The Succubus Realm's No. 1 Livestream Seller [Western Fantasy] - Chapter 1

“Look here, this dream-inducing potion refined and brewed from dream-beast bones is an temptation that even the Grand Archangel cannot resist “

The alluring succubus squinted his eyes slightly, shaking the pink-and-blue vial in his hand. With a hazy gaze, soft lips parted to speak, and his platinum-blonde, heart-shaped tail traced an elegant arc in the air.

“Three, two, one, Huey is putting it up for grabs for all my good older brothers and older sisters~”

Within three seconds, twenty thousand units of the dream-inducing potion were completely sold out.

“Hmm, didn’t you manage to grab one?” Huey knitted his delicate, pretty eyebrows together, looking somewhat troubled. “But all twenty thousand of these were hard-won items that Huey begged the shopkeeper for. After all, as you guys know, a dream-inducing potion that even the Grand Archangel has to secretly purchase must be terribly troublesome to make.”

Glancing at the bullet comments flying across the screen at lightning speed, he sighed and said, “Alright, alright, then let’s have the shopkeeper brother add another fifty thousand units. These are premium items, originally reserved to be supplied to those great Abyss Demon lords.”

“However…” Reaching into his low-waisted leather pants, Huey fished out a gleaming gold coin, pressed it to his lips for a soft kiss, and cast a flirtatious wink at the camera. “The price for such premium items is bound to be a bit higher. To provide companions with the ultimate experience, Huey believes that no amount of gold coins is too much!”

As soon as these fifty thousand premium units hit the shelf, they were entirely snatched up within a single second. A flash of satisfaction crossed Huey’s eyes as he enthusiastically wagged the heart-shaped tail behind him. “Alrighty, thank you big brothers and sisters for your support, and today’s live stream ends right here! Next time, Huey will bring you even more wonderful romance goodies~”

The broadcast concluded, and the final frame froze on the fiery flying kiss blown by the succubus. A pale-pink kiss mark occupied the screen, exuding an ambiguous atmosphere.

“Not bad at all, little Huey! If it weren’t for you, all these batches of water dream-inducing potions would have rotted right in my hands.”

Piling up a fortune and brimming with wealth, the lich happily counted his gold coins, completely immersed in the bliss of being submerged by currency.

Swishing his hips, Huey walked over and sat down atop the mountain of gold coins, crossing his long, fair legs and saying lazily, “Hey, stop counting money, you greedy lich, and hurry up with my salary.”

Even the soul fire burning inside the skull of the coin-counting lich was cast in a golden hue by the currency. Casually grabbing a massive handful of gold coins, it handed them over to Huey. “Here, this is your payout.”

Taking the coins and resting them across his lap, Huey meticulously counted them one by one. “One, two… two thousand three hundred and sixty-seven.”

“Hey! You dead lich!” Wagging the heart-shaped tail behind him, Huey puffed out his cheeks in anger. “You sell one unit of dream-inducing potion for three gold coins, and the premium ones for thirty. I just earned you two million one hundred thousand gold coins today, and you’re only giving me two thousand three hundred and sixty-seven as my cut?!”

The little succubus was furious, his tail twitching restlessly as he practically itched to beat this lich-version of Scrooge to death!

“You can’t put it that way.” The lich tossed the gold coins one by one into the soul fire within its skull, comforting itself lazily. “Don’t my potions cost anything to make? Besides, what I’ve given you is already plenty. Whenever other succubi come to do live streams, I only ever give them a hundred gold coins.”

Huey refused to listen to this damned capitalist’s sophistry. “Don’t think I don’t know the production cost of your potions is even lower than black bread!”

The lich let out a chuckle, the soul fire in its eyes suddenly expanding to engulf the entire pile of gold coins. Startled, Huey who was sitting atop the golden mountain flapped his small wings in a flurry and took flight, still clutching his two thousand three hundred and sixty-seven gold coins tightly to his chest.

“See ya later, Huey. I’ll look for you to live-stream again next time.” Stowing all the gold coins away into its storage space, the lich dissolved into a heap of white bones right on the spot and vanished.

“Unbelievable! How is this damned lich even greedier than a bone dragon?” Furiously flapping his small wings, Huey fumed. “Next time, I am definitely not helping you with live-streaming sales!”

Before leaving, the lich hadn’t even bothered to take its wizard robe with it. Picking it up, Huey wrapped his gold coins inside it and flapped his little wings on his flight home.

The Christie Castle

A dozen alluring, large-breasted succubus elder sisters were chasing and playing with one another on the lawn. The rich aura of succubi enveloped the entire castle, filling the air with a hazy, pink mist.

“Who went and upset our cute little Huey baby again?”

Sensing that her younger brother was flying home looking fit to burst with anger, the red-haired succubus Karina hurriedly put a stop to the playful sisters and wended her way toward him with swaying hips.

“Big Sis ” Having just landed, Huey was caught off guard and pulled straight into his sister’s embrace, the poor demon entirely swallowed up by soft cushions.

That wasn’t even the end of it. The frolicking succubus sisters rushed over one after another, scooping their adorable younger brother into their arms for a thorough round of rubbing and fluffing.

At long last, Huey managed to break free, his hair completely disheveled and hanging loosely across his frame. Even so, he was still clutching that pouch of gold coins tightly to his chest.

“Where on earth did you pick up a lich’s old discarded robe? It stinks to high heaven, hurry up and throw it away.” Karina shot the garment a look of absolute disgust.

Dumping the gold coins out onto the lawn, Huey set fire to the robe and burned it to ashes.

“I am never doing live streams for a lich ever again! They’re even more stingy than bone dragons!” Huey complained to his sisters with an aggrieved expression.

Affectionately stroking her younger brother’s head, Karina chimed in, “Those liches who only know how to deal with bones could never possibly understand the refined beauty of us succubi.”

Sighing, Huey scooped his gold coins back into his arms, preparing to head to his room and stash them away safely.

“I’m sorry, my dear little brother.” Blocking his path, Karina offered a look of slight apology. “But as you know, today you officially turn three hundred years old. You can no longer continue living in the Christie Castle.”

Huey stiffened all over, the heart-shaped tail behind him snapping straight as a wire, its fine velvety hairs standing entirely on end.

Oh no, he completely forgot all about it!

The Christie family was the largest succubus clan in the Underworld. All male succubi were required to leave the Christie Castle upon turning three hundred years old, while female succubi had until five hundred.

Today, Huey had turned three hundred.

“Your older sisters have already packed up your belongings for you.” Pointing toward several chests piled high on the lawn, Karina said, “My poor Huey, you don’t even have a single companion where on earth are you going to live?”

Shifting his gaze toward those mountain-sized chests, Huey wept silently in his heart. Not only did he lack a companion, but he didn’t even own a single storage ring.

The cheapest storage ring cost three hundred thousand, and Huey couldn’t bear to part with the money.

Logically speaking, succubi ought to be the creatures least lacking in wealth in the Underworld; finding any powerful demon to court them meant gold coins were mere playthings meant to coax a smile from a beauty.

However, Huey was an exception among succubi.

Every succubus possessed peerless looks and a captivating heart-shaped tail. Some succubi had baby-pink tails, while others boasted alluring shades of purple or black. Only Huey had a tail of pure, platinum-gold.

Ah, platinum-gold what a universally detested color among the demons of the Underworld!

According to a statistical poll in the Underworld Nightly, when it came to the colors most loathed by Underworld residents, platinum-gold firmly claimed the top spot by a landslide vote total.

After all, those angels were entirely platinum-gold from head to toe, and the Underworld stood in irreconcilable opposition to Heaven!

Consequently, even though Huey possessed the most flawless face seen in the succubus realm for millions of years, he still couldn’t find a single powerful demon willing to take him on as a companion.

Just as a certain Abyss Demon had once put it: Ah, little Huey is cute sure. But the moment I see that tail of his, all sexual interest completely vanishes it feels just like dealing with an angel, utterly agonizing all over.

The great Dark Mage, Lord Ares, possessed the capability to brew potions capable of altering a succubus’s tail color, but it cost three hundred million gold coins.

A succubus’s primary source of wealth relied upon contributions from suitors. His platinum-gold tail left Huey with zero suitors, zero suitors meant zero gold coins, and zero gold coins meant he could never change his tail color.

A vicious cycle!

Poor Huey had live-streamed for two whole centuries just to scrape together a little over fifty million gold coins, and he couldn’t even bring himself to buy a storage ring.

Heavens, how am I supposed to haul these chests stuffed with gold coins away? Depression so thick drifted from Huey’s head that it manifested as visible black wisps of gloom; his tail drooped all the way down to drag across the floor, plunging the little demon into the depths of despair.

Karina felt a deep pang of heartache for her younger brother. Male succubi inherently faced harsher survival conditions than their female counterparts, and if he couldn’t secure suitors on his own, his future days would undoubtedly be rough. To motivate male succubi to hone their professional skills and unearth their personal potential, the succubus realm strictly prohibited providing male succubi with any form of financial assistance.

Still… as an older sister, giving her younger brother a birthday gift was entirely acceptable.

Quietly, Karina slipped a silver ring inlaid with a ruby onto Huey’s finger, giving him a playful wink. “This is a three-hundredth birthday gift from your sisters. May you alter your tail color soon and find yourself a powerful companion.”

The interior space of the ring wasn’t particularly large, but it was just enough to accommodate Huey’s entire net worth.

Delighted beyond measure, Huey clenched his fist and promised, “Once I save up enough money to buy the potion, I’ll buy every single one of my sisters a brand-new set of succubus fashion apparel!”

“My adorable little brother.” Pulling him back into her bosom once more, Karina frantically ruffled his soft, fair cheeks. “Your older sisters can hook powerful demons to foot the bill without breaking a sweat you’d better worry about yourself first.”

Prompted by Karina’s actions, the rest of the succubus sisters enthusiastically opened their arms once again, passing Huey back and forth through their bountiful hills of warmth.

Thirty minutes later, a disheveled Huey clad in an equally disheveled leather jacket and pants wobbled unsteadily as he flapped his wings and departed the Christie Castle.

“Hey, Huey.” Just as Huey was wondering where on earth he should go, an ethereal voice chimed from within his embrace.

Drawing a smooth, flat communication magic crystal from his pouch, Huey watched as a female dark elf with pointed ears materialized on the screen.

“What is it, Sophiel?”

“Here’s the thing.” Turning the magic crystal to face behind her, Sophiel revealed a vast expanse of scarlet flower fields. “The red blood flowers in our clan have bloomed, and we’d like to invite you to come live-stream and help sell admission tickets. Three days of broadcasting for fifty million… uh, fifty thousand gold coins, room and board included. I heard you got kicked out of the Christie Castle, after all.”

Eyes widening in shock, Huey repeated, “How much? Fifty thousand!”

Sophiel arched a triumphant brow. “Do you even know how much a single ticket of ours costs? Three thousand gold coins! As long as you sell over a thousand tickets, we’ll pay you that fifty thousand reward.”

Clutching his excited little tail, Huey felt a burning wave of envy so intense his teeth itched and his eyes turned green. “You dark elves really know how to rake in the cash.”

“The Underworld thrives on love and romance, and when it comes to romance, who could possibly rival us dark elves?” Tucking an unopened red blood flower bud behind her ear, Sophiel cast a sultry, alluring wink at Huey.

In terms of appearance within the Underworld, dark elves ranked second only to succubi.

“Alright, stop dragging your feet. I’ve already bought you a portal pass, so hurry up and teleport over. The red blood flowers will bloom for the first time tonight, and we’re going straight live to sell tickets.”

Runes of a teleportation array flickered across the magic crystal. Swiftly locating the nearest teleportation point, Huey reappeared before Sophiel three seconds later, brimming with excitement.

“I’m all set!” Filled with fighting spirit, Huey looked at Sophiel as if staring at a massive mountain of gold, cute little heart-shaped patterns flashing brightly in his eyes.

Tossing a set of garments toward him, Sophiel said, “Here, your work uniform.”

It was a wisp of translucent red gauze that barely managed to cover the succubus’s flawless physique. As his tail twitched upward, the red gauze lifted right along with it, allowing the platinum-gold little heart-shaped tail to brazenly emit a faint, alluring glow in a bid to entice the favor of some powerful demon.

As a succubus entirely devoid of modesty, Huey accepted this outfit with ease. He even took the liberty of loosening the collar slightly to reveal a patch of delicate, fair chest.

When the three moons of the Underworld simultaneously climbed into the night sky, the first red blood flowers began to unfurl, releasing a warm fragrance saturated with romantic longing.

Holding up the magic crystal designated for live-streaming, Sophiel gestured to Huey to signal that the broadcast had commenced.

Reclining gracefully in the center of the sea of flowers, Huey showcased his smooth, fair legs amidst the crimson gauze and red blossoms. An in-full-bloom red blood flower even adhered itself playfully to his cute little heart-shaped tail, swaying back and forth in mid-air with an enticing curl.

Plucking a flower from the edge with rounded, delicate fingernails, he brought it slowly toward his lips. With a slight flutter of his tip-of-the-tongue and a gentle nip of pearly teeth, a plump, luscious petal was caught between his moistened lips.

“They say no demon can resist the temptation of the red blood flower sea.” Lazily rolling over, Huey curved his heart-shaped tail into an even larger love-heart shape in the air. “Even that prudish Grand Archangel up in the heavens loses himself right here~”

Watching the sales numbers skyrocket on the magic crystal interface, a flash of smug triumph crossed Huey’s eyes. That Grand Archangel made for an exceptionally useful tool; the mere mention of him made anything related to romance and passion sell like wildfire.

After all, if even those entities lacking worldly desires couldn’t resist such things, they were bound to be all the more popular among the denizens of the Underworld.

“Oh? Didn’t you guys know? During last year’s red blood flower season, that very same Grand Archangel secretly visited the Underworld to sightsee, and even had a romantic encounter with an alluring succubus. Us succubi have our own special intelligence channels, you know.”

“Hm? Not me, of course! I only like powerful Abyss Demons; I have zero affection for fellows radiating holy light all over.”

Meanwhile, in Heaven The Pure White Realm

During the morning assembly, the familiar Underworld communication magic crystal was held in the hand of an angel. That angel kept his head bowed, trembling all over with a face flushed a deeply suspicious shade of red.

Of course, he wasn’t the only one acting this way; the angels standing in two neat rows were all keeping their heads down, desperately biting back their laughter.

“…Even the Grand Archangel couldn’t withstand the temptation of the red blood flowers, so you can all imagine just how popular this fragrance is with companions. Just picture it: amidst towering, lush flower bushes, you lying side by side with your charming companion. Who knows that very patch of earth might even be the exact spot where the Grand Archangel once lay down “

The alluring voice of the succubus echoed throughout the Pure White Realm. Even a white dove skimming past in the sky paused in confusion, tilting its head to gaze intently at the magic crystal held in the angel’s hand.

“Frank, what does this have to do with evil spirits?”

Upon the lofty dais, the twelve-winged golden-haired angel opened his eyes, a gentle gaze sweeping over the trembling little angel holding up the magic crystal.

“From my perspective, this is merely a succubus from the Underworld falsely invoking the name of the angels.”

Frank choked back a laugh, thinking to himself that this wasn’t merely invoking the angel’s name—this was brazenly dragging the Supreme One out as a grand banner to wave.

“My Lord, take a look.” Blushing a brilliant crimson, Frank dragged the progress bar of the magic crystal backward and zoomed in on a corner of the screen. “An evil spirit has appeared in the Underworld.”

Stepping down slowly from the high platform, the golden-haired angel gazed upon the fleeting streak of black silhouette within the crystal projection and nodded slightly.

“My Lord, who shall we dispatch to investigate this time?” Frank asked respectfully, secretly hoping that the Grand Archangel might assign the task to him so he could go witness this audacious succubus firsthand.

Every angel present shared Frank’s sentiment; they all longed to lay eyes on this daring succubus.

Shifting his gaze from the dark evil spirit to the chattering succubus, the Grand Archangel noted the exceptionally conspicuous platinum-blonde little heart-shaped tail swaying behind the creature a sight that reminded him of the everlasting bloom flourishing in Heaven: gorgeous and dazzling.

“The Underworld. I shall go myself.”

Six pairs of magnificent, sacred wings unfolded to encase the handsome Grand Archangel within them. When the brilliant radiance faded, only a cluster of bewildered angels clutching magic crystals and those same head-tilting white doves remained in the Pure White Realm.