Dungeon Overlord: Monster Girl Harem!-Chapter 127: The Strange Bar and Drunk Succubus!?

Leonhardt's eyes closed, the blue glow fading as he watched the fat old man drinking above them. He smiled while nodding because now it was time for him to visit Enzo. He looked at Zafira beside him, happily smiling while carrying a bundle of blue and pink candyfloss.

"Mmmn~ its so sweet."

"I don't want to be a murderous beast... but they keep forcing my hands." Leon whispered.

"Huh? What did you say, Leon?"

Zafira asked while munching on her floss with glowing eyes; sometimes, she seemed more like a normal woman her age rather than a demon princess.

'No, maybe a demon and human aren't that different; demons are just less contradicting of themselves. A human lives with virtues and sins, while a demon lives free of those feelings and thoughts.'

If a demon wished to kill, they killed.

If they wanted to eat, they ate.

That's how simple things were to a demon. Leonhardt preferred this way of life but knew that rules could also be of benefit to his kingdom. Thanks to human knowledge, he couldn't say all of humanity's choices were flawed or wrong.

"Leon?"

"Hm, what's wrong?"

"Nothing... you just looked a little angry."

Her fingertip poked his cheek, the sweet scent of her body and the candyfloss mixed into a fruity aroma that he couldn't help but have a taste.

"Ah!?"

"Mmmm, very sweet... I think that you taste better than the candyfloss, though."

Leonhardt's compliment was honest; he didn't do it to seduce or win points, but he always found Zafira's scent and taste to be closer to his preference. However, the lovely succubus, not used to dealing with him being sweet, became embarrassed. Zafira's wings fluttered as she hurriedly rushed down the alley leading to the Last Call bar.

When she looked back, Leon could see her pink cheeks and heart-shaped pupils and couldn't help but start humming in an amused tone.

The heart-shaped pupils seemed to be something limited to a succubus.

"Well, after all isn't she sweet."

***

The slums were shrouded in an almost eternal night because of the sixth platform blocking the sunlight. Leonhardt wondered if a genius alcoholic planned this so he could always get a drink in the slums.

'Though it's probably to hide them and drain their spirits...'

He gazed at the surroundings with a blank look, fallen food rotting on the floor, broken boxes, cardboard houses and blocked shops and stores now out of business. This place wasn't somewhere anyone would like to call home. Nasty water that looked more like sludge was draining along the cheap, cracked cobblestones into the overflowing drains.

'Even the rats won't drink that water...'

The pair walked side-by-side, not afraid of what lurked in these dark corners, and instead enjoyed the cold atmosphere.

Leonhardt preferred these cold and dark places rather than the noisy and crowded ones. An occasional fool tried to approach him or Zafira, but she dealt with it easily. Her tail quickly stabbed their throat, or she used her eyes to brainwash them.

"Is this the place, Leon... it looks pretty clean."

"Yeah, for the slums it's not bad. It even had electricity and basic magic enchantments."

Zafira grabbed Leonhardt's hand before they stepped inside.

It seemed she had forgotten about him teasing her earlier, and what made him the most amused was how she seemed to have got so into her roleplay as an elven noble that she forgot she was a demon.

"Shall we head inside, my lady?"

Leonhardt's voice held a mocking tone, but his smile wasn't full of scorn, just a playful look. He leaned forward and kissed the side of her hand, causing Zafira to hum with a pleasant sound.

"Lead the way, my honoured lord."

Her words were equally sarcastic but amusing. It was almost like she could be more honest with her feelings while playing pretend.

***

The bar looked more like a tavern than a place for criminals or ordering murders. A few regulars were drinking at the clean tables, and the bottles even looked new, not the recycled type with a slight brown or green tint, all of them pure and see-through.

A woman sat in a booth near the corner, wearing a low-cut shirt to attract men towards her with the promise of sex or love. But hey, this was the slums, and Leonhardt didn't care. Only humans would hate things like that.

However, he noticed that the "Queen" was the one behind the bar serving people.

Wavy red hair down to her hips, blue eyes and a mole under her right eye.

The moment they locked eyes, she looked spooked at first before showing a welcoming business smile.

"What can I get you, Sir?" She asked with a sweet tone of voice.

She unbuttoned her shirt to reveal her cleavage.

The woman was clearly a seductress, but she seemed to only do this as a ploy to draw in victims since she carried the scent of Enzo, much like Dia did before.

Zafira pushed close to Leon, her breasts and her beauty a higher class than Queen, causing her face to twitch as she hugged Leonhardt's arm and asked. "The strongest you have." She winked at him. "I'm feeling a little thirsty."

Queen looked at Leon with an apologetic smile but seemed more annoyed than amused by Zafira.

'Women always compete over stupid things.' He thought for a moment before nodding at another thing in his mind. 'I guess men might be the same with their cock size?'

"I'll have the same as her, and please tell Joker, we're here to see him." Leonhardt tossed the pouch of silver onto the counter with a loud thud that drew the gaze of most patrons.

A rich person in the slums, well... what could go wrong?

'That's right, become greedy.'

Leonhardt's growth couldn't rely on levelling alone. He needed to devour more people at Jack's level. The small boost might not change the world, but even the scant amount of meat a rabbit has could sate a starving man.

Queen looked at Leon, her smile fading, before she poured them two drinks from Enzo's stash.

"I'll let him know."

"Hey~ what's this called?" The drink was red with a frozen blueberry floating at the top. Zafira took a sip, then another before finishing half of it with one gulp, leaving the berry as a snack, crunching it in her sharp, powerful jaws, and waving her hand. "Another!"

Queen once again looked to Leon, who nodded and sighed.

"It's called the Blue Blooded kiss, it's made from a rare herb found in the western regions. But because of it's cost, we named it after blue blood, which comes from the herb's colour and rumours that nobles have blue blood"

"Mm, it's delicious! Don't you think?" Zafira's eyes looked strange, dilated and filled with life.

"Let me see..."

Leonhardt sniffed the drink. 'Hm?' The scent reminded him of Zafira when they first met, and he couldn't adjust to her scent.

His eyes squinted before he took a large sip. It tasted delicious, with a sharp tropical fruity taste followed by a spicy aftertaste, and seemed to be an aphrodisiac. He could feel his crotch swell instantly, and his blood boiled with a racing heart.

'What the hell did she serve!?'

He gritted his teeth and forced the devouring core of the World Eater to swallow half of the alcohol. The core eased the symptoms and caused his vision and body to calm, but the heat made his flesh look slightly darker. 'This alcohol would KILL a normal human!'

"Hehehehe~ did you know it's thiiiiis big."

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"What!? Really?"

Zafira leaned close to the Queen, whispering in her ear as the two no longer seemed to be aggressive to each other, somehow becoming chatty friends. Leonhardt could also feel the Queen's gaze towards him became different, shameful, curious... and lots of desire.

"Yup~ I was surprised at first, too, because he seemed normal!

Then it wen't POP! and slapped my—Argh! Stop!"

Leonhardt grabbed her by the base of her tail, reaching into her skirt and pulling her back, "Can you bring more of that drink for me and something sweeter for her, *wink* along with snacks."

The Queen saw his wink and showed an understanding smile before she nodded.

"No problem, dear customer."

'Well we just spent enough for a small sized hit for drinks, I guess she is a lot softer now.'

However, now he faced an additional problem. It was clear that Zafira's core couldn't digest the alcohol as she curled around his arm, kissing his forearm towards his shoulder and neck while glancing at him with glassy eyes.

'How will I solve this issue?'