Chapter Index

    “Hey, that customer wants to talk to you.”

    After sending another drunken guest home with their face on the table, I was taking a break to soothe my tired body when Jiyoo came by.

    Upon hearing from the succubus who had visited earlier that they were looking for me, I let out a deep sigh and slowly began to walk towards the guest.

    “…Indeed, succubi are quite beautiful.”

    To seduce others and gain something, one must possess a basic requirement of physical beauty.

    Although I had heard from my youngest about how exceptional Mongma’s beauty was, seeing it in person made me realize once again how lacking my youngest was in eloquence.

    Exuding a feminine charm comparable to Jiyoo’s… no, perhaps even more outstanding than Jiyoo, a figure that could be considered superior.

    The leisurely, gentle, and compassionate aura typical of elves. A soft voice that gently melts a man’s heart.

    From the elegance and grace of a vampire to the contrasting beauty of the vulgar and decadent succubus.

    If it weren’t for Hyeun or Jiyoo raising my standards, wouldn’t I have long since given up and surrendered everything?

    Feeling like things could go awry if I let my guard down even a bit, I steadied myself and took my place in front of Mongma.

    “I heard you were looking for me.”

    With an expressionless face and a gruff voice, the succubus, who had been swaying her tail, gave me a strange smile.

    “Nehehe… I’d like to have a chat with such a handsome man like you. Would you mind sparing a moment?”

    “It is possible, but if I get busy, I may have to interrupt our conversation midway. Please keep that in mind.”

    “Oh, it’s okay. After all… it will be over in a flash. Could you start with a Quick Fuck?”

    “Order received.”

    Perhaps not bothering to hide her intentions, the succubus blatantly revealed her desire while ordering a cocktail.

    Feeling uncomfortable under her gaze, I deliberately ignored it and began preparing the cocktail.

    Quick Fuck:

    A cocktail known as a lady killer, designed to quickly intoxicate, made by layering Kahlua, Baileys, and Midori in equal parts in a shot glass.

    After skillfully using my proficiency as an excuse to intentionally make the cocktail slowly, I handed the beautifully crafted drink to the guest, who soon flashed a satisfied smile and emptied the glass in one gulp.

    “Ahh… drinking a drink made by a handsome man like you makes my heart race even more. Hehe…”

    Trying not to pay attention, I started tidying up the bottles, but Mongma was still Mongma.

    Each word she uttered continued to cloud my mind.

    “You know? Actually, I didn’t plan to drink here originally.”

    “…Is that so.”

    “Yes ~ I just came in out of curiosity because I smelled something delicious. But then… my thoughts changed when I saw you.”

    Crunch.

    Chewing on a biscuit, licking off the crumbs from her lips, the succubus spoke with a completely relaxed face.

    “Sigh… It’s unbelievable that a handsome man like you still feels sympathy. You seem to have a strong libido, yet how can you feel sympathy with that physique…”

    “It seems you’ve had quite a bit to drink, ma’am. You seem to be in a risky state; perhaps it’s best to head home now…”

    “Hehe, I’m not a lightweight when it comes to alcohol. I appreciate your concern, but I’m still fine, you know?”

    …I’m not worried about you; I’m worried about myself.

    For some reason, the more I continued the conversation, the hazier my mind became.

    I felt like if I kept talking here, something unpleasant might happen, so I wanted to leave now.

    But it was impossible due to the lack of an excuse. It hadn’t even been five minutes since I started talking with this guest.

    Already feeling unwell, I couldn’t bear it anymore.

    As I groaned while touching my forehead, the succubus pulled a chair closer and whispered seductively, tempting me.

    “Even if you pretend otherwise, Monma sees everything. You… want me right now, don’t you?”

    “…I’ve never thought like that.”

    “You’re not being honest, hehe. It’s already written all over your face.”

    I shook my head in denial, but unfortunately, what the Monma said was true.

    My face felt like it was about to explode.

    My heart was pounding vigorously as if I had run a marathon several times, and blood rushed to my cheeks, creating a blush.

    Why am I feeling like this?

    Even though the body in front of me is close to my ideal type, I’ve never experienced this before.

    I couldn’t just splash cold water on my face at the sink while conversing with a guest.

    But I couldn’t just sit still like this, so I closed my eyes and began to cool down my flushed body.

    …Wouldn’t this hazy and hot sensation dissipate a bit if I imagined someone else’s appearance?

    Under the pretext of providing a service, I tried to recall the image of the erased figure in my mind.

    What came to mind was…

    Due to its highly provocative nature, yesterday’s vivid image that had been firmly engraved in my mind.

    As I imagined that dizzying sight that evoked a strong sense of powerlessness, the hazy sensation that clouded my mind subsided slightly.

    Judging that I had calmed down to some extent, I handed a grasshopper to the succubus for a snack and calmly spoke up.

    “I’m sorry, but sir, this isn’t the kind of entertainment establishment you’re thinking of. If you’re feeling lonely at night, please find a host bar instead of here.”

    “Hah, you’re really hurting my pride. Are you perhaps asexual? Or maybe you have a peculiar taste, like pedophilia? If you want, I can accommodate. Just spend one night with me.”

    “I will decline. I have no desire to engage in a relationship with someone who is not willing.”

    Unless it’s a considerable fool, there must be a reason behind showing kindness.

    Especially when the other party is a Monma whom I met for the first time today, without any prior acquaintance.

    Rather than sympathizing, I politely declined as I didn’t want to pay an unknown price in return.

    “Heh, you’re really hard to communicate with. Well, if words don’t work… actions will.”

    Seemingly reaching the limit of her patience, the succubus contorted her face in frustration, revealing her true intentions.

    With eyes resembling amethysts, she stared at me, attempting something.

    However, her attempt was abruptly thwarted by an intervening vampire.

    “Who the hell are you messing with… Hey, are you okay? Is there anything strange?”

    The vampire lightly subdued her with overwhelming force and asked about my well-being.

    Feeling the completely dissipating hazy sensation, I nodded in bewilderment.

    “Uh, yeah. Nothing’s wrong.”

    Except for my wildly racing heart.

    —–

    Could the saying “offering a child by the water” be referring to a situation like this?

    Watching Jaehyuk conversing with the succubus, I felt completely helpless.

    The guy’s face turning redder as the conversation progressed.

    I couldn’t help but worry that he might actually end up getting involved with the succubus, so I watched him with full concern.

    “Why are you like this, Unni? Are you worried about Jaehyuk oppa?”

    “Yeah, I’m worried. Judging by appearances, he seems naive and easily swayed.”

    “…It’s not worry, it feels more like jealousy.”

    “Jealousy? No, it’s just what friends should do to make sure their friends don’t go astray, right?”

    If the person Jeahyeok had a crush on was a nice and decent girl, he would have probably pushed him towards her while telling him to go for it.

    And he would have cheered him on wholeheartedly, praying that they would continue to have a good relationship.

    But the person blushing in front of him right now was none other than a succubus.

    A species that doesn’t love someone sincerely but sees them only as a prey to feed on.

    They steal hearts, offer dreams on summer nights, and then disappear—a species that embodies irresponsible pleasure.

    Who wouldn’t worry when their best friend is falling for such a dangerous woman?

    This wasn’t jealousy; it was simply concern.

    It was the worry of wanting your friend to walk the right path.

    I watched the guy stuttering in front of the succubus, and I shook my head slowly, crossing my arms.

    “I really don’t like this.”

    “…Um, Unni, can I ask you something I’m curious about?”

    “Hm? What is it?”

    “Just wondering… Do you think you’re better than this succubus guest right now?”

    “That’s… quite an absurd thing to say.”

    I chuckled dryly.

    “Of course, I’m better.”

    Isn’t it obvious that I’m better than that woman?

    I might fall short compared to his parents, but I know him better than most people do.

    I’ve grown accustomed to his annoying personality, and despite the initial difficulties of cohabitation, things have been smooth.

    Just looking at that, I see no way I’m inferior to a succubus.

    I shrugged at the very thought, and Ju-yeon started to look at me with a puzzled expression.

    “Why are you looking at me like that? Is there a problem?”

    “…No, Unni. Just got something in my eye for a moment.”

    “Need help?”

    “It’s okay. It just went away.”

    Ju-yeon shook her head and headed straight to take the guest’s order.

    Did she glance back at Jaehyeok after watching the guy vanish as if fleeing?

    “Sigh, he really doesn’t get it. Well, if words don’t work… actions will have to do the talking.”

    Muttering incoherent words, the succubus reached out towards Jaehyeok, and I hurriedly ran to push her hand away.

    “Eek…!”

    I deflected her hand with just enough force to not harm her, and the succubus glared at me fiercely, screaming.

    Ignoring her completely, I questioned her as if scolding.

    “What are you doing now, guest?”

    Someone else’s.

    Precious blood pouch.

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