I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

...

Upon seeing Fingel's arrival, the two succubi at the door lit up—Oh! Isn't this Lord Fingel?

"Wow!"

"It's the boss's man!"

"Hehe, Lord Fingel, would you like me to help out this time? I've heard about your business from the boss, and I'm quite interested."

!!!

Boss? What?

Could it be that super hot female succubus boss with big breasts? No way!

The teenagers and middle-aged men in line looked on in despair... What a joke! Being rich and handsome is already outrageous enough, but now even the female succubus boss is interested in him? What a joke!

“Ahem, no rush.” Fingel coughed twice tactically. “Take me to your boss. I have something to discuss with her.”

"Hehe, you get it~"

"Please come with me."

He was at a succubus shop, and then went missing while doing photoshopping—that's how Fingel didn't go home for three days.

........................................

Okay, time to go home.

"! Fingel, what's wrong with you...?"

"You look terrible! You look like an undead!"

Wiz, dressed in a maid outfit, was shocked to see Fingel's gaunt face, which looked like he hadn't eaten for months.

What happened?

Is this some kind of curse?

Could it be the Headless Horseman?

"It's nothing...cough cough, I'm just a little tired." Fingel, whose legs were trembling slightly, plopped down on the sofa and took a deep breath.

He...he's alive again.

There was no succubus scent in the air; the fresh, cool air, devoid of lust, cleansed his lungs, and with each deep breath, his chest opened up.

While the female succubus was exhilarating, it was incredibly physically demanding... especially the female shopkeeper, who seemed to be a high-level succubus with astonishing strength, not to mention the two succubi who joined the battle later.

After all, they were really fighting! It wasn't just a simple dream!

"Wiz, could you please ask the kitchen lady to make something nice tonight, and include some steak to supplement our protein intake?"

Fingel's legs were trembling; the succubus was terrifying beyond belief.

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Author's note: I've done a bit too much... What should we eat to replenish our bodies, guys?

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Castle Girl Party Plan

"Wiz, could you please ask the kitchen lady to make something nice tonight, and include some steak to supplement our protein intake?"

Fingel pleaded, adding that he no longer had the desire to flirt with Wiz, and that he probably wouldn't have any such desire for a while.

My legs are numb!

hateful!

Although he was quite strong as a human male, it was still far too much compared to succubi, a race that was born to drain the most semen; they were practically born for sex.

It's hard not to suspect that their physiological structures are different; for example, their bodies might not be designed for pregnancy, but rather have cavities specifically for absorbing sperm.

'I'm never doing team fights again.'

Fingel couldn't help but shudder. What an immoral woman! She actually ganged up on someone.

He couldn't help but recall it.

...

"Wow, that's amazing, honey! I have to ask for help now. Are you sure you can handle it? It's okay if you can't manage, okay?"

'No? What do you mean no?! Are you kidding me?!'

No, no~ I know you're amazing, I'm just~ worried you won't be able to handle it.

"Are you kidding me! Don't underestimate me!!! One more, no, all of you come at me at once!"

"One person, one time! One person, one time! Anyone who didn't know better would think I'm fucking impotent!"

.....

The memory ends, a beautiful dream that even kidney warriors fear.

My brain is shaking!

Fingel pinched his brow. Even he felt tired, something he hadn't experienced in a long time. Humans still have too many limits.

Looking back now, I realize that woman definitely did it on purpose.

Wiz, however, didn't quite understand. Protein? What's that?

'Replenishing protein? I don't quite understand. Did you do something physically demanding?'

But... never mind, it has nothing to do with me!

"Okay! Please wait a moment, Young Master Fingel? Haha."

Wiz beamed with a bright smile, drew a circle in the air with her fingers, and skipped away like a little girl who had heard that she was going on vacation.

"?"

Fingel couldn't help but stare at the woman, his smile a little too innocent, like that of a child.

"You seem rather happy... Is it because you can get a nice meal tonight? That's strange."

Although he enjoyed the sugar-coated bullets of feudalism, Finger was actually not a person who valued formalities much. He didn't necessarily need to be served when he ate, and if he was in the mood, he would have his maid sit with him while he ate—besides, he wasn't a nobleman yet.

So he often ate with Wiz, and sometimes food tastes better when there are more people around.

What is she thinking?

Fingel pondered for a moment, then couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh, women."

Although he has spent time with many beautiful girls, Fingel still feels that he really can't understand what women are thinking.

However, he still liked the women around him; most of them were more independent, more individualistic, and had their own things to do.

Fingel considered himself a free man, and he didn't want to meet that kind of woman—one who patiently wove a web to bind him. She wanted to drag him down to her level; she cared nothing about me, only that I belonged to her. She was willing to do anything in the world for me, but there was only one thing I wanted her to do that she couldn't: leave me alone.

Correct.

'Don't bother me.'

Well, I can help you with that.

"Let's skip this week."

Fingel entered a state of enlightenment, a state he hadn't experienced in a long time, and even recalled the contents of various books from his previous life—what was he missing compared to before he transmigrated?

It's probably the information bombardment of the information age.

'Perhaps I could find some books to fill the emptiness in my heart, instead of spending my days writing critiques.'

he thought so.

Soon, it was time for dinner.

.....

A long oak dining table was covered with a tablecloth with a subtle embroidery pattern. Silver candlesticks cast a warm glow between the grilled steak and candied apples. Fingel took a sip of cola... Who knows how they came up with soft drinks in another world? They even have a sewer system here, can you believe it?

"not bad."

As Fingel sipped his cola and tore into his steak, he noticed a strange phenomenon—he seemed to be increasingly craving rarer cuts, which was odd.

To be honest, he would much rather go back to modern times and find a few fancy hole-in-the-wall restaurants, order some of his favorite dishes and a Coke, and have a hearty meal than eat Western food.

As for why everyone drinks cola? Because there's a shortage of supplies here, and there aren't many good-tasting beverages available.

Therefore, the supplies are insufficient.

"I'm starting!"

"Thank you, Mr. Fingel, for the wonderful meal! It was great!"

Wiz shook his head as he vigorously cut into the steak with his knife and fork, clearly enjoying himself immensely.

For her, the two things that make her happiest every day are:

The first thing that happened was that the shop became very profitable, and customers were vying to buy her products.

The second thing is that, although I didn't make much money, I was able to have a luxurious dinner at Fingel's when I got home.

If possible, Wiz hopes to stay in this maid position forever.

but,.....

"Mr. Fingel, may I ask for a few days off?"

Wiz took a small bite of bread, hesitated for a moment, but still spoke.

Her tone suggested reluctance, as if she were making a difficult decision.

"Hmm? Taking leave? Is there something you need to do?" Fingel looked surprised, his tone unusually kind. "About how many days will you need to take?"

Since he was temporarily free from worldly desires, he temporarily abandoned the idea of ​​sexual harassment.

"Just two days... no, three days!"

"I'm so sorry! I'd accept it even if it meant having my salary docked, Red Bean Paste, Country Destroyed!"

Wiz pushed back her seat and stood up, bowing deeply with great sincerity—her full, rounded breasts bounced vigorously, and her low-cut maid outfit outlined an astonishing cleavage.

!

"Reading? What a load of crap."

Fingel coughed twice tactically, expressing deep regret for his earlier decision to retreat from reading and cultivating his mind, and deeply condemning his momentary weakness.

Men should always be thinking about handsome and beautiful girls.

"What's wrong? In principle, I don't allow leave... but if you absolutely must take leave." Fingel's expression was somewhat serious, as if he cared a lot.

"They might deduct half a month's salary?"

He raised his left hand and held up his index finger.

"Huh?? Half a month's salary? That's so strict!"

Wiz narrowed her eyes in surprise, pouted, and sounded a little aggrieved; she really needed money.

"That much? But... okay, I'm willing to accept it."

"Thank you, Mr. Fingel."

Oh?

Fingel was genuinely shocked. She didn't even want the money? This money-grubbing woman didn't want money? This was unexpected! Had the sky fallen?

'Speaking of which, Wiz's identity is definitely not ordinary... As a high-ranking undead, his identity is absolutely extraordinary.'

'Could something that could make someone like this abandon their daily life be related to the Demon King's army?'

One thing at a time, I have a mission to complete right now, especially 'Mission Five', which I absolutely must get my hands on the ticket to the other world journey.

After all, he only engaged in slight sexual harassment, at most masturbating a little. If it really involved his mission...

'I probably won't go easy on you, will I?'

Fingel didn't have the same moral fastidiousness as demons or humans; he just went for Aura anyway. It was just more cost-effective from a profit perspective.

If all else fails... how about one last time before I die? Wouldn't that be too beastly?

He couldn't help but shake his head, his awareness of his own shamelessness reaching a new level.