SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 697 Does he suck on your boobs?

Upon Damon's eventual arrival back at the campsite, a foul and ominous aura enveloped him, instantly filling the group with discomfort. Georgina, who had parted her lips to hurl some undoubtedly rude words, swiftly clamped her mouth shut and backed away several paces. Damon's own parents sensed a cold tremor racing along their spines as well.

"Hubby, you're frightening them," Aurora murmured gently while moving closer. Her face stayed composed, yet worry flickered in her gaze. She lifted her hand and promptly invoked a cleansing and soothing incantation, with soft golden waves radiating outward in calming pulses.

Though her ability couldn't fully dispel the curse-infused scent of slaughter, it at least softened the intense atmosphere. Damon let out a long breath. It was only then that he grasped how much of the battle's chaos he had carried with him.

"Sorry," he muttered, scratching the nape of his neck. "I didn't intend to bring… all that mess here."

Kate came forward afterward, her eyes examining him with a blend of concern and intrigue. "You're bleeding," she noted, despite his injuries already mending on their own. "How long exactly were you in combat?" The camp's inhabitants all recognized Damon's extraordinary endurance and willpower, so witnessing him drained and weary like this… it stirred a subtle wave of anxiety among them.

Third even rose from his seated position, abandoning his typical slouched demeanor. Blood Wraith halted his words abruptly. Phoenix furrowed her eyebrows while scrutinizing Damon more intently. Though unspoken, the shared notion hung in the air for everyone.

If Damon appeared this worn out, then the foe he faced must have been truly formidable.

"My love… would you like me to aid in your healing and replenishment? I could speed up your recovery," Lirae suggested, her tone soft yet tinged with anxiety.

Damon offered a smile and declined with a head shake. "I just need a moment. I'll rejoin you all shortly."

Damon pivoted and strode a brief way from the campsite, halting under a grouping of trees. He sank down onto a level rock and at last permitted his thoughts to unwind. On this occasion, he had surprisingly acquired quite a bit. He aimed to integrate every part of it without squandering any ability.

His blood essence surged turbulently too, still resonating with the frenzy of the battlefield. Shards of fury and bitterness grazed his thoughts, darkening his disposition. He understood the necessity to steady his psyche before any mishap occurred.

He had indeed obtained much. Yet simultaneously, he sensed the extent of his acquisitions… and how perilously near he had edged to losing his grip had he pressed just a tad more. He shut his eyes and meditated in silence, soothing his mind and the turbulent forces within his form.

In the meantime, the campsite behind him slowly regained its normal flow. The flames snapped in the fire. A soft chuckle escaped someone. The women picked up their meditation once more. Damon's mother busied herself with meal preparations, all while stealing glances his way at regular intervals.

Damon remained seated in stillness, lids lowered, as his blood essence circulated in measured, intentional loops. Moments flew by swiftly, and before long, the day drew to a close. Just 24 hours remained until the Golden Throne event commenced.

This marked the second consecutive day with no players ejected from the game. It seemed the system's outage had become history.

Time slipped away in an instant, and after a few hours, the women filed into the grotto sequentially. Although Damon hadn't specifically summoned them for yet another gathering, the dense mana density within the grotto assisted in securing their freshly unlocked meridians and advancing their makeshift mana cores, gradually heightening the potency.

On this visit, only the women occupied the pool, and they all felt at ease shedding their clothes to unwind. Even Arya, typically the most shy and ill-at-ease, had grown accustomed enough to enter wearing merely her undergarments.

Still, a lingering sense of disquiet hovered over the assembly. Particularly after observing Damon's condition. Each seemed lost in personal reflections.

Noticing the tension, Ellora chose to brighten the atmosphere somewhat. "Little alchemist, you really ought to quit acting so modest." She teased, proudly displaying her ample bosom with a flourish. Arya's cheeks flushed crimson in an instant. It wasn't prudishness on her part. Rather, she felt a bit lacking in those particular areas. "Remember, my Lord appreciates diversity. So no need to fret over your modest chest, little genius." Ellora kept up the playful jabs. The pair had bonded through their alchemy work, so the vampiress showed no restraint. "If it bothers you that much, why not brew a potion to enhance them? Wink. Wink. You could share some with me too!"

"Ellora, enough with the teasing already. Damon would lose his temper if you pushed her to tears. You realize that, don't you?" Kate could no longer stand the harassment and intervened to support the distressed girl.

Ellora fell silent right away. "Please forgive me, my lady."

Kate started feeling a touch guilty for her, but moments later, the mischievous vampiress piped up once more. "Oh, and by the way, my lady, you might benefit from such a potion yourself." She let out a laugh. "Perhaps request the Lord to nurse on your breasts. Rumor has it that enlarges them."

"Ellora!" Kate exclaimed, her face burning with embarrassment.

No woman there could match the brazen vampiress's boldness. Gasps and stifled laughs filled the grotto, the vapors from the mana-laden waters lending a warm pink hue to every flushed cheek. Even Mallana, the epitome of poised elegance, concealed a grin with her palm, her eyes sparkling with quiet mirth at Ellora's cheekiness.

"She truly lacks any restraint," Phoenix whispered, appearing not overly bothered. She reclined against a polished stone, the nutrient-rich water eddying around her fit shoulders and striking bosom. "Though she's got a point." She gave Kate a playful wink. "Does he? Does he nurse on your breasts?"

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