Dungeon King: A Lady Knight Offered by My Goblins

"Bang—"

Ethan burst out from the darkness and, without any warning, crashed into a figure as solid as a mountain.

A familiar voice came through:

"What's wrong with you?"

It was Levai. Alarms rang in Ethan's mind, his body tensed up:

"Nothing, I just got a bit lost. What happened?"

Levai's eyes shifted towards Ethan's back, speaking indifferently:

"Nothing. Just try to stay away from this area in the future. It's still unexplored territory, and we don't know what dangers might lurk within."

Ethan managed a smile, replying softly:

"I understand."

Levai didn't linger, turning to leave.

Ethan squinted slightly, unsure how to handle Levai.

Logically, Levai should be one of Elida's Demonkin.

Possibly even a mature one.

A flicker of thought crossed Ethan's eyes as he silently mused:

"I can only take it one step at a time."

The commotion Ethan caused seemed to have no effect on the people around.

The miners continued to shuttle between the stone pillars like monkeys, prying loose divine crystals.

Only Luther and Ethan exchanged a glance.

Surprisingly, there was no blame in Luther's eyes, which Ethan found unexpected.

Wasn't he worried about their plan being exposed?

In the evening, the miners finished their work and handed over the divine crystals in front of Herman.

Ethan had gathered about thirty pieces today, but he only handed over around ten. 

Herman glanced at Ethan, seemingly surprised, but said nothing more.

After the day's work, the miners returned to their cabins like weary bees, diligently absorbing the power of the divine crystals.

Elida came to visit again.

This time, Elida was dressed more provocatively, causing Ethan's face to redden even further.

She wore shorts that barely covered her buttocks, leaving her long legs fully exposed. 

Her top was a bandeau, revealing more than half of her bosom.

This ensemble made her look irresistibly enchanting and seductive.

Her skin was exceptionally pale and delicate, glowing with an alluring sheen.

Her fiery red hair was casually draped over her shoulders, the slight waves adding to her charm.

Elida exposed almost everything except the most sensitive areas.

Ethan's eyes were fixed on her, but he quickly turned his head away, embodying the image of a pure-hearted young man.

Elida walked up to Ethan, lifting his chin.

Ethan and Elida locked eyes for a moment, a feeling akin to an electric shock passing between them. This wasn't an act; Elida was simply too bewitching.

Her eyebrows gently arched, sketching a perfect curve that made her gaze even more profound and captivating.

When she looked at Ethan, he was involuntarily drawn to her, as if caught in an inescapable vortex.

Her eyes held endless allure and tenderness, making it impossible for Ethan to resist her charm.

"M..Miss, Elida," Ethan stammered, shaking his head to free himself from her grasp, "This... this isn't right."

Ethan's breathing quickened as if he were already consumed by desire.

Elida placed her hand on Ethan's groin, her fingertips sliding over his pants:

"Young man, so full of vigor? Weren't you satisfied yesterday?"

Now, how to escape this situation?

If Elida succeeded, and Ethan expelled the Demonkin from his body, she would discover it.

The only way out was to make Elida lose interest, to have her see Ethan merely as a plaything.

Ethan turned his body away, feigning shyness, his voice trembling with nervousness:

"Miss Elida, I was too impulsive yesterday. I'm sorry..."

Elida sat on Ethan, feeling the vibrant masculinity of his body, and couldn't help but take a deep breath:

"Do you still want it?"

Ethan felt like slapping Elida, but he continued his act of bashful innocence:

"No, it's not right... I've already offended you enough. If we were to do anything, I'd have to take responsibility for you..."

"Hahaha," Elida laughed wildly, as if hearing the funniest joke ever.

Her laughter left Ethan feeling extremely awkward.

Wasn't he convincing enough in his role of the innocent young man?

Elida playfully stroked Ethan's nose, cooing:

"You're so adorable, I don't want to spoil you."

Saying this, she placed her hand on Ethan's already erect member, stroking it up and down.

Ethan's body stiffened, his expression turned sour, and his voice trembled:

"Miss Elida, no, please don't—"

Elida promptly withdrew her hand and left, floating away:

"If you don't want it, then let it be."

Ethan looked dejected, reaching out as if to grab Elida, but then letting his hand fall.

Elida caught Ethan's changing expression and hesitant movements in the corner of her eye.

She smiled, not pausing for a moment, and turned to leave.

Watching Elida's exposed buttocks as she walked away, Ethan felt a surge of heat within him.

Elida really had an incredible figure!

But she was a woman he knew he couldn't touch.

Ethan stood at the door, watching Elida leave, his expression wistful and melancholic, almost like a young man who had been spurned by a bad woman.

Elida was very pleased with Ethan's performance.

Having experienced abundant sexual encounters, Elida had long become immune to the dynamics of men and women.

Ethan's bashful, tantalizing demeanor only served to captivate the current Elida even more.

Just as Ethan had surmised, Elida had come to see him as the best toy to alleviate the boredom of her days in the camp.

She planned to tease Ethan's desires to their limit, waiting for the moment he would explode.

Only then would she truly relish the experience!

Ethan sat on the bed, his expression turning cold:

"Acting in front of a woman is even harder than killing Aneropo."

One could only wonder if Aneropo would feel a mix of bitterness and sorrow upon hearing such a statement.

In the following days, an eerie calm settled over the camp.

Ethan, as if assimilated, did the same things every day, just like the miners infected with Demonkin.

The most challenging part was keeping Elida on the hook.

Ethan had to portray a gradual, growing affection for Elida, displaying an eager anticipation for her presence each day.

Even one day, Ethan took the initiative to seek out Elida.

Elida invited him into her cabin, and Ethan used the opportunity to carefully observe it.

Elida's cabin was similar to the others, except that the Magic Circle on it was more intricate, and some joint areas were filled with a mystical aura.

Ethan took this chance to study Elida's cabin but didn't do much else.

After being teased by Elida, Ethan spontaneously kissed her cheek and then fled from her cabin as if he were sprinting for his life.

Elida, kissed on the cheek, felt an unexpected ripple of emotion.

She covered her face, standing at the door, watching Ethan's rabbit-like retreating figure, feeling touched.

Ethan, of course, was unaware of this.

But what he did know was that Elida was completely under his control, and she indeed hadn't implanted any Demonkin in him.

As for why Levai didn't report his venture into the underground to Herman, Ethan had his suspicions.

Those who entered the mine were undoubtedly curious about it.

Many probably ventured underground and encountered the Thousand-Faced Demon Spider.

But since they all had Demonkin implanted in them, Herman likely didn't want to bother with such matters.

Whether this guess was true or not, Ethan didn't know.

But the night of the full moon was gradually drawing near.

Luther, in the mine, had been exchanging more and more glances with Ethan.

Finally, the night of the full moon arrived.

On this night, the scenery of the camp was particularly enchanting.

Moonlight spilled over the mining mountain, enveloping the entire mining area in a layer of mystique.

Distant mountains, under the moonlight, appeared faint and elusive, like a traditional ink painting.

Under the moon, the contours of the camp were more defined. The cabins lit up with various colors of light, resembling a series of bright lanterns.

Stars in the night sky adorned the entire mining area, like countless diamonds scattered across the heavens.

A gentle breeze blew, bringing with it fresh air and a hint of coolness.

Ethan stepped out of his cabin, noting that Elida, as expected, hadn't come to visit tonight.

In the distance, Luther also stood at his doorway, his eyes flickering with a fierce light.

"Let's go," Luther called out to Ethan, his voice echoing throughout the camp, adding to its tranquility.

Ethan was startled by Luther's boldness and only spoke after noticing no reaction from the surrounding cabins:

"You're too bold, acting as if you own the camp."

Luther smiled coldly, the starlight glittering in his pupils:

"I've tested it. Tonight, even if we make a lot of noise, they won't wake up. We can talk freely."

Ethan shrugged slightly and whispered:

"I still feel we need to be a bit more cautious."

The two walked side by side to Elida's cabin.

"Hey, there's something I'm really curious about. How did you manage to keep Elida from discovering you don't have Demonkin?"

Ethan touched his nose awkwardly, finding it hard to discuss his act of playing the innocent boy in front of Elida.

"I can't tell you everything. You won't grow if I do."