Even pitted against close friends, there were certain things men simply couldn’t concede. In the middle of Ye Pubbe, two men glared at each other, fire in their eyes. The human, Stunk. And Zel, the elf. Each took a swig of ale from their wooden mugs before coming to verbal blows once more. “Cock!” “Dick!” A number of patrons looked on in surprise, but the two of them couldn’t have cared less. This was a battle of conviction between men. “’Kay, picture this. You’re havin’ some down ’n’ dirty, anything-goes, balls-to-the-wall playtime with your lady of choice. I’m talkin’ all-you-can-touch, -lick, -fuck, -grind—whatever you want. You’re hard as a rock. What. Do. You. Put. In. Her. Mouth?” “My dick!” “NO! You’re giving her your COCK! Even if you’re not totally into it—and especially if you are—going all in with the dirty talk is what gives it that extra bit of tension! It adds to the flavor! Come on now, Zel!” “The fact that you need to get vulgar to bring the flavor just means you’re a scumbag, Stunk! When you get excited, you can’t help yourself, and you start saying all sorts of embarrassing shit—it’s a dick, bro.” “Ugh, just hearing you say it is making my skin crawl!” “The most important thing is the magical lilt you give your voice! When you say dick, there’s a certain spellbinding element—although negligible—that electrifies the energy in the air. So I say it’s a dick!” “Who the fuck understands magical fetishism? It’s a cock!” “It’s a dick!” “Cock!” “Dick!” “Now you’re just confusing yourself!” Stunk and Zel’s chaotic conversation seemed to drag on forever. Wham—! A plate slammed angrily onto the table. “Can you two please lower your voices…?” The barmaid looked down at the two of them, her cheeks rosy. The wings on her back were twitching, and the claws of her avian legs were digging into the wooden floor. She was clearly having a hard time with the lewd nature of their conversation. The barmaid was a young winged woman, but the cleavage popping out from her otherwise modest barmaid uniform suggested she was developing early. A winged woman was exactly as the name suggested: She had wings growing from her back and possessed the ability to fly. She had tail feathers growing from her backside, avian legs with inverted knees, and birdlike features on other parts of her body. Yet despite her inhuman features, she still walked upright on two legs like any other person. She also possessed human intelligence, making her perfectly suited for her barmaid role, which required basic communication skills. Meidri crossed her arms and sighed. “You two can visit whatever succubus joint you want, but this is a place for eating and drinking. If you’re gonna be pervs, do it quietly.” “Hunger comes in many forms and is mandatory for all species, dear Meidri.” “Your very existence can be attributed to your parents’ insatiable appetites, dear Meidri.” “You’re pissing me off.” Meidri’s eyes glazed over. Stunk and Zel felt her murderous intent at once and averted their gazes. “Sigh… Honestly, you two are beyond help…” The customer was always right, after all. Meidri slumped her shoulders and conceded. “Anyway, just try to keep it down. And don’t be a bad influence on Crim.” “That really depends on him, doesn’t it, friend Zel?” “I would have to agree, friend Stunk.” Still looking down meekly, the pair found Crim out of the corners of their eyes. They all acknowledged Crim as a him, but another person could have just as easily used her. Crim’s blond hair resembled sun-spun silk, and their skin was nearly translucent. Every line of their body was impossibly delicate, and the soft contours of their face complemented their doe eyes. They were a painting come to life. Today, as any other day, they were floating around the pub floor, a serving tray in hand. Wanting to reward a hardworking youngster with a little R & R was simply the proper attitude of any upstanding adult. “Hey, Crim!” “What would you want a girl to call your unit?” “What did I just say?!” Meidri proceeded to pummel Stunk and Zel with the corner of the tray she was holding. It hurt, sure, but they were used to it. Um, well, even though they were used to it, it still hurt like hell. The poster girl of Ye Pubbe was a cutie, but she definitely had a violent streak about her. If one didn’t know where to draw the line, the results wouldn’t be pretty. “What are you guys thinking…?” The other poster child of Ye Pubbe, Crim, narrowed their eyes as their face flushed with agitation. “I mean, we just want the opinion of as many different species as possible.” “Yeah, you’re the only angel around.” This wasn’t a metaphor extolling their virtue of innocence. This server at Ye Pubbe, Crimvael, was an honest-to-goodness angel. They reported directly to God—a species of the highest order, a genuine angel. They had a golden halo atop their head and golden wings sprouting from their back. The rest of their physical features were the same as a normal human’s. Angels were often lauded for their elegance in form and feature, much like elves, but the sample size was incredibly small. There were almost no episodes of them coming down to earth. Those who did quickly fell into the realm of fairy tales. The locals were limited to the example of Crim—a flawless beauty for their age and easily mistaken for a young girl. “I’m pretty sure angels don’t get this question a lot, but since you’re nearly a full-grown man…” Crim blushed and looked to the ground. Their thin legs were reluctant to move an inch. To be more precise, their wings were frozen in place. They preferred flying to walking, after all. Their wings didn’t even need to beat all that heavily to keep them afloat. This perplexing trait served to further distinguish angels from all other airborne species. “Yeah, Crim, you’re a legend. So indulge us every once in a while.” Stunk rubbed his hands together like a perverted old man and let out a greasy chuckle. “I heard about that fairy slayer in your pants. Sounds like you’ve got somethin’ to write home about, eh?” “No! And I did no such thing! The fairy at the brothel said it would never fit— Oh, look at what you made me say…!” Although Crim grew red and flustered, which added to their cuteness, the truth remained. A massive blade of legend did hang heavily between their dainty thighs. Ignoring the fact that most men— Stunk and Zel included—would seem big in comparison with the tiny fairies at a certain succubus joint, the two laughed in the face of the Crimvael the Blessed. “Psh!! There ain’t a succu-girl in the whole district who could take on that thing!” Indeed, Crim was another regular in Stunk’s party. “I could never have a lady talk about my…bits…like that… How mortifying…” Crim’s meek stance had revived the sadist in Stunk. “What the—? If a gorgeous chick with huge tits grabbed you from behind and started feelin’ you up downstairs, what the hell would you want her to call it—?!” Stunk’s spirited tirade drove Crim into a corner. They were silent at first, but the pressure soon coaxed a shaky response out of them… “…My…cutie…or something like that…” “Holy shit, what an adorable reply! Hey, everybody, listen up! Crim wants ya to call his cock a cutie!” “Bwa-ha-ha-ha! That big ol’ dick is anything but cute!!” “N-no way! Stunk, Zel—there’s just no way!” Seeing Crim burst into tears, Meidri took to pummeling Stunk and Zel with her serving tray once more. They decided it would be best to tease Crim when Meidri wasn’t around… Yet no matter how many times they got their faces bashed in, Stunk’s and Zel’s sexual curiosity knew no limits. “Just what is it that influences the way guys nickname their junk?” Stunk and Zel lowered their voices and continued pestering the pub’s patrons for their penile preferences. “Hmm, I don’t really care if it’s a dick or a cock or whatever…” Kanchal crossed his arms as he considered the question. His legs didn’t reach the ground when he was sitting, so with his crossed arms, he looked extremely compact. Yet despite his looks, he wasn’t a child. He was actually a grown man. Kanchal was a halfling—a diminutive species, generally quick-witted and clever, like rabbits. Even as adults, they often looked more like teenagers. They were hairier than the average person in places, and unless one picked them out from their slightly pointed ears, it was easy to mistake them for children—which never ended well. They were far more cunning than their appearances let on. As a whole, halflings were quite brash. With an innocent smile and an impossibly youthful face, Kanchal added, “I don’t care what they call it as long as they do their job. With reverence.” His comment wasn’t innocent by any stretch of the imagination. “…So like…your blessed dick?” “…Or like…thine hallowed cock?” “Yeah, but hearing it from you two doesn’t do anything for me!” “Well, it’s not like we wanna say that stuff to you, either!” “All I’m saying is, I get it’s just a part of my body as any other—but in the bedroom, I want a lady to respect it! No, worship it!” Kanchal was an adult with the face of a boy, ranting about an incredibly lewd topic without even flinching. In a way, it was admirable. “Gods above, never have I seen a cock so magnificent!” “Give it a rest, Stunk! You can’t even get the rhythm right!” “Your cock sure makes a lot of demands. Rhythm?” “Good dirty talk has rhythm and melody! Good dirty talk inspires the soul to dance and the flesh to quiver.” What in the world was this pip-squeak talking about? “…Y’know… I actually really like the term little man for my dick.” “What are you talking about, Zel?” Kanchal seemed turned off by Zel’s unusually serious statement. “Man, I get that, Zel.” “Wait, you do, Stunk?!” “I wanna hear that kinda thing from a superhot older woman… Like, Your little man is so thick, I bet we’d have a lot of fun together. Why don’t you just let me take care of him? or something like that, y’know?” “It’d be nice if you were with someone a bit younger and naughtier, too, like, Wow, your little man looks so sweet, I could just eat him up, tee-hee.” “Oh yeah, I know what you mean, Zel… But god, it’s terrifying coming from you.” “Yeah, I even grossed myself out. But I really understand where you’re coming from…” The sound of wooden mugs clinking together echoed across the pub. “Hmm… I’m okay with her calling it little man at first, like if she doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into. But by the time I’m finished with her, she wouldn’t even be able to stand up straight. She’d be utterly broken, only having enough energy to sing its praises. That’d be ideal…” Kanchal sulked and took a bite of some roasted beans. Stunk then moved to ask the opinion of another at the table. “Nalgami, what do you think?” The person in question wasn’t sitting on a chair but rather propping himself up on a coiled tail. He was a lamia—a humanoid species with the traits of a snake. The lower half of his body was one long, serpentine tail. Additional features included a forked tongue and snake eyes. Nalgami shifted his gaze in Stunk’s direction. “I don’t have any particular preference…but if we’re talking about general phrases we enjoy hearing, I love it when they say ‘It’s as long a snake!’ The other day, a girl actually said that to me!” Stunk cocked his head to the side in confusion. “Hey, if a girl said yours was big like a gorilla, how would you feel?” “I’d assume she was a new hire or something.” “Right? Escorts can be really hit-or-miss.” Nalgami’s forked tongue slithered out of his mouth as he slumped his shoulders. “Oh, you were talking about an encounter with an escort, not a girl on-site? That makes an off night even worse.” Stunk seemed taken aback for a moment but immediately recovered. An escort was another type of succubus-joint employee. Some of them were high-end girls who were magically materialized right at your door, while others were cheaper and simply walked to your location after being summoned with telepathy magic. Both options differed greatly from selecting a girl on-site. What set the experience apart was that you had no idea what kind of person you’d be spending time with until she arrived. You could request a change, of course, but abusing the privilege could land you in hot water. “For me…” To the right of Nalgami, a male hybrid named Brooz chimed in, a scowl on his face. A hybrid was a species with traits derived from various animals dogs, cats, rabbits, foxes, boars, and so on. But Brooz was a dog hybrid. He was essentially a bipedal dog man. His imposing, muscular body and sharp eyes gave the impression that he was of a large, strong breed. But despite these looks, his restrained speech gave him a certain charm. “You have to do it with escorts in a hotel room, which presents a problem.” “Problem? Isn’t that the merit of escorts?” “Right,” Zel interjected, placing his hands on the table. “When you’re just lazing around in your hotel and don’t feel like going anywhere, you can get a girl to come straight to you. If you have the girl’s card or the business card of the establishment, it’s actually pretty easy to get a hold of ’em with telepathy.” “Maybe for elves, since you’re all naturally gifted with magic. But I’m more of a melee type, so…” Brooz cleared his throat, but it sounded more like a vicious dog’s barking. “Getting back to your question, for me, it’s not about what they call it, but rather how they say it.” “You mean like with a smoky voice? Or with that rhythm thing Kanchal was talking about?” “I like it when I can make ’em squeal in a high-pitched voice, like a far-off howl. I want her screaming loud enough to piss off the next-door neighbors.” “For example, Gimme that COOOOOCK?” “Or maybe I need that DIIIIICK?” The usual suspects started getting loud again, causing Meidri to stare daggers at them. Stunk lowered his voice immediately. “How interesting. You’re a beast, but your preference lies in auditory perception…” “Actually, for me, how they smell takes top priority. Their voice is a close second.” As a dog hybrid, Brooz’s senses of smell and hearing far exceeded those of a human. “Wait a sec—dogs don’t really make any sounds during sex, do they?” “That’s because if we cried out during the act, the sound could alert our enemies. If I’m able to enjoy sex to the fullest without worrying about a potential ambush, you can bet I’ll let it all out… By the way, don’t lump hybrids in with common dogs.” “So what kind of high-pitched squeal does it for you?” “Awoooo!!” “That sounds exactly like a dog.” “Grrrr…” The growling didn’t help Brooz’s case in the slightest. Stunk and Zel continued seeking opinions from the pub’s patrons for a while after that. Surprisingly, less than 30 percent of responders seemed to prefer escorts. They had strayed from their initial objective, but acting on whims was the way of the pub. This made it harder to lock down a consensus among interspecies males. “It’s not that big a deal to take a step outside and handpick a proper succubus joint.” The majority of the men in Ye Pubbe were adventurers. They made their living on their feet, so it was no trouble to do a bit of traveling for a good girl. Of course, it was also fairly common to search high and low only to be massively disappointed. “I guess neither succubus joints nor escort services are totally infallible.” Hearing Stunk’s words, the men gathered all gave a solemn nod. All men had at least one negative experience with women along their path to adulthood. “Absolutely… It goes without saying that a one-hundred-percent success rate is a myth no matter where you look.” Zel looked up at the ceiling with the vacant, listless gaze of a philosopher. As a long-lived elf, he’d had his fair share of bad encounters. “Hmph… One-hundred-percent customer satisfaction might be a myth, but that joint, the Back-Alley Black ’n’ Red Striped Sign, and the Time-Traveling Temptress are supposed to be a couple of myth busters.” Samtahn spoke with a self-satisfied look on his face. He had blue skin and two horns protruding from his head. In a place like Ye Pubbe, he stuck out like a sore thumb. That’s because Samtahn was a demon—a dark species straight from Hell. Their kind boasted tremendous life energy and insidious magical powers. They were generally selfish and delighted in tricking others. However, they were also known to be extremely inflexible. For this reason, they were easily taken advantage of, particularly when it came to contractual obligations. All things considered, their reputation as a species wasn’t great. In Samtahn’s case, he was another succu-girl-obsessed individual who faithfully embarked on any voyage charted by his compass. “The succubus district is steeped in iniquity. Its history is rife with tales of foul play.” “I have some concerns about a demon claiming foul play, but I get what you’re saying.” Stunk nodded deeply. To speak of the history of the succubus district was to speak of the history of sexual desire itself. The sordid tastes that composed man’s varied sexual appetites could all be woven together here, and many urban legends were born in turn. Snow-white catgirls who brought good luck. A succubus joint that changed locations at night. A succubus joint sealed within a dark labyrinth. A succubus joint at the end of the sky. A doting Great Mother who went above and beyond one’s wildest dreams. A gilded pole dancer from the Golden Kingdom. A succu-girl on the run from the law after imbibing and disposing of illegal magical-growth potions. A spectral succu-girl who appeared in the bathroom at night and forced herself on unsuspecting occupants. A giant who injured their leg in the ocean and had a fairy succubus joint appear on their knee. The list went on and on, and with dizzying variety. “Urban legends! Now we’re talking!” A tiny silhouette hopped up and down in a huff. It was Kanchal again. “Just the other day, they discovered a succubus joint that was thought to be an urban legend!” He was breathing heavily through his nose as he ran back and forth between his compatriots. “A sweet scent and sultry song draw you in, and when you enter, it’s Shangri-la… You sing, dance, and bathe in unparalleled bliss—body and mind! It’s pleasure beyond description! The name of the place is Kama Sutra!” “The name’s a little on-the-nose, don’cha think?” “They say it’s full of siren succu-girls! If tone of voice or specific phrases are what tickle your fancy, you might really like this place! I wanna check it out, too!” His eyes glittering furiously, Stunk shot a look at Zel. “You could be on to something.” “But which siren are we talking about here?” Zel had good reason to be concerned. There were two species that shared the name siren. One was similar to mermaids—gorgeous girl up top, fish on the bottom. The other had white wings and avian lower halves. They were an airborne species somewhere between a winged woman and a harpy. The two sirens were fish and bird species, but they did have one trait in common: Both had a breathtakingly beautiful musicality to their voices, linking them to the ocean. In the past, women who bewitched sailors with their magical singing voices were referred to as sirens. As a result, both species, who incidentally possessed the same ability, came to be called by same name, and they went with it. However, there was no academic reasoning behind this. They were an urban legend if ever there was one. “I heard the ones at Kama Sutra have wings. They have other species of succu-girl, too.” “So where is it?” “The flagship location is somewhere beyond the desert, but they have a second location near the Great River.” Kanchal pointed at a map on the wall as he explained. Luckily, it seemed to be in an area Stunk and Zel had been to many times. “That means we can take a shortcut through Yogan Cave.” “Well, shall we?” “Obviously!” Stunk and Zel stood up at once. Outside Ye Pubbe, the sun hung high in the sky. Adventurers were a dissolute breed, and if they were bored, they got drunk, no matter the time of day. “Hang on, you two!” said Meidri as she rushed over to stop them. “Why can’t you just take the city route? That cave is full of monsters. I’ve heard it’s really dangerous.” Wait, was she was listening to our lewd conversation that entire time? Well damn, I guess she was interested after all. Gotta watch out for the quiet ones, heh-heh-heh… Stunk quickly pocketed his dirty-old-man thoughts and turned back to Meidri, doing his best to appear serious. “Think fast, fuck slow—that’s the way of the succubus.” “Spelled out, it means that striking while the iron is hot is good, but premature ejaculation is a shame. Do you get it, my winged beauty?” “You are sexual-harassment incarnate… Ugh, whatever.” Meidri turned on her heel and made to leave. Her feigned innocence only added to her appeal. She had a fair face as well as a bountiful bust. If she had chosen to work in a succubus joint, she would be a popular pick for sure. “Oh, before I forget. Hey, Crim, wanna come with?” “Umm, Stunk… I…” The gorgeous angel’s gaze darted all over, clearly concerned. Meidri gripped Crim’s slender throat like a hawk falling on prey. “We have the evening rush coming. You will not suddenly vanish on me again. Do you hear me? You were with Stunk and the others when they returned from their sexcapades last time, weren’t you?” “Meidri, your smile is scaring me.” “And Yogan Cave is dangerous. Those horny idiots can go get themselves killed if they want to, but not you. Got it?” “I’m sure I’ll be fine if I’m with Stunk and everyone…” Turning their backs to the Ye Pubbe employees, Stunk and company prepared to leave. “Real men live in the moment! It’s fine if Babyface Crim sits this one out.” “Yeah, we’re gonna get our freak on without you! You snooze, you lose!” “Whoo-hoo!” “Yeehaw!” “Are you two children?!.” And with that, Stunk’s group bolted from the pub, if only to escape another tray pummeling. At the other end of Yogan Cave, peerless beauties awaited them. Looking down on the Great River from the mountainside, it seemed to resemble the dancing figure of a woman. At least, that’s what a romanticist might say. “It doesn’t look like a woman at all.” The group agreed with Stunk’s cold assessment. Brooz spoke up while pawing at his canine nose. “All I see a bunch of little rivers that branch off in random directions.” Kanchal chimed in from his perch in a nearby tree. “I can sort of see a woman…but more importantly, why is it called the Great River?” Before them, an infinite web of rivers broke off and came together again. Each of the rivulets was no more than a small stream in scale. Though they were far away, it was easy to see that any of these was much too small to be called a “Great River.” “Once every couple hundred years or so, all these streams get really inundated and run together to form one huge river.” “Damn, Grandpa Zel, you really know your stuff.” “Hey, I ain’t a day over two hundred.” When the Great River flooded, the water would swallow the land for miles around. But since it only happened once every couple hundred years, short-lived species that built settlements nearby would sometimes get swept away. It wasn’t until elves and other long-lived species raised the issue to the king that the surrounding area was deemed unfit for inhabitance. “The violent current of that river over there reminds me of a certain someone.” Stunk jutted his chin—still bruised from Meidri’s beating—in the direction of the water. As far as he was concerned, she was way more dangerous than any cave monster. “Where is this Kama Sutra place anyway?” “Over there! Can’t you see the path leading out from the woods? Well, it’s at the top of that hill, actually. Up there, the place would be safe even if the river flooded.” It was easy to spot from Kanchal’s perch. At the top of the hill beyond the thicket of trees, a small building was just barely visible. There was another teardrop-shaped building at a higher point on the same hill. The structures’ exotic natures, uncommon in this region, drew the attention of all four compasses. The human: Stunk. The elf: Zel. The halfling: Kanchal. The hybrid: Brooz. Though they were of four different species, they shared a common goal. Onward they marched, ever drawn by the pull of their compasses as they approached the promised land. In no time at all, they arrived at the succubus district atop the forested hill. Myriad dens of debauchery dotted the sea of green. “Lotta elf places up here. I guess that’s because we’re in the forest.” “Ohh, there’s a dryad joint, too. It’s been a while since I had fun with a dryad…” “A kelpie joint, huh? …In those places, the bath is so deep, it’s all you can do to not drown.” “Achoo—!” The fuzzy one among them let out a great big sneeze. “You getting sick on me, Brooz?” “Nah. Ever since a little bit ago, there’s been this weird scent in the air… Achoo—!” Brooz was anxiously rubbing his nose. “This is just my hunch, but could this smell possibly be—?” “There it is! We made it, boys!” Kanchal let out an excited yelp, cutting off Brooz. At long last, Kama Sutra loomed before them. “…It’s massive.” The building looked like something out of another realm. It was easily three times larger than any of the surrounding establishments. The central structure had three adjoining towers, and a massive tree trunk ran through its teardrop-shaped roof. The entire building was bathed in sunlight and gave off a resplendent sheen, perhaps due to a special paint or material. Even the sign over the entryway was glittering like a cut diamond. The men let out a collective gulp and found that their mouths had gone dry. “Hey, Kanchal, I’m guessing this place is pretty pricey, huh?” “All my friend said was that it was incredible.” Stunk opened up his leather satchel and checked his finances. The rest of the group pulled their pockets inside out. Silence. “…We should probably try somewhere else.” “Yeah, nothing we can do about it this time.” “Ahh—Achoo—!” No matter how adamant their compasses might have been, they simply couldn’t spend money they didn’t have. “O-oh, wait a sec! That monster we defeated back in Yogan Cave was huge! There has to be some kind of bounty on its head. Let’s hit up the locals and see if we can cash in!” “Why are you getting so fired up all of a sudden?” “I’ve always wanted to check out Kama Sutra… I don’t even care if you cut into my share of the reward! Let’s just try! Please!” Kanchal’s compass was especially aggressive today. But the other men understood his feelings all too well. Seventy percent of all risks taken end in regret. However, the remaining 30 percent are met with extreme validation. The group decided to hedge their bets on the potential reward money and made their way to the local guild. The moment they walked through the doors of Kama Sutra, the dulcet melodies of a stringed instrument graced their ears. “From the twilight emerge four weary travelers, their eyes afire, rapt with desire, O Garuda… ” A woman was singing. She had two horns protruding from her head, red skin, and golden wings on her back. From the waist down, she had the body of a bird. Although her appearance came off as a little gaudy, they had never seen anyone like her before. They also didn’t recognize the stringed instrument she plucked or the exotic melody it produced. That said, her clear eyes and pronounced nose accentuated her gorgeous face. Stunk knew his type when he saw it. But her little performance began so suddenly that he wasn’t quite sure how to react. “You work here…right?” “She’s a gandharva. I haven’t seen one in so long.” “You’re familiar with her kind, Zel?” “They’re an airborne species that lives in the tropical region to the east. Their culture holds a deep appreciation for the arts.” “Far have we traveled, across the scorching sands, to delight in the pleasures of the flesh… ” The gandharva, who they assumed to be the receptionist, did a skillful dance step on her avian legs. Not to be outdone, Kanchal responded with a jig of his own. “We’ve never been here before… Please tell us more… ” He was getting into it. “Of course, I would be happy to give you the full rundown of our establishment.” “Oh, so you can speak normally.” “It would be hard on first-timers if I sang through the entire explanation.” The gandharva’s song and dance concluded as she adopted a more professional persona. She didn’t stop playing her instrument, however. The group wasn’t sure if it was personal preference or company policy. The available services didn’t differ greatly from a regular succubus joint. Pick a girl, pick a theme, then head off to battle in the playroom of your choosing. “I dunno if I follow these themes… Standard means regular, obviously, but what’s with the minstrel course and the church-music course?” “It is just as their names suggest. The minstrel course lets you enjoy passionate, lyrical exchange, and the church-music course features authentic pipe organs. We also have musical selections that would be more familiar to customers from the west.” “So you’re strictly talking BGM?” “No wonder this place is so huge…” Neither the minstrel nor church-music courses really resonated with anyone in the party, so they all opted for the standard course. All they had to do now was select their partners. However… “Achoo… Achoo… A-achoo—!” …Brooz’s sneezes hadn’t let up. “Brooz, you good?” “Th-this smell… It’s so spicy… My nose—Achoo—!” “The smell isn’t bothering me.” A particular fragrance wafted from the gandharva’s body. It smelled like a number of different perfumes mixed together. The moment the enticing scent entered Stunk’s nostrils, it lit a fire in his loins. “I guess having an acute sense of smell can be a blessing and a curse.” “Excuse me, I’d like to select this G-cup siren for the standard course!” “Kanchal, you little shit! You snatched up the one with the biggest tits while I was showing compassion for my fellow man!” After Kanchal, it was Stunk’s turn to look through the glass window and select a girl. The room was filled to the brim with sirens and gandharvas. Thankfully, Stunk’s compass pointed him in the direction of a girl other than the one Kanchal had already called dibs on. “Okay, I’ll take the slender gandharva with the six-pack.” “I have a hard time saying no to a siren, but we came all the way here, so I’ll go with her.” Zel pointed at a particularly youthful gandharva. “A-achoo! I’d like a siren wearing very little perfume, please…” Brooz’s red, watery eyes were deadly serious. “At your behest, honored guests… Your goddesses await… ” The group quickly paired off. They had only been a party up until the moment they entered the establishment. After all, how could a man prove his individual worth while standing shoulder to shoulder with his comrades? They each faced their chosen succu-girl with determination. All right, let’s see what this gandharva can do! Opening the door to the playroom was akin to throwing wide the gates of the treasure hoard after clearing a difficult dungeon. The heart trembled with anticipation, as well as with the slightest sliver of fear. A delicate aroma wafted toward Stunk, rousing his primal instincts as a lilting string melody serenaded him. His partner held no instrument, however. “Heh, jackpot.” The girl Stunk had chosen through the window was no less alluring up close. At succubus joints, it wasn’t rare for a girl to pose at the perfect angle, making herself look like a ten out of ten, all to get her hooks into a potential customer. Taking this into consideration, Stunk was pleased to see the girl he had chosen was a knockout from every possible angle. With her pronounced features, one wouldn’t immediately call her a babe or a beauty. She was 100 percent badass. Man, I love it when a girl with a face like this bends to my every whim. Her sporty physique was the perfect complement to her cool face. She had well-defined muscles and almost no body fat, her perky bust adding an extra bit of flavor to her profile. The red skin visible beneath the sheer fabric of her sari was the flame of passion made manifest. “Hhhhhhh—” She took in a deep breath and gracefully extended a hand toward Stunk. “The moment you dreamed of has finally come… Let our souls intertwine till our bodies grow numb… ” “You’re a singer, too?!” Stunk couldn’t resist taking a jab at his girl’s overly rehearsed singsong voice. Little did he know this was only the beginning. Before long, Stunk found himself unable to make a jab—or say anything else, for that matter. He had been swallowed by a flood of noise. * Back at Ye Pubbe, Stunk’s group presented their findings as always. The reviews detailed their experiences at the succubus joint they visited, complete with pros and cons, and the joint’s overall score out of ten. The moment the review went up on the bulletin board, it was swarmed by eager pub patrons. A number of them even offered to buy a copy. These men were all hungry for information on the best succubus spots, and everyone who wrote a review got a cut of the commission—when the reviews actually sold, that is. “Awesome! I made enough for another outing!” “…Hey, Stunk… Next time, how about we go somewhere where the girls are a little more laid-back?” “Zel, just this once, I agree with you.” A melodic voice echoed in Stunk’s mind. It would be a while before he felt up to doing it with a screamer.
Chapter 3
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