Chapter 77. Still Not Satisfied (2)
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?"
Just as I was about to expose my breasts, a meddler's voice interrupted from behind me.
"What were you trying to make our employee do? Want to get kicked out?"
"Eh, what's the fuss about, Owner-nim? I was just gonna give this sweet girl some pocket money since she's working so hard."
"I've told you countless times-this isn't a brothel, you trashy bastard. If you lay another hand on our employee, I warned you'd be blacklisted."
The Owner stood with his sleeves rolled up, revealing muscular arms covered in scars, his face menacing. Behind him, another female employee peeked out, trembling with fear.
Judging by this, the man harassing me was a repeat offender. The employee hiding behind the Owner had likely been victimized before and called him over to protect me from the same fate.
While I appreciated the concern... Damn it, they interrupted right when I was about to begin...!
That was my prey! My pleasure!
"Triae-ssi, come here quickly...!"
At that moment, the female employee behind the Owner gestured urgently toward me.
Her genuinely worried expression left me no choice but to retreat to their side.
If I aroused suspicion now, I'd get kicked out without money or Vital Energy. I needed to steer this situation carefully.
"You must've been terrified, right? It's okay now. That customer you were dealing with-two employees already quit because of him. He sexually harasses staff during work hours, stalks them after closing... Rumor says some organization backs him, so he acts like a total menace."
If he truly had powerful connections, he wouldn't keep getting kicked out for harassing employees at a simple tavern. Unless his hobby was publicly humiliating women.
A trashy hedonist who wastes today without thinking of tomorrow-the perfect toy to play with before discarding.
Such scum often overstep boundaries, paving the way for others to act foolishly too.
"Um, Owner-nim...?"
"I'll handle this, so stay back. Even as a part-timer, you're still our employee. I won't tolerate anyone messing with my staff."
"No, it's... a misunderstanding. Nothing happened. This customer just wanted to tip me."
"You don't need to defend him. I won't penalize you, so don't worry."
"Really, it's fine! I... I needed money and pressured the customer. Could you... let this slide?"
My pity-inducing plea made the Owner agonize over how to handle me and the troublesome customer.
Middle-aged men like him tend to soften toward younger women resembling daughters-especially kind-hearted ones.
I felt guilty making this good man play the villain, but boosting his sales before leaving would repay him enough.
"...No penetration. No rough acts. Stop immediately if she says no, and pay the promised tip without fail. Break one rule, and you're banned."
"Got it, got it. Hehehe... I'll enjoy myself quietly and leave."
"Thank you, Owner-nim..."
No tavern owner-no matter how kind-would shoulder a stranger's livelihood. He abandoned some morals while clinging to the bare minimum, consoling himself that he'd done his best.
Though my succubus charm influenced his choice, what did it matter?
The Owner turned and left. The female employee glanced between him and me before realizing she couldn't intervene and trudged back to work with a heavy heart.
"Now, sweetheart. No more interruptions... Kehehe..."
"...You must pay me."
"Sure, sure. Let's finish what we started."
True to his vulgar nature, the troublesome customer resumed groping me without hesitation.
When I loosened my tight clothes to free my ample breasts, awed gasps erupted from nearby patrons.
"Oooh...!"
"Gulp, never seen ones that big..."
"Hehehe, watch closely, everyone. I'll taste them first..."
His rough hands grabbed each breast, kneading slowly.
Shocked by the supreme female flesh, he drooled while frantically fondling the addictive softness.
His eyes bulged like a drug addict's, snorting like an enraged bull as he openly displayed his arousal.
When he leaned in close enough to bury his face, I shoved him back and snatched the money on the table.
"That's enough...! Thanks for the tip."
"Hey! I didn't get my fun yet!"
"The rule was until I say stop. Want more...? Pay more."
"Tch... Damn it!"
Had he started with small amounts and gradually paid for escalating acts, he could've enjoyed more for the same price. Realizing his mistake of overpaying upfront, he stormed out angrily.
I straightened my clothes and resumed work as if nothing happened. But only one thought filled every patron's mind:
'If you pay enough, you can do whatever you want with that woman!'
Afterward, customers stopped mere teasing and instead paid tips to get their hands on me.
"Miss, over here."
"Yes, ready to order?"
"...I'll tip you. Can I touch your body?"
"...Yes."
Those paying mere copper coins only dared touch my arms, waist, thighs, breasts, or buttocks lightly.
Bigger spenders didn't stop at touching me-they demanded I touch them too.
Justifying it as paid consent, they grew bolder with higher payments.
"Miss... need money?"
"Uh... silver coins..."
"Sit beside me. Use those pretty hands... to stroke my thing. I'll give you this. Deal?"
"...♥"
Playing a cash-starved employee unable to refuse, I gladly fulfilled all requests.
-Rub rub♥
-Squelch squelch♥
As I stroked him, the customer leaked Cooper's Fluid, trembling lewdly.
Gripping his shaft and pumping up and down soon brought him to the edge.
"Ugh... I'm cumming...!"
-Splurt! Sploosh!
When his climax neared, I squeezed the glans tightly, filling my palm with thick semen rich in Vital Energy.
Did he plan to impregnate my hand...? Not wasting a drop, I licked it up and swallowed.
"Gulp, yum♥ Delicious...♥"
"Ooh...! Miss, your hand skills are amazing...! Plus swallowing my cum... Here's the promised tip. Take this extra as thanks."
"Thank you, sir. Hehe...♥"
Impressed by my "dedicated service," he happily added more to the tip.
As I finished with him, another customer urgently called from across the room.
"Miss, here too!"
"Ah, yes!"
"I'll tip...! Let me taste those breasts!"
He shoved silver coins into my hand and yanked my top open before I could answer, burying his face.
"Ah, sir...! Ngh, slow down...!"
"Slurp, mmm. Suck suck... Huh...? This is..."
His eyes widened as if tasting divine nectar before he suckled frantically like a starved piglet.
"Milk...! You're lactating...! And... so tasty! Uoooh!"
"Ahn♥ Hng♥ Just... my constitution...♥"
"Oooh...! Ooooooh!"
After prolonged suckling, he suddenly pulled away, clutched his crotch, and bolted to the restroom.
Tasting a succubus's breast milk probably made his cock feel ready to explode. He's likely jerking off like a crazed monkey right now. Kukuku.
"Hey, miss! Me next! Take my order!"
While I chuckled inwardly, a new customer summoned me, and I scurried over.
"That earlier thing... breast milk, right?"
"Huh? Oh, yes..."
"...Could you let me drink some? It's... my preference."
Saying this, he placed a beer mug alongside a whole gold coin.
How enviable-people who spend freely on their fetishes...
I immediately squeezed my breasts like a cow, filling half the mug.
The customer joyfully gulped it down in one go before sprinting to the restroom with an erection threatening to tear through his pants.
Many more customers tipped to satisfy their desires afterward.
Patrons kept ordering drinks to linger and glimpse me, multiplying the tavern's revenue. The Owner smiled broadly while frantically preparing food and drinks.
The worried female employee initially fretted over me but eventually grew intoxicated by my activities, circling me while emanating a female scent.
Thus, I concluded my first tavern shift with hefty earnings.
Though the process was decadent, humans often seek pleasure this way.
Having fulfilled my demonic duties, the gods can guide these sin-indulgent souls.