resist?"

"Wait...hiss!"

Ophidia complained, then suddenly paused, realizing the problem.

Something seems off?

A flood of knowledge surged through her mind, constantly reminding her what this change truly meant...

"wrong!"

She instinctively wanted to stop, but it was too late.

"No, that's right."

Herbert had already held the snake's tail to prevent it from pulling away.

Now you want to leave?
It's too late!

Isn't this right?

Family members, that's so true!

"Continue, Ophidia."

"I...well."

This time, Herbert covered Ophidia's lips, winked at her, and smiled slightly.

"Shh, don't talk, continue." ...

……

Lava Hell.

After Herbert left, Kretty stayed in her room.

"...Tsk!"

As the saying goes, for many people who are not good at arguing, their best language skills are always demonstrated after the fact.

Taking a step back may not necessarily lead to a brighter future, but it will definitely make you angrier the more you think about it.

Kreti found herself in this predicament.

She was very dissatisfied with her previous performance, and the more she thought about it, the more upset and angry she became.

I should have acted calmly and confidently in front of that Sami, but instead I ran away in a hurry, scrambling and stumbling.

What a loser!
No!

We can't just let it go!
What was that just now?
Wouldn't fleeing in such a panic make one appear even more guilty and ridiculous?

Even if it means losing face, Kreti is determined to get her revenge!
At least... at least she can't let that guy think she's just giving up like this!
A strange impulse surged up in her heart again, mixed with resentment, spite, and a possessiveness that she herself was unwilling to admit.

I was here first, how can I let the people who came later get there before me?

snort!
I will take the initiative!

She stood up abruptly, took a deep breath, straightened her slightly disheveled dress and hair, and tried to make her expression look calm and authoritative.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her face quickly fell, and she squatted down, holding her head in her hands.

"...Um, what am I doing?"

Why are you acting like an idiot?

Why should I get angry with that Sami?
I……

Even if they do launch an attack, what does that prove?

To prove my own point?

But does this really need proof?

Just as Kreti was about to back down, Herbert's presence reappeared on the bronze fortress.

"You're back! Damn it, why don't you usually come back so quickly? And why did you have to come back at this time of year..."

She hesitated for a moment, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

"call……"

After slowly exhaling the stale air, Kreti suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with determination.

do not care.

Rush!
Just do it for myself!

Then, she strode out of the room and hurried along the path she had come from, heading towards Herbert's location.

Herbert was unaware of the depth of Kretty's inner turmoil.

He was squinting, stroking his chin, and silently pondering something.

After receiving a thorough massage from Miss Ophidia, who possessed knowledge but lacked experience, Herbert, who was thrown out again, immediately returned to the Lava Hell.

On one hand, there's a lucky ghost lady here who hasn't been appeased yet.

When it comes to developing an intimate relationship, appropriate flirting is only one aspect; what's more important is the comfort that follows.

If you soothe them well, it can deepen the relationship.

If you can't appease them, then it will have purely negative effects.

On the other hand, in his sage mode, Herbert remembered that unfortunate devil again.

The reason I thought of Sami wasn't because she had big breasts—no, really.

This striking feature was a large part of the reason why Herbert was so impressed with her, but not the whole reason.

What truly made Herbert ponder was her unique fate of being favored by "misfortune".

The gift of that misfortune was so powerful that it could affect others, causing even an epic powerhouse like Fane to fall into his current miserable state of being abandoned by everyone.

Now it's gone even further with the terrifying expansion pack that features the Archbishop having a "wonderful encounter" in the Astral Plane.

But after meeting Sami, he didn't feel that he was affected in any way.

Instead of encountering any bad things, they actually encountered a once-in-a-century opportunity: the archbishop was away on a trip.

I'm fine, but others are... so where did the problem lie?

It's because I'm special that I'm immune to her bad luck. After all, Miss Harmony is still around, and ordinary people can't affect her.

Or is it because of... his relationship with Sami?
According to Sami, Finn harbored ill intentions towards her from the beginning, regarding her as a demon that could be manipulated and controlled.

He, however, was different. After confirming that Sami was not his enemy, he showed her friendliness.

"Misfortune... to bring misfortune upon the enemy, and spare the comrades from misfortune?"

According to Sami, because of her constitution, she has never had any real friends since she was a child, not even a casual acquaintance with whom she had a close relationship.

"A special constitution, ostracized by his own kind... Is he yet another special case?"

Herbert had a vague guess in his mind, but he was unsure of the mechanism of this "power of misfortune" and could only make a rough deduction.

We've had too little contact with Sami so far, and we don't have enough clues. We'll have to wait and see to draw any conclusions.

After figuring these things out, Herbert continued to organize the information he had just received from Sami in his mind—information about Fane, some secrets within the Witch's Guild, and some rare materials from Hell.

These various magical materials were required by Nenasha, who told Herbert to issue them to Sami as a task.

According to Nenasha, once all of these are collected, His power can be enhanced once more.

It must be said that although Sami was unlucky, as a legendary assassin, her professional skills and intelligence gathering ability were still quite good.

Just by listening to Herbert's retelling of the description, I was able to recognize a lot of material and find a lot of valuable information.

As Herbert pondered, he suddenly heard a familiar yet hurried sound of footsteps, high heels clicking crisply on the bronze bricks.

Da da da……

"She came, and she was quite proactive. I thought I would have to go to her."

He looked up, about to speak, when suddenly his eyebrows twitched, and he was somewhat surprised to see Kreti's resolute face.

That look in his eyes... something seems off?
Kreti's cheeks still had a lingering blush, but she tried her best to look fierce and accusatory as she walked firmly to him and stopped.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Herbert raised an eyebrow, looking at her curiously, wondering what this arrogant devilish lady was up to now.

"..."

Kreti didn't answer immediately, but stared intently at him, her chest rising and falling slightly, as if gathering her courage.

The next second, to Herbert's slightly surprised gaze, she reached out and grabbed his collar again, this time with a more forceful action than before.

"you……"

"Do not talk!"

Kretty snorted fiercely, then forcefully pulled Herbert toward her.

Then, before He could react, she closed her eyes and kissed him again!

Unlike the hasty "stamping" last time, this time she lingered a little longer.

Although still immature, it carries an undeniable, vengeful, and even declarative force.

It was as if he wanted to convey all the shame, resentment, and inexplicable feelings he had felt through this kiss.

I want to prove myself!

I was here first!

"Well!"

(End of this chapter)