"Something feels a little off."

The lighting was soft, the atmosphere alluring. Pink curtains swayed in the wind like a beauty flaunting herself. Unfortunately, no one cared about this loveliness or “fun.” Muen and the other two gathered around that little vibrating toy, exchanging looks, their expressions more grave than they had ever been.

As men... no, right now, as women on the surface, men on the inside, the moment they entered this room, they understood better than anyone what this room was used for.

Because this pink bed, this bathroom whose silhouette could be seen from outside, and these toys all over the walls—put together, they would make at least ninety-nine percent of the men in this world feel excited.

But the premise of being excited was that they were on the side doing the thrusting, not the side getting thrust.

And even less so the side getting thrust as women!

Just imagining the Enchantress Grand Duke entering this room in the posture of a vicious big gray wolf, reaching out her demonic claws toward them, these poor, helpless little white rabbits, and with a bad grin using these toys to “play something fun” together... was enough to make someone shiver.

Not out of fear, but out of sheer creeped-out disgust.

No, before that, their disguises would probably be exposed on the spot, because Muen absolutely didn’t believe that these flashy little tricks could fool the Enchantress Grand Duke.

She wasn’t blind.

An enraged Enchantress Grand Duke might just castrate them directly, making them truly be girls for the rest of their lives.

And then, not them—at that point it really should be called “them”... she would still ruthlessly fuck them once more.

With the cruel rumors about that Enchantress Grand Duke, those didn’t seem like impossible things at all.

"No matter how you look at it, that Enchantress Grand Duke is totally S-type."

Marwen sighed gloomily and casually flicked the long whip a few times. Even though she wasn’t skilled with a whip at all, the whip’s tip still snapped out a few beautiful flourishes.

The feel was light, the body of the whip lively. In the hands of a true expert, this whip could absolutely be played with in at least dozens of ways.

"Now isn’t {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} the time to say that, is it?"

Not knowing whether the Enchantress Grand Duke would spread her perception while doing that kind of thing, Muen pointed at the wall beside them. He didn’t make a sound, only mouthed the words: 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"What do we do now? If we stay here, sooner or later we’ll be selected."

The two of them deliberately came in. Muen didn’t believe they didn’t have some trump-card method to slip out of here.

Otherwise, why come in at all—just to satisfy their perverted cross-dressing fetish?

"What do we do? What else can we do?"

Marwen blinked, looking completely innocent, and mouthed back without sound:

"The demonfolk are watching so tightly. I’m just a weak, clueless young girl—could I possibly run out of here?"

As he spoke, Marwen lifted his floral long dress and “seductively” brushed his fingers over his hairy calf. "Maybe the Enchantress Grand Duke will be captivated by my peerless beauty. Not only will she not hurt me, she’ll pamper me in every way."

"..."

"Right, Reta?"

"...Ugh."

"Tsk. None of you know how to appreciate anything."

Marwen snorted, then flopped straight onto the bed. "There’s a saying, right? Since you can’t resist anyway, you might as well enjoy it properly. I figure since that Enchantress Grand Duke likes playing this kind of set, our lives won’t be in danger for now."

"..." Muen’s cheek twitched.

No, seriously—don’t you think that even if the Enchantress Grand Duke really does take a liking to your peerless beauty, the moment she gets excited and flips up your skirt, only to see something that shouldn’t be there, her rage will be even more terrifying than a direct threat to your life?

Or is it that, deep down, you already have a tiny bit of expectation for that kind of thing?

Muen shuddered again and silently moved a little farther away from this guy.

You really couldn’t tell—this guy actually had that kind of inclination. If he ever had the chance to meet that Platinum Princess, he really needed to have a good talk with her.

But even so, Muen also knew this guy was definitely all talk on the surface and something else in the dark.

In the end, it was because this “Miss Muse” was still a stranger to him. Smacking his chest and saying he’d protect her, sure. But letting Miss Muse see his treasured “big prize,” absolutely not... on a question of what mattered more, Marwen could still tell the difference.

"Since that’s the case, then there’s nothing more to say."

Muen couldn’t exactly lift his skirt right now and say, everyone’s actually on the same side, no need to be shy, just take it out together... so he simply found a place and lay down to rest.

No matter what, at least he needed to wait until these two slipped out first before he could act.

Someone would be the first to get anxious.

...

...

Time flowed like a shuttle. Very quickly, that beautiful night came to an end.

Attended by a succubus with a seductive, blazing figure, dressed in clothing that used only scant fabric to wrap the key areas, the Enchantress Grand Duke stretched her astonishingly curved waist and put on a magnificent robe.

Her breathtaking face was faintly flushed. She looked shy and bashful, yet carried an unusual demonic allure and majesty, as if the moment you met her gaze, your soul would be sucked away.

And at this moment, on the large bed behind her, several pitiful girls lay unconscious in a messy sprawl, their jade bodies scattered, their forms alluring. But if you looked closely, the skin that had been as white and clean as lamb-fat jade was now covered in bloody marks. Various “toys” were strewn around them. It looked wretched and miserable to an extreme.

And yet, on each pretty face, there remained the lingering afterglow of happiness, as if they had just fallen from the peak.

"Not bad quality."

The Enchantress Grand Duke licked her red lips, as if still savoring the taste.

"The flavor of human adventurers is much better than I imagined."

"After all, living on such fertile land, it would be hard for the taste not to be sweet." The succubus swayed her long tail and chimed in with a coquettish laugh. "This time, my lord will definitely be able to feast to your heart’s content."

"That may be true, but even among humans there are differences in taste. The ones we caught in the Abyss are like that—last night’s were extremely delicious, but the few from two days ago were nauseating. So among the vast number of humans in the human kingdoms, could there be ones with even more outstanding flavor?"

The Enchantress Grand Duke showed a trace of anticipation. Even though she held the honored rank of a demonfolk Grand Duke, the look on her face right now carried a bit of girlish innocence.

She truly loved all kinds of beauties.

And she had once made an exchange with someone for that reason, secretly infiltrating the human world. The human kingdoms were noisy and unbearable, but there was only one thing they had the most of—humans, so many you couldn’t count them, for her to choose from at will.

Unfortunately, the aura of demonfolk was far too conspicuous. As long as she acted even a little, it would draw human powerhouses to besiege her, leaving her afraid to go deeper.

And as for those humans who often fought demonfolk in the Abyss, or the humans along the border around the Abyss, perhaps because of the pollution of the Abyss’s aura, their taste really wasn’t very good.

"There definitely will be." The succubus smiled sweetly as she flattered. "Enchantress Grand Duke, you will definitely be able to fulfill your long-cherished wish."

"Then let’s look forward to it. The day we invade the human kingdoms, I hope the pie drawn for us by divine will can truly be eaten."

The Enchantress Grand Duke rose lazily and glanced at the girls on the bed.

"As for them... the taste is good, but they’re too not durable. Perhaps it’s like flowers—the more beautiful and delicate they are, the more fragile they are. What a pity. Withered flowers are meaningless... like always, throw them away."

"Yes."

The succubus bent down and pressed an extremely concealed mechanism beside the bed.

Along with the rumbling roar of machinery in motion, the pink bed slowly slid aside, actually revealing a pitch-black, profound opening.

The succubus grabbed those limp limbs and dragged them down from the bed.

Her movements were extremely rough. The girls’ delicate bodies were pressed and knocked against the floor like that, yet even so, no one showed the slightest sign of waking up.

That lingering afterglow of happiness remained at the corners of their mouths, but if you stared at those pale faces for a long time, you would discover that behind that afterglow of happiness, only emptiness remained.

As if.

It was as if their souls, at the very peak of bliss...

...had been completely dissolved by something.

The succubus casually tossed the girls’ delicate bodies into the opening like broken dolls.

A few seconds later, a dull, muffled impact could vaguely be heard. By the room’s candlelight, you could see deep within that profound darkness: several sets of white bones, from the impact, slid down in scattered pieces from the outline of a small mound.

Ka-ka.

The mechanism closed again. The pink bed returned to its original position. The room’s soft candlelight wavered, and everything once again became so alluring and beautiful.

"How many of my little flowers do I have right now?"

The Enchantress Grand Duke stepped outside the room, taking in the entire corridor and those numbered doors.

"Reporting to Enchantress Grand Duke, eighty-seven in total."

"That’s quite a lot."

The Enchantress Grand Duke wiped a finger across the corner of her mouth. "At this number, I should be able to have a good time for quite a while longer. Hehe. Divine will really did assign me a nice job."

"It is indeed so, but..." The succubus hesitated, as if wanting to speak but stopping herself.

"Speak."

"But... Divine Will may blame you for delaying, my lord, because at this rate it could drag on for a very long time." The succubus lowered her head respectfully. "After all, Divine Will seems to value that matter extremely highly."

"That’s true. It concerns the future of the entire demonfolk, so it really can’t be neglected. But..."

"Does Enchantress Grand Duke have any other doubts?"

"It’s not exactly a doubt. I’m just curious..."

Enchantress suddenly pressed close in an intimate way. Her scallion-white fingertips traced across the succubus’s alluring face, forcing the succubus to lift her head and meet her gaze.

"It seems... I never told you even the slightest thing about that matter, did I? So how do you know? What, did Divine Will specially send you to watch me?"

"N-no..."

The succubus’s face went pale in an instant. She shook her head hard, panic-stricken.

"No, Enchantress Grand Duke, listen to me, I didn’t... I absolutely didn’t betray you. I just..."

"Whether you did or not doesn’t matter anymore."

The Enchantress Grand Duke drew in a light breath.

The succubus’s eyes bulged wide at once, protruding. Like a frog being pinned down, she could only struggle uselessly, yet wisps of white mist outlined a strange phantom as it drifted out from her mouth and nose—then was sucked into the Enchantress Grand Duke’s belly.

Very quickly, the succubus’s body went limp and collapsed, only to be casually tossed aside by the Enchantress Grand Duke like trash, just like... the girls on the bed a moment ago.

"Disgusting."

The Enchantress Grand Duke took out a handkerchief to cover her mouth, frowning. "Demonfolk souls are still, as always, reeking of rot."

Irritated, she lifted a hand. Another succubus—soft and alluring in every way—twisted her waist as she walked up, completely unsurprised, and dragged the previous succubus away.

"Hurry?" The Enchantress Grand Duke swept her gaze over the bright numbered plates on each door, and as if answering the earlier question, she giggled softly.

"Why would I hurry? Take it slow—someone will always lose patience first. If a rat only spins around inside its cage, what’s the point?"