I Became a Male Prostitute Exclusively for This Race. 66

Chapter 66 – Emoji (2)

“Kwaaaaah?!”

The pink-haired goat boy sat down when he saw me suddenly appear in front of him.

When I heard that the baby like the huga forgive this goat, which even had a bridge, it was really like it.

Even when I said I was the owner of this bitch and everything, it was hard to understand what kind of bullshit that was.

Still, this goat boy can be said to be an acquaintance of this guy.

I opened my mouth as I saw the goat girl trembling and clutching the hem of the apron she was wearing.

“Hey.”

“Yes, four…!”

“That guy… Tell me right now when was the last time you saw that guy Hanzo.”

“Yes? Joo, no… Brother?”

“Damn my brother, I know how old you are, you fucking bitch?”

I didn’t like it when a bitch who was twice as old as Hanzo flirted with me and called me oppa.

I couldn’t understand his behavior, why he was so considerate to the bitch who had been such a dick to Ji in the first place.

Such a brat.

A bastard whose spine will one day be eaten away.

While I was cursing the stupid guy in my mind, the goat boy hesitated before opening his mouth.

“Say, satyrs live several times longer than humans, so if you put it that way…”

This fucking bitch.

I will only answer when asked.

“Stop fucking answering me. “When did you see it?”

“Well, since I bought the dumplings a few days ago…”

I gritted my teeth as the goat-year-old hesitantly answered, “I’ve never seen it before.”

Does this mean that this goat year has never seen Hanzo since that day?

Therefore…

From that day on, I stopped rushing to work every day, and I never stopped by the supermarket where I used to shop every day.

During that time, I never came home even once.

Well, it just disappeared.

“Hi!”

The goat bitch hiccupped and looked up at me.

He said looking down at the bitch.

“…If you lied to me… I won’t let you go then.”

“Well, it’s not a lie! Um, but Hanzo… No, why did you call the master Lilith…?”

“…”

Come to think of it, I didn’t know what kind of relationship this goat bitch had with me and Hanzo.

It was as if cold water had been poured over the words of the Year of the Goat, and his head became cold.

But that was just for a moment. I was told not to call him oppa, but seeing the goat-bitch calling me master made me feel jealous.

Because these were words that men, including my brother and my master, could not use freely.

I felt like shit when I thought about walking around the streets, fawning over a guy who didn’t even know how many people he had fucked.

Isn’t that why he acted like such a brat because this goat bitch is like this?

But…

But what more can I say?

Even if I… Reveal to this goat bitch that I am Hanzo’s adoptive mother, what does that give me the right to do to this goat bitch?

“Tsk.”

I clicked my tongue without realizing it, and the goat boy looked at me and shrugged his shoulders.

“Heehee…!”

I spoke to the goat boy who was making strange, ungainly noises.

“Anyway… You. “If you see him, report it to me.”

“Yes?”

Looking at the puzzled goat boy, he gritted his teeth and said.

“Report to me, are your ears blocked? Do you want me to hear you clearly? Huh?”

“Oh, no! It’s not blocked…! “But how…?”

Lilith, remembering that she had smashed her smartphone while trying to give her number, clicked her tongue and handed another one to the goat boy.

“This…?”

“You can contact me there.”

The news would reach me across a bridge, but it would still reach me anyway.

After giving Murry’s number to the goat boy, he snapped his fingers again.

If this goat bitch didn’t know, he could just ask the other guys.

Ailee…

Mew mung mung…

Agate…

Merry…

The bitches who had relationships with him.

While he was working as a dispenser, he visited the women he had embraced, but none of them had ever seen Hanzo.

A few people even asked me where Hanzo had gone when I asked about his whereabouts.

It was unpleasant.

I was displeased with all of them, as if they were all part of Hanzo, and worried that something had happened since I couldn’t see them these days.

What on earth are they saying about a topic where the relationship was only between the dispenser and the customer?

No…

Why did something like this make me feel so bad in the first place?

“Whoa…”

Calm down, Lilith.

Nothing good comes from being excited, so… I haven’t found everything yet.

…But what if you can’t find it anywhere?

Then…

No, that won’t happen.

While thinking that, I snapped my fingers again.

“…”

Does not exist.

There is no trace of Hanzo anywhere, let alone a single person who knows his whereabouts.

Now I had to admit it.

That the Lamia kidnapped Dispenser and this incident were all planned by some bastard.

Regardless of whether I had a grudge or a grudge against the twenty-two-year-old hero, I had to admit that it was designed to target me… Hanzo.

“Under.”

Where did the information come from?

There are not many people who know about my relationship with Hanzo.

Except for cases like Ariad and Hoaran, there are almost none.

If not…

“Is it because of the energy I left behind?”

I couldn’t say there was no possibility at all.

If the bastard who tried to fuck me in the first place happened to find Hanzo walking around with my energy…

If that’s the case.

Even if I were that bastard, I would have shown interest in Hanzo.

I remembered the dispenser who had been kidnapped by Lamia, shackled, mentally broken and dazed.

If the reason is resentment.

So, if Hanzo was kidnapped…

In that case, it wouldn’t be surprising if I ended up in worse trouble than the dispenser whose name I didn’t know.

No, from then until now… Seeing as there has been no contact whatsoever with me.

Already…

Haha.”

I shouldn’t have gone then.

I just… Should have asked the kids below to take care of it.

Because he didn’t do that, Hanzo disappeared.

Mine–it was taken away.

I see

I feel like this is being taken away.

From her birth, she was a queen who reigned over the succubi in a world where the succubus race reigned as the ruler race.

She became stronger just by breathing, and even when she stayed still, she was full of people who gave me energy or pledged loyalty.

That’s why there hasn’t been a single person who has ever dared to take something from me.

However.

It was taken away.

Hanzo, whom I adopted as my son.

Yes, that was belittling.

Me.

You looked down on me to the point where you thought about taking what was mine.

Suuuuup.

I took a breath.

I felt the mana around me being fully absorbed into me.

Succubus Queen.

A being born to be the ruler of the succubi.

A succubus among succubi that absorbs the life force, mana, and essence of those around them just by breathing.

I had several nicknames.

Empress.

Predators of predators.

And, Dimensional Devourer.

On one level, a naturally born transcendental species.

I was an irregular of the dimension born from the beginning, throwing away limitations.

A succubus born alone, without even parents, with a power that far exceeds that of existing succubi.

A being created by a world, a dimension, tearing itself apart.

That was my existence.

Although I was born as a race called a succubus, I was essentially born as a being that ate everything in the dimension.

That’s why I sealed myself.

As my power grew stronger day by day, and as I continued to grow, the mana and vitality around me consumed more and more every day, and I thought that if I left it like this, it would one day eat up everything in the world.

When I was still young, I began to unravel the powers that had been sealed in stages.

As the seal was released, the body began to change.

Horns grew, and the skin began to turn blue.

Sharp nails extended out, and the mana surrounding my body burned.

Blue flame.

The flames soon began to change into armor that clung to my body.

“Haaaaa…”

As if something that was tight had been released, strength surged throughout my body.

Horns that are several times higher than usual, skin that has turned bluish, and nails that are sharply extended…

The eyes were probably also stained black.

Everything is black, except for the pupils, which are red like blood, which I don’t like.

When I was young, I hated how different my appearance was from the succubi around me.

Rather than a succubus, it would have turned into something closer to a devil.

So, if possible, I didn’t want anyone to see it.

It also looks ugly.

However, I felt as strong a force throughout my body as the seal I had released.

No, even at this moment, I felt that I was getting stronger.

Even at this very moment, I was becoming stronger by absorbing the life force and energy of the millions of people in this city.

Even though I didn’t really want to, I was irritated by my body becoming stronger by sucking up other people’s life force on its own.

Anger soared toward Hanzo, who made him look like this in the first place, and toward the fucking bastard who took Hanzo like that.

“I don’t know what kind of fucking bastard he is…”

I showed my spirit again.

A feeling of energy covered every city on this peninsula, which was several times larger than the original world.

But, there was still no guy.

In that case, it was enough to expand it further.

“I’ll tear it in half.”

If I had harmed that guy, then… If anything had happened to him.

I swore that I would tear it apart forever by making it so that it could never die.

“…Found.”

Surprisingly, Hanzo’s traces were nearby.

Traces of Hanzo that I could not detect before, but only now that my senses have become several times more sensitive.

I snapped my fingers to expand space movement to where the trace was.

And, we arrived at the top of the building.

“What the fuck?”

Why is that guy here… No, the guy who kidnapped Hanzo might have dragged him here.

Surprisingly, I arrived at the top of the building, but soon I came to my senses and looked for traces of Hanzo.

Narrow your senses.

Instead of becoming narrower, I searched the surroundings with a sharper sense.

And…

“A large-scale spell… And a fairly high-level spell…”

As time passed, traces of spells that had almost disappeared were found.

A spell that bites people.

A spell that attracts people.

There are many other types of magic… Is this blood magic?

Traces of even magic banned by the world government were discovered.

Traces of blood-based magic, mainly used by damn mosquitoes.

There’s even a spell to turn back time.

The last one, the spell to turn back time, was a spell that could only be performed by a hero-level great shaman of Hoaran’s level, or even dozens of high-ranking shamans.

It was also a spell with such powerful power.

In the war against the mosquitoes, the sight of Hoaran stopping the large-scale blood magic that had been unleashed by sacrificing over 100,000 slaves by turning back time was a sight I can’t forget even now.

Anyway, I bit my lip at the traces of such a spell.

But, it was fortunate.

If they had used this level of magic to kidnap her, then they wouldn’t have done anything about her life right away.

And…

“Fuck…”

We also found traces of a spell that had opened a door to somewhere, but even when we looked back at the mana left in the traces, too much time had passed and there were no exact coordinates left.

It may be magic, but I didn’t have the ability to find out where the coordinates of the door opened by magic were heading.

“…Hoaran.”

I don’t know if it’s Hoaran, the great sorcerer.

“Hey, really…”

I asked Hoaran, with whom I had a fight over Hanzo’s business, to ask him a favor.

However, I couldn’t help it.

Hoaran too… I will help Hanzo with anything.

Since I was in a position to ask for a favor, I couldn’t just space-travel to the Fox Forest, which was Hoaran’s territory.

Although it was urgent… I had no choice.

Okay, I spread my wings.

Three pairs of huge wings spread out as if to cover the sky.

Waving its wings, it began to fly towards the fox forest where Hoaran would be.