Dispenser (4)
The point was this.
The twenty-two heroes. Most of them had gone into hiding or stepped back into the shadows, sucking honey without doing jack shit, and they wanted in on that too. So they invested in me.
And the reason they invested in me? Simply because they took a liking to me.
"...You expect me to believe that? Me?"
"But you told me to be honest, so I was honest. If you don't believe me..."
"...Then what?"
"What're you gonna do about it? If I say believe it, you believe it. Got no choice, right?"
This damn mother of mine?
But it was fact, so I couldn't say shit. Lilith just shrugged at my silence and continued.
"But it's really true, you know? Think about it. All your fellow hunters from back in the day retired, and you're the only one still grinding. How shitty would that feel?"
"That's why I told you to find a job with the longest possible retirement age, dumbass."
Her face crumpled at my retort.
But yeah, that's exactly how she'd think. While you're all holed up at home, tiptoeing around your kids, I'd be out doing my thing, making bank, and living it up. No doubt about it.
After all, kids' filial piety comes from money, and a cushy retirement does too.
Lilith stared at me for a long moment, then cleared her throat with a hem and straightened her expression. She spoke again.
"...Fine. What if those bastards are living large off massive government pensions they get every month?"
"Fucking thief bastards. No wonder the country's in this state—with all the crooks running around."
Only then did Lilith look satisfied.
"See? You'd think the same. So I wanna suck some honey too. Honestly, don't I deserve at least that much?"
"...Yeah, fair enough. If you wanna, go for it. So why're you still working?"
I couldn't wrap my head around it. A woman who handed out elixirs like yogurt—elixirs that cost over 1.5 billion just in materials. What the hell was she lacking? She could quit like the other twenty-two heroes, live off her pension, and call it a day.
She clicked her tongue at that.
"Those assholes all found successors. I couldn't. You saw them, right? The horny bitches with fire in their eyes the second you walked in."
"......"
Her words brought back those countless non-human women staring at me like they were licking me with their eyes.
Now that I knew what a dispenser was, it clicked. Their reason for being there was obvious.
And I nailed it.
"Know why those bitches were there? They're insane sluts in heat year-round, like bitches in perpetual rut. If I'd been even a little late, they'd have sucked you dry till you were a mummy."
"...For real?"
"Nah, not quite that bad. You weren't a dispenser yet then. But now? Different story. Curious? Go downstairs and check. If you look like you're about to die, I'll save your ass. Anyway, those are the real deal. They grind there day in, day out, week after week. The second they spot a clueless newbie dispenser, they pounce and drain him dry."
Like you chugged that elixir, she added. I glanced at the empty bottle—not a drop left, 'cause I hated wasting even one—and swallowed hard.
Lilith went on, eyeing me.
"The only reason those bitches hold back is me. They know if they fuck up, I'll grab 'em and rip their cunts to shreds. No more mind-blowing sex for a while after that. They hate that, so they behave. But... what do you think happens if I'm not around?"
Cold sweat trickled down my back as she casually dropped that terrifying line.
But I had to ask.
"So, what does that have to do with you and me retiring?"
"Told you. Without me, this place doesn't run right. And finding a successor ain't easy. Those grinders downstairs? Stronger than you think. Only ones who could control 'em are retired now, hugging their honey jars. Can't reach the bastards—too busy with their sweet lives. Even if I could, with their personalities, they wouldn't touch this shit."
So, she ranted on. As a succubus herself, she got the situation inside out. With her power to rein in the crazed sluts, she couldn't retire. I listened to her vent for a good long while.
She had a lot pent up.
"That's when I thought of it. At this rate, I'd work forever. To retire, I need someone to dump all my shit on. But no suitable candidates, so fuck it—I'll make my own successor. And then I met..."
"Me?"
"Yeah. Quick on the uptake."
I got the gist.
But understanding didn't mean I bought it.
"...So why me?"
Lilith giggled.
"How many times I gotta say it? I like you."
"Don't dodge with vague bullshit. Gimme the real reason."
Like I was some crown prince from another dimension or what?
But that hope shattered.
Shrugging, she uncrossed her legs the other way—flashing her pussy again—and my pervert mom Lilith spoke.
"If I had to say... it's the eyes. The trigger was a misjudgment, but it worked out, so I'm satisfied. Personality's ballsy too—calling me 'mom' right off the bat? Liked that."
"...My eyes? What about 'em?"
"Eyes dead serious about your life. Won't drop your pride even staring death down. In a do-or-die spot, you glared at me with that burning will to live."
She beamed.
"Guys with eyes like that? Two paths. Thrash around till they drop dead... or survive and get what they want."
She stretched her foot toward me.
Her toe touched my chin.
"So, which are you?"
Of course, that gave me a full view of her pussy. But whatever. No, more like tempting me, grinning as she watched. I opened my mouth.
"Get what I want... whatever that is?"
"Yeah. Most croak, but the survivors? They did."
"If I turn out like you say, and you retire... even if I ask for all your fortune?"
"Kinda modest. Sure. The pension's more than I can spend anyway. But that all you want?"
She licked her lips.
"Said anything, right?"
"...You're still my mom, though?"
"No blood between us."
True.
But...
"...Still, non-virgin's a bit much."
If I inherited her fortune like she said, I'd ditch the dispenser gig, marry a pretty virgin who loves only me, pop her cherry, and live sweet. Not play filial fire to a cranky foster mom with a twisted personality.
Especially not the succubus queen called empress of lust demons.
"......"
She froze at my words, face hardening as she stared.
"...You mad?"
But facts are facts.
I didn't hate non-virgins per se—instinct just preferred virgins.
"...Hey."
Her low mutter was too quiet.
"Yeah?"
"I'm a virgin, you fucking asshole."
Saying that, she kicked my face.
"Ow."
I stared at her, dazed from the straight kick.
Still pissed, face stiff, but I had to speak up—this was bullshit.
"Mom, you're a succubus, right?"
"Yeah. So?"
"And crazy strong."
"Yeah. And?"
Logically flawless, confirmed from her mouth. I pressed.
"How the fuck are you a virgin?"
"'Cause I haven't done it, you fucking asshole."
Kicked again.
First and second were real kicks from Lilith? My head would've parted from my body. But both hurt without killing. Still, no desire for a third.
"...Assuming you're a virgin."
Her eyebrow twitched. Still in bounds, apparently. I relaxed and continued.
"Doesn't add up. Virgin succubus? No such thing."
Details fuzzy, but succubi got stronger the more they fucked. Racial trait: level drain.
Not yanking whole levels like some game, but siphoning a tiny bit of power from partners. That's succubi.
And Lilith? Top-tier among them, one of the twenty-two heroes.
How's she a virgin?
Dunno her exact strength, but that level? Hundreds of partners, not sessions.
How's that a virgin?
A strong succubus like her being virgin? Like saying she fucked but stayed virgin.
I eyed her skeptically. She sighed.
"Complicated story... Anyway, I am a virgin. Bullshit again, and next kick's no mercy. Behave."
No intention to explain. What could I do? Bend.
"Fine, skipping that..."
I rubbed my stinging cheek.
"Dispenser gig's cool, but at this rate, your 1.5 billion investment gets squeezed out in six months. Got a plan?"
Still plain human, elixirs or not.
"No plan, and you'd croak before retirement. Then I'd be burying my son."
"Think this place runs without countermeasures? Obviously got 'em."
She snapped her fingers.
A bracelet appeared on my arm with a soft slither.
"With that, they can squeeze you till death's door, but not over. Don't worry."
"...That's it?"
"Nah, more. That's standard for all dispensers."
Connections matter.
I approached as she beckoned.
She placed her hand on my stomach.
"Might sting a bit. Bear it."
What're you—? Gut-twisting agony cut me off. I gasped.
This is "a bit"?
Fuck... my... mom...
Grinding my teeth through it, a flashy pattern bloomed on my stomach.
Pain vanished like a lie.
But just the pattern. No other changes.
"...What'd you do?"
Couldn't hold back. Lilith grinned.
"Curious?"
Like a kid bragging a prank, she traced the pattern.
"Succubus-only ability. Tweaked it for you."
"Succubus-only?"
"Yeah. You know it well."
Something only succubi used that I knew...
"...Level drain?"
She nodded.
"Added extras, but yeah, core's that."
Level drain.
Bluntly: fuck more, get stronger. And I got it?
"Jackpot, then."
Pattern's gaudy as hell—minor flaw—but for level drain? Bargain.
"What's the bracelet for, then?"
"Oh, that. Hmm... what to call it? Try using it yourself—easier to see."
Use it?
Looks like a plain bracelet. Some artifact?
"How?"
She laughed.
"C'mon, my son. Repeat after me."
Like teaching a toddler first words, enunciating clearly:
"Jot. Tae. Chang."