Demi-human Girls Completion Manual

Chapter 1456: Gathering Strength

The sudden, obvious trace on Fisher’s lips was like a spark lighting a powder keg, fully igniting Rafael, the fire dragon.She had been intimate with Fisher many times, and he had naturally left similar irregular pink traces on her before, so Rafael immediately recognized what was on his lips.

Could it be left by that woman called "Renie"?

She had just returned from Moli, and that little girl clearly wouldn’t leave such bold traces. And the one called "Renie" seemed to be a witch, so having mysterious means was reasonable.

Thus, the biggest suspicion in Rafael’s heart naturally fell on that elusive witch lady whom she hadn’t really met.

Even though Emhardt had explained multiple times, perhaps in her view, this gentleman and Fisher were undoubtedly in cahoots, often deceiving her and covering up for each other, so Emhardt’s cover-up failed. He could only lie dejectedly on the table, feigning death to avoid the chaos.

But Emhardt’s grievance was secondary. To discuss grievance, there were few people in the world who could be as aggrieved as Fisher in the room.

He swore to the Mother Goddess that he was genuinely only studying the Soul Completion Manual while researching magic, then stumbled upon Caleb Wuz’s shortcut to enhance soul power and wanted to try it himself. Who knew this would lead to a series of baffling issues, including but not limited to his blank past life, the mysterious soul power, and the identity of the mysterious woman who left him at the Church School Gate...

These inexplicable problems leaving Fisher bewildered were one thing, but his lips had inexplicably gained a "scar," presumably from researching some method, yet it was definitively not left by any Lady, just casually resembling a strawberry in shape and appearance...

However, he also remembered feeling slightly taken advantage of when he was muttering the name of the "Ocean." Could it be left at that time?

Fisher didn’t know, but the top priority was to appease Rafael. And to appease her, Fisher had his own physical methods.

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The moonlight shone faintly, and the candlelight inside Fisher’s room gradually dimmed, allowing the indistinct moonlight outside to spread across the floor like water, illuminating Fisher’s Sage-like thoughts.

The room was silent, with only Rafael, her face flushed and forehead covered in fine sweat, lightly panting as she lay atop Fisher’s chest, exhaling a fragrant warmth.

On her body, the attached scales slightly vibrated, emitting wisps of barely visible gentle steam, making the bedding and her skin slightly moist, adhering to her rose-colored long hair. She squinted comfortably, holding the person beside her even tighter.

"Feeling better?"

Nearby, Fisher’s inquiry came through, and Rafael opened one eye, lifted the other to look at him, and denied,

"Not at all..."

"Not at all?"

Behind her, the long tail peeked out from the scattered bedding, patting the bed leisurely, then nodded.

Confused, Fisher looked down at her, only to find her lazily lifting her head, gazing at him.

Meeting Fisher’s gaze, Rafael subtly puffed her cheeks, her tail sweeping across the bed, her emerald eyes fixated on the apparent kiss mark beside his lips.

Then, in Fisher’s slightly dazed expression, she leaned in and fiercely kissed the other side of his lips, perfectly balancing the prior mark.

"Smooch!"

She forcefully kissed Fisher’s lips while he remained motionless, letting her act, until several seconds later, she withdrew, panting, eyeing the spot she had tended to earlier.

However, despite her vigorous effort, she couldn’t leave a strawberry-shaped kiss mark beside Fisher’s Mythical Rank lips like the earlier one.

Rafael supported herself, her slightly puffed cheeks growing larger, her tail swaying unhappily like a rattlesnake, making Fisher laugh.

Before she could open her blood basin mouth to bite with her sharp Dragon Tooth, Fisher gently pressed her head, pulling her back into his embrace.

She struggled briefly, but upon realizing she couldn’t escape, she lazily sought a comfortable spot in his arms, glaring at him with her emerald eyes, forcing him to explain,

"It’s not a kiss mark, just a mark from researching magic."

"Heh..."

Rafael ignored his explanation, biting onto his abs as if tickling him, yet indicating the ineffectiveness of the explanation.

But Fisher also felt this way. If some Lady were truly so magically capable, he’d indeed feel guilty. But now there’s none, so how could he explain?