First Experience (1)

After wrapping up that whole ordeal, I headed out again to Morgana's cocktail bar on assignment.

A random thought crossed my mind. Learning any skill turns into an asset sooner or later.

Who could've guessed that my stint as a bartender would bring in this much profit?

"Bartender? Mix me one. Something with tomato juice. Extra tart!"

"Right away."

"I'll have the one from last time... the egg one. That was good."

"Yes, the Ramos Gin Fizz, right? I'll get it ready immediately."

I checked off the incoming orders one by one, whipping them up, and the tips piled up like mountains.

Are vampires all business types with fat wallets? The tips alone were generous.

Werewolves, on the other hand, might outnumber everyone else, but they seemed like bottom-feeders without much cash.

"You're working hard again today, huh? Looks good on you... Makes me wonder why I ever thought of using you as an informant. Forget that—making cocktails suits you way better."

It was a fantastic bonus that I could win over Morgana, my next target after Rasca Slovenia, like this. I'd keep closing the gap until I had her pinned beneath me someday.

"An important guest is coming later. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠You gotta take good care of her, got it?"

"A guest, you say..."

"The big shot who watches our backs while we do business. That lady's got a temper like you wouldn't believe. Mix her something tasty and put her in a good mood."

Probably that dark elf police chief I'd heard about before. I'd find out who soon enough.

I listened intently and tensed up. Felt like a lowly private with the division commander dropping by.

Moments later, the door swung open, and a woman who looked out of place in a bar strode in.

"You've arrived, Chief. We've been waiting."

The moment the door opened, the bar's chatter died down a beat late. No one dared speak carelessly.

Click, clack. Her high heels scraped the floor.

She moved slowly, with measured steps, as if the entire place were her office.

"Still hanging out in dives like this. Running a vampire joint won't do you any favors."

Her dark elf skin gleamed black against her long silver hair. Her golden eyes casually swept the room, already deciding who to acknowledge and who to ignore.

"Hm?"

Those eyes lingered on me for a moment.

"An imp. You hire this one recently?"

"Ah, he's a new employee. No need for the Chief to remember someone like him."

Her uniform screamed authority—crisp and proper, even if she was on the take. A black metal badge gleamed on her chest, but what really caught my eye was the thin obsidian ring on her finger. What did it mean?

Suddenly, the dark elf approached the counter, and Morgana bowed deeply.

"Is everything ready?"

"If you'll come this way, I can show you right away. Bartender, follow us to the back room."

Didn't seem like there was anything for me to do there. And as an outsider, was I even supposed to see this?

But Morgana's orders were absolute. Defying her in this place was as good as suicide.

"We've prepared something fitting for our Chief. Cash is just bulky and tacky, right?"

"Hm."

The VIP room in the back was stocked with food that could break a table and bottles of booze that screamed expensive.

"Instead of cash, we've got rubies—the jewels us vampires love most. They sparkle red, and the value's top-notch."

Instead, she picked up a crystal glass and slowly inhaled the aroma. A faint smile spread as the sweet scent tickled her nose.

"This city only keeps order when I'm watching it."

"Exactly. Without you, Chief, night-dwellers like us couldn't survive."

"Remembering that is your best quality."

That's when I finally got a good look at the dark elf's face, my tension easing just enough.

Her waist cinched in sharply, drawing the eye even without form-fitting clothes. The curve flowed naturally into firm hips.

And her legs.

Long and straight, peeking from her skirt hem. The line from thigh to knee to calf was smooth, sculpted without an ounce of excess. Her black skin reminded me of Latinos from my old world.

Hmm... like a Mexican model, maybe?

The total opposite of Morgana's vibe.

Though Morgana's breasts were bigger, of course.

"You didn't bring this imp just to wait on us, did you?"

"He's the mascot of our place. Calls himself the bartender."

My turn now. I grabbed the whiskey I'd prepped, mixed and shook it on the spot.

She watched my simple gestures with intrigued eyes as I crafted the drink.

The effect of my newly leveled-up skill was kicking in. Noxbell Seladrin—so that's her name.

She's suspicious of me. Time to show off and crush those doubts.

"Here you go."

"Mixing, shaking... what a weird mess. Honestly, it looks like pig or cow feed."

"Haha, everyone says that at first."

I knew my drinks were damn good. That's why they tipped big to drink them.

Noxbell kept her suspicious glare, staring me down with those golden eyes, then finally brought the glass to her lips.

Her reaction was just as expected. Eyes widened, and she downed it faster.

"Impressive... Now I get why a money-grubbing imp like you got hired here as bartender. With skills like that."

"I was shocked too. Who knew such a tiny guy had real talent?"

My real talent was the meat club hidden below. I'd show these two someday. Not too far off.

Ranks go up when you level up. That unlocks new skills and expands levels further.

I'd be capable of a ton more once that happened.

Of course, I'd need to absorb essence first.

"Hey?"

To snag more essence, I invaded Rasca's dream again.

She lay on the bed. Had she realized the lewd dream had started? Her face flushed red, eyes shaking wildly.

Probably confused and embarrassed by it all.

Same thoughts as yesterday. Suited ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her straightforward personality, just like her looks.

Not super efficient on Rasca, though. I let it slide.

"Your face says you want me to fuck you quick."

Rasca didn't answer. Invoking the right to remain silent? Too late for that.

Figured she'd clam up. Time for an experiment.

I whipped out my fully engorged cock from my pants.

Still massive. Rasca's eyes flicked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠straight down—clearly loving it.

"No need to show it so obviously. I'll fuck you with it eventually."

"Kuh..."

That's when her inner message shifted.

Thought she was straightforward? Guess not entirely. Whatever.

"Alright, Rasca. Same as yesterday."

"...Just suck it, right."

"Huh?"

Her werewolf eyes trembled.

"Suck it, and you fuck me with your dick."

One more step broken down.

At this rate, the day I'd shove it in wouldn't be far off.