My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 361 - 146: Listening to Music in the Hook Fence! Mother Tree of Joy! Mediocre Succubus (Request for Monthly Ticket)_4

Chapter 361: Chapter 146: Listening to Music in the Hook Fence! Mother Tree of Joy! Mediocre Succubus (Request for Monthly Ticket)_4

"The hook fences on Joy Street are definitely high-quality, just a shame our time there was so short..."

Charles Brown lamented, still left wanting for more. Gary Smith nodded in agreement, then they left the Storm Opera House.

Next, Charles recommended a merfolk massage parlor, which could get rid of the latent injuries suffered by pet beasts during intense training, otherwise, it would impede the pet beasts’ potential.

"Forget it."

After a brief contemplation, Gary refused. After all, he and his pet beasts trained in the Nightmare Prison, hence, despite seeing some improvements, the dark effects resulting from training were but minor issues. Particularly for the two sovereign level hatchlings, their recovery was almost instantaneous.

However, there was still some time before the small trade fair, so Gary suggested going to an exotic massage parlor - a Succubus one preferably, to satisfy the shattered dream he had because of the wooden cabinet Succubus, Lisa Brown.

He wasn’t planning on doing anything, just curious to understand the local customs, plus, the Succubi’s ability to soothe the spirit is well known.

"A Succubus, huh... most of them returned to the Succubus Nest decades ago, and there aren’t many who remain outside. However, I bought a guide earlier and there’s a shop listed as a Succubus massage parlor over on Desire Lane."

Charles Brown was also interested, since witnessing the customs of different races should be fine.

Sharing a look, they set off instantly. To avoid any awkwardness due to a lack of funds, Gary had even exchanged another hundred Sin Coins.

They navigated their way to Desire Lane. Its style was indeed distinctive, emitting a profound and dusty atmosphere which made Gary criticise the declining world.

There were half-human, half-spiders; snake-people, lizard-men covered in scales...

A truly bizarre picture.

However, Gary always had a strange feeling about Joy Street and Desire Lane, a certain sense of discontinuity.

Although the housing arrangements looked reasonable, the latter gave an impression of a creeping accumulation.

"No more! I really don’t want anymore!"

A thin, skeletal tiger-headed beastman stumbled out from deeper within the alley, his eye sockets sunken and his expression panicked.

He looked towards the distant Joy Street with longing in his eyes, was about to leave, but all of a sudden numerous pink butterflies ensnared him. Seductive women draped in thin veils emerged, their faces covered with white cloths concealing their true looks.

"No... nooo..."

The tiger-headed beastman stared at these beautiful women, horrified as he was hoisted up and carried away, uttering a shrill cry.

One of the women politely addressed the remaining customers:

"Apologies for the disturbance. This particular customer owes quite a bit of money, and tried to dine and dash. So, he needs to suffer the ’Pleasure Penalty’ before being released."

They wore expressions of tender love as they embraced the beastman before turning and leaving. The pink butterflies fluttering around them added a touch of enigmatic brilliance.

The crowd exchanged looks, unsure whether to feel envious or pity.

After all, the ’Pleasure Penalty’ is a joy enveloped in pain, to put it simply:

For every man, it’s a hundred obstacles to conquer!

Overcome them, and all debts are forgiven. Fail, and... all debts are still forgiven.

Watching their retreating figures, Charles said solemnly: "These women belong to the Order of Joy, followers of the Mother Tree of Joy. They are also the law enforcement of Joy Street, known as the ’Sons of Joy,’ or ’Saintesses of Elysium.’ They are quite dangerous, but as long as you don’t provoke them, there won’t be any problems."

Gary nodded, observing their retreating figures, lost in thought. He had just triggered the first stage of the Eye of Truth and saw something different.

Those pink butterflies were actually root tendrils extending from the ground and connecting to the women.

Regarding the white cloth, it possessed some special power that blocked his inspection and gave him a sense of danger.

It seemed to conceal an unspeakable horror.

"Saintess of Elysium, huh..."

Thinking of this, Gary glanced at the distant rooftop where a purple Curse Crow fluttered its wings and flew away. A Shimmering Spider jumped out from underfoot, disappearing without a trace.

Then, they arrived at a shop with a pink signboard, and the landlady was a succubus. Her pink long hair cascaded down to the floor, beautiful beyond words. On her head were winding horns, wings folded up behind her, a heart-shaped tail swayed lazily. As for clothes...

What’s the point of clothes to a succubus? All they need is their hair for covering.

Just standing there, she could stir up the primal instincts of anyone.

The landlady’s eyes lit up with surprise at the sight of the pair, especially Gary Smith, who exceeded her expectations.

Even though she couldn’t probe for his spiritual essence, it was clear that the essence she could devour from him would be of high quality.

Even if they didn’t pay, she’d be willing to pay them!

However, as she prepared to approach them, she suddenly smelled a familiar and terrifying scent from Gary Smith.

It was like a beast’s mark, a sign of her own possession.

"This scent... pure-blooded succubus? No, no, it’s more majestic - it’s a royal clan! A royal clan has marked this human!"

The Succubus landlady looked terrified. Among the Abyssal Demons, the hierarchy is clear. As a succubus of slightly higher blood concentration, she dared not offend a pureblood Succubus. One slip could lead to being devoured, let alone a Succubus Princess.

That is a true royal bloodline, the existence of a Succubus ancestor. If she touches this human, she will be driven out by the entire succubus community, even pursued to death by the tribal mothers.

So she quickly made a decision. Just as Gary Smith and the others were about to approach, she immediately closed shop and put up a no-entrance sign.

Males are nice, but her own life is more important!

Thinking of this, she looked at the glass, and in her gaze towards Gary Smith, there was a trace of pity.

A human being targeted by the Succubus royal race would definitely be sucked dry and then ruthlessly abandoned.

But what she didn’t know was that two out of the current Succubus princesses were already considered a disgrace to the Succubus community.

As for Crimson Moon Dawn, the one considered the hope of the succubi by Lilith, she had not yet returned.

"What’s happening?"

Gary Smith and Charles Brown looked at each other. Wasn’t everything fine just a moment ago? Why did she suddenly close shop?

All they needed was legit soothing services, what’s there to be shy about, don’t they look like good guys?

Or was the place too crowded?

Where did this weak Succubus come from?

Really bringing shame to the race of the Succubi!

The two of them grumbled a few words, then moved on to the next "legit" shop, a female giant with eight arms, who stood a full ten meters tall. She said shyly:

"My place is legitimate..."

Seeing the fist that could easily crush them to death, Gary Smith and Charles Brown turned and left.

Suddenly felt... they’re not so straight-laced either,

Unregulated is pretty good too!

Besides, there was another shop that caught their eye, run by a human. The decor was pretty interesting as well.

The person said to the two:

"You have good taste. I’m not like the other women..."

So confident, this one must know her stuff!

Charles also found it interesting. Expertly he held out his palm for her to read his fortune, then asked in a deep, magnetic voice:

"What makes you different?"

She smiled subtly and said softly:

"I’m a man!"

"..."

In the end, the two didn’t continue to search. Though there might be more in the depth of Desire Street, it wasn’t about getting rejected three times in a row, but as decent individuals, they left in disgust at such low behaviour and headed to the Black Market instead.

Similar to the Black Market in the Abyss City, Joy Street’s Black Market is a bit more upscale. The merchandise is also more diverse. However, Morning Star Level materials aren’t abundant and are mostly listed at astronomical prices. It seemed the mutual aid trading fair was their best chance at finding good stuff.

However, the excursion was not without gains. Gary bought a substantial amount of suitable ingredients and purchased five kilograms of nether soil from the Netherworld Church, costing nearly four million sin coins.

But as he was about to leave, Gary was pulled aside by Little Spider and they both turned to look at a particular stall...