Chapter 38: Caught Hosting a Naughty Party!

Rita’s Explanation

“I was just curious because everyone else was drunk, but I was still clear-headed. Plus, that succubus from a few days ago pinned her deeds on me, which made me mad. So, I asked that info broker, Valphis, if she had any leads on succubi, wanting to investigate myself.”

Rita followed Cecilia, her tone serious as she recounted her fabricated journey.

“Valphis told me about a brothel in the city where a succubus might be hiding, so I decided to check it out. I had no proof, so of course, I went as a customer to gather intel!”

This story was pure invention, crafted from last night’s experience to fit her narrative. Cecilia couldn’t confront Valphis, so Rita could say whatever she wanted.

“Then what did you find?” Cecilia asked.

“Well…”

Into the Orange Night

Crossing a quiet alley, Rita reached the brothel called Orange Night.

“Miss, do you have a reservation?”

A bunny-girl attendant greeted Rita with a warm, unservile smile, her soft voice like biting into a creamy daifuku.

So full of charm, in every sense.

Compared to the attendant’s outfit, Rita’s cloak felt shabby. Nervous for her first time, she stammered, “Uh… n-no.”

Reservations? Damn you, Valphis, recommending a place like this!

The bunny girl didn’t mind Rita’s attire or stuttering. “First time here, miss?”

“Y-yeah.” Rita lowered her head, embarrassed, the bunny girl’s allure making her shyer.

“Entry’s just five gold coins. Interested in a look?” The bunny girl’s smile seemed to banish Rita’s inner darkness.

So dazzling! How could someone dressed so provocatively smile so brightly?

Impossible to refuse!

“N-no problem.” Rita pulled out five gold coins, resisting the crude urge to tuck them into the bunny girl’s cleavage, and placed them in her hand.

“Let me show you around~” The bunny girl’s smile widened, hooking Rita’s arm between her own “bunnies” and leading her inside.

“This is the front desk. You’ll get your guest token here.” The bunny girl took a magical bracelet from a cat-eared receptionist and fastened it on Rita’s wrist.

“With this, you can freely enjoy the lounge—performances, food, drinks, the bath area, and public booths. Upgrade your membership for more perks.”

Onstage, dancers performed seductive routines. Nearby, girls cuddled on sofas. More bunny girls carried trays of food, weaving through. The attendant guided Rita, explaining.

“These are free, but rooms, premium drinks, or special services cost extra. Our staff wear anklets. If you fancy someone, take them boldly—we’re upfront about prices, though tips are appreciated.”

She jingled her anklet’s bell. “Oh, and first-timers can try our special massage. It’ll relax you everywhere.”

Amazing! Nothing like the black market!

Sorry, Valphis, I misjudged you—you’re my true sister!

“This is the guest room area. You must be tired, miss. Want to book a room to rest?” The bunny girl stopped, winking suggestively, her intent clear, fueling Rita’s urge to whisk her away for a feast.

A Familiar Scent

A peculiar scent snapped Rita out of her daze.

Perfume from the girls, incense in the corridors, and indescribable odors mingled, but one distinct scent stood out.

It was… like her own?

No, not hers, but a similar aura she could emit.

The faint pink charm of a succubus—unmistakable to Rita, a succubus herself.

Its presence here meant one thing.

Eat? When the hidden enemy’s right here?

“Thanks for the tour. I’d like to explore alone, okay?” Rita handed over five more gold coins.

The bunny girl pouted, reluctant. “If you need me, call, okay?”

Dismissing her, Rita followed the scent down the corridor.

The rooms were well-soundproofed, but ajar doors let out occasional heart-racing sounds, mere noise to the focused Rita.

Halfway down, she sniffed again, pinpointing the scent to a room.

Ears perked, Rita pressed one to the door, listening.

Silence. Despite stray suggestive sounds, this room was dead quiet.

Unconvinced, she leaned closer, and the door creaked open a sliver.

Unlocked?

Rita ducked aside, waiting, but no one emerged.

The scent grew stronger.

In hindsight, her next move was reckless, but instinct took over.

Cautiously, Rita pushed the door open, slipping inside to see what was happening.

Luckily, no one saw her enter.

But the room wasn’t empty—far from it.

Three people: one sprawled on the bed, one kneeling on the floor, one flat on the table, all unconscious. Scattered clothes and bed marks told the story.

One glance confirmed they were victims.

Three at once? Enviable… no, outrageous!

Then…

Rita noticed their accessories, frowning.

The girl on the bed wore an anklet, marking her as staff.

The other two, oddly, wore bracelets identical to Rita’s.

The Report Concluded

Rita finished her account, summing up. “I noticed something off and ran out. So, there were at least three victims—two guests and one brothel girl.”