They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

Oboro walked to Xia's side and knelt down.

"Master, please, I beg you~!"

She placed her hands on Xia's knees and blinked her big eyes.

Despite feeling stiff and a little embarrassed, she still softened her voice.

For the future of the race, isn't it just about compromising and making concessions?

She did it!

Xia's gaze fell on Oboro's face, somewhat surprised.

Is this still the same socially anxious person?

Although she can now handle some daily social interactions, and can even be more self-assured in front of herself.

But I've never seen her act so coquettishly before.

What can Oboro do?

She wouldn't have resorted to acting cute if she hadn't been forced to.

Although he was very unskilled, Oboro, who had seen Queen Eden act cute many times, swallowed hard and still tried his best.

Oboro blinked her big, watery eyes and carefully grasped Char's fingers with her little hand.

Then I hugged him and shook him around.

"Please, please, please~ I'll beg you!"

The movements were somewhat clumsy.

But her soft voice is cute and endearing.

It's a little too cute.

Char Aznable, on the other hand, wanted to maintain the integrity of a craftsman, making only simple products without adding any additives.

However, she ultimately lost herself amidst Oboro's repeated pleas.

"Okay, okay, I promise you."

Long's eyes immediately lit up, and she spun around excitedly.

He was so happy that he hugged Xia and kissed him.

Char was already intoxicated by the soft, coquettish voice, and now he reached out and touched his cheek in disbelief.

A wet lip print.

Is this still the socially awkward succubus princess?

She was still socially anxious; it was just that she was temporarily excited and forgot some things.

When she came out of the brewing room, a gentle breeze made her feel a little embarrassed.

But there are more important things to do now.

Oboro says that in order to express her gratitude to all the succubus sisters for taking care of her, she is going to hold a party and invite everyone to taste the new wine!

Upon receiving this news, an older sister immediately hugged Long, offering her the warmth of an older sister.

"Oboro is still the best to us!"

The party was brightly decorated, and countless succubi and mature women gathered together, their long legs filling the eye.

A beautiful woman paired with fine wine—the scene is truly delightful.

The succubi were experiencing the Drunken Dream for the first time, though they had heard of it before.

Driven by curiosity about the new wine and the presence of passersby, the succubi drank it down in one gulp without a second thought.

But after everyone had drunk their fill, the atmosphere became eerily quiet.

The sassy older women who were enjoying their wine and flirting suddenly froze, their expressions turning serious.

The succubus, who was sipping fine wine and stroking her delicate shoulders and collarbones with her fingertips, stopped what she was doing, sat up straight, and looked cold and aloof.

The alluring aura she had previously exuded has completely dissipated.

They could sense that something was saying goodbye to them.

Although I still crave risqué, raunchy jokes, my body isn't responding!

The succubus, undeterred, resorted to her usual flirting tactics.

What would normally excite me was now strangely calm.

How is this going?

I feel terrible!

The succubus ladies immediately became listless and looked rather pitiful.

But this is only psychological.

In appearance, each of these exquisite succubus sisters transforms into aloof and abstinent goddesses, their eyes revealing a calm acceptance of worldly affairs.

"What happened to us?"

A succubus looked at Long, her magnetic voice clear and deep, devoid of any seductive or alluring aura, like an ice goddess.

The little figure in Oboro's mind put his hands on his hips, laughed loudly, but on his face, he imitated Char Aznable's expression, revealing a faint, confident smile.

"Can you listen to me properly now?"

Thanks to the fact that their minds were not being corrupted by the aphrodisiac, all the succubi's eyes were focused on Oboro.

Unlike last time, when everyone lazily let it go in one ear and out the other.

Having achieved satisfactory results, Oboro began to explain the future of the succubus race to everyone.

Assassin and spy: two different career paths.

She looked encouragingly at the group of self-destructive older women.

"As long as we start training ourselves now, we will definitely be able to stand on our own two feet in this world and truly have a voice in the world in the future!"

Only then will the succubus race truly have a foundation to stand on, thus escaping their current predicament.

After she finished speaking, she added another sentence.

"Anyway, it's just something I did on the side. Everyone can just live their normal lives normally, without disrupting either."

She had assumed that after she finished speaking, the people below would show excited expressions.

But that's not actually the case.

Everyone looked confused.

The expectant and encouraging look on Long's face froze.

What's the reaction?

Finally, one of the succubi couldn't hold back any longer and began to speak.

"But we've been doing this for a while now."

Now, it was Oboro who was dumbfounded.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

"What!?"

Once one of the succubi spoke up, the others gradually started talking as well.

"What Your Highness is talking about, such as assassinations and intelligence gathering, we started doing a long time ago."

“Yes, I just assassinated the High Priest of Southampton last week, and I’ve spent most of the commission on alcohol.”

“Last time I hosted a minister from Paton’s court, and I extracted a lot of information from him, which I then sold to his arch-enemy, making quite a profit.”

"..."

Everyone started to speak, one after another.

On the surface, Dreamland may seem like a place of pleasure and debauchery, but in reality, it's a place where people make a lot of extra money.

There are countless shady underground deals involving assassinating high-ranking officials and stealing intelligence.

Long's little mouth was slightly open; she could hardly believe her ears.

This was completely different from the dreamland she had imagined.

She just thought they were a bunch of lazy bums who didn't have any ambition!

"These things... how come I've never known them before?"

"Because Your Highness is still young."

His Highness is so young; he is certainly not old enough to be involved in these private matters.

All she needs now is to grow up healthy.

So no one had ever told her about these underground industries.

This time, Oboro was completely stunned.