“Red, I never expected your devotion to white stockings to go this far.”
Brian crossed his arms, looking thoughtful, but still made a point to scoot even farther away.
“Yeah, yeah, so even if it’s a man wearing white stockings, you’re okay with that? That’s honestly a bit…”
Tos couldn’t bear to look, turning his gaze elsewhere.
The succubus is still so much easier on the eyes.
“Yes, it’s pretty scary.”
Even Mason silently took out his notebook, no one knew what he was writing down.
Seeing the reactions of these three, Red could hardly keep himself from tearing Letia’s butt apart in fury.
He tried to defend himself, “It was Letia who gave me that thing! I really didn’t go peep on purpose! You have to believe me! How could I possibly be that kind of person?!”
Red was using every ounce of strength to try to prove his innocence.
After all, even if he was loyal to white stockings, it wasn’t to the point of not even sparing men!
As expected, after hearing Red’s explanation, the three of them nodded in silent understanding.
“Yeah, that’s pretty likely.”
“Right, with Letia’s personality, she’d totally do something like that.”
“We should believe in Red.”
The three nodded in agreement, acting as if they were “brothers to the end.”
But Red couldn’t help but protest,
“You say that, but why are you all still so far away from me? Hey! Stop backing away! Can’t you see your Technician is already quite troubled here?!”
“No, sir.”
The little succubus stepping on Red’s back didn’t get angry at all, in fact, she looked excited, as if she were watching a good show.
What could she do?
The dull, boring work life was finally spiced up with something interesting—who wouldn’t enjoy watching?
“Damn it!”
Seeing that no explanation would do, Red could only take down the recording crystal in frustration, vowing to confront Letia properly once he got back.
After all they’d been through as former teammates, did she really have to screw him over like this!?
Although there was this minor hiccup, they still managed to enjoy the service.
Mason, who had come all the way from the Imperial Capital, sighed from the bottom of his heart,
“I really didn’t expect, even in such an unremarkable little place, to find such unforgettable enjoyment.”
“That’s what I’m saying,” Tos said, hooking Mason’s shoulder like a street punk, “Stick with us and you’ll eat nine meals in three days. Next time, I’ll take you somewhere even more fun.”
“Then I’ll have to look forward to it,” Mason grinned and nodded.
But then, as if something had occurred to him, he added,
“But since you all showed me around today, I’d feel bad not giving something back. Let me go buy some drinks for us to take back.”
“Sure, sure,” Brian quickly agreed to Mason’s kind offer, but still added,
“Just don’t get grape wine, or red wine.”
At these words, everyone’s face darkened, memories of certain unpleasant things surfacing.
“I get it, I get it. You all wait here for a bit, I’ll be right back.”
With that, Mason walked off into the distance.
Now, only Red, Tos, and Brian were left sitting on the steps by the street, quietly waiting.
During this wait, Red noticed Liz’s group buying something a short distance away.
Red didn’t care much, but on the other side, Bethany had also noticed Red.
But after a moment’s hesitation, she decided not to say hi.
After all, she knew that if Red and Liz bumped into each other, there was a ninety percent chance they’d end up arguing.
Better to just pretend not to see anything and enjoy a little peace.
But her decision to ignore them didn’t mean no one else in the team had the urge to speak.
“Ooo-wah-wah!!”
An extremely excited voice rang out from Liz’s group, “Are you Mister Red?!”
Seeing a blue-haired, big-breasted girl charge at him, Red was dumbfounded.
He didn’t recall ever meeting anyone like this.
Since she’d greeted him, though, basic courtesy required a response.
“Hello, and you are—”
“Ah… I almost forgot to introduce myself! My name’s Monica!”
Looking at this energetic girl, Red couldn’t help but picture a certain creature unique to the Sakaz Marsh—the Dumb Goose.
Her personality was almost identical to those birds: lively voice, blank expression… and an overall air of someone who could be easily tricked away.
Red also noticed Monica had come out from Liz’s team, so he looked over in that direction.
The moment his eyes met Liz’s, he saw her expression turn sour.
But since they’d made eye contact, Liz didn’t retreat—she walked straight over.
At this moment, she also noticed Red and his friends sitting on the steps at the exit of Succubus Street.
She let out a cold snort.
“Heh… Red.”
Her voice was icy, full of condescending disappointment.
“Just look at you now… In the end, you’ve completely fallen.”
“Look at your drunken, pleasure-seeking state—where’s the you that you used to be!”
“Forgive me for being blunt, but anyone who comes to Succubus Street is a failure in life, just a Failure in Society. Heh~”
As she finished, Liz wore a victorious smile.
But in contrast to her words, Red and his two companions looked a little stunned.
What was she even talking about?
Never mind that—wasn’t there someone here whose cleared floors far surpassed hers?
“Red, are you really willing to keep sinking like this?”
“Rather than drown in the arms of those wanton succubi,” her voice suddenly rose, with an almost charitable tone, “why not come back to—”
“Slurp~”
A wet, warm, and utterly unexpected sensation landed on Liz’s cheek without any warning.
?!?!
Liz froze up as if she’d been hit with a pressure point!
All her “lecturing” stuck in her throat, her proud expression completely solidified.
Rigidly, incredulously, she slowly turned her head.
She found her cousin Monica, who at some point had snuggled up to her like a curious puppy.
Monica’s bright, clear eyes stared at her, while her tiny tongue licked her lips, savoring the taste.
“Hmm… it’s the flavor of a lie.”
Everyone was dumbstruck—even Red didn’t expect things to take such a bizarre turn.
As for Letia, who had been lurking nearby in stealth, she quietly took a sip of her red wine.
Fascinating~
“I did NOT lie!”
“So what if he’s rotting away here? Can’t I mock him a bit?”
Her voice grew sharper, clearly getting flustered.
But the somewhat clueless Monica obviously didn’t understand why Liz was angry.
She tilted her head and said,
“But cousin, when you spoke just now, what you thought wasn’t at all what you said. You felt more like a stubborn child, saying stuff like, ‘I didn’t lose, you did!’”
“And besides, didn’t you tell me before, actually you…”
Before Monica could finish, Liz—her face now red and black, like the god Guan Yu—slapped a hand over Monica’s mouth.
“You… shut up, don’t say anything else about me.”
“Mmm?”
The Dumb Goose tilted her head again, but seeing the threat in Liz’s eyes, she finally nodded.
“Yeah, yeah,” Letia also spread her hands, letting out a helpless sigh, “What’s so fun about Succubus Street? If you want to play, you’ve got to play with a little excitement—”
“Slurp~”
Before Letia could finish, she too suddenly felt something lick her cheek.
“You’re lying too. That’s… the taste of jealousy.”
Letia turned and stared blankly at Monica beside her.
“I am not.”
Letia denied it again, but Monica clearly wasn’t going to let her go, so she turned to the three men.
“What were you all doing just now?”
“Uh…”
Tos scratched his head in embarrassment.
“Just got a backstep massage from a succubus.”
He hurriedly added, “It was a proper club, nothing shady.”
“I see…”
Monica smacked her fist into her palm as if enlightened.
Then she laid a hand on Letia’s shoulder, locked eyes with her, and spoke earnestly, “You’re jealous that Red is being stepped on by someone else.”
Letia fell silent, lost in thought.
She was considering…
Considering how to drown this Dumb Goose in cement and toss her into a river, yet escape unscathed herself.
Countless constructive schemes clashed and optimized rapidly in her mind…
“Liz,” Letia’s voice was utterly calm as she gave Monica beside her a seemingly kind smile, “I just remembered there’s an urgent matter I need to take care of.”
“Mmmmmm!!!”
With that, under everyone’s gaze, poor Monica’s mouth was covered by Letia, and, just like a goose being grabbed by the throat, no one knew where she got hauled off to.
The chill exuded by the Evil Priest as she left made everyone shiver involuntarily.
After Monica was taken away, Liz finally breathed a sigh of relief.
If she’d let that Dumb Goose keep talking, it would have been truly troublesome.
Recomposing herself, Liz fixed her gaze on Red again.
She flicked her ponytail with an elegant motion before speaking,
“Red, this place is the very symbol of depravity and indulgence. You shouldn’t lose yourself here, you know? People like us—the high and mighty of the Imperial Capital—would never stoop to frequent places like this.”
Everything in her tone and manner radiated arrogance and self-assurance.
In her mind, Red coming here meant he’d already lost, and lost completely.
Maybe, she thought with no small amount of smugness, Red only came here after being abandoned by Rita.