Succubi Chapter 243. Wines and Snacks II

Succubi Chapter 243. Wines and Snacks II

Val stared at me.

Then smiled in a way that made me feel poor in six different languages.

“Oh please,” she said. “We don’t.”

Rude.

Accurate.

Painful.

Sera yawned, rubbing one eye with the sleeve of her uniform like she was barely present in her own body. “Obligatory mission.”

“Team mission,” Rivy added, sounding far too happy about whatever violence had happened.

Sera leaned slightly against the wall. “I should just hack the academy system and make myself straight A.”

Val sighed. “Straight A without participating in field missions is impossible.”

Sera’s expression became deeply offended, though it was hard to tell because her face remained sleepy. “Academy is unreasonable.”

“You say that because you want academic victory without walking.”

“Mhm.”

Rivy cracked her knuckles with a grin. “And I needed good targets to punch off.”

“Punch off?” I repeated.

She shrugged. “Their heads stayed on.”

“That doesn’t make the phrase better.”

“It makes it legal.”

Val’s eyes drifted down to my hand.

The wine box.

Her expression changed immediately.

Not dramatic. Not greedy.

Worse.

Interested.

“I spot a good item in Evan’s hand,” she said. “Looks luxurious.”

I hugged the box slightly closer by instinct. “It’s a box. How do you know it’s expensive?” I asked. “It’s literally wrapped.”

Val smiled. The kind of smile Greed succubi probably used before auctioning your soul with a service fee. “I can detect expensive things.”

I stared at her. “You mean like… a skill?”

“A lifestyle.”

“That’s worse.”

She stepped closer, eyes gleaming. “The wrapping alone is high-grade. Not academy gift shop quality. Noble-house packaging. Thick material, custom ribbon, subtle emblem hidden in the texture. Whoever gave it to you wanted it to look discreet but not cheap.”

I slowly looked down at the box. Then back at her. “You got all that from looking?”

“Yes.”

“You’re terrifying.”

“Thank you.”

Rivy leaned closer too, sniffing once. “What is it?”

“Wine,” I said.

All three looked at me.

Even Sera’s eyes opened a little more.

“I got wines from the client.”

Val’s smile sharpened. “Wine?”

“Two bottles.”

Rivy pointed at the box. “Are you gonna sell it?”

I immediately looked offended. “No.”

“Why not? You love money.”

“I love money, yes. But I also understand offerings.”

Sera yawned. “Offering to who?”

“For Lilith.”

The moment I said that, all three reacted differently.

Val smiled like she had confirmed a market trend.

Rivy grinned like she smelled teasing blood.

Sera blinked slowly, then murmured, “Good boy offering tribute.”

I pointed at her. “Don’t say it like that.”

Rivy laughed and wiped the blood from her cheek with her thumb. “Look at him. Came back from mission with wine for dorm mother. Cute.”

“It’s practical.”

I looked at the box again.

Two bottles.

One for Lilith.

One…

My eyes moved between Rivy, Sera, and Val.

They all looked tired in their own ways. Rivy’s energy was still high, but there was stiffness in her shoulder. Val’s uniform had a tear near the sleeve, though she wore it like an accessory. Sera looked like she might fall asleep standing, which was normal, but the faint dried blood near her temple made my chest tighten again despite knowing it wasn’t hers.

I sighed. “How about this?”

Val’s eyes brightened. “A proposal?”

“One bottle for Lilith. The other…” I lifted the box slightly. “We drink together while eating snacks.”

Then Rivy’s grin turned feral. “Now you’re talking.”

Sera’s tentacles appeared from behind her like sleepy snakes waking up because someone said snacks.

“Mhm. Good idea.”

Val tapped her finger against her chin. “Luxury wine shared casually after field missions. High emotional value. Good bonding investment.”

“Please don’t price the bonding.”

“I already did.”

Rivy slung an arm around my shoulders, careless and warm, pulling me slightly down because she was stronger than she looked. The blood on her cheek gave her grin a darker edge, like she had walked out of violence and decided the best aftercare was alcohol and bullying.

“Come on, rich mission boy. Tell us what kind of client gives you wine.”

“Harmless client.”

Val laughed softly. “No client who gives boxed noble wine is harmless.”

Sera shuffled closer on my other side, eyes half-lidded. “Was she pretty?”

I paused.

Too long.

Rivy’s arm tightened.

Val’s smile became lethal.

Sera’s tentacles lifted.

Ah… Mistake.

“She?” Val asked smoothly.

“I didn’t say she.”

“Your silence did.”

“My silence is being misinterpreted.”

Rivy leaned closer, voice dropping into teasing danger. “Evan.”

“Mhm. I can smell suspicious woman on you,” Sera nodded.

My soul left.

Returned.

Left again.

“You can smell that?”

Sera’s eyes closed as she leaned her head against my shoulder. “Perfume. Noble. Expensive. Banshee-type resonance. Also emotional tension.”

Val’s brows lifted. “Banshee?”

Rivy whistled. “Oh, this got good.”

I groaned. “Can we drink first before interrogation?”

“No,” all three said.

Perfect harmony.

Terrifying.

We moved toward the dining room anyway, because snacks were the one democracy everyone respected. The dorm was warm inside, dimly lit, with the late-night hush settled over the walls. A few minions appeared the moment we entered the dining area, grumbling at our bloody state like tiny angry housekeepers who had already mopped today and were now spiritually betrayed.

One imp pointed at Rivy’s cheek and hissed.

Rivy grinned. “Not mine.”

The imp hissed harder.

Val translated with a smile, “That makes it worse because now he has to wonder whose it is.”

The imp nodded violently.

I placed the wine box on the table like presenting treasure.

Instantly, two minions appeared beside it.

Guarding.

One of them sniffed the box and froze.

Then slowly looked up at me.

Respect.

Finally.

I had earned the imp’s respect through luxury alcohol.

“See?” I said proudly. “I bring value.”

The imp grumbled, but softer this time.

Rivy dropped into a chair with a satisfied groan, stretching her arms above her head. The motion pulled her uniform tight across her chest and shoulders, blood smear still on her cheek, grin still wild.

“Mission was annoying,” she said. “Cultists. Bad formation. Worse speeches.”