Pov Lust,
Did I really hear what Greed just said?
Did this girl truly meet the late Demon King Mephistar-sama?
"You're talking about Mephistar-sama, the grandfather of Diablora-sama? The man who ended the age of kingdom and race wars, the one who stands at the very prologue of our current era?"
"Yes, I'm talking about that Mephistar-sama."
She showed me the interaction she had with him. Even though I feel disgust toward any man who isn't a femboy, seeing him didn't bother me. After all, he is one of the most respected figures in our history, even though he lived thousands of years before I was born.
"Was it Diablora-sama who allowed Evelyn to meet her grandfather?"
"I think so, but I'm not sure it would be appropriate to ask Diablora-sama directly."
"I would never dare question Diablora-sama like that; it could be seen as challenging her decisions."
"Don't worry. I was in the same state of mind as you. But I believe it's more like a memory of who he once was, rather than his true soul."
"I almost forgot the formality—would you like something to drink?"
"Yes, I would. Fresh from the source, not from a bottle."
Greed has some vampire blood in her veins, so she usually drinks blood.
Why, even though she isn't even half-vampire, you might ask?
It's because she doesn't like wine, and since blood has the same color as wine, she chooses blood instead to maintain a bourgeois image.
"As you wish."
I flicked my finger, and a woman appeared, marked with a pink heart symbol on her forehead.
Greed immediately looked at me with disgust.
"Do you really think I'm going to drink the blood of someone from another world? I'm not desperate."
"Sorry, it's just that I'm used to preparing my perfect little pain-sufferers for almost every occasion."
With a small flick of my finger, the woman dropped onto all fours, and I casually rested my feet on her back like a living footstool.
I appreciate women, femboys, and futanari. You have to understand: those from our world are truly worthy, while those from other worlds are only good enough to be underlings.
I picked up a tablet that listed all the prostitutes of the Red Palace, gathering all their confidential information—age, number of clients, rank, fetishes, and more.
As the ultimate mistress of the Red Palace, I naturally had access to all of it.
My eyes quickly scanned through the profiles before finding the perfect person to supply blood to Greed—plus, she has a huge cock that sometimes makes me very happy.
I summoned her, and not even a minute later, she arrived.
"Hello, Livia. How are you?"
"I'm doing fine. I had to interrupt a meeting with a client because you called, but I will always come, no matter what I'm doing."
"It's good to be loyal," I said, smiling slightly. "But please, don't abandon something important if it's a truly difficult moment."
I didn't want her, for example, to abandon a mourning ceremony just because I summoned her.
"Okay, I get it. But why did you call me, Lust-sama?"
"I would like you to supply blood directly to Greed."
"Alright, I understand."
She began to undress, but Greed interrupted her.
"I'd be fine with just the wrist, if you don't mind."
"This will never bother me, Greed-sama. Being able to help you is one of the greatest wishes of most people here."
She stretched out her forearm towards Greed, who sank her fangs into it without hesitation, starting to drink.
For more than five minutes, the only sounds filling the room were Greed's swallowing and Livia's soft moans.
"Here, thank you for supplying me with blood," Greed said, calmly wiping her lips.
"It was truly an honor for me, Greed-sama. I swear it."
Greed gently licked the wound, causing it to heal instantly.
"I'd advise you to avoid exerting yourself too much for a few hours while you recover."
"Thank you for your concern, Greed-sama. I wish you both, Greed-sama and Lust-sama, a wonderful day."