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Lia and Alice returned carrying bags packed full of items and money.

They used a warp gate to come back.

Since Geum Taeyang’s house had a warp gate, it was easy for them to return.

It had been a day of plentiful gains.

“Wouldn’t Master be happy with this?” “He would.”

They had ended up with so much money that even after executing their plan to mass-buy random pardons and expose their probabilities, there was still plenty left.

On top of that, they even received items.

Near-endgame-grade equipment.

While these couldn’t quite compare to legendary-tier gear like holy swords, World Tree equipment, or dragon gear,

they were still more than satisfactory.

Even possessing just one of the items received from Geum Taeyang would set someone on the path to becoming a hero.

And they had received an absurd amount of such gear.

Enough to fully equip an entire five-member warrior party,

and even strengthen Cain to the caliber of at least a B-rank powerhouse.

‘Wow…’ ‘If they treated this stuff like garbage, then just how good must their personal equipment be?’

Geum Taeyang’s main weapon, ,

was said by themself to have defense comparable to a dragon’s

and firepower on par with dragon breath—utterly monstrous specs.

‘But if that’s the case, didn’t they get taken down way too easily?’

Of course,

Geum Taeyang had argued otherwise.

It wasn’t that they were weak—

it was that our party was too strong, making them look feeble by comparison.

…or so they claimed.

But whether Geum Taeyang was strong or weak wasn’t really worth dwelling on,

so after brushing it off, I finished organizing the money and items.

“I’m back.”

Sophia had also returned.

“How’d it go?” “Nothing happened.”

She had tagged along with Cain to monitor for any suspicious figures approaching,

but nothing of the sort occurred.

They just wandered around normally, checked pardon sales,

and exchanged letters—that was it.

A few women had tried flirting with Cain, complimenting his looks and attempting to seduce him one way or another,

but he had politely turned them away, saying he wasn’t interested.

Nothing noteworthy enough to call an incident had transpired.

…or so she reported.

“Really, nothing at all?” “Hmm…” “If I had to pick something odd…” “What?” “He bought five massive chunks of cheese.” “Isn’t that something he could just do?”

Normally, one would buy ingredients in moderation since they spoil over time.

But.

We possessed the super-high-end freezer ,

which could preserve food indefinitely.

Not only did it maintain freshness,

it even kept meals piping hot, as if freshly made.

Buying five blocks of cheese wasn’t really a stretch.

…or so I had thought.

“He didn’t buy them from nearby farms or stores.” “Then?” “He purchased cheese from another region, even paying extra for delivery.” “?”

Cheese was available locally.

So why?

Would he go through the trouble of paying more for imported cheese?

“Hmm…”

It was slightly strange,

but not incomprehensibly so.

Cheese was a product with distinct flavors and shapes depending on the cheesemaker.

Maybe Cain happened to know an artisan whose cheese he loved enough to pay extra for.

…was my assumption, but—

“Wait…” “Yes?” “Was the seller… Marianne?” “Given that Lady Elice recognizes the name, they must be a renowned cheesemaker?” “No.” “Huh?” “I don’t know them because they’re famous.” “Then…?” “I know them because Cain likes them.” “……What?”

I explained what I had heard from Geum Taeyang.

Marianne—Cain’s beloved.

A succubus powerful enough to have become one of the Four Heavenly Kings,

yet one who detested demons so deeply that she fled.

A woman who adored humans so much she wished to live among them.

Now running a dairy farm in a rural village,

she sold milk and produced cheese, cream, butter—ordinary countryside fare.

…or so she claimed,

but her dairy-making skills were abysmal, and taste expectations should remain low.

‘Not that I blame her.’

Demons, as a race, weren’t exactly craftsmen.

They were conquerors—obsessed with taking, killing, and subjugating.

Craved delicious food?

Rather than studying culinary arts,

they stole from other races who had mastered them.

Given her origins,

Marianne had never learned to cook,

much less properly make cheese, cream, or butter.

‘The only saving grace is that she knows how to run a farm.’

Years ago, she rescued an elderly couple managing a dairy.

Having no heirs, the couple entrusted their farm to Marianne

and taught her what they could.

She learned cattle care and milking,

but the techniques for cheese, cream, and butter remained incomplete—

the couple passed away before finishing her education.

Now, she ran the farm with half-baked knowledge,

producing excellent milk

but subpar, nearly inedible dairy products.

“So…” “The cheese Cain bought is…” “Disgustingly bad—apparently so awful you’d only eat it if starving to death.” “Meaning he bought it…” “…to give her money.”

Marianne was quite poor.

Though her milk was sellable,

its rapid spoilage made urban distribution impractical.

Meanwhile, her cheese, cream, and butter were too unpalatable to attract buyers.

Result?

No matter how diligently she operated the farm, profits hovered near zero.

At this point, selling the farm and pivoting careers would make more sense,

but she couldn’t.

‘Succubi periodically need to absorb life essence.’

Life essence—

otherwise known as sexual energy.

Most succubi seduce men to replenish theirs,

targeting not just human males

but also demons, goblins, ogres, and the like.

In dire cases, females might be preyed upon too.

But Marianne,

not wanting to burden humans,

opted to extract essence from dairy cows instead.

Hence the farm—

it yielded little profit,

but was her sole means of gathering essence without harming others.

“She’s a good demon.” “Right?”

If human essence was gourmet cuisine,

cow essence resembled stale, flavorless bread.

Surely she must have fantasized about preying on humans just once,

yet she restrained herself,

enduring the blandness out of consideration.

This alone proved she wasn’t evil.

“But…” “If she absorbs cow essence… does that mean she engages with cows?” “No.”

While intercourse was the most efficient method,

alternatives existed.

Essence was merely energy akin to mana, released during pleasure.

Any form of stimulation sufficed—

even milking cows stimulated their udders enough to extract essence.

In short,

just milking them worked fine.

Upon hearing this,

Sophia’s expression flashed with realization.

“Lady Elice?” “What?” “If essence is released just from feeling pleasure… does she even need direct sex?” “Nope.” “Couldn’t she absorb essence just by watching others have sex?” “……?” “Which means…” “The person in our group who’d love a harem most… is Marianne?”

Monogamy meant feeding on only one person’s essence.

But a harem?

Offered a diverse buffet.

Even better—1+1.

When others engaged, she could simultaneously drain essence from both participants.

“This could be useful for persuading her into the harem.” “Right?” “Great idea—thanks.”

We’d enjoy the harem,

while Marianne feasted on essence 1+1.

A symbiotic win-win.

‘No downsides, really.’

Essence was merely energy emitted during pleasure.

Losing it didn’t shorten lifespans

nor deplete vitality.

It was like sweat shed during sex—

harmless even when absorbed.

Then why were succubi feared?

‘Because some squeeze victims dry.’

To maximize essence extraction,

they tortured men beyond limits,

sometimes draining them into mummified husks.

This brutality earned succubi their infamy.

But in moderation?

Perfectly safe.

Like snacking on popcorn while watching others copulate—

no harm done.

‘Sure, exhibitionism might be embarrassing…’

But if it secured Marianne’s cooperation,

I’d gladly oblige.

…I was mid-plan when Cain arrived.

“Back?” “Master!” “We made a fortune!” “This should be enough to oust the Pope, right?”

The moment Cain entered, Marianne talk was shelved as gold coins were displayed.

‘Best keep it secret for now.’

I intended to discreetly recruit Marianne

and stage the final showdown once all heroines were assembled.

Until then—mum’s the word.

Cain was stunned.

Piles upon piles of gold.

While he’d been away, we had apparently ventured into demon territory and looted hoards.

‘Wow…’ ‘This is insane.’

In just three hours,

they had infiltrated demon lands, slaughtered monsters, and returned?

Such mobility to traverse vast distances rapidly,

and firepower to decimate hordes swiftly—

missing either would’ve rendered this feat impossible.

‘Elice…’ ‘Has grown absurdly strong.’

While game-Elice was formidable,

real-Elice had transcended even that.

At this rate, she might solo the Demon King.

‘Works for me.’

Though I could amass gold if motivated,

it was tedious work.

Her handling it in advance was appreciated.

…so I praised her, but—

“If you’re grateful, wanna milk my udders?” “……What?” “Master!” “My chest is huge. How about squeezing my teats?” “……Huh?” “Darling.” “While my bust is modest now, I can enlarge it if you wish.” “……What’s gotten into you?”

Too bewildered to respond.

What the hell?

Why the sudden fixation on udders?

…then it clicked.

“I heard your username in the other world was [IWantToMilkMariannesUdders].” “So we’re offering ours for milking.” “Master!” “Milk me all you want! If you named yourself that, you must love it, right?” “Should you desire, I shall milk myself like [IWantToMilkMariannesUdders] commands.” “Wha—huh?! W-Wait!!!”

What the fuck?!

How did they learn my username?!

…scratch that—problem wasn’t just exposure.

“[IWantToMilkMariannesUdders], please milk me.” “GYAAAAAAAAH!!!”

Shut up!!!

Stop saying my username!!!

“[IWantToMilkMariannesUdders]?” “KYYYYYYYYAAAAAA!!!”

They say devils weaken when their true names are called.

Now I understand why.

The sheer fucking humiliation.