The System In My Head

Succubi is real?

"Succubi is real?!?" When Ben read the system screen, his eyes popped out, but when he saw the seductive dungeon master, they almost flew out of his head.

Long black leather boots with four-inch heels end in thick, smooth thighs...

Tight short black dress with oval breast piece showing deep cleavage...

The beautiful wavy red hair dangling on her shoulders and arms made the white skin sparkle ...

Seeing the change in music, her proud bright green eyes swung a sharp gaze at the DJ booth... A second later, the music suddenly cut off Ariana Grande's song...

The dungeon master scanned the surroundings of the room to look for something. Moments later, he turned around and walked back up the stairs, revealing his large, curved back. All the men in the room gulped...

As he disappears up the stairs, various thoughts spin in Ben's mind. 'Hidden lineage ... Is this why the system recognizes Domina as a dungeon? ... There's a bigger problem. If the system is not playful, this means that there is a hidden supernatural depth in this world...'

He had seen unusual things like cultivation pills and magic items, but thought the system created them then added false knowledge to the flavor. However, when Ben asked now, the system confirmed that the character info for the dungeon master was genuine, albeit nothing more. 'It seems like the world is not that simple...'

Ben stared into space as he pondered the serious consequences. 'Can I fuck some elves and beastkin?'

...

He shook his head. 'No problem .. I don't have time to worry about this. First, let's see if I can get to that second floor.' He walked up to the stairs but was obstructed by the dungeon guards who looked like Pit Bull humans. He tells Ben that upstairs is just for a private party.

'Damn cerberus...This is why Pit Bull is banned in 12 countries...' Ben turned around disappointed. As he did so, he looked at the smoking section and remembered he still had a pack of lucky cigarettes. "I should try it." Pushing his way through the crowd, he walked into the outer area.

Arriving outside, Ben breathed fresh air. Even with traces of cigarette smoke, it was a welcome change in a stuffy bar. After his last visit here, Ben realized that the smoking section was a great place to meet women because you could open it by asking for lights. Girls can also open it the same way. Another positive thing is that it is easier to hear each other compared to the noisy areas inside.

Looking around the smoking area, Ben noticed there were only a few people and no attractive girls. So he took out his Fortune Clove Cigarette, put one in his mouth, and lit it, hoping it would bring about a change.

Not a minute later, he heard a familiar voice by his side.

"Hey baby, do you have any lights?"

Ben's ears twitched. 'Cannot be...' He turned.

There's that...Lia, the provocative white haired beauty who asked the same question last week.

Ben glanced at his cigarette that was almost gone. 'I've called prostitute-kun...'

He giggled with a jerky movement. "That's you..."

[Current target attraction level: interested (+2 bonus drunk)]

[Current target comfort level: familiar (+2 bonus drunk)]

Ben's eyes sparkled. 'God bless you kretek cigarettes!' He pulled out a match and lit his cigarette, then lit another lucky clove for himself and grinned. "It's me..."

Lia grinned and tilted her head in a seductive style, as she liked, and they started chatting.

Ben was excited. 'He's drunk! My chance! Can't blame me ... I just followed the cliche steps of my ancestors! This was a plot where I slept with a powerful beauty as she put herself to bed with an aphrodisiac. In this world-a booze shot...'

Just when things are going well...

"Excusee mee.." A man's rude voice came from their side.

Ben turned his head and saw another familiar face. 'What does this bastard want?'

That's a bad DJ...

Black men's ponchos, black gaucho hats, cowboy boots, and blue circular glasses all blend in the unique style of a 20s man with this chin-length black hair.

Ben squinted his eyes. 'That hateful smile told me everything I needed to know ... This guy is here to trap ...'

The DJ sniffed the air several times. Then he glanced at Ben's cigarette which emitted a dark green smoke. DJ's eyes sparkled and his smile widened. "That's some mannn cigs...Can I borrow one?"

Ben's eyes were wide. 'Borrowing? ...F* ck this person. Does he want to get a brand shot? ...Like I'm gonna give him a magic cigarette.' Then Ben saw Lia observing them.and his heart fell. 'Not good... He knew I had more cigarettes. If I say no, it might make me look cheap and petty ... This cunning DJ made***** I was beheaded ...'

After a few seconds of mental struggle, Ben took out a pack of his cigarettes. With slow movements like two brains controlling his arms in opposition, he took out a lucky cigarette and handed it to the DJ. Ben felt like his heart was being torn to pieces...

DJ held the clove, closed his eyes, and sniffed it gently and slowly like a Cuban cigar.

Ben furrowed his brows. 'Can he say that this cigarette is a treasure?'

With a satisfied expression, DJ nodded to himself. "I've never seen this brand. Niyice..." Then he pinched the cigarette on the top of his ear. He looked at Ben, lowered his chin, and spread a smile wider than before. "I really like this. Can I... have another one?"

...

"THIS MOM*CKER!" Seeing Lia still watching them, Ben wanted to kill this evil blackmailer!