Ten minutes earlier, while the tension downstairs built towards confrontation, upstairs a different sort of unease brewed. The four waitresses, sweat beading on their foreheads despite the cool air, carried Anyi into a small room.

They were no mere waitresses. Their heart-shaped pupils, shimmering faintly with a soft pink light, revealed the truth of their nature: they were monsters—succubi—hidden in human form. The pounding in their chests wasn’t from excitement, but from the fear that any moment now, this young Hero lying seemingly unconscious before them might wake. And if he did, it could mean their end.

Still, they had a mission. After all, he had just turned eighteen, barely more than a boy in their eyes, and young, inexperienced men were usually so easy to manipulate.

"Let's just... help him 'change' into something more comfortable," one of them whispered, licking her lips as she cast her eyes over Anyi's well-built frame.

With gentle hands, they began to unfasten his belt. But as they tugged, Anyi’s hand shot down, pulling his pants back in place with surprising firmness.

The four women froze.

“Huh?!” one gasped, her eyes widening in shock.

"Hero-sama... Are you still awake?" another asked, her voice trembling as her heart-shaped pupils cracked with worry. If he was pretending to sleep, they might be in trouble. After all, they had heard the stories—heroes were supposed to slay monsters, not fall for their tricks. If he realized what they truly were, it could spell disaster.

The four exchanged uneasy glances, their usual confidence replaced with doubt. Their pink eyes dimmed momentarily as they hesitated, unsure of their next move.

One of the succubi finally spoke, her voice taking on a teasing tone in a desperate attempt to regain control. "Hero-sama, you're being naughty, pretending to be asleep, aren't you?" She leaned closer, her fingers tracing a slow path down Anyi’s chest, then lower...

Suddenly, Anyi rolled over, slipping out of her reach with a move so swift it left her clutching empty air.

The women blinked in astonishment, their eyes widening.

“Is he... shy?” one of them wondered, her pink eyes flaring back to life with renewed interest. Layton had mentioned Anyi’s youth, and now it made sense. To them, his sudden movements were nothing more than the bashful squirming of an inexperienced boy.

Their lips curled into knowing smiles. “A pure-hearted hero, how adorable,” one murmured, eyes gleaming.

Without hesitation, they moved in again, each taking a limb as they attempted to press themselves closer to him. "Don't be shy, Hero-sama," another purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "We’ll make you feel so much better."

But as they reached for him, something strange happened. Their fingers slid off his arms as though they were grasping nothing but air, and in the blink of an eye, Anyi had slipped free again.

The women gasped. “What the—?!”

Before they could react, Anyi’s body seemed to shimmer for a moment, and suddenly his skin glistened with an odd sheen—slime armor! The armor, pliant and slick, covered him like a second skin, making him nearly impossible to hold onto. With a subtle twist of his body and a flick of his wrist, a slime sword hidden in his sleeve sprung to life, propelling him backward. In a smooth, graceful motion, he slid beneath the bed and out of their reach entirely.

"Hero-sama!" One of them called, her voice tinged with both frustration and excitement. "Running away only makes it more fun."

But five minutes later, the mood had changed entirely. Despite their best efforts, they couldn't seem to catch him. Every time they lunged, he evaded them, slipping through their grasps like water. He moved silently, smoothly, never once opening his eyes as if he was asleep the entire time. The room echoed with the sounds of their heavy breathing, their earlier excitement replaced by mounting frustration.

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“What is going on?!” one of the succubi growled, her fists clenched in disbelief as Anyi effortlessly slid across the ceiling, his slime armor allowing him to cling there like a lizard.

"Hero-sama," one of them called out sweetly, though her voice was tinged with exasperation, "that's no place to sleep."

"Come down to bed, won’t you?" another coaxed, her patience wearing thin.

But Anyi remained still, glued to the ceiling like an immovable shadow.

The four women exchanged one last glance, their pupils gleaming brightly as they made a silent, desperate decision.

Enough was enough. If seduction didn’t work, then maybe something more... direct might.

Without a word, they began to strip away their already scant clothing.

In the pitch-black room, a pink mist began to seep from the four succubi, filling the air with a heavy, intoxicating fragrance. They shifted on the bed, abandoning their pursuit of Anyi directly, instead opting for a more... subtle approach. Without acknowledging him, they sprawled across the bed, their bodies entwining in ways that sent a flood of suggestive sounds echoing through the small room. It was a scene designed to melt the resolve of any man, their every movement dripping with allure as they whispered sweet nothings into the night air.

The pink mist thickened, and the scent became overwhelming, a heady concoction designed to ensnare the mind and drag it into dreams from which there was no waking.

Little Hero, do you think you can resist this?

And yet, Anyi remained still, silent.

Fast asleep.

The succubi’s enchantments, their whispers and pheromones, were useless against the strange hero who clung to the ceiling like a ghost, held fast by his slime armor and sword. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t react. His deep, peaceful breathing continued unabated, as if the very heart of temptation was nothing more than background noise to him.

It frustrated them to no end. They could not bring him down from the ceiling, and their charms, the essence of their powers, had failed.

Just as Anyi began to drift back into a deeper sleep, a scent hit his nose. Strange, but familiar... A smell he had encountered before, one tied to danger.

In an instant, Anyi’s eyes snapped open.

With a swift, practiced motion, he dropped from the ceiling, slime sword in hand.

Bum!!

The sword smashed into the bedboard, and before the succubi had a chance to react, the magical bindings of his slime sword coiled around them like serpents. They barely had time to gasp as they found themselves bound together, their limbs tangled in the thick, glistening tendrils of the sword's power.

Before they could protest, Anyi landed with precision, stomping down hard on two of the women beneath him. Their seductive moans turned into pained, panicked screams.

"Ahh—!"

"It hurts—!!"

Anyi's face remained impassive, betraying not even a hint of pity. These creatures weren’t helpless victims. They were dangerous predators, playing a game with him, and he had no intention of letting them win.

"I was just trying to catch some sleep," Anyi muttered, glancing at the four struggling succubi, "and I ended up walking right into a den of monsters."

Their pink, heart-shaped pupils blinked back at him in shock, glowing faintly in the dim light. It was all he needed to confirm what they were—succubi.

[Bestiary: Succubus

Strength: 3

Agility: 3

Endurance: 3

Durability: 3

Prana: 300

Intelligence: 20

Technique: 15]

[Creature: Succubus

Wow, Hero Sama sees Succubus for the first time, are they very beautiful or not very adorable?

Succubus has any body shape that can satisfy any desire, and Hero sama cannot be lured away anymore!

Succubus uses semen as food, and once human men enjoy the taste of Succubus, it will be very difficult for them to be attracted to human women!

Even though the body is mixed, it is a very dangerous monster! They may lead to the destruction of one of the main forces of humanity!]

And now, with their identity exposed, the succubi doubled down. Their once charming demeanor twisted into something darker, their magic flaring to life. They attempted to overwhelm Anyi’s mind with a rush of charm spells, filling the air with a sickly-sweet scent that thickened with every breath.

Their glowing pupils shimmered, magic pouring from their bodies as they tried to wrap Anyi in layers of desire, to break him where brute force could not.

The air itself grew heavy with their power, but Anyi was ready. He tightened his grip on the slime sword, binding them even tighter in its unyielding hold. The more they struggled, the more it constricted, its surface growing stickier with each passing moment.

"No! Hero-sama, no need to tighten it!!" one of the succubi gasped, her voice laced with panic.

"It hurts! Please, stop!" another cried.

The third, however, let out a strange, breathy sigh, her words a bizarre mixture of pain and pleasure. "It hurts... but it's... refreshing!"