The Time-Traveling Temptress.

Though she was widely considered an urban legend, some claimed to have had firsthand experience with her.

Legend said she would appear without being summoned.

Legend said an entire day of fooling around with her would feel as if it had passed in an instant.

Legend said she would assume the form of a succu-girl you had met only once in the distant past.

There were many such theories, but they all shared two common points.

First, she disappeared while you slept. Once the deed had been done, you would suddenly be overcome with drowsiness, and the moment you closed your eyes and drifted off into slumber, she would be gone. At first, it would seem like a dream, but upon waking, you would discover that the exact amount she charged had vanished from your funds.

Second, there was a 100 percent chance she would be hot. Unlike regular succu-girls, there was no hit-or-miss with the Time-Traveling Temptress. She was somehow able to pinpoint her customers’ deepest desires and then manifest them with perfect accuracy. Even if you didn’t have a clear picture of your ideal partner in your mind, the moment you saw her, you would say Yes, yes—that’s what I’m talkin’ about!

These two points, coupled with the various rumors, created quite the urban legend.

“She walked right up to me.”

In a quiet corner of Ye Pubbe, Brooz lowered his voice. Surrounding him were Stunk, Zel, and other hopefuls salivating at the prospect of a brand-new succubus joint.

Brooz, the focus of their mounting curiosity, continued to sip his ale.

“To be honest…at the time, I was just about to hit a succubus joint. I wanted to reset my sense of smell by doin’ it with a species closer to my own, so I was on my way to a hybrid joint.”

Hybrid joints were rich in supply and high in demand. The fluffy feeling of soft fur was irresistible in the bedroom.

With so many options to choose from, it was easy to be indecisive in this world.

“I was deciding between going a familiar route or trying something new…”

“You went for something new, I bet.”

Stunk grinned from ear to ear as he spoke, ever sure of himself. They were both men, after all.

“Yeah. I headed down an alley in the back streets of the district—one I never go down…”

“Don’t you think those joints are a little weird? Like, you could find a hybrid joint, but all the girls would be naked mole rats or some other species without any fur.”

Zel spoke with a level voice, and Stunk grunted in agreement.

You would have to be a pretty high-level patron to be able to enjoy a wrinkly, naked-mole-rat girl. The only person Stunk knew who had a taste for them was Nalgami, the lamia. And he only liked them because they “felt good sliding down the throat.” That was something no one else could—or should—relate to.

“Nah, I could never do a naked mole rat. But honestly, I was ready to settle on just about anyone so long as they reset my nose. That smell was bothering me so much, I was losing sleep… I was so out of it.”

“Yeah, lately, you’ve been lookin’ like you were about to keel over… So it was ’cause of the smell?!”

“That smell could kill a dog, Stunk… I don’t know how you guys put up with it.”

Brooz grumbled, but he did seem to be doing much better. His eyes were bright and clear.

“…So anyway, that’s when it happened. From the opposite end of the alley, this thick drink of water with chestnut fur started walking toward me.”

“If she was thick by your standards, she must have been superthick.”

Stunk chuckled to mask his shock.

“Yeah, she was something else. The volume of this woman—you’d mistake her for a polar bear. It was like her skin was trying to outdo her muscles in terms of sheer bulk. And that glistening, wet nose…!”

Wet noses were a huge turn-on for dog hybrids.

“‘That’s what I’m talkin’ about!’ I shouted, and I guess she must’ve heard me, because she gave me her card right after that. It was the kind that had a small telepathy-magic symbol on it. So I rented a room at an inn typically booked for outcalls and used the card to summon her…”

“Wait. Instead of just walking to the inn with her, you called her with the card?”

Stunk raised his hand and posed the question. He didn’t have much experience with escorts, so he wasn’t up to speed on the protocol.

“I guess it was some sort of issue with their business model. I don’t get it, either.”

Brooz brushed it off; he seemed very excited to tell the next part of his story.

“All I could think about was burying my nose in that furry cleavage and inhaling her scent as much as possible… After I took off her clothes, I didn’t do anything else but breathe. I sucked in her smell with all my might. I damn near sucked the clouds right out of the sky. And with that, the spicy scent stuck in the back of my nose was finally washed away. I felt like my soul had been cleansed.”

Brooz’s passionate speech about the woman’s scent went on for another thirty minutes or so.

In contrast, his recount of the actual sex was pretty noncommittal. When asked, all he said was “It was normal.”

“It was a good lay. I just wanted something normal, and that’s what I got. And I’ll be damned if it wasn’t exactly what I needed. I ended up getting so absorbed in it that I fell asleep…”

Brooz gulped down the last of his ale and let out a loud, satisfied sigh.

“…When I woke up, she was gone, and it was sunny outside. Like, morning sunny. It was afternoon when I got to the inn, which means I’d been there all night. It was like I time traveled…”

“Nah, you were sleep-deprived and got a good night’s rest. That’s it.”

“And now you’re gonna tell us the urban legend is real? Just from that?”

Stunk and Zel looked at Brooz skeptically.

“See, I would’ve, but it’s really weird. Afterward, I didn’t detect her scent anywhere on my body. You can usually smell a girl on you for at least three days after, right?”

“Uh, I have no idea about hybrid standards. Are you sure it wasn’t all a dream?”

“Brooz, you really were exhausted, weren’t ya, bud…?”

“Don’t gimme that… But yeah, when I asked, the innkeeper said nobody fitting my girl’s description had come in…”

“Definitely a dream.”

“At least it was a nice one.”

Lukewarm gazes fell on Brooz from all around.

“But the amount she charged was missing from my gold pouch!”

“You probably got robbed while you were sleeping.”

“My condolences, Brooz…”

The sympathy started pouring in, but Brooz didn’t lose his cool. From his front pocket, he produced a single leaf. It was a vibrant green.

“This is her card. The name was written right here.”

“That’s a damn leaf!”

“It was a normal paper card when I got it from her.”

“You must have been sleepwalking…”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t look at me with such genuine pity. Take a closer look at this leaf.”

The group looked at the “card,” unamused.

Zel was the first to cry out in surprise. Next was the angel, Crim, and the demon, Samtahn, followed by a number of patrons familiar with magic.

“What does it mean?”

Stunk raised an eyebrow as he prodded Zel for an explanation.

“There’s magical residue on it… Undeniable proof that a magical being left their mark.”

The atmosphere in the room had changed. All former nonbelievers were now chomping at the bit for that slim sliver of hope.

“Zel, can you restore it?”

“I’ll try. Brooz, put it on the table.”

Zel stared hard at the leaf and recited an incantation before tapping it once with his finger.

Then, in the space of two breaths, an azure light faintly emanated from the leaf.

A magical script had appeared on it’s surface, making Zel’s mouth contort. He didn’t know what he was looking at.

“What the hell…? What kind of magic is this?!”

The magically inclined all shook their heads.

“If you twisted my arm, I’d say it was magic from a far-off land… No, more like ancient magic.”

“Damn, ancient even from an elf’s perspective?”

Stunk felt he should at least ask.

“Yep. From long before I was born, I bet.”

“That means it’s at least three hundred years old. How do we get it to activate again?”

“That I can’t help you with. The residue is very faint and from a completely different school of magic than I’m versed in.”

The leaf’s glowing aura faded as the group chatted, causing the corner to grow silent. They were quiet enough to rouse Meidri’s suspicion. When the pub’s patrons weren’t hooting and hollering as they normally did, something was off.

Even men had their moments of silence. They entered a trancelike state, waiting for their compasses to point the way forward.

“An escort guaranteed to be hot, huh?” Stunk mumbled quietly to himself.

It was too good to be true and should’ve been treated as such—an urban legend and nothing more. Even at The Elven Inn, a place widely considered to be a fail-safe, there was a nonzero chance you could get a girl with an attitude that completely ruined your night.

But…what if it was real? What if a woman who was guaranteed to satisfy you suddenly appeared?

“…It’s worth looking into further.”

Stunk and company stood up in unison.

The proprietress at the inn specializing in outcalls had a sour look on her face.

The moment she learned Stunk wasn’t a customer, she furrowed her brow, and wrinkles formed around her mouth. It was clear from her appearance that she didn’t want to be involved in any trouble.

“Mind if I ask you something, cutie?”

She looked a little too old to be considered “cute,” but Stunk pressed on with a smile.

At times like this, one had to pour on the charm.

Once Stunk put enough money in her hand to buy two days’ worth of cigarettes, the wrinkles on her face smoothed out a bit.

“Did a dog-hybrid customer check in some time yesterday afternoon and stay till morning?”

“Yeah, that sleepy dog boy? I remember him. He came in by himself and left by himself, which is pretty odd for this place.”

“And did a plump hybrid woman come in or out after him?”

“Nope. I didn’t sense any summoning magic, either.”

The proprietor tapped the room list on the wall. Each had a red or blue light next to its name. Stunk deduced the lights magically lit up when a room was occupied.

I guess Brooz’s story was just a dream after all…

Just as Stunk was about to sit down, the proprietress casually offered:

“Oh yeah! Come to think of it, when he was here, his room light turned green.”

“Green? Blue is male, and red is female, right? So green is…nonbinary?”

There were species that didn’t fit neatly into any one box of gender or sex, kind of like slugs. As an example, the girl Crim had chosen the previous day at the Genderswap Inn had a pseudopenis. It would be a lie to say Stunk wasn’t curious.

“Green means a safe level of magic has been used. Purple means danger.”

“So summoning magic, then?”

“If that were the case, red and blue would have shown up, too. But there was only blue, for the dog boy. He was probably using a magical hole, eh?”

“Magi-holes feel so good…”

A magical hole simulated female genitalia, and using one felt far better than any hand job.

One explanation was that Brooz could have been using a magi-hole while hypnotized to think someone else was with him.

Stunk wasn’t fully satisfied with the answers he had received but left the inn all the same.

If nothing else, I know that Brooz can’t use magic on his own.

Brooz was a tried-and-true martial arts specialist who fought barehanded. It was unlikely he had been hiding a secret magical affinity for as long as Stunk had known him.

Something must have happened at the inn. Did the mysterious woman’s card transform into a magi-hole or something? Maybe Brooz got bewitched, thought the magi-hole was actually a peerless beauty (from a hybrid’s perspective), and spent the entire day huffing and puffing through his canine nose.

Then he put his gold in the magi-hole, and it was transported to the mage behind it all.

Stunk imagined the situation but still had trouble believing it was anything more than a crude scam.

“I guess I’ve got some more digging to do.”

Not in any huge rush for answers, he sauntered around the succubus district.

The alley where Brooz had met the woman in question wasn’t far from Ye Pubbe. A number of Stunk’s regular spots were also nearby, which meant there was an abundance of people he could question.

“Huh? We’re talking about Brooz here. Of course he was sleepwalking.”

“That dog guy was wasted out of his mind.”

“Hey, Stunk, you owe me five smokes for the one you bummed the other day. Interest, boy, interest.”

“What the hell was with your recent review? I used it as a reference, and the girl was trash.”

“Hey, Stunk, do you think we can hire Crim here? Men like him are in high demand— Hey, hey— Are you listening?”

“Hey, hey, Stunk! Would you like to work here? Men like you are quite popular with a select customer demographic. Don’t worry…all you’d have to do is top them…”

No one he spoke to told him anything useful, but he didn’t feel like giving up just yet.

If he grew discouraged after every misfire, he would never last as a succubus-district regular.

There was an old saying about the best information being gleaned from the streets. Anyone who had ever been asked to look for a missing person knew this in their bones.

At any rate, Stunk wasn’t a hybrid or a mage; he was a human swordsman. He couldn’t chase down scent trails or trace amounts of magic. Asking around was the best he could do.

“I better find a great new joint while I’m at it.”

Presently, Stunk was on the hunt for the Time-Traveling Temptress. That said…he was ever on the lookout for an amazing new succubus joint. As he walked the streets of the succubus district, not a single place escaped his scrutiny.

“Tranquil feeling, sexual healing—bathe in The Forest Spring. ”

The name and tagline make it sound like an elf place—wait, maybe nymph? Either way, that’s a check.

“Multi-boob Paradise—you can never have too many!”

Hybrid girls with extra jugs? Color me interested.

“Long bones and longer noses! Blow your load at The Big Tusk.”

Elephant chicks. Tall as ogres and thick as orcs. My elephant says no.

“Our orcs will work you to the bone! Stay after hours at No-Mercy Cram School.”

Like I said, my elephant can’t handle anything orcish.

“Come spoil daddy’s little girl at The Garden of Wisdom.”

A halfling place, hmm? Maybe I’ll check it out if I get tired of huge tits.

“Hard in the shell, but soft where it counts! Get wet and wild at Double-Peace Soapland.”

Crabgirls? Crabs make me hungry, not horny.

“Enter once and never leave—Hall of Cursed Desire.”

That sign looks creepy as hell. Does this really hook customers?

“We walk on our noses! Nothing is too weird! Naughty Nasobemes.”

What?

“Fancy a close encounter of the lewd kind? Check out Crop Circles tonight!”

Again, what?

“There are so many shops I’ve never noticed before. Guess I’m still wet behind the ears.”

Stunk had to admit he still had a long way to go. His tendency to frequent the same joints was likely preventing him from exploring something new.

At the moment, he was investigating spots off the beaten path. He wanted to glean as much as information as possible.

Then again, perhaps his compass still needed some calibrating. It was swinging back and forth at will and directing him to miss after miss. He was getting worn down.

“Hey, Stunk, how goes the hunt?”

Zel waved from the other side of the road. The look on his face was at least three times as devious as usual.

“I got nothin’. Were you able to track down the source of the magic?”

“Nope, no luck. There’s so much residual magic around, I don’t even know where to start. It’s like ordering a mixed milk from The Dairy Farm and trying to guess which girl the milk came from.”

“That’s the worst way you coulda put it, but I get what you’re sayin’. That’s just the kinda place this is, I guess.”

Even in this world inhabited by myriad species, the succubus district was an especially chaotic melting pot. Aside from sorcerous humans and the inherently magical elves, there were endless iterations of species that had arcane affinity. Demons visiting from Hell were common, too. In other words, Zel’s compass was spinning in circles.

Though the two had come together to exchange information, they were no closer to their goal.

All they knew was that some form of magic had been cast in the room that Brooz had stayed in.

They were soon rejoined by the rest of their hunting party, but no new information came to light.

“We’ve only been looking for one day. Let’s try to remain patient.”

Stunk proposed going back to square one.

“…There’s one problem, though.”

“Yeah…”

“Yep, definitely.”

Zel and Nalgami agreed. Crim cast their gaze down, but inside, they felt the same.

“…After checking out so many places, I’m horny as hell.”

All things considered, men could not deny their nature.

The next joint they found was Club Basilisk. As they wandered aimlessly, their compasses had all reacted and tugged them in the same direction.

The place was uncharted territory. Aside from Nalgami, the lamia, none of them had ever been there.

“A basilisk joint… Gotta admit, I’m a little nervous.”

Like a warrior before battle, Stunk was awash with tension.

Despite the wide variety of intelligent species, and even in spite of their relative scarcity, basilisks were known all over the world. They were a reptilian, lizard-like species—smaller than dragons, but no less fierce, and just as rare.

So rare, in fact, that Stunk had never met one in person.

The most important detail was how dangerous they were. They belched poisonous gas, and their gaze could petrify a person on the spot. If you didn’t have a resistance to either, it would be hard to approach, much less touch.

“A-are you sure we’ll be okay…?”

Crim was curious enough to tag along, but that didn’t mean they weren’t terrified.

“If I cast resistance magic on you, you won’t die, at least.”

“Yeah, if the girl’s poisonous or cursed, ol’ Zel here’s got the hookup…”

With Zel’s help, you could even get it on with a dangerous girl. Like anything else, this perk had its limits, however. There was still no guarantee you would be protected from especially powerful or noble basilisks.

Right at the entryway, an aura of apprehension fell over the group.

“Um, guys.”

Nalgami tapped on the sign hanging from the storefront.

SOME LIKE IT TOXIC! OUR SYSTEM LETS YOU PICK YOUR PREFERENCE FROM OUR TEN LEVELS OF POISON!

OUR GIRLS WEAR SPECIAL GLASSES TO NEGATE THEIR PETRIFYING GAZE. (CAN BE REMOVED.)

“This place has been around for a hundred years. They’d obviously have countermeasures in place by now.”

“Okay, let’s head in.”

The group advanced into the unknown.

A greeter came out to welcome them, rubbing his hands together. To their surprise, he was not a basilisk, but a human.

“Welcome! What sort of girl are you looking for today?”

“Well, a basilisk, obviously…but be straight with us. What do we need to know about the poison and the petrification?”

Stunk cut straight to the chase.

“Don’t worry about either; we’ve got you covered! Their poisonous breath can be mitigated to your preference through the use of a special potion, and their petrifying gaze can be nullified by the magical glasses developed by the grand wizard Demia! If you need further proof, just look at me! I’m fit as a fiddle!”

The greeter straightened his back for good measure. He was so spry and healthy-looking, it was almost annoying. Humans didn’t have any notable resistance to poison. They didn’t have any real resistances at all, for that matter.

“Well, to be honest with you…”

The boy suddenly put his pointer fingers together to his lips and lowered his voice.

“About four hundred years ago, the basilisks received administrative guidance… They were asked to go easy on the customers and to stop making them pass out.”

“I guess you guys were in pretty hot water, huh?”

“Yeah… It’s a wonder we weren’t shut down immediately…”

“If we’d gotten in trouble back when the last demon lord was in power, we would’ve been tossed into a temporal rift, or so I’ve been told. However—!” he added, raising his voice. “—Thanks to that turn of events, this establishment was reborn as a proper place of business that puts safety first. Even I, a human, can work here without fear! So please relax and enjoy!”

The greeter opened up a catalog of succu-girls. Every single one pictured inside was wearing the special glasses.

“Hmm… I knew what to expect, but, uhhh… Yep, they’re definitely all wearing glasses…”

“I’m into it. That brainy-librarian look totally does it for me.”

Who didn’t love a girl who’s a bookworm on the streets and a freak in the sheets?

“I’d like someone gentle, if possible.”

Crim’s voice was trembling. If they already had poison and petrification to worry about, a bit of delicacy was the least they could ask for.

“If you ask me, it’s all about the size of their tail and the sheen of their scales… Today, I’ll choose based on thickness, rather than length.”

Nalgami’s tastes were very lamia-esque.

“For the sake of the review, I should probably pick one who’s pretty different from both of yours… Zel, I’m guessing you want dibs on the girls with the biggest tits, right?”

“Stunk, the whole ‘calling dibs’ thing was your idea, remember?”

Zel gave a naked smirk, his elven attractiveness in full effect. Smug bastard.

“……I’ll have my girl’s toes curling in no time.”

“Izzat so? Well, good luck with that, Stunkie.”

Stunk couldn’t stop staring at a profile of a succu-girl with bloodshot eyes. Her chest was sorely lacking. His bitter feelings toward Zel intensified.

Stunk pored over the catalog, top to bottom, lapping at the selections with his ravenous gaze. His eyes were as big and round as dinner plates—nay, as round as the very breasts he sought.

“Ugh, goddamn it. Zel definitely took the one with the biggest rack…”

The haughty Zel had selected a companion with a G-cup bust.

G for Gargantuan. G for Goddamn, what a pair.

But try as he might, Stunk couldn’t find another girl with similar proportions. There was one who had an even bigger bust, which technically put her at the top of the charts, but her chest was literally immeasurable. It was so big, it occupied the majority of her midsection from belly to back. Truly spectacular breasts fell within the confines of the alphabet size chart, which increased with every 2.5 centimeters of underbust.

Stunk couldn’t find any other G-cups in the catalog or anyone with an H-cup or above, either.

“Zel, you prick—she’s even five foot five. Shit.”

“You sure love tall, beautiful women, don’t you, Stunk…?”

“Not necessarily, Crim. I can take on shorties, too. But tall girls usually have long legs, which naturally draws me in, y’know…?”

“You gonna be flapping your gums much longer, Stunk?”

Zel’s last jab hit home, and Stunk shut his mouth. He knew he had to quit the endless exposé and make a decision already; that was more his style. But he had spent most of the day investigating Brooz’s incident, so he had fallen into the habit of talking people to death.

“Hmph… What is life but a great labyrinth wherein forsaken souls wander endlessly in search of the perfect pair?”

“Stunk, could you not do the thing where you get fired up and start talking nonsense, please?”

“Guys, I’m telling you, it’s all about the scales. They make each girl feel completely different.”

“What’s the matter, Stunk? Can’t that big, sharp blade you’re so proud of make a simple decision? Or perhaps, has it grown dull? Come on now, focus your mind and slash through to the other side.”

Shut up, Zel.

At times like this, I just gotta change my perspective.

Stunk closed his eyes, breathing deeply as he talked himself down.

The second he opened them, he gawked. Crim was right in front of him. As Stunk took in the sight of them, he was struck with a great idea.

“…? Is something the matter?”

“Nah, I just realized something… At the end of the day, it’s all about proportion.”

Though Stunk’s mind had been clouded in fog, he was able to find a small glimmer of hope.

“I’ll take Lizzy, the F-cup.”

“Oh, F-cups are nice, too! Make sure to give her some good, good lovin’, okay, Stunkie?”

Shut the hell up, Zel.

Basilisks were known for their poisonous breath and petrifying gaze, but aside from those features, their physical traits were largely lizard-like. This was obvious after one look at their long tails and scaly limbs.

The one feature that separated them from other lizard species was the tiaras that adorned their heads, as well as the shiny, green hair below them. To put it more accurately, this species’ reptilian crests were shaped like tiaras.

“Um… Hi, I’m Lizzy. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The second they entered the playroom, Stunk looked over his chosen companion, paying special attention to her tiara crest and glossy green hair. Lizzy’s upturned eyes were visible through her glasses.

She looked great in her cute, frilly negligee—a natural beauty.

“It’s nice to meet you, too, Lizzy.”

“Thank you… Um, I’ll do my best, okay?”

Stunk couldn’t tell if her hesitant speech was part of her work persona or if she was just a naturally timid person. Her hunched shoulders added to her meekness, but because they were slender, it didn’t make much of a difference whether she raised them or not.

Lizzy was short, with thin arms and legs, though that wasn’t to say she was too skinny. She had the lithe body of a healthy young woman. The green scales that covered her arms and legs glimmered in the light, but that was also a sign of her youth.

Whoa! Youthfulness ain’t the only thing she’s got goin’ for her!

Stunk couldn’t believe his eyes. Between her baby face and slim waist sat two enormous twin peaks. Lizzy’s F-cups bounced with every movement of her body.

“Niiice! This is exactly what I was hoping for, heh-heh-heh.”

Even though they were F-cup, they had so much impact that they didn’t feel inferior to a G-cup at all. The contrast provided by her otherwise delicate features made for quite the spectacle.

Cup size denoted their general breast size, but their voluminous appearance was determined by the difference in size between the girl’s frame and her actual breasts. For example, if a muscular amazon had F-cup breasts, she would likely still look as flat as a pancake.

You really did me a solid, Crim.

This was the realization Stunk had earlier when he looked at Crim, the spritely youth with a frightfully massive member.

“Do you…like my breasts?”

“Ah yes. You see, breasts are the endless pursuit of man.”

“Well then…um…here.”

Lizzy grabbed both of Stunk’s hands timidly—“timid” as far as he could tell anyway—and drew them toward her breasts.

“Hey, you’re pretty bold…! Can’t say I hate that gap in your persona.”

Stunk massaged Lizzy’s chest over the sheer fabric. Her breasts filled both his hands and then some—an F-cup for sure. They were soft, yet malleable, with just the right amount of firmness.

A humongous pair that retained its youthful buoyancy was a rare and impressive treat.

“Mmm… Anh… Oh…oh my goodness…”

Lizzy cried out sweetly, as if her voice was about to fade into thin air, but she kept her delicate fingers around Stunk’s hands as he took to his task. The scales on her palms were cold and hard in contrast with her breasts, but Stunk didn’t mind. He compared it to the pleasant sensation of cool marble against warm skin.

Damn, I’m really getting into this.

The real thrill of a succubus joint was enjoying the unique nature of a species other than your own. It was only natural for people to be attracted to the unfamiliar—things they themselves didn’t possess.

Hunting for the perfect pair was a similar experience. Men didn’t have breasts, after all.

“Umm, I’m…I’m starting to feel hot.”

Lizzy arched her spine and wrapped her hand around the back of Stunk’s neck. A sweet aroma wafted from her parted lips. Basilisk breath carried a scent utterly alien to humans, and when Stunk smelled it, his brain melted into a puddle.

His synapses were on fire, and his lower abdomen started to throb.

“Oh, ohhh… This is it.”

Poison flowed into Stunk’s body. But in place of the pain or fear one would normally expect, Stunk was awash with excitement and a tingly feeling. He had goosebumps, which made him think his pores had closed up, but they had actually opened as he began to sweat.

Even at level three, this poison is no joke!

In high enough doses, medicine could become poison, but evidently, the reverse was also true. Club Basilisk used the basilisk girls’ poisonous breath as a sort of aphrodisiac.

The highest level of poison that could be recommended to a healthy human was level three. Anything higher could produce negative side effects, and according to the waivers that each customer signed, the establishment could not be held liable for any developments thereafter.

“What…do you think? It doesn’t smell strange, does it?”

“No, it smells amazing… I’m getting light-headed…”

Stunk wasn’t actually sure if he was fine. The more poison he took in, the better he felt, and the more his overall impression of Lizzy’s looks continued to soar.

He became laser-focused on her mouth, which was producing the heavenly scent.

“Does kissing cost extra?”

“No, it’s included…but…is my heart ready?”

“Ready or not, here I come!”

With no further questions, Stunk puckered his lips. His goal was to breach Lizzy’s mouth—which rarely opened much, even when she spoke—with his tongue, like he was forcing back the petals of a flower bud. The illicit nature of it excited him all the more.

“Mmmph…mmm…mmf…”

Stunk entwined his tongue with Lizzy’s, which was reticent and contracted and tasted her saliva.

It’s…sweet.

The regulated poisonous aroma was sweet like fruit liqueur as it coated his tongue, but when he drank it down, it burned like moonshine. Stunk’s face flushed red as he got more and more into it.

Stunk could feel himself getting drunk on her, and he poured passion into the kiss.

As their tongues explored each other, he indulged in the taste.

He wasn’t so consumed by the kiss that he let his hands sit idle, however. When he discovered her pink nipples had become as hard as her scales, he zeroed in on his new target.

He rubbed them with the pad of his thumb. He squeezed, twisted, pinched, and even employed his fingernails.

“Mmm—ohhh—ahhh—mmm—!”

Lizzy continued to squirm, but her moans were only getting more erotic. She never once recoiled her tongue, so Stunk assumed she was enjoying herself.

The greeter had said, “You can tell if your girl’s not into it, because her crest will become inflamed. That means she no longer consents.”

Stunk couldn’t see Lizzy’s crest while he was kissing her, so he decided to pull away for a moment. Their mouths were connected by a single thread of saliva. Lizzy’s tongue flicked out of her mouth, chasing after Stunk’s.

“Ah—”

Lizzy was embarrassed and quickly pulled her tongue back. The appearance of her crest hadn’t changed since Stunk entered the room.

“…You taste like cigarettes.”

Every word from the bashful basilisk’s mouth was as sweet as her saliva.

“You taste like syrup, Lizzy. Our kiss made the world turn pink… Oh— Wha—? Huh—?!”

Stunk blinked his eyes rapidly. He wasn’t just imagining it; the entire room had turned pink. He could see a pink gas swirling around Lizzy.

With every breath he took, the gas turned a deeper hue, and his brain and crotch pulsed in rhythm.

“Whoa! This must be from the poison, too! Whoa! Whoa! My brain’s got a boner!”

“I-I’m glad…that you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Oh, I definitely am. But I gotta admit, this is pretty trippy!”

Stunk felt like he was having an out-of-body experience. His entire world had become an erotic paradise, and in the center of everything stood Lizzy, shimmering.

Lizzy, sweet Lizzy. You shy, slender, buxom little nympho. I bet you love luring men in with those shimmering scales.

Every time Stunk saw her peer up at him, a fresh torrent of lewd thoughts swirled around his mind.

“Sorry, but I kinda wanna bully you. Mind if I get a little rough?”

“Why do all my customers ask me that…? …A-anyway, first, we need to go to the bath.”

“Oh, so you wanna get bullied in the bath, huh, Lizzy? Sure, let’s go. I’ll show you true paradise, Lizzyyy.”

“But I’m the one who’s supposed to wash you…”

Stunk led her to the bath by her delicate arm.

Lizzy explained that she was from a frozen village to the north—a place of ravaged earth where even animals struggled to survive. The summers were short, and the heavy winter snowfall blanketed everything with a rich silver. All the men were devoted to hunting, and the women to leatherworking.

Her great-grandparents were the first ones to come to this land. They were also basilisks, but they didn’t have poison in their blood. Lizzy owed her poisonous breath and scales to her distant ancestors.

She was fortunate in that her grandfather was a rich landowner. He had a magician from the neighboring village create magical glasses to dampen Lizzy’s petrifying gaze. And he had the economic wherewithal to have potions concocted to regulate the effects of her poisonous breath.

All told, the most detrimental factor was the cold.

Basilisks were a cold-blooded races that shared many physical traits with certain lizard species. Even if they wore fur coats or sat in front of a fire, they would still be cold.

In her youth, Lizzy would often wear so many layers that her friends began calling her “Lumpy Lizzy.” There was one boy who was especially mean about it.

But she didn’t resent for him for it, and she remembered never being far from his side.

“You didn’t really hate him, did you? In fact, I bet you probably liked him, right?”

Stunk saw the opportunity to tease Lizzy a little.

He was embracing her from behind on the bath mat, his hands traveling all over her body. Her body was covered in a thick lather that Stunk had whipped up with the magical cleansing lube. Though their roles had been reversed, and he was attentively bathing her, he loved every second of it.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Um, well…mmf, ahhh…um—anh…”

“Since you won’t give me a straight answer, I’m gonna have to hit you with a special move I like to call The Double Ultimate Titty Twister.”

“A-ahn—! I…I liked…him…!”

Stunk’s sadistic heart sang as he teased Lizzy, her body twitching each time she felt the bite of his fingers. Her body temperature was relatively low, as she herself had mentioned, but now that she was locked in Stunk’s embrace, her body relaxed against his. Her lips had loosened in turn, and Stunk found that with only a bit of prodding, she would tell him anything he wanted to hear.

Her crest still hadn’t changed, so there was no need for Stunk to hold back.

“Now tell me. How does it feel to be on the receiving end for a change?”

“Ah, ahhn…please…you shouldn’t—!”

“Does it feel good here? How ’bout here? Now for a little o’ this!”

No matter where he touched her—her slender limbs, her full breasts, her shapely butt—she felt amazing in his hands.

The very scales of her arms and legs trembled with his touch.

“You horny little lizard. I bet you did stuff like this with the boy from back then, didn’t you?”

“Ah, ah, ah…! Y-yes, we did, just a bit…”

“Was he your first?”

“N-no, my…my first was…an older merchant.”

Faced with her completely unexpected response, Stunk swallowed the lump in his throat. His excitement had reached new heights.

“I can’t get enough of that bashful face. So there was a boy you were crushing on, but you went and had a fling with some older guy, huh?”

“Our village was quite…open…in that regard.”

In the countryside, the cheapest and best entertainment was sex, or so went the old saying.

To think, the prim and proper, quiet girl gave up her chastity to an older guy… There was no doubt the friend in question would’ve been upset, but the older guy probably thought he’d hit the jackpot.

From Stunk’s third-person perspective, all he could think was Lizzy’s secretly a freak, heh-heh-heh-heh.

“And given my physical disposition, I wasn’t sure if he would be okay or not…”

“Wait, so the older guy was just a trial run…?”

“Altogether, I experimented with four different men while trying to get the dosage of the neutralizing potion right… Ah! Don’t worry, I didn’t kill anyone! And seeing as no one perished during their time with me, I felt confident enough to approach the boy! And our first time together was perfect!”

“Hey, Lizzy, are you actually just shameless?”

“N-no, I’m average… I’m just Lumpy Lizzy.”

Now Stunk was convinced her meek persona was an act. But even if she was just putting on a show, he wasn’t about to say anything that might ruin the mood.

He shrugged it off as his hands ventured farther south. There was no resistance. Her thighs were slick with love nectar.

“Mmm…ahh—hff!”

“So tell me how it went down when you finally fucked your friend.”

“It w-was during the festival, beneath a tree in the forest…ahh—!”

“Your first time with him was outside, huh? Sounds like you’ve been a bad girl from the beginning, Lizzy.”

His fingers slid in and out. She wasn’t as warm inside as he was used to. Lizzy, meanwhile, was avidly grinding against him, drinking in his warmth.

“What position did you do it in? Did he get to sample that greedy mouth of yours?”

“Mm, mm…unf…uhhn—!”

“You really liked him, so you must remember it well, hmm?”

Lizzy sighed through her nose as her juices flowed even more aggressively. She might have been acting, but there was no doubt she was a full-blooded masochist.

“Hey. Answer me.”

The rougher his voice got, the wetter she became.

“F-first, I braced myself against a tree so that he could take me from behind…but my tail got in the way, so he arched back on the ground, and I got on top…”

“So you looked him in the eyes when he penetrated you?”

“…Yes.”

“And did it feel good?”

“…Yes.”

“Did you kiss him like your life depended on it?”

Their conversation stopped for two breaths. Lizzy’s eventual reply was a bit heavy.

“He…wouldn’t kiss me. I think he was afraid of the poison.”

Stunk then brought Lizzy’s face toward his with a hand and kissed her deeply. When he wrapped his tongue around hers, she gushed once more and tightened around his fingers. She was absolutely ravenous. Her sweet poison was the perfect pairing for the moment.

In this scenario, the spot I should obviously go for is…right here!

Stunk had explored the whole of her body with his slippery hands and, in doing so, discovered her greatest weakness. With a free hand, he began stroking her long, green tail.

“Hyahhhh…mmmm…haahhn—!”

“Wh-whoa. That’s one hell of a response for a little tail attention. It’s throbbing like crazy… Kinda reminds me of a certain something.”

“D-don’t say that… I’m proud of my tail…!”

“That was a compliment. Lewd things are lovely, my lusty Lizzy.”

Stunk couldn’t help talking like a pervy old man when he got excited. He didn’t understand why it happened, either, but such were his tastes as a man. Zel said he got the same way sometimes.

“C’mon now, lemme stroke that long, thick shaft.”

“My…tail, right? Wh-why did you say it like that? Mm, ahh—!”

Stunk lifted up Lizzy’s tail and started scrubbing it, tip first. It was so wonderfully slippery—perhaps due to the lather from the magical lube—and her scales were as smooth as polished crystals. The muscle underneath was firm…much like the shaft all men possess. When Stunk squeezed it harder, Lizzy began to squirm.

“Did your childhood friend ever tend to your tail like this?”

“H-he didn’t even think to do so… He was just a normal, horny human… Ahh—mmm—hyahh, I’m—I’m cumming! I’m cumming…!”

“Cumming already? You really wanna cum that badly? Are you the feudal lord of cumming?”

“…Feudal lord?”

“Don’t lose momentum, Lizzy! Take this!”

“Nrgh— My tail is cummingggg!”

Lizzy pushed her back into Stunk’s chest and spasmed as her tail wrapped around his arm. She was constricting him tight—proof of how hard she had climaxed.

After a few moments, the entire bath filled with a sweet scent—it must have been her poisonous breath. Looking in the mirror in front of them, Stunk could see that her mouth was half-open with a line of drool leaking out.

“Did your childhood friend make you cum this hard?”

“…I never came once.”

“That’s a damn shame. Let’s make sure you cum like crazy today, okay?”

Through the combined methods of kissing her, stroking her tail, and going to work with his fingers, Stunk quickly gave Lizzy another orgasm.

Her childhood friend ended up marrying another girl from the village, or so Stunk was told. Lizzy left the village soon after that.

There’s no guarantee it’s even true, though.

Her entire story could have easily been fabricated to flavor the experience. That said, seeing her completely listless and covered in frothy lube, Stunk was finding it hard to believe she was faking.

He had an even harder time imagining she was a magical being who ushered in death through poison and a petrifying gaze.

Basilisk or not, women were still women.

“We haven’t even gotten to the main attraction.”

Stunk scooped up Lizzy gleefully. He gently picked her up like a princess, though she wasn’t particularly light. Thanks to her tail, she weighed considerably more than the average human woman.

Oh shit, I didn’t think this through… I might actually throw out my back.

Having narrowly avoided tragedy, Stunk came to his senses—but only for a moment, as Lizzy cooed and curled up in his arms.

“You’re such a manly man…”

Her cheeks flushed red as she spoke.

The sweet poisonous breath wafting from Lizzy’s mouth kindled Stunk’s flame once again.

“Bullying a cute girl is a man’s most coveted pastime.”

Generally, at succubus joints, the girl took the lead, but their situation was an exception. Stunk could tell that Lizzy was going to stimulate his sadistic side. Stunk’s excitement could have been attributable to the effect from her poisonous breath, but either way, he was revved up.

After laying Lizzy down on the bed, Stunk jumped right into it.

“Get on all fours and stick your ass out this way.”

Stunk spoke brusquely and gave Lizzy a hard slap on her rear.

“Ahn—!”

Lizzy cried out sweetly and stuck her ass toward Stunk obediently. Her butt wasn’t big by any stretch of the imagination, but compared with her thin waist, it looked pleasantly plump. It was almost tempting enough to cause Stunk to skip the foreplay and nail her brains out right then and there. Her cheeks, growing red from the spanking, stirred the male soul.

“Please…be gentle…”

“I refuse!”

“Ohh…you meanie.”

She was one to talk, considering she liked it rough.

Lizzy’s tail was swaying back and forth, and Stunk grabbed it forcefully.

“Ahh—!”

She cried out in a sultry voice—just the reaction he had expected.

“You said your tail got in the way during your first time with what’s-his-name, but here’s what I think about that!”

Stunk grabbed her thick tail with both hands and hiked it high. It would still be in the way even if he pushed it to left or right, and in this position, he would need to support it the entire time. It was probably impossible for a middling virgin, but a swordsman who had seen countless battlefields and lived (for the sake of visiting even more succubus joints) simply had more drive.

“Wow, you really open up down there when I tug on your tail; I’ve got a perfect view. How does that make you feel?”

“…E-embarrassed…”

“Oh-ho…? I guess basilisks have two holes after all.”

“Mmm, the way you look at me… Um, basilisks share traits with reptiles, but that doesn’t mean we all have cloacae…”

At the moment, Stunk was more focused on the front hole than the back. The wealth of love juice that gushed forth had gathered around the tiny scales near her pubic hair, making them shine. Drawn in by their brilliant gleam, Stunk moved his hips toward her.

“I can’t wait any longer; just take the whole thing!”

Stunk thrust his way deep inside, which caused her tail to quiver.

“Ah, ahhh…all the way to the hilt, right from the start…!”

“You know you love it. You’re insatiable, Lizzy.”

“You’re cruel… So mean!”

“You haven’t seen ‘mean’ yet.”

Stunk fully adopted his sadistic role and bored his way in. He unfocused his gaze, refusing to stare at any one spot. Instead, he stared far off into the distance in an attempt to feel Lizzy’s movements with his other senses.

Then he channeled all his focus into his member. Where was Lizzy’s weak spot? What kind of stimulation made her squirm the most? Every reaction he felt helped guide his way forward.

This is the same as fighting with a sword.

An enemy’s general movements could be perceived by the eye, but it fell to the blade to detect the more minute changes during an exchange of blows. And if such things were perceptible to the inanimate sword, much more could easily be perceived by Stunk’s flesh-and-blood blade.

“Lizzy, your weakness is your soft underbelly—here!”

“Ah— No way! …Ngh, I’m cumming!”

Instant defeat.

Lizzy’s tail was twitching fiercely. But he wasn’t done with her yet.

“I wonder what’ll happen if I stir you up at the same time?”

“W-wait, hold o— I’m cumming again…!”

“If you’re already sensitive, I oughta get a real nice response if I focus on the bumpy bit right here!”

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumminnnng—!”

“And now for the finishing blow! Suuuper— Psyche! Spanking time!”

“Mmm, mmm—ahh!! That’s so good, so gooooood!”

“Let me bite down on that tail!”

“Hyahhhhh!!”

“And now for the sure kill! Rapid-fire penetration! Ora, ora, ora, ora!”

“Hyahhhhh, ahhhhhhh—!!”

As Stunk predicted, Lizzy was going crazy.

Her delicate body trembled, and her soft breasts bounced. Getting taken from behind had her drowning in ecstasy.

Stunk had learned of her tail’s sensitivity while they were in the bath. One of the reasons he lifted it up was so he could get a proper bite. Everything was going according to plan.

Of course, he hadn’t forgotten to check the condition of her crest. He was in the clear. Evidently, Lizzy was more than okay with multiple orgasms.

“Ahh—ooh—mmph—ahhhh… I…I can’t…anymore…”

Climaxing so many times caused Lizzy to feel as if her insides were melting. Yet the softer they became, the tighter they wrapped around Stunk.

“It’s time for me to cum now.”

“A-ahh… If you cum now, I’ll—”

“—feel so good that you’ll cum again? Well, that’s what I’m aimin’ for!”

“Ahh, ahhhn—!”

Stunk slammed his hips into Lizzy again and again. That single technique would have been more than enough for him. Neither of them needed any special tricks on the plane of euphoria to which they had both ascended.

I’ve already made her cum this much. It’s about time I got mine! To the victor go the spoils!

It wasn’t a matter of winning or losing, but today, Stunk’s perverted competitiveness was in overdrive. With each instance of his lower abdomen slapping against Lizzy’s soft behind, he felt like he was dealing a critical attack to his prey.

He took to task like he was raising his sword against a bitter enemy. He pounded and pounded…

…and pounded some more.

“Hnngh, oh god… Oh my god, ahhhhhhhh—!’

Lizzy’s body was racked with spasms again, and a wonderful sense of pleasure spread throughout Stunk’s crotch.

“O-okay, try this on for size! My supreme blow!”

Getting caught up in the heat of the moment, Stunk started spouting weird stuff as usual. But his bluster was soon dashed to the wind as he shook with a powerful orgasm.

He convulsed with release as a thick, sticky fluid erupted from the depths.

“Ohhh my god, it’s so much…! It can feel it so deep inside me! You’re filling me up… Ahhh—hyahhhhhh… I’m cumming agaaaaain!!”

Lizzy arched her body backward as her ripe breasts bobbed and her tail went stiff.

Was there any greater pleasure in this world than two people sharing their bodies with each other?

Stunk and Lizzy had transcended the working relationship of succu-girl and client. They eclipsed the boundaries of species and became an illusion of two souls melded as one.

Stunk felt true victory this time.

I won… I’m so powerful… and other such thoughts filled his mind. He was on cloud nine.

Conversely, Lizzy was facedown on the bed like a corpse.

“Hrghh… Ah’m gonna die… Hnnh… I’b godda die…”

She did resemble a half-dead opponent lying in the dirt after battle, save for the fact that her rear end was raised skyward and Stunk was still as deep in her as he could go. Her tail rubbed against his arm as her honey pot overflowed. It was as if her body was saying It was an honor to be defeated by you.

“Heh-heh-heh, when I get serious, I even scare myself.”

Stunk held his head high as he reveled in his ability to beat succu-girls at their own game.

“Hahh…hahh…hahh… Oh my god…”

Stunk heaved his shoulders and turned to look back at the panting Lizzy.

“What’s the matter, Lizzy? Did it feel so good that you’re in love with me now? Now, now, you know we can never be together. I’m like dust in the wind, endlessly wandering—”

Stunk continued his self-aggrandizing rant with a hand on his chin, and in that moment, he saw a flash.

It was light glinting off Lizzy’s magical glasses. Behind them, lying in wait, was the petrifying gaze of her basilisk eyes.

Ka-thunk.

The impact of her stare was like a nail being hammered into Stunk’s brain.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at him, turning his thoughts to stone.

“Don’t…tease me……like this…”

Goosebumps raced across his skin. Instinctual fear took hold of him.

…Apparently, he was teasing her by stopping. He was immediately stricken with the sense that if he didn’t keep the punishment coming, he would be turned to stone.

In rebellion against his moment of weakness, a burning anger surged up from his core. Rage overtook him. Her little trick… Her momentary advantage… He could forgive neither.

Even though he had nearly been drained dry, violent passion whetted his blade anew. He was as hard as stone.

“You four-eyed sex freak! I’ll put you in your place! I want additional time!”

“Oh nooo! Thank you for your patronage!”

Stunk grabbed hold of Lizzy’s shimmering behind and tore into her once again. His insatiable appetite blended with his sadism, and he greedily devoured Lizzy’s body.

The moment he decided to extend their session, he felt his heart soar—and he also noticed the corners of Lizzy’s mouth curl up.

Stunk ignored it. If it feels good, then who cares? He lived by those words.

*

The next day, reviews of Club Basilisk were posted at Ye Pubbe.

Stunk turned his back to the group of men flocking to read the assessments and quaffed his ale with gusto. He savored the drink before shooting a sidelong glance at Zel.

“Rare for you to screw up, Zel. You got so wrapped up in grabbing the girl with the biggest rack that you forgot about the golden rule of enjoying the place, didn’t ya?”

“Oh, shut up. By the way, if you were so worried about the aftereffects, you should have chosen level-one poison.”

“Nah, I’m a swordsman who gets more fired up the more threatening my opponent is. You wouldn’t believe how many times that hourglass Lizzy begged for mercy.”

“…I’ve heard a lot of the girls at that place are great actors.”

“You’re just upset because you didn’t have a good time, heh-heh-heh-heh.”

Stunk let out an odd laugh. Perhaps the poison had negative lingering effects after all.

“…Hey, you guys.”

Brooz called out to the gang from across the way.

“Weren’t you supposed to be looking for the Time-Traveling Temptress girl?”

“…Oh.”

They had completely forgotten their original mission, wandered off course, and found a great joint, thereby moving pleasure to the top of their priority list.

Thus, the investigation of the Time-Traveling Temptress was put on hold. Stunk and company would need more time to track down the urban legend.