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 accursed energy clung to him, instantly stirring discomfort among the group. Georgina, who had parted her lips for what was surely a sharp insult, clamped them shut in haste and retreated several paces. A cold tremor even coursed through the bodies of Damon's own mother and father.

"Hubby, you're frightening them," Aurora murmured gently while moving closer. Her face stayed composed, though worry gleamed in her gaze. She lifted her palm and promptly unleashed a cleansing and soothing incantation, with golden radiance expanding in soft waves.

Though her ability failed to fully banish the murderous, curse-infused reek, it at least softened the entire presence. Damon let out a gradual breath. It struck him then how heavily the echoes of the battlefield weighed on him still.

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

Kate drew near afterward, her gaze sweeping over him with equal parts concern and intrigue. "You're bleeding," she noted, despite his injuries already mending on their own. "How long exactly were you in the thick of it?" All were aware of Damon's extraordinary endurance and willpower, so witnessing him drained and weary like this… it sparked a subtle wave of anxiety across the camp.

Third rose from his seat, abandoning his typical slouched stance. Blood Wraith halted his words abruptly. Phoenix furrowed her brow while examining Damon more intently. Though unspoken, the notion lingered in every mind there.

If Damon appeared this worn, then his opponent 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 tender yet laced with fret.

Damon offered a smile and a shake of his head. "Give me a moment. I'll rejoin you all shortly."

Damon pivoted and strode a brief way from the camp, halting under a grouping of trees. He sank down onto a level rock and at last permitted the turmoil to ease. On this occasion, he'd unexpectedly acquired much. He aimed to integrate it all without squandering a single ability.

His blood essence surged turbulently, still resonating with the frenzy of combat. Shards of fury and bitterness grazed his thoughts, souring his disposition. He recognized the need to steady his psyche before any mishap occurred.

He had indeed reaped plentiful rewards. Yet simultaneously, he sensed the extent of what he'd taken in… and how narrowly he'd skirted losing his grip had he pressed just a tad more. Shutting his eyes, he meditated in silence, soothing his spirit and the turbulent forces within.

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

Damon remained still, lids sealed, as his blood essence circulated in measured, intentional loops. Moments flew by, and before long, the day neared its close. Just 24 hours remained until the Golden Throne event.

This marked the second day without any players being ejected from the game. It seemed the system outage was firmly behind them.

Time slipped away swiftly, and some hours on, the women made their way to the grotto sequentially. Though Damon hadn't precisely summoned them for yet another gathering, the dense mana within the grotto aided in steadying their freshly unlocked meridians and advancing their makeshift mana cores, gradually heightening the potency.

On this visit, only the women occupied the pool, and all felt at ease shedding their clothes to unwind. Even Arya, the one most prone to shyness and discomfort, had grown accustomed enough to enter wearing merely her undergarments.

Still, a shadow of disquiet hung over the assembly. Particularly after beholding Damon in such a condition. Each seemed lost in private reflections.

Noticing this, Ellora chose to brighten the atmosphere somewhat. "Little alchemist, you really ought to quit acting so reserved." 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 areas. "You know my Lord appreciates diversity. So no need to fret over your modest chest, little genius." Ellora pressed on with her jabs. The pair had bonded through their alchemy work, leaving the vampiress unsparing. "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're aware of that, aren't you?" Kate could no longer stand the torment and intervened to defend the distressed girl.

Ellora fell silent at once. "Pardon me, my lady."

Kate then felt a twinge of guilt toward her, but moments later, the mischievous vampiress piped up anew. "Incidentally, my lady, you might benefit from such a potion as well." She chuckled. "Perhaps request the Lord to lavish attention 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. The grotto rang with a blend of sharp intakes and stifled laughs, the vapor from the mana-laden pool lending a warm tint to the flushed features of each. Even Mallana, ever the embodiment of poised elegance, concealed a grin with her palm, her eyes sparkling with quiet mirth at Ellora's cheek.

"She truly lacks any restraint," Phoenix grumbled, appearing far from irked. She reclined against a polished stone, the nutrient-rich waters eddying about her sculpted shoulders and striking bosom. "But she's got a point." She shot Kate a playful wink. "Does he? Does he lavish your boobs with attention?"

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