Chapter 25: I’m jealous!

The Magic Crystal Chandelier spinning on the ceiling scattered a dazzling, colorful light.

The lights danced like bees in a flower field, flitting over one voluptuous, exposed snowy breast after another, climbing one peach-like curvy hill of a buttock after another.

Their eyes were even more provocative and radiant than the decadent lights, pure as snow, seductive as spring, raising a storm of passion on calm ground.

Jon hadn’t seen this many young girls in his entire eighteen years, let alone beauties dressed so scantily and seductively.

He tried desperately not to look, forcing himself to stay calm, but those half-naked waists and long, slender legs swaying with the lights were like black holes, irresistibly drawing his gaze.

The flush on his cheeks revealed him as an inexperienced virgin, which only made the succubi tease him more.

Some girls were bold enough to block his way, dancing hotly while wrapping his hand with their tail—fleshy and heart-shaped at the tip—inviting him to dance with them.

Jon turned even redder, pressing his hands tightly against his pants, not moving a muscle.

He was too embarrassed to look, let alone push them away.

In the end, it was the village chief who lifted his cane and drove off the bold succubus.

“Mistress’s Delight, Hero’s Grave.”

The village chief sighed.

“The church used to say succubi eat people without spitting out the bones. I didn’t believe it, since I’d seen their portraits and they didn’t even have fangs…”

“Now I believe it. It’s true.”

“Child, you will face many temptations in the future. Desire is human nature. I hope you don’t judge yourself too harshly. More importantly, I hope you don’t lose yourself in temptation.”

Jon blushed and asked,

“Teacher, why are there so many proactive and passionate girls in a succubus shop, but people like the city lord still keep human prostitutes, even such young ones?”

“Probably because… succubi may be proactive, but they’re very hard to control.”

The village chief pondered for a moment and spoke softly.

“Succubi don’t care about anything except pleasure and enjoyment. They can’t be obedient vassals. But power needs vassals to prove its existence.”

“I don’t understand.”

Jon said.

“I truly wish you could understand. But I also wish you’d never have to.”

The village chief replied.

Jon pondered this carefully.

The arrival of new guests quickly attracted the attention of the shop’s manager.

It was a distinctly different succubus.

Tall and slender, with long, elegant legs, her outfit was also sexy and revealing, but clearly designed with great thought.

It was stylish and adorned with many exquisite, expensive accessories.

Her aura was as elegant as a noblewoman from Imperial City.

“My~ What a handsome little guest~ You look unfamiliar.

Is this your first time here~?”

“Hello, I have other matters. Could I trouble you to speak in private…?”

Jon turned his head, too embarrassed to look at the swaying snowy waves before him.

The senior succubus smiled knowingly, quickly sensing he was an inexperienced guest.

She adjusted her approach, refraining from any excessive movements and instead stood gracefully, her charm restrained yet alluring.

“Please don’t be nervous, guest. My name is Ella. If you don’t mind, you can call me Sister Ella.”

“We have many private rooms for ‘a step aside,’ but before that, you’ll need to choose a theme.”

“Theme?”

Jon asked, confused.

“What’s that?”

Ella smiled.

“Simply put… what kind of woman do you prefer, or are obsessed with?”

“If you enjoy the thrill of conquest, crushing the pride of a noble and cold beauty, then our ‘Little Imperial City’ theme features girls trained in noble etiquette and skilled at playing various upper-class roles. You can easily break their pride and make them weep in your hands.”

“If you prefer pain, violence, or testing physical limits, we also have girls adept at recovery and endurance. You can choose our ‘Underground Prison’ theme, select your desired beauty, assign her a role, and enjoy a no-holds-barred interrogation game.”

“If you long for the white moonlight of childhood, or wish to explore relationships forbidden by moral codes, you can customize a theme. We offer cosplay and Hypnosis services, able to recreate the ‘her’ in your heart one-to-one.”

“How about it? Have you decided how you’d like to play? By the way, if it’s you, all themes are available for Sister~”

Jon’s heart pounded in panic.

These words were like a dark “Supreme Slash,” splitting open his pure and conservative mind.

So this is a succubus shop? This is what nobles play with every day? This is the reach of Demon King Lia corrupting the world?

It’s so… evil, insane, and depraved!

“No, no, no, we don’t need any theme. We’re here to find someone, to find someone!”

Jon shook his head in a panic.

“Eh~ Looking for your Dream Lover~? In that case, Sister can give it a try~”

Ella teased Jon brazenly.

Fortunately, the village chief came to the hero’s rescue.

He coughed heavily, then stared seriously at the succubus Ella, speaking slowly and clearly.

“Enough with your frivolity, succubus. This is the Imperial Glory, White Wolf Duke, Deputy Supreme Commander of the Demon-Slaying Campaign Front, and Hero, Lord Jon.”

Ella froze.

She immediately straightened, realizing the gravity of the situation.

“Understood, Hero. Please follow me.”

She replied with newfound respect.

Then she grabbed a succubus dressed as a black-stockinged bunny girl delivering drinks and whispered a few words.

Ella led the two of them to a secret room deep underground.

Unlike the outside, it was simple to the point of bare, with soundproofing on all sides.

Jon had barely sat down when a petite, loli succubus burst in crying.

She was the Thirteenth Daughter of the Succubus Queen, the one who guided Jon in the Secret Vault of the Demon King—Princess Emille.

“Uuuu~~~ Miel missed you so much~~~ Hero~~~ You finally came for Miel~~~”

Emille fluttered her wings, wanting to dive into Jon’s arms, but the nervous Jon dodged, causing her to bang her head on the sofa.

As she rubbed her head, a pink “human” popped out from Jon’s collar.

She glared at Emille and suddenly sprayed her face with a puff of water.

[ Damn! Traitor! ]

Lia seethed at the sight of these succubi.

Such a promising situation! Such a promising situation!

All ruined because these damn succubi fell for the Sacred Light of the Holy Church, feeding her false information and causing her closest loyalists to be wiped out in a day!

After her downfall, this little traitor didn’t even care about old ties and willingly led the Hero straight to her Secret Vault of the Demon King!

Emille was stunned by the spray, staring at Lia in confusion.

“Hero, what is this? Is she human or a fairy?”

“Ahem, she’s my Pupu, a new… from the Demon Realm…”

Jon began to explain, but then realized she was a native of the Demon Realm.

How could she not know about new species?

So he sighed and changed his explanation.

“A new mutant species born from my magic.”

“But why did she spray me?”

Emille wiped her face, bewildered.

“I don’t know. Did you provoke her?”

Jon was puzzled too.

“No… Oh!!! I get it!!!”

Suddenly, Emille’s eyes widened with realization.

She pointed at Lia in shock.

“She’s jealous! She likes you, Hero!”

Jon: “???”

Lia: “???”