Bar Demon

"Damn ice cubes!"

Fran cursed inwardly for the thousandth time, carrying a tray full of large glasses through the narrow aisle to a table near the window. Pale blue Kemal liqueur swirled in the glass, and several large, equally pale blue men were gathered around the table, talking with a squeaking sound like boots crunching on snow. A gust of icy wind, carrying sparse, fine snowflakes, rushed in through the open window. Shivering in the wind, she hurriedly placed her glass on the table. "Sir, your wine, six glasses in total. Do you need anything else?"

The iceberg, wrapped in his robe, picked up a glass, tilted his head back, and poured it into his large, icy mouth. Then he pushed the rest of the glasses to his companion, turned to Fran with his empty, blue eyes, and asked, "Do you have frozen mammoth meat? Five pounds, cut up."

"Yes, two silver coins."

The still five-foot-tall iceberg nodded slightly, turned back to continue his banter with his companion. Fran pulled the bill from the table, shakily wrote down the amount, tucked it back into the crack of the table, and then ran away from this place that was worse than hell. She rubbed her hands together as she ran—Kemal wine was colder than ice, and the glasses had almost frozen her hands.

Fran hated the cold. Although demons didn't catch colds or get runny noses (well, some demons did, but that had nothing to do with the weather), the cold air still made her uncomfortable. She sincerely hoped the next war would crush the Lingnuo family, so that this damned winter would finally end. Thinking this, she glanced out the window again. The white towers still gleamed blue on the distant plains, like candles stuck in a cream cake.

Those towers were the source of the cold, the masterpiece of the Lingnuo family. Hell itself had no spring, summer, autumn, or winter, but the territory ruled by the Lingnuo family was only an endless winter. Of course, Black Cliff City was a neutral city designated by the King of Light, not Lingnuo territory, but ever since the last war, when the Lingnuo family seized this plain from the Karon family, they had begun building those towers—powerful fortifications capable of destroying an army, and incidentally turning the surrounding hundreds of miles into a howling tundra.

However, the next war was not far off, and the brief truce was about to end. The patrons in the bar often talked about the Balrog army gathered beyond the distant mountains, and their enormous beasts and war machines. Fran was no stranger to those guys. Whenever war came and business was slow in the tavern, the cheapest way to pass the time was to lean out the window and watch the chaotic fighting below. And if the Caron family won the battle, the tavern would be packed with those guys with smoke billowing from their heads all day long. The owner of Bondes had a love-hate relationship with this situation. He was happy that the monthly lighting costs could be greatly reduced, but he was worried that their volatile tempers might damage the tavern's facilities at any time—undoubtedly, he would have to pay for the damage, otherwise Bondes would have gone bankrupt eight hundred years ago. But in order to catch the troublemakers, he had to spend more money to hire more burly security guards. Purely

in terms of personality, Fran actually preferred the Ice Demons a little more. At least they were well-behaved and almost never caused trouble. If it weren't for the terrible weather they brought, she would have been happy to have them rule for a little longer. Actually, after installing the "luxury smokeless and odorless central heating system" that the Brass Union was so enthusiastically promoting, winters weren't so unbearable—but the key problem was that she couldn't help but go to that damned window! Yes, everyone knows that windows should be closed in winter, but not here, because those stubborn, icy heads insisted on sitting by the window to feel the cold wind!

She tossed the menu through the window into the kitchen, ran to the radiator to warm herself up briefly, then picked up the heavy bowl of meat that had been handed to her, and reluctantly headed back to the dreadful window. The bar area was incredibly crowded; she held the plate above her head, shouting "Excuse me! Excuse me!" as she slipped like an eel through the noisy, diverse crowd of demons—it was the tavern's busiest time, with "freelancers" from all over Hell flocking to Black Cliff City, hoping to join the Ling Nuo family's army in the upcoming war. Along the way, two or three guys would reach out and pinch her breasts or buttocks; she had to carefully hold the plate steady to avoid dropping it, but she still gave each of them a smile and a flirtatious wink. If it weren't for work hours, she would have eagerly jumped onto their laps and warmed their penises with her honey pot. But for now, she could only leave it idle, letting the glistening liquid glisten between her legs… What? You mean clothes? If she wore clothes to work, what would Bondes even need succubi for?

Not every succubus is as indiscriminate as she is. The whole world believes that succubi can make a tall, handsome guy throw himself at them with just a glance. While this rumor isn't entirely accurate, it's about 80% true most of the time. In Fran's case, it's only 0% true—she's special, perhaps the only one of her kind in all of Hell? She certainly doesn't like this uniqueness. Every succubus possesses an innate allure, easily arousing the lust of any two-legged creature (four-legged ones too, though that's not a normal taste), but Fran is different. "A succubus without charm? Is there anything more worthless in Hell?" she often couldn't help but mock herself.

Objectively speaking, Fran considered her appearance to be average among her kind, but faced with the irresistible power of her natural magic, she had no choice but to accept her lack of competitiveness. She always watched helplessly as her sisters snatched away the best and brightest resources, while those who even considered her were just vulgar, unrecognizable bumpkins. The situation was getting worse. Previously, succubi only had to compete with their own kind, but now, with the opening of the portal, humans were also flooding into Hell through various means—either captured alive or fallen in dead. Young female slaves, both high-quality and cheap, filled brothels and markets, making Fran realize that even inferior resources were becoming increasingly difficult to find.

She squeezed through the warm, noisy hall, gritting her teeth as she faced the icy wind blowing in from the windows. Compared to the chaotic scene inside, the area by the windows was orderly. Each table was occupied by ice blocks draped in robes, rustling and seemingly oblivious to her presence. The chill had left jagged icicles hanging from the edges of the tables, resembling the ice blocks' ugly teeth. She ran to the table where she had ordered, placed the frozen meat on it, wrote the amount on the bill, collected the empty wine glass onto her plate, and turned to leave as fast as she could. Behind her, she heard the sound of the Ice Demon chewing on meat, a grating, grating sound like crushing stones.

She slipped back into the kitchen doorway, enjoying the warmth emanating from the ductwork, then picked up the tray handed to her from the serving window. Inside was a dark, murky bowl, smothered with foul-smelling sauce, and a wooden plaque engraved with "72"

—thankfully, this time not by the window. She struggled through the crowd again, hurrying to a table on the west side of the hall—Bondes seemed quite fond of this inconspicuous employee; firstly, she worked diligently, and secondly, since she lacked charm, there was no chance of being forced onto the table and brutally raped mid-work—the kind of despicable passive-aggressive behavior that plagues work.

She placed the dish on table 72: “Sir, your black pepper pork knuckle. Would you like anything else?”

The short, stout man hunched over, scrutinizing the plate of black stuff, then slammed his gloved fist on the table, a high-pitched, bird-like voice emanating from his mask: “This is getting more and more outrageous! Last month when I came, the portion was twice as much!”

“I’m very sorry, sir,” Fran forced an innocent smile: “As you know, the roads are frozen, the Caron family has set up roadblocks everywhere, and the war at Gate Seven isn’t going well, so the supply of human flesh has been quite tight lately… But!” She raised her voice, quickly defining the situation before the short, stout man could speak: “The portion size last month is definitely not twice as much as this month!”

"In the name of Prince Durand's snot! I think the portion is definitely smaller! We demand a discount!" the guy continued to protest loudly, white steam puffing out of the chimney on the back of his head, and the short, fat men with him echoed his sentiments.

“Regarding the price, you can discuss it with the cashier when you pay the bill. If you have a coupon or VIP card, she will give you a discount.” She gave a hasty bow, picked up the plate, and hurried away. The dwarf reached out to grab her, but he clearly overestimated the length of his arm. He wanted to jump off the chair to chase after her, but after considering the difficulty of climbing back up, he decided to stay where he was and continue to curse: “Ugh! What kind of service is this? I’m going to complain to the consumer protection agency!”

These guys were Fran’s most hated customers, and what was worse was that they never disappeared. Even when war broke out, they would still leisurely come to the tavern and continue to haggle with their sharp and hoarse voices. However, although their tempers were annoying, their contributions to the city were undeniable. The Brass Guild was a huge organization, the supplier and maintainer of all kinds of technical equipment in Hell. Sometimes Fran felt that she should treat them better, after all, they made winters better than before.

Someone was calling out "Waitress!" from a seat not far from the door. Fran hugged her arms and shivered, hurrying towards the sound. Doors were second only to windows in their unpleasantness; although they

were "in principle" closed in winter, the constant flow of people meant they were always letting in a draft. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a thin figure wearing a wide-brimmed hat holding up a hand at a small single table, gesturing for her to come over.

She approached the slightly hunched man: "Sir, what would you like?"

The customer looked up; his entire face was almost entirely covered by a thick black cloth, only his eyes were visible, but his voice was quite clear: "I need a one-pint glass and a ten-inch plate."

"You... only need a glass and a plate?" Fran looked puzzled.

“That’s right,” the eyes said with a hint of a smile. “Is there a charge?”

“Oh, cutlery… is free.” Fran instinctively reached for her bill card, but then realized there was nothing to write down. “Don’t you need any drinks or food? Our newest spicy pork pizza, from the Seventh Gate, is selling like hotcakes.”

But the customer seemed not to hear her. The eyes stopped, and he raised a finger in a shushing gesture, gesturing with his chin towards the door.

A figure shrouded in a cloak walked in from outside. Compared to the towering demons, she appeared remarkably small. By the light from the doorway, Fran could barely make out the face half-hidden under the large hood: a pointed chin, fair skin, thin, slightly upturned lips, and a few strands of brown hair cascading down her cheeks—it was a human, a female human.

Humans in hell are nothing new. Every time Fran passed the slaughterhouse outside the city gates, she saw them weeping and wailing. Neutral cities forbid killing, so all the bloodshed takes place outside the city walls. By the time they reach the restaurant kitchens, they're already gutted and cleaned meat. Cheap brothels are always filled with their screams, which Fran finds quite infuriating. She'd love for more men to have sex with her, but humans always seem to refuse. But that's understandable; humans are just too fragile. After being fucked once or twice by those big guys, they're barely alive and usually end up in the slaughterhouse anyway.

What's strange are humans moving freely. In Fran's mind, humans are always associated with crying, howling, and trembling. So when a calm human appears before her, it does feel strangely unsettling.

The woman walked silently through the hall, head bowed, her body shrouded in a large black cloak. A three-foot-long bundle slung across her back, seemingly containing a slender and heavy object. Many demons noticed this uninvited guest; their gazes lingered on her, and they began to whisper among themselves, but no one took any action—all demons seemed to approach such an unusual presence with caution.

"Miss, you seem to have forgotten something," the customer with the black headscarf gently tapped the table.

"Oh... I'm so sorry." Fran finally remembered she had something important to do. "I'll bring it to you right away."

She turned around and followed the woman to the kitchen. The woman was looking around, seemingly searching for a seat, but the bustling business tonight seemed to have disappointed her. Finally, she crossed the hall and squeezed into the crowd surrounding the bar. She seemed to say something to the waiter inside, but Fran couldn't hear what she said. However, she saw her colleague Santis emerge from behind the bar, rush up the stairs, and come running down a minute later with a chair. She handed the chair to the woman with a big smile: "Please forgive the poor service!"

"Something must be wrong with her today," Fran muttered to herself. When had that shrew ever been so polite?

But Santis noticed her too. As she walked back to the bar, she made a face at her, raised a hand and waved it, a golden object between her fingers drawing a bright arc in the air.

The woman carried the chair back to the center of the hall, placing it in the aisle under the chandelier. She lifted the hood that covered half her face, revealing flowing, shoulder-length brown hair and slender eyebrows. Her eyes, though not small, were slightly narrowed, as if drowsy. Her face was fair and delicate; she appeared to be only in her early twenties. She unfastened her cloak, revealing a black silk robe with velvet trim and a dark red printed jacket. A string of silver pendants hung around her neck. She folded the cloak and placed it on the chair, took the bundle from her back, sat down, untied the drawstring, and took out its contents—a wooden contraption, wider at one end than the other, with a row of thin metal wires running through it. Fran had seen similar items carried by noblewomen's slave girls; it must be a musical instrument, something like… a zither?

Fran picked up the cup and saucer handed to her from the kitchen and walked towards the door. The girl was holding her violin diagonally across her chest, slightly turning one end of the knob with one hand while gently plucking the strings with the other, producing a crisp and melodious tinkling sound. Then she straightened up, lowered her head slightly, and tapped her foot to the rhythm as her fingers danced across the strings. The music was short and concise, interspersed with sudden bursts of high notes, sounding light and cheerful. Fran even felt that the bad mood brought on by winter had lessened somewhat.

Fran placed the cup and saucer on the small table in front of the girl with the black headscarf. "Sir, here are your things. Please call me if you need anything else."

His eyes, still fixed on the direction of the music, peered through the gaps in the black cloth. After a few seconds, he spoke, "How rare! I haven't heard this in so long."

All the demons in the restaurant began to notice the unexpected music, their gazes converging on the slender figure. Some diners sitting further away even left their seats to get a closer look. Fran breathed a sigh of relief—it seemed not many people would be ordering for the time being. She decided to join in the fun.

The girl's fingers continued to dance rapidly across the strings, one hand pressing down on the strings, the other plucking, her hair swaying slightly with the rhythm, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding commotion. As the music ended, she finally raised her head, revealing a faint smile: "A pleasure to meet you, distinguished guests of Black Cliff City. It's my first time here, please take care of me."

Her voice was playful and sweet, as melodious as her music. She glanced around with a half-smile, then continued, "My name is Alana, from the Fifth Gate. My profession is singer and prostitute." She winked, a slightly shy smile playing on her lips: "I sell my art and my body! Singing in the first half of the night, making love in the second half. Welcome everyone to support me!"

"Isn't the Fifth Gate the one that was sealed off hundreds of years ago? Are there still humans coming from there now?" Fran heard whispers nearby. His companion seemed less than pleased: "They say it's not completely sealed off; at least the souls of the dead still fall in."

Alana paused, then suddenly slapped her forehead: "Ah! I forgot to mention the prices. One gold coin per song, one silver coin per session. Great value for money, guaranteed satisfaction!"

A commotion erupted in the hall. A red-skinned man with two pairs of horns was the first to shout, "I think your cunt is worth a silver coin, but you charge a gold coin for a song! Did your head hit the ground first when you fell in?"

The girl maintained her smile, showing no displeasure. "Your calculation is wrong. If a gentleman pays a gold coin, everyone can hear the song. But when it comes to sex, only the one who pays gets to enjoy it. So, those who are willing to pay to request songs are all generous and noble people... Besides, have you noticed that there are many women who know how to have sex, but very few who can sing?" "Well?"

She tilted her head and looked at the skeptic with a mischievous smile. "However, given your high praise of my cunt, I can give you a 20% discount for the rest of the night."

A burst of laughter erupted from the onlookers. A gold coin was a considerable sum, often used to buy wine, meat, or even for gambling, but using it to listen to music was unprecedented. The girl casually strummed her violin while glancing around expectantly, but it seemed no one was willing to be the first to pay up that gold coin. Fran thought for a moment; most of the people who came to the restaurant on weekdays were those with modest means. It seemed she might be disappointed.

But a heavy, booming voice came from the inner corner: "Sing a song."

Fran looked over; the voice came from a single table. The speaker was still facing the wall, holding a half-full glass of Kemal. He brought the glass to his lips, took a sip, put it back on the table, then reached for his waist, pulled a gold coin from his purse, and flicked his wrist. The coin flew diagonally into the air, tracing a long, gleaming parabola, flying over the crowd, landing on the floor in front of the girl's feet, then bouncing up with a clink. A slender hand caught it in mid-air: "See, I knew there would be a generous big shot."

It was an Ice Demon, an unusual Ice Demon. Fran thought it was strange enough that an Ice Demon was sitting in a warm corner instead of by the window in the wind. And his appearance was different from the guys by the window; his features were clear and rounded, and although his body was robust, it wasn't so large and brutish. In Fran's memory, in Ling Nuo's family, the ferocious behemoths were mostly unknown cannon fodder. The higher their status and the stronger their power, the more human-like they appeared—and his clean, brand-new white robe and exquisitely carved bracelet were proof of this.

The girl tucked the golden object into the small pouch at her waist, picked up her violin again, and placed her hands on the strings:

"So, Your Excellency, what song would you like to hear?"

"Anything." The ice demon in the corner still didn't turn his head.

"Then let's play 'The Fall of Mendus.'" The girl's fingers gently plucked the strings, the melody soft and slow, the tone crisp but not loud. She raised her head, opened her lips, and her voice was high-pitched and long.

"The autumn wind blows through the creaking door / The birds in the flowerbeds no longer sing / The streets of White Stone are deserted / The innocent children cling to their mothers / Prosperous Montdus / The jewels of the Emerald River / The treasures of the Silver Mountains / Why are they so desolate today? The

towering city walls gaze at the blood-red sunset / The flickering torches illuminate the chilly evening breeze / The armored soldiers grip their swords tightly / The archers whisper by the battlements / A nightmare has just arrived from the North / Heaven is ablaze / Hell has opened its gates / Sharp fangs and claws devour all living beings..."

"Her voice is so beautiful," Fran couldn't help but admire in her heart. The song sounded flawless, as clear as glacial water. The noisy hall suddenly fell silent, except for the singing and the howling north wind through the windows. She continued singing, and Fran could tell it was a story about demons attacking a human city. As the battle intensified, the music grew more passionate and intense. When she sang of the demon general defeating the human heroes, the quiet atmosphere was finally broken, and a burst of admiration erupted from the audience. But when she sang of another demon king being ambushed and killed by ballistae, the demons let out a disappointed murmur.

The cold wind blowing in when the new customer pushed open the door brought Fran back to her senses. She looked around and was surprised to find that the empty cup and plate in front of the customer with the black turban were now filled with steaming food. He was slowly untying the cloth from his face. Fran stared at him curiously, wanting to see just how strange his face was, but the result greatly disappointed her—underneath the turban was a mask-like veil, completely covering his neck and face.

A melodious voice echoed in the dimly lit hall: "The bloodthirsty army surges like lava / The cries of the weak resound through the streets / The roaring blood beasts are as swift as lightning / Kandorsa raises his axe and charges straight for the royal court / Iron hooves and giant blades tear soldiers apart / Long swords and sturdy shields cannot stop the mighty wind / Gray heads and crowns roll off together / The sons of mortals lose their hearts."

Amid the excited cheers of the demons, the man in black turban drew a gleaming scimitar from his waist, cut a small piece of meat from the plate, picked it up with the tip of the knife, and put it into his mouth from under his veil.

"Great city of Mendus / You have fallen / A hundred generations of lamentations will be sung for you / The victory banquet did not welcome its heroes / Kandorsa fell at the palace gate / The royal guards joined forces to pierce him / The pride of the Caron family / May the River of Crimson Weep for you / May hell forever sing of your merits—" The singer ended the entire movement with a gradually weakening long note. The music stopped abruptly, and after a brief silence, cheers and the sound of hooves stomping the floor drowned out everything.

The commotion subsided after a while. The girl stood up, bowed gracefully in thanks, and then turned to the blue-skinned man in the corner: "Well? My lord, are you satisfied?"

The Ice Demon remained facing the wall; in fact, he had been sitting there the whole time, as if nothing had happened. He took another sip of the blue liquid in his cup and spoke again in a muffled, thunderous voice: "The Karon family has nothing to be proud of. Their

reckless advance in their quest for glory resulted in the loss of almost all their siege equipment. If it weren't for King Yesia, who was supposed to be guarding Lulan Valley, deserting in the face of battle, who knows who would be celebrating?" Whispers arose again. If the human was singing about the story of the Fifth Gate, that was over four hundred years ago, and this Ice Demon could analyze the details of that time. Either he was a scholar with a passion for history, or... he had personally experienced that war.

“Kandorza was a rare fire demon with some brains, it’s a pity he’s dead.” The ice demon put down his cup and tossed another gold coin precisely to him: “Let’s change the song.”

“Well, how about a different style, an Eastern song?” The singer smiled, pocketed the coin, sat back in her chair, and pulled a short bow-like object from her harp case. She lightly held the tail of the harp with one hand, propped it up on her lap, and held the short bow horizontally with the other hand, the bowstring and harp strings crossed: “This song is called ‘The Great Wall in the Rain’.”

She slowly drew the bow, the harp’s sound long and mournful.

"Again, the misty rain intoxicates the Great Wall / Dreams unfurl banners as the court gates open / Iron horses and golden spears, dust settles / How many times have the clanging of drums and horns been heard / Gilded halberds / Green steel swords / All given to the lush weeds dancing in the west wind..."

The lyrics were somewhat different from the usual language, and Fran couldn't hear them very clearly. She only felt that the music and the song carried sadness, but beyond the sadness, there seemed to be a trace of determination. The demons fell silent again, listening intently. This time, the first to stir up trouble were actually the short, fat men. Midway through the song, they suddenly shouted loudly:

"Long live the guild!" "Glory to the Great Craftsman!"

The stream-like song continued to flow between the stone pillars: "Again, the misty rain intoxicates the Great Wall / I laugh as the heavens fall / This night, the land is stained with blood / Where the long sword dances, even ghosts tremble / The golden goblet is shattered / The mortal world is obliterated / My loyal heart is shattered

, staining history for a thousand years." As the song faded, the girl stopped bowing. Before the other demons could cheer, the short, fat men erupted again with shouts of "Long live the guild!" "Crush the weak humans!"

The girl stood up again, bowed in thanks, and gave a special nod and smile to the dwarves. Now everyone looked at the ice demon in the corner, awaiting his opinion.

The nobleman remained as calm as an iceberg: "The snotty-nosed ones are worse trash than the fire demons. They were utterly defeated at the foot of the Great Wall, and the subsequent internal strife among humans gave them an opportunity."

The short, stout men were clearly displeased with these words. "Slander! This is vicious slander!" they screamed. One of the larger men said, "Humans are inherently disunited fools, and we've exploited their weakness!"

"United?" The Ice Demon sneered like the north wind. "If demons were united, would everyone gathered here today just be here for sightseeing?" He spat a shard of ice on the ground. "Humans are indeed weak fools, but what does it matter if they're driven back from the other side of the gate by humans?"

The hall was silent; no one could answer him. In the tense atmosphere, the clinking of gold coins on the ground was particularly crisp. "Anything else?"

The girl pouted, looking troubled. "My lord, your tastes are truly unpredictable. Could you be more specific?"

The Ice Demon responded with silence, but Fran heard a voice behind her. The customer wrapped in black cloth stood up from his seat. He was slender and tall, and although his voice was soft, it seemed to echo throughout the walls.

“Since this sir is a Venerable of the Lingnuo family, I’m afraid what he wants is a song praising the Lingnuo family’s military achievements.”

The girl scratched her hair, a blush spreading across her face. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think of that… If that’s the case, I do have a song here called ‘Loo and Cardarus,’ you might like it.”

The Ice Demon’s hand, holding the cup, suddenly stopped in mid-air, but returned to normal after a few seconds. He tilted his head back and took a big gulp, then put the cup back on the table.

The singer sat back in her chair, put away her bow, carefully adjusted the knobs on the violin, and played a few notes. The sound became deeper and more resonant. She tilted her head back, cleared her throat, and began to sing, accompanied by the resounding violin music:

"O wasteland of Madamia, a thousand years of dust and wind have howled, shattering the colorful pebbles, thinning the withered stone towers. Passing travelers, who has not heard your song? Why today, why today, are you silent? It is because the frost of hell has fallen, Lo'ao's iron cavalry has trampled across the wilderness, and even the summer sun cannot penetrate his chill..."

The story sounded simple and easy to understand. Lo'ao was probably a ruthless character from the Lingnuo family, while Kadarus was a powerful fire demon lord. They met and clashed in the wasteland of the human world. The girl described the fighting scene in detail, and gasps of surprise occasionally rippled through the hall. When she sang their respective lines, she widened her eyes, puffed out her cheeks, and comically imitated the strange accents of demons, making the audience burst into laughter. In the end, Loo defeated his opponent and beheaded him. When the song ended, it was the silent ice demons' turn to rejoice, an avalanche of "Lingnuo will win!" rising and falling—a truly inspiring song at this time when war with the Caron family was imminent.

Throughout the entire process, the generous patron kept his head down, motionless, like an ice sculpture, or perhaps deep in thought. When the noise subsided, he remained silent for another ten seconds or so, then looked up: "It's a good song... but unfortunately, the lyrics are a bit off." The girl stared

at him, her eyes wide, and bowed deeply: "Please correct me."

The ice demon drained the remaining wine in his cup, wiped his lips with a napkin: "Because it wasn't Loo who killed Kadarus, but a... human." With that, he abruptly stood up and turned to walk towards the door.

"Please wait!" The girl threw her harp on the table beside her, hurriedly squeezed through the crowd of demons, and quickly caught up with the strange figure who was about to leave. The Ice Demon stopped, his back to her, still silent.

“My lord, to be honest, I came here to find a Venerable of the Lingnuo family. Since you could hear the error in the lyrics, I believe you must have the clues I need.”

“I don’t know what you want, and even if I did, why should I tell you?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just a weak human, but I will do my best to fulfill any request you make.”

The Ice Demon was silent for a few seconds, then turned back: “You just said you’d be a prostitute in the middle of the night, right?”

He glanced at the wall clock; the hour hand was just nearing ten. “Let’s do it early today, right here, serving everyone present. I’ll pay.”

The girl tilted her head, slightly pouting her lips, rubbing her temples with her index finger as she thought for a few seconds, then looked up, smiling, and snapped her fingers: “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a generous boss! Deal!”

The restaurant erupted in cheers. “She must be crazy,” Fran thought. She had seen women fucked to death, their legs covered in blood, long gashes in their genitals, intestines spilling out. Some of these guys' enormous cannons would make even the most lustful succubus think twice, but this woman actually planned to be fucked all night by a whole room full of demons? Looks like she'll be found at the butcher shop first thing tomorrow morning; her delicate skin and tender flesh look quite appetizing. She'd definitely urge old Hobbs to go and snatch a few pieces early.

The Ice Demon returned to his seat and beckoned to the waiter. The girl had already walked into the middle of the crowd, her eyes glazed over as she surveyed the hungry men around her. She deftly unbuttoned her coat, tossed it aside, and revealed her curvaceous figure beneath the long, velvety dress. She loosened the knot at the neckline, pulling the wide collar down below her shoulders, then pulled her long arms out of the sleeves, leaving only a bulging white bra covering her upper body. She smiled faintly, then unfastened the clasp at the back of her dress, teasingly lifting the fabric little by little, revealing a pair of plump, white breasts. As they rolled out, the demons exclaimed in amazement: "So human breasts can be this big!" "I've never seen such good stuff in any of the brothels I've been to!"

Fran couldn't help but feel jealous of those breasts. They were so full that it looked like you would need two hands to hold one, and they were several inches wider than her body. Although they were big, they only sagged slightly, and they protruded forward like spindles. In the middle of the light brown areolas, two cherry-like nipples stood upright at their cone-shaped tips, glistening and shining under the light.

The girl gently loosened her belt, and her long robe slid down her body. Although she still wore a pair of close-fitting cotton trousers underneath, the outline of her shapely buttocks and long legs already made the onlookers drool. She bent down and took off her boots and socks one by one, then straightened up, leaning against a table. With her hands on the edge of the table, she lightly leaped and sat on it. She lifted her legs, took off the last pair of trousers, and casually tossed them aside. One hand supported her on the table, allowing her naked body to lean back slightly, while the other hand gently kneaded her alluring nipples, making them even more rosy and firm. Her breathing became rapid, and her body trembled slightly. Under the gaze of dozens of eyes, her legs, which had been pressed together, slowly parted.

This caused another uproar in the hall. Her lower body was smooth and delicate, without a single hair, but that wasn't the key point. The most unexpected thing was that her private parts were adorned with four silver rings, each about the thickness of a finger! Two silver rings pierced her milkshake-like skin on either side of her vulva, while two more were pierced on her pink labia. The rings were tied to thin leather straps at the base of her thighs with ribbons. When she spread her legs, the rings pulled her labia apart, revealing her bright red vulva, protruding clitoris, and even her slightly open urethra.

Many demons had already impatiently stripped off their clothes, their enormous, varied penises standing erect. They shouted, "By the King of Light, this is the most exciting bitch I've ever seen!" "I'm going to fuck her cunt raw!"

Many women, seeing those enormous objects thicker than their own legs, were so terrified they wet themselves and cried. But this seemingly delicate young woman remained calm, one hand half-covering her open vulva, and whispered, "Don't be so hasty. Start with the smallest size and gradually increase the size. If you use such a large one from the beginning, it'll make her loose and flabby, and how will the later ones enjoy it?"

This was indeed a suggestion worth considering, and the smaller demons immediately agreed. The girl wiped her wet flower core with her hand, pulling out a few long strands of silver. She brought her finger to her lips, pursed her lips, and gently sucked on it, her eyes full of seductive charm: "Everyone, please sit down first. Those who want to eat meat, eat meat; those who want to drink, drink wine. Only when you're full and well-fed can you fuck me more thoroughly. My lowly little hole will always be waiting for you!" She waved to the short, fat men: "Why don't you go first, you bronze warriors?"

Bronze warriors? Fran couldn't help but chuckle. Those guys rarely received such a noble title. They were practically flattered. They crowded around, frantically peeling off the metal shell to reveal an ugly body covered in foul-smelling slime. The girl grabbed one of the guys' hands, pulled him onto the table, and gently stroked his slick, fleshy penis: "Oh, actually, you're quite big!"

She lay back on the table, pinching her engorged labia with both hands, spreading them wider. "Come on, my first time today is yours." The green little devil pounced on her, aiming his thick, human-wrist-like penis at her clitoris. With a soft "Ah" as the girl frowned, the entire length of over half a foot disappeared into her body. The gang rape party began.

“You’re so considerate…you even brought such good lubricant…” The girl panted softly as she stroked her sticky body, playfully smearing the pale green liquid on her firm breasts:

“Don’t you want to come together? I can serve several at once…If you’d like, you can try to orgasm with these breasts…or with my mouth and little tongue…it’s up to you.”

“Then I’ll taste just how enchanting this singing little mouth is!” the other fat green men shouted, struggling to climb onto the table. The girl braced herself on her elbows, slightly raising her upper body, and opened her mouth to take a penis in, gently licking it. But the fat man didn’t seem satisfied: “This isn’t enough! You useless bitch.” He grabbed her long hair, forcefully pressing her head down until the entire penis was deeply inserted into her mouth. The girl’s throat and abdomen convulsed, a look of pain on her face, and she let out muffled moans from her stuffed mouth. The fat devil mercilessly grabbed the delicate head, pulling it violently back and forth. Saliva and mucus dripped from the corners of his mouth with each thrust. But after only ten seconds, he shouted again, "That's right, ah... this bitch's throat is gripping my treasure so tightly... her tongue is so strong... ah, yes, that's it... so exciting!" Meanwhile, another green fat man had already straddled the girl's body, grabbing her fair breasts as if he wanted to crush them. He completely wrapped his penis between her breasts and began to thrust, twisting his fat buttocks.

"This bitch's cunt is so tight, the flesh inside is like a spring!" The first fat guy to enjoy her honeypot ejaculated in just a few minutes. He reluctantly pulled out his limp penis, and a thick, foamy mixture of fluids, vaginal fluid, and semen gushed out of her still-constricting opening, flowing onto the table. Another guy immediately filled the void, and a little while later, the penis in the girl's mouth also convulsed and ejaculated. The fierce fat guy shoved his penis deep into her throat, screaming, "Swallow it all, you slut!" When he finally withdrew his penis with satisfaction, the girl's face had changed to an expression of enjoyment. She opened her empty mouth proudly: "I swallow it every time. I love the feeling of being filled with semen." "

The short, fat men took turns enjoying her breasts and both her front and back orifices, covering her in green semen and slime. There were seven or eight of them, and each one praised her after finishing. Next came the smaller demons, who were about the same height as humans but much thicker—including their genitals. The girl's mouth was almost dislocated from being stretched by the penises most of the time, but in the brief intervals between breaths, she would moan and murmur like a madwoman: 'My service... is it satisfactory... sir... my goal... is to be the most... most durable... bitch in hell... ah... let the biggest penis... pierce me... ah.'

More than an hour passed quickly, and the girl's body looked a mess, covered in mottled slime and foam. The table beneath her was already soaked, and excess liquid flowed down the table legs onto the ground." Pulled open by the silver ring, her honey hole had become red and swollen from friction. The swollen labia protruded slightly from the opening, like a circle of round red petals, making the flesh hole appear even more lewd and alluring. The size of the penis entering her body was also getting bigger and bigger, stretching the vaginal walls until they were almost transparent like pudding. With each thrust, it was pulled out of her body, as if it would split open at any moment. When a guy shoved a penis bigger than a fist into her mouth, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't swallow the purplish-red shaft. She shook her head apologetically, "I'm sorry, sir, my little mouth really has reached its limit... But it's time to serve you with another hole, my asshole is known to be even more pleasurable than the birth canal."

"However, we need to do some preparation first, please wait a few minutes." She turned and waved to Fran, "Pretty lady, could you get me a pot of hot water? A big pot, please."

Fran watched the lewd scene as she ran, her heart burning with jealousy. What kind of magic did that human possess that could attract so many demons to mate with her? But she had to admit that Alana did have a unique attraction that was different from succubi, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it. And... being penetrated by dozens of those largest penises all night long? She felt she absolutely wouldn't dare to make such a plan. That stupid woman... she probably doesn't even know what she's about to face. She's in for a rough time.

Now that she'd come to her senses, she ran to the kitchen, found a copper kettle the size of a bucket, scooped out most of the boiling water from the large pot, added a few spoonfuls of cold water, and carrying the heavy kettle, approached the woman surrounded by the demons. The girl had already rolled over, kneeling on the table like a dog, her legs spread wide apart, murky fluid still flowing from her open vulva. She stuck her buttocks high up, stroking the light brown folds between her open buttocks with her fingers: "To avoid affecting..." "Everyone's experience needs to be improved first, you know. Anyone willing to help out?"

A tall, lesser demon took the water jug, pointed the three-foot-long spout at the girl's upturned buttocks, tilted the jug, and a stream of steaming water poured onto her genitals, which were covered in a foul-smelling liquid. The girl's body trembled violently, and she cried out, "Ah!" The water was clearly very hot; her skin immediately turned bright red. She endured the burning pain, her teeth chattering, and managed to utter, "No...no..." "No...no...it has to be poured into my asshole..."

Amidst laughter, she simply let go of her hands supporting her body, letting her face and breasts press directly against the sticky table. She reached her hands from behind her back between her legs, forcefully prying open her shrunken little orifice, making her anus open to the size of a finger: "Come on, pour it in here...wait, can you help me hold my legs? The water's so hot, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but move around."

Immediately, two demons came over and used their huge claws to... The girl pressed her legs hard against the table. The demon holding the pot aimed the pointed spout at the small, red hole and pushed it in with a little force. The girl released her grip, and her tight anal muscles immediately gripped the brass tube. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, awaiting the impending heat. But when the demon suddenly tilted the pot, she couldn't help but scream. Instinctively, she grabbed the scalding spout, trying to push it out of her body, but the surrounding demons immediately grabbed her hands tightly. She lay on the table, trembling wildly, her face flushed red, her buttocks twisting in pain, but she couldn't get rid of the painful thing in her anus. Her flat stomach gradually swelled up, bulging and swaying slightly beneath her with each struggle of her waist. Fran thought she must be regretting her choice, but unexpectedly she started shouting intermittently: "Yes... go for it... if you cook my insides... you... can fuck me... while cutting open my stomach... take her out... and eat her..." Good

heavens, what on earth is going on in this human's brain? Fran thought that if she wasn't crazy, then she must be crazy.

It took several minutes to almost completely fill the large jug of water into her body. Her stomach was now swollen like a small water tank, and due to the pressure inside, no more water could flow in. She gritted her teeth and whispered,

"Wash my little cunt in the front too." The demon pulled out the spout, and her anus, which had been scalded red, immediately shrank back into her tight little anus, without leaking a drop of water. But when the demon inserted the spout into her filthy honey hole and continued to pour water, she screamed and trembled again. The capacity of her front hole was clearly not as large as that of her back hole, and steaming water quickly overflowed from the opening.

After pouring out the entire kettle of water, Alana lay on the table, panting heavily. It seemed her stomach had almost adjusted to the hot water. She gently rubbed her pregnant belly. "Alright, can you take me to the window now?"

A massive troll picked her up and carried her to the cold, windswept window, placing her on the table facing the cliff. She lay on the table, shivering, her rear end sticking out the window. A torrent of scalding water gushed from her anus, shooting out in a steaming arc for over a minute before her belly returned to its normal position. "Hmm… actually, there's nothing dirty, but to put everyone at ease, I still need to do a routine cleaning. It's professional ethics, you know." She grinned again as she said this.

She jumped off the table, walked back to the group of demons, bent over, stuck out her buttocks, and used two fingers to pry open her anus, revealing the bright red, moist flesh inside. She turned around so all the spectators could see: "A freshly baked slutty asshole, guaranteed to give you a different kind of enjoyment. Come on, use your treasures to fuck her until she's rotten."

She walked towards the demon who had tried to give her oral sex but failed: "Of course you have to go first. To show my apology, you can try both holes." She helped the demon sit down, spread her legs and straddled his, aligning her swollen, red anus, pulled apart by two pairs of silver rings, with the fist-sized glans. She slowly bent her legs and sat down, letting the huge penis gradually stretch open the pink flesh. Finally, she gritted her teeth and sat down hard, letting out a long "Ah!" The fleshy pillar, almost as long as her arm, was completely inserted into her body. She adjusted for a moment, then quickly bent and straightened her legs, letting her thin labia slide up and down on his penis, each time making sure it was fully inside. She reached out and wrapped her arms around the devil's neck: "How is it? Still tight? I try so hard to make it tighten so it doesn't loosen."

The devil looked satisfied: "You're such a fucking stunner, ah... the flesh inside is rubbing against my penis... this is the best cunt I've ever fucked." The girl kissed him with a radiant smile: "Thank you, your praise makes me so happy. A slut like me loves hearing people say my cunt is amazing to fuck." "That felt good." She sped up her thrusts a few dozen more times: "Okay, now it's another horny hole's turn!"

She slowly stood up, letting the penis slide out of her honey hole, which was dripping with glistening fluid. Then she turned around, aligning her buttocks with the penis that was covered in sticky vaginal fluid, and pressed the large glans against the folded little hole. While twisting her buttocks, letting her anus rub back and forth against the glans, she used both hands to forcefully pull her buttocks down, trying to sit down. The narrow hole opened up little by little, and the daisy-like wrinkles were slowly flattened, turning into a tight fleshy ring, but the glans still couldn't completely penetrate. She gasped for breath, frowning. "I can't take it anymore, I'm afraid of the pain. Please help me, be rough."

"You're a fucking horny, crazy bitch." The demon's thick hands grabbed her waist and slammed her down. With a piercing scream, the head of his penis broke through her defenses and plunged into her abdomen, then the entire shaft was inside. "Th...thank you," the girl said softly, wincing and gasping for breath. She moved her hips slightly to feel the massive object inside her, then tried to slowly move it back and forth. Her anus didn't seem as lubricated as her vagina. Each time she lifted her hips to pull out the penis, the powerful friction stretched her anus like a volcano, and when it was inserted, it would push in quite a distance, along with the surrounding skin. But after a few minutes, the withdrawn penis began to be covered with a glistening layer of mucus, and the girl quickened the rhythm of her hips. "Sir, how about another evaluation? How does it feel in both holes?"

"Damn, I've never tried an anus before, it's so amazing... It's so tight, like many hands are holding my penis at the same time." Hearing this, the girl smiled again, her eyes crinkling: "Not every anus can be like mine. My anus is a top-quality one that every customer raves about."

The other demons became even more eager to try. The girl rhythmically thrust her lower body repeatedly. A few minutes later, the demon inside her finally let out a satisfied roar. The girl stood up from him, a trace of cloudy semen seeping from her anus, but her anus immediately tightened, leaving the rest of the semen inside her.

"Everyone sees it! The first user experience is perfect. Don't hesitate, fill both my holes, front and back! Each has its own flavor!"

The demons swarmed forward, waving their hands, "Wait, wait, get into position first." Lying on the table was no longer convenient for being fucked, so she instructed a taller demon to lie on the table, then straddled him, placing her wet, honeyed hole on his erect, huge penis. She bent over, sticking her buttocks up high, playfully wriggling her anus, opening and closing to reveal the red flesh inside, smeared with semen. "Alright, this is much easier to fuck."

The demons had completely forgotten about the order of size, scrambling to enjoy this rare experience. The first one to grab a spot raised his massive penis, almost as thick as a calf, and shoved it into Alana's anus. Although both her holes had already been explored, inserting both at the same time was still... Too easy. She tensed her neck, tilted her head back, and grinned, revealing clenched teeth, yet she still couldn't forget to use her hands to pry open her buttocks. Finally, the giant penis broke through her defenses and plunged deep into her abdomen. The two demons began to thrust vigorously together. The simultaneous stimulation from both ends made her moan incessantly, her voice broken and intermittent: "Ah...am I enjoying it enough...is it exciting...I like...a bitch with every hole filled with a cock...not many, right...ah..."

The debauchery was gradually reaching its climax. The mountain of demons casually manipulated Alana's petite body, changing positions to enjoy her hot and tight holes. Her two orifices were already swollen beyond recognition, looking almost as red as blood, the flesh inside as smooth and shiny as pearls. But they seemed never to relax. Every time the penis was withdrawn, it would shrink back into that petite little opening. The demons also shouted:

“This bitch is so tight no matter what we do.” “If only I could fuck a slut like that all the time!” The girl responded to them with almost incoherent moans and trembling from wave after wave of orgasm: “I told you… I want to be the most durable bitch in hell… to be fucked every day… from morning till night… ah…”

Fran had already decided that this woman was not a normal human, but when a huge demon with a bull’s head and three pairs of horns stood up and walked towards her, she still secretly broke out in a cold sweat. That kind of creature had the most terrifying penis. The horrifying thing stood erect on his waist, thicker and longer than the girl’s thigh, its surface covered with bony protrusions, and a ring of terrifying fleshy spikes around the glans. Even succubi dared not sleep with such a creature; they usually only mated with their own kind. “That woman is finished,” Fran thought.

“I fucked three humans to death, and then I stopped looking for them,” the giant monster muttered like thunder. The girl stared in astonishment at the monstrous object approaching her, a hint of fear flashing in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure: "Yours is really powerful, but I believe I can take much longer than them! Besides, if I'm going to die, being fucked to death by a huge penis like yours is the perfect way for a slut like me to die."

“Could you lie down so I can do it myself? That way it’ll be easier to get in,” the girl asked. The troll, as large as a small mountain, lay down on the ground, his penis erect like an iron tower. “Thank you, you’re such a kind customer.” The girl straddled his waist, the iron tower combined with the thickness of his body pressing against her vulva. She grasped the massive member with both hands, straightened it, closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and began to slowly sit down. But the enormous glans had only entered a little over halfway; it seemed her vulva was already at its limit. She tentatively lowered herself gently, the glans gradually going in a little more. Now, the tender, red flesh was stretched as thin as paper. She stopped, took a few deep breaths: “Looks like I have to go all out.” As soon as she finished speaking, she sat down abruptly, and with a beast-like growl, the terrifying glans magically slid in. But it was clearly not magic, because bright red blood was gushing from the opening; the overburdened flesh had been torn apart.

She was trembling violently, her legs shaking, even the muscles in her face were tense, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. But she still resolutely sat down, letting the huge thing enter her body until it was more than halfway inside. Her voice trembled: "I told you... I'm very resilient... even though it's a little bit torn... I hope... it won't affect you fucking me."

She trembled and slowly straightened her legs, letting the huge, bulging penis pull out a little, and then sat down again. She gritted her teeth and repeated the process faster. Blood flowed out like a stream from the tender flesh tightly wrapped around the penis. She tried to make the penis go deeper and deeper each time, but the huge thing was just too long, and there was always a part that couldn't enter her body. "Still not working...can't go all the way in...this kind of service...isn't satisfactory enough."

While continuing to suck on the fleshy pillar with her bleeding honey hole, she asked softly, "Have you ever fucked inside a woman's 'meat gourd'? It can hold a little person, so it should be able to fit a glans, right?"

This piqued the demons' interest even more. They vaguely knew that humans were born from women's wombs, and the so-called "meat gourd" was the fleshy sac that contained the fetus, but it seemed that the opening was usually sealed, and they had never actually tried inserting their penises into it. She asked the troll lying beneath her, "How about it, do you want to try? With your length, it can only fit completely inside my flesh gourd."

The demon nodded excitedly, "But you'll have to prepare her first." As the girl spoke, she climbed off the enormous fleshy pillar, trembling as she climbed back onto the table, lay on her back, and spread her legs to reveal her bloodied, tender vulva: "Please put your hand in."

The troll hesitated for a moment, then reached his claws into the warm fleshy hole. In fact, his fists and arms were thicker than his penis. The girl gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands, shaking her head from side to side, screaming in pain, until half of her arm disappeared into her lower body. She shivered, her voice weak and feeble: "Feel it, isn't there something round and hard inside... um, yes... right here... feel it more carefully, there's a small opening in the middle... um... that's the opening of my flesh gourd, please help me make it bigger..."

“You can’t even fit a finger in here,” the demon muttered suspiciously. The girl began to explain in a soft voice, “Yes, she’s usually very tight, but when humans give birth, even things the size of a head can come out… I’ve never given birth, but you don’t need to hold back. Use whatever method you like, just pry her open. Don’t feel sorry for me no matter how much I scream, my little gourd is just as horny as I am.”

The demon’s giant hand began to move inside, and the girl indeed began to scream loudly, all her muscles tensing up, tears finally streaming down her face, but she still managed to say in broken sentences, “Push harder… ah… yes… one finger is in… um… one more… ah… my…” "Gourd opening...it hurts...I like it so much...ah...can you feel the fleshy gourd inside...it's still so small, isn't it...ah...just waiting for your big glans...to stretch it up...want it to be tight around your big glans...if you want it...then put in more effort...ah...dig my gourd opening...rip it apart..."

The devil's claws continued to rummage inside, the outline of a fist occasionally appearing on the girl's belly. The arm went deeper and deeper, and finally he sighed: "Humans are fucking amazing! They

can even get in like that!" A smile appeared on the girl's pale face: "I can feel it, your whole hand is inside, how is it, is my gourd tight? Is it warm?"

"Just as horny as you." The big guy actually replied humorously.

"Mmm! Every one of my holes is so horny! Now it's your turn to enjoy her with your big glans."

The troll pulled out his blood-stained arm, lifted the limp girl around the waist like a cat, aligned her torn opening with his massive member, and thrust it in again. After the arm's work, this time it was easier than before; the shaft slowly penetrated, then paused midway. "Reaching the top, keep going."

The girl groaned and smiled faintly. Encouraged, the troll pushed down harder, and with a soft scream, the red opening finally gripped the very bottom of the massive member.

"This woman's inside is so tight, it's wrapped around my treasure so tightly, and it even contractes and expands." The troll exclaimed in amazement. He lifted the girl's body and moved up and down, while she continued to moan and shout, her face full of excitement, completely ignoring the increasing amount of blood flowing from her vagina:

"Ah! Your fleshy barbs... have torn my gourd opening... Ah! My scrotum... is about to be torn off... Ah... How is it... are you satisfied... Everyone, tell me... am I... the most lewd... the most despicable... the most durable... good slut... Ah..."

The big guy finally ejaculated after a while. "Mmm, the semen is so hot, it feels so good in my scrotum..." the girl murmured dazedly. The troll slowly withdrew his massive, blood- and slimy shaft, and a large pool of the viscous mixture of blood and vaginal fluid that had been trapped inside gushed out, followed by a small stream of milky white semen, much less than Fran had expected. "I'm so sorry... the opening of my gourd... couldn't close properly so quickly. I wanted to leave all of yours inside, but... a little bit leaked out."

Alana lay on the table, panting heavily for a while, before regaining her charming smile. She raised her legs and dug her fingers deep into her swollen opening, prying open a bright red, moist cavity. The tender flesh inside contracted and expanded, and the round mouth, dripping with thick semen at its deepest point, was faintly visible. "Look," said one of the demons, "she's ready to be stretched open by even more big dicks. Come on, use lots of semen to burst my cunt." A new demon pushed forward, shoving his massive, sharp-protruding penis into her ravaged orifice. Alana clung to him, moaning, "Mmm... one more... ah... stuff my asshole too... the bigger the better... my asshole hasn't tried the biggest dick yet... I wonder... if it'll tear too..."

The lewd party continued, hour after hour passing. Alana enthusiastically welcomed every dick that entered her body. By dawn, when the last demon had also vented his lust on her, there were few customers left in the restaurant. The almost lifeless girl lay on the table, soaked in a pool of semen, breathing weakly. The only ones who hadn't moved an inch were the ice-demon nobleman in the corner and the man with the black headscarf by the table near the door. A mournful howl echoed outside the window—the cry of a morning-spotted cat. In the distance, a thin streak of light emerged from the darkness, like a sleepy eye just opening. The City of Light was approaching; the brief daylight of hell was about to descend.

Fran softly asked the black-clad customer sitting with his eyes closed, "Won't you try the taste of humans?"

The man in black didn't open his eyes: "I'm not comfortable in public."

The girl struggled to her feet from the table. She looked at the ice demon in the corner: "Well, sir, can you grant my request now?"

The Ice Demon snorted, exhaling a thick cloud of icy air: "Miss, I never said I'd agree after you'd been fucked all night."

What the hell? Fran, though not fond of humans, found this answer infuriating.

But the girl didn't seem angry, still wearing a pale smile: "My lord, I don't care, you made me think this way, so you have to take responsibility."

The Ice Demon sneered: "And if I don't agree?"

The girl looked up at the ceiling, then lowered her head, revealing a wicked smile: "Then, I'm afraid, your head will have to pay the debt."

"Hahahaha—" The Ice Demon burst into laughter, even the cups on the table vibrated. Fran was certain that the Grey-Eared family in the ceiling had already fled. “Then we’ll see if you have the ability!”

The instant his words fell, the hall suddenly plunged into darkness. Fran’s first thought was that the Brass Guild’s rickety lighting circuits were unreliable again, but she immediately realized that wasn’t the case. The darkness was too pure; not a single ray of light remained, not even the faint sunlight that had just peeked out from the window. Only a ball of blue light shone in the darkness—the light emanating from the Ice Demon in the corner. He suddenly stood up, sword in hand, back against the wall, cautiously looking around. Then Fran saw a dark shadow on the ceiling swoop down towards the blue light, followed by the sound of metal clashing and the ear-piercing crack of a frost shield shattering. The blue light vanished, leaving only the deepest darkness, but only for a few seconds. Then, everything brightened again.

The Ice Demon was still standing there, expressionless, but everyone could see a two-inch-long wound on the side of his neck, from which wisps of blue-white mist were rising. He stood there for several seconds before reaching out to touch the wound, a barely perceptible twitch at the corner of his mouth. He remained calm, then laughed again: "Good skills... Woman, you remind me of the past... of the one who truly killed Kadarus."

"Your skills are quite good too, sir. Actually, I'm not very confident I can beat you." The girl remained seated at the table, but the filth and bloodstains on her body had vanished, her smooth, fair skin gleaming under the light. "However, I'm in the shadows, you're in the light. I think I'll always have a chance, while you'll live in constant tension. It seems like a deal that benefits neither of us."

"I'm sorry, miss, I'm never a treacherous demon. It's just... I have something I'd like to entrust to you, so I wanted to test your skills first." The Ice Demon turned and walked towards the door: "Actually, I'm not sure I know what you want, but if you're really interested, come find me at the Cerberus Inn on the fifth floor of the city, room 407."

"Thank you for your generosity, but you've forgotten something," the girl called out, stopping him. The Ice Demon turned around, a helpless expression on his face. "What is it now, Miss?"

"One hundred and fourteen in total, I remember them all." The girl jumped off the table and walked over, pouting mischievously, holding out a hand. "My little hole has worked so hard for so long, you have to keep your promise."

"Of course, I was planning to give them to you when we meet later." The Ice Demon sighed, took a money pouch from his waist and tossed it to him. "Keep the change."

The girl opened the pouch, took out eleven gold coins and four silver coins, and handed the pouch back to the Ice Demon. "That won't do, I'm a person of my word." She took the coins and ran back to the table, put the money in her pocket, counted out two copper coins, walked back, carefully stuffed them into the Ice Demon's hand, and winked at him playfully.

"Don't forget, there's still one person getting a 20% discount."

The Ice Demon silently turned and left, disappearing into the morning light outside the door. The girl walked up to Fran and handed her a gold coin. "I'm so sorry for making such a mess of this place. I'll have to trouble you to clean it up. And... thank you for the scalding hot water you gave me!"

She smiled as she carefully put on the clothes scattered on the tables, chairs, and floor, slung her harp bag over her shoulder, and as she reached the door, she turned back and waved to the hall. The winter sun shone in from her side, outlining a warm silhouette.

"Goodbye, I'll come back another day to give you all a night of fun!"

[The End]

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