Chapter 123

“Why are you here?”

In front of the house, the Healthy God was collapsed.

My first thought was that the real deal was better than the memes.

The second thought was, how did it end up here?

The Affectionate Konik Healthy God turned out to be a Succubus, and did not reside in any city of Humans or Elves.

I never expected to meet her in person…

“Hah, huff…”

“Uh, no, stop making those weird sounds.”

Is she flaunting her nature as a Succubus?

Her breathing is unusual.

When I touched my forehead, a burning heat overwhelmed my entire body.

“If I leave her like this, she’ll die!”

There was no other way.

After some thought, I lifted the drying machine and brought it inside the Bunker.

“Well, this should be fine, right?”

This would be the second time someone else had entered.

I wondered if this was really okay, but still, the drying machine was my biggest priority for safety.

If it hadn’t been for her horns, I might have been dead by now.

If I received something, shouldn’t I at least return the favor as a person?

“Ugh…”

“She seems to be in better condition than earlier.”

I laid her, this living tagged entity with a sexy breath, onto the bed in a hurry.

She looked better than before.

But her situation was still serious.

Just in case, let me place a wet towel…

-Creeeeak…

“Oh, shit.”

There was a burning sound coming from the wet towel.

Especially around her face, it felt intensely hot.

Contrary to that, her fingertips and toes seemed relatively cooler and blurrier.

“I don’t really know the health condition of Succubi.”

After all, Succubi were a rare breed.

Even Dark Elves and Rabbit Beastfolk were more numerous compared to Succubi.

There was overwhelmingly insufficient information.

The only thing I knew was that her dietary staple was Desire.

I accessed the post list of the drying machine to check.

[Recent posts by ‘Healthy God’.]

One day ago) “I can’t, I can’t cool down…jpg [764]

Three days ago) “I’m starving to death…ㅠㅅㅠ.jpg [561]

Seven days ago) “Why am I so hungry…?ㅠㅠ?…jpg [402]

“Wow.”

All the latest posts were concept works.

“No, I’m kinda jealous?”

I need to draw attention to my own posts.

It’s undeniably overwhelming in interest.

That’s why I had more questions.

“Hasn’t your hunger been resolved since selling Alcohol at the marketplace?”

After that, the drying machine hadn’t posted any either.

But as the dates progressed, the frequency and exposure had increasingly intensified.

Most of the titles caught my attention for being about hunger.

“Hm, there seems to be a problem with meal resolutions.”

If my guess was correct.

It seemed she could no longer fill her belly with the desires of people.

And since I had already picked her up, I couldn’t just let her die.

“I can’t lose the drying machine.”

Above all, there weren’t many Gallums as significant as her to the Gallery.

As I was pondering in front of the drying machine, it happened.

“Gah!”

I heard a noise from behind.

Turning around, I saw Penny who had dropped her bread while munching.

Her round bunny eyes were quite striking.

“Malfight, who is that woman?”

Then Penny asked me in quite a high-pitched voice.

“The Gallery’s Affectionate Konik, the drying machine.”

“Why is she here?”

“I picked her up from outside.”

“But she’s a Succubus. You can’t just bring anything in here. It’s dangerous.”

This, just anything.

But looking closely, Penny had picked up someone too.

However, it didn’t seem the right time to bring that up. Penny looked up at me and asked.

“Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, but the drying machine isn’t looking so good.”

“Phew, I’m glad you’re not hurt. Let’s just take her back outside.”

Penny came closer, tugging at my sleeve.

By the way, it was the first time I had seen Penny assert herself so firmly like that.

She used to say everything was fine, but surprisingly, she had definite likes and dislikes.

At that moment.

“Malfight, behind you!”

Penny suddenly shrieked, frantically pointing behind me.

“Usually, when I hear that, turning around is too late.”

I turned to where Penny was pointing.

“Uh, w-what?”

For a moment, my vision blurred.

I came to my senses to find the drying machine right in front of me.

“Haa, Head of the Gallery… finally…”

And she wore an incredibly excited expression.

With me backed against the wall, I could see her fluttering eyelashes.

“Gah, nice.”

“Malfight!”

The greatest crisis of my life had arrived.

*

What is the greatest crisis of life, anyway?

Of course, it’s different for everyone.

For some, it could be right before getting hit by a truck.

For others, it might be when a bullet grazes their ear.

Or perhaps during their golden age, the sound of three gunshots targeting them from behind.

“Now… I’m sorry, I can’t hold back anymore.”

But in my case, it was a little different.

A Succubus with black hair and milky skin, who had dashed in to upload, and then blushed, now had me pinned against the wall.

“Eek, get away…!”

But I had the card called Penny.

Who is Penny?

She’s a great demon capable of ripping open a Rift by herself.

And the moment she witnessed this scene…!

“Eek, why aren’t you moving at all?”

She pulled at the drying machine’s clothes.

Surprisingly, that was all there was.

With a body that looked around middle school level, there’s no way a Succubus would budge.

“Ugh… kid, go away.”

“Ah!”

Fortunately, the drying machine simply shot her a glance and then pushed her out, locking the door.

“Damn! Open the door!”

That act seemed to anger Penny even more.

“Now it’s just the two of us…”

“Gah.”

The drying machine began removing her outer clothing like she was shedding it on the floor.

Only her sexy underwear remained, like something seen only in .

“Ugh…”

In that moment, my mind fogged up, and my breath became ragged.

My heartbeat started to rise exponentially…

Is this what it feels like to be enamored by a Succubus?

But that was the only thought I had.

-Click

“Stop.”

Before long, I was able to regain my senses.

In that moment, I swiftly grabbed the shotgun that was stationed nearby and aimed it at the drying machine.

At that, the drying machine flinched.

“Why doesn’t this work…”

The startled drying machine said, whispering in a dazed voice.

Surely, she knew what a shotgun was.

Didn’t it circulate around the Gallery under a name like ‘Common Head of the Gallery’s Ultimate Magic…jpg’?

But instead, the drying machine took a different approach.

“…please don’t.”

She looked up at me with a soft voice and began to slowly inch closer.

“I can shoot!”

So I racked the shotgun and threatened her.

But the drying machine simply kept watching me cautiously, inching closer.

In the end, I couldn’t pull the trigger.

“Thank you, Head of the Gallery.”

Hearing her whisper in my ear, I realized.

This was going to be my last moment.

As I slowly closed my eyes, I left my final words.

“Ah, I couldn’t finish reading the posts…”

But still, isn’t dying with a Succubus the ultimate lavish death a Human can enjoy?

And it was in that moment when we were close enough that our breaths mingled!

-Snap

“?”

What I felt as I closed my eyes wasn’t a painful, violent pleasure.

Instead, I felt a warm sensation in my hand.

As time passed without any significant change, I finally opened my eyes.

“Hah, ah…”

I saw the Healthy God, her face flushed, tightly holding my hand.

“So good…”

With a baffled expression, she shivered and then collapsed onto the bed.

Thanks to that, I remained airborne and muttered into the void.

“Wait, what.”

The Healthy God, in the world’s most manner, simply held my hand and slipped into unconsciousness.

*

My mind had reached its limits.

Now she herself couldn’t think normally about what was happening.

All I could clearly remember was…

“…it’s warm.”

That it was an incredibly warm sensation passed to her.

It felt like tasting meat after a lifetime of hunger.

That was not one color.

It was diversely radiant like a rainbow…

Or a blissful sensation floating beneath a warm lake.

“You’re awake.”

“Eek!”

At that moment, a strange voice echoed in my ear.

Instinctively, I pulled the blanket closer and turned my head, only to see a man sitting in a round chair.

How vile the desires of Humans could be?

But upon first seeing him, Lilian felt more curiosity than fear.

“Ah…”

All at once, his snow-white skin caught my eye.

As if he had never seen sunlight, yet simultaneously well-fed and well-maintained, his complexion was clear.

His gaze, however, looked a bit tired, but his build was not small either.

Lilian found herself asking absentmindedly.

“Are you… a Human?”

He was a human who couldn’t possibly avoid the sun.

If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have naturally been devoid of food and wouldn’t be tall with such clear skin.

Besides, if he had eaten well, why then were his eyes so dark like a vampire’s?

“Could it be… the Head of the Gallery?”

The answer to that was singular.

The name Head of the Gallery explained it all.

And that peculiar man tilted his head in confusion.

“Do you not remember?”

“As for memories… yes, nothing at all…”

Just warm and cozy memories.

Then the man wore a face of pure shock, as if he could not fathom how that could be.

“How could that be?”

He actually said that.

“Yes, really?”

“The drying machine forcibly groped my flesh, tangled breaths, didn’t you?”

“?!”

It took Lilian some time to digest that outrageous claim.

Above all, she had distinctly heard that strange title directed at her.

There was only one who could call her with the clear nickname of the Healthy God.

“Are you…the Head of the Gallery?”

“Correct.”

“Oh my.”

Seeing the Head of the Gallery right in front of her felt surreal.

What could I say? It was clearly there, yet I couldn’t fathom what it looked like.

“You’re just an ordinary human?”

Of course, his appearance, fragrance, and actions were anything but ordinary.

But at least in terms of form, I had unconsciously thought he was something that only existed in the Gallery.

“Of course, haven’t you seen the certified memes?”

“…I thought it was a lie.”

“Why?”

“Who would believe a person could create things from thin air and claim to be human…?”

Lilian offered that minor bold opinion, and he seemed frozen in shock.

In the first place, it was bizarre to believe that directly.

At that moment, Lilian curled up faintly.

“Ugh…”

How had she ended up here?

Before she knew it, even when uploading , consuming the interest and desires of others, she did not feel full anymore.

Having no solution, she had been drawn here by the sweet scent.

“But it wouldn’t be any different here…”

Lilian’s expression rapidly fell.

It had been ages since she last saw her kin.

There was no one to ask about her kin.

Drowning in a depressed expression, hidden in the bed, she realized.

“…I’m not hungry?”

That she no longer felt hunger.

Realizing that fact late, she sprang out of bed in shock.

“Gah.”

Just as she was, the Head of the Gallery inhaled deeply, yet this was not the time to care.

“My body is fine…!”

My fingertips and toes were no longer transparent.

No, beyond that, I felt overflowing Mana in my body.

“Ugh…”

In my excited state, while wiggling my toes, I realized it.

The Head of the Gallery, who was watching her, was the key that brought about her transformation.

The moment she understood that, Lilian slightly curled her lips upward.

“I’ve figured it out.”

The existence that would become her new staple.

That was none other than the Head of the Gallery himself.