On the other side, outside the Riverside Tavern.
Red, Tos, and Brian sat on the steps.
A world-famous painting:
The Three of Us.
After a brief silence, Tos spoke first.
“The tavern isn’t open today.”
“Yeah……”
Brian also let out a long sigh.
“Days without wine are kind of hard to get through.”
Red sat on the far left, not wanting to say anything.
“So, why did you drag me here just to stare blankly?”
“The three of us are sworn brothers! How can we drink without one of us?!”
Tos clutched his chest, looking as if he’d suffered heartbreak, and said, “Saying that really betrays the brotherhood between us.”
“You just want me to treat you, don’t you!”
Red couldn’t hold it in anymore, but it was clear Tos hadn’t listened to a word he said.
The three of them gazed longingly at Nightbright Town beneath the pouring rain.
Suddenly, Tos seemed to have thought of a great idea and stood up.
“That’s right! We don’t have to come to the tavern! We can go to a Succubus shop!”
“Then you go. I’m not interested in succubi.”
Red yawned, clearly uninterested.
Though he was a man with desires, he still wanted to keep himself pure and not get involved in those kinds of things.
Maybe it was because girls like Tia and Lilith had raised his standards, but Red felt that, inside, most of the succubi’s looks were just so-so.
Brian, on the other hand, was much more open about it.
In the adventuring business, diving into a dungeon could mean squatting there for ten days, half a month, or even longer.
That constant tension, life on the edge, was like a pressure cooker—desires of all kinds, especially the most primal urges, would just surge up, impossible to hold back.
It was easier for those with partners; if your companion happened to be your colleague, you could even “let off steam” together deep in the dungeon.
But for singles, things got tough.
Basically, you could only go to Succubus Street to have some fun.
After all, you couldn’t very well go into heat over the trash, right?
In that kind of hellish place, you never knew if tomorrow or disaster would come first.
On top of that high-pressure chaos, not only gold and scars were forged, but also countless fleeting, cobbled-together one-night friendships, just for a moment’s comfort.
Teammates who fought side by side during the day might end up in the same sleeping bag at night.
Cases of “deep comradeship” in the Blood Legion were too many to count.
Brian was long used to it; he didn’t even bother to lift his eyelids.
“If you guys want to go,” Brian shrugged, totally unconcerned, “I’ll tag along. It’s not like I’ve got anything else to do.”
“I’m not going.”
Just as Red up, about to leave, Tos grabbed his hand.
“Red, do you really think Succubus shops are such shallow places?”
Red staggered from being pulled and snapped back.
“…If they’re not, then what are they?”
“You’re wrong! Completely wrong. Succubus shops are places you can drink, too!”
“Is it all little red flowers and not a drop of alcohol?”
“I’m talking about real wine,” Tos said seriously, his gaze solemn.
“No, I should say, it tastes a hundred times better than real wine!”
Seeing Tos so confident, Brian went into a thoughtful pose.
“What makes you say that?”
“Isn’t all wine just alcohol in the end?”
“The answer is simple…”
Tos pushed up imaginary glasses.
“Only Succubus Wine stomped out by beautiful girls is the most delicious wine.”
At this, Tos and Brian simultaneously turned to look at Red.
“…Fine, I’ll treat. You two lead the way.”
Just as the three stood up, about to head for Succubus Street, a blue-haired man slowly walked over through the downpour.
He seemed to have heard their conversation and stopped in front of them.
“Can I join you?”
Red and his friends looked at each other, then gave a thumbs-up.
“Of course you can!”
Tia, who was hiding in the shadows counting her money, was stunned when she saw those four like-minded men instantly click.
Is it scary how easily men bond?
Yes, it’s very scary.
Though surprised, Tia still decided to follow and see what this group was up to.
Under the heavy rain, there weren’t many pedestrians on the street, but the various Succubus shops were as bustling as ever.
Led by Tos, the four entered a wine bar with rather tasteful décor.
Surprisingly, it was especially clean inside.
Tos, moving with practiced ease, took a seat at an empty bar and called out to the boss not far away:
“Boss, I brought a few new customers today! Same as always, we want drinks personally mixed by Lilith!”
The boss at the bar had bull horns and dusky skin—a member of the demon race.
After giving Tos an OK sign, he went into the back room and started tinkering.
“This place is really lively,” said Red, glancing around.
There were many customers, but all eyes were on something like a stage.
“Didn’t you say this was a Succubus shop? Why is a Bovine Demon the owner?”
“Maybe the Bovine Demon puts up the money, and the succubi… put up the feet?”
Tos answered Red’s question while accepting the drinks that had just arrived, taking a sip and then showing a blissful smile.
“So good! It’s really so good. Just knowing these grapes were stomped by little Lily makes it even more delicious.”
Drinks for the others soon arrived as well.
The other three began to taste them, but Red had no intention of drinking.
Because he’d promised Litt earlier that he wouldn’t come home drunk.
And the real reason he came here was actually very simple—
He just wanted to see what it was like for beautiful girls to stomp grapes.
After a period of waiting—
On the stage, under a spotlight, a little succubus with wings slowly walked out from behind the curtain.
Looking at the horns on her head and the tail behind her, it was clear she was still an Underage Succubus.
Although this world was messy, there were still laws protecting minors, so even if they were succubi, underage girls couldn’t do that kind of work.
And underage succubi were dangerous; they couldn’t control their feeding abilities, and might accidentally drain someone dry.
But after this little succubus came on stage, not only was there no fear—there were cheers of excitement.
“Little Lilith! Little Lilith is here!”
“Wow~ those pure white thighs! Oh~ those beautiful white stockings!”
“Little Lilith, stop stomping those grapes—come stomp on me!”
The raucous shouts didn’t make the little succubus nervous.
She enthusiastically waved at the crowd below the stage.
“Everyone! Sorry to keep you waiting! Thank you for your support. I’ll work even harder to stomp out tastier wine for you!”
The cheers and applause grew even louder.
Watching this fanatical scene, Red sighed helplessly.
“Sigh… a bunch of foot fetishists……”
I don’t think your allowed to talk.