New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus

Chapter 582: Gawkers

Chapter 582: Gawkers

No one dared step close to the purpleish bloodbath before their eyes. Even the Purple Cape guards stood on the sidelines along with the common citizens and watched the busty beauty rip apart both the tentacle demon and its demonling underlings.

A few Purple Capes mustered enough courage to get a little closer and pick up the discarded victims of the tentacle demon. But they did not stick around and used the excuse of carrying the wounded to get as far away from the scene as they could.

“There go our defenders,” a tall woman said when a group of Purple Capes ran past her, carrying a few unconscious men and women.

The woman had long brown hair, as thick as a mane. On top of her head the hair grew into two big cat ears. Her skimpy outfit of black and red consisted of shorts with a thick belt, knee-high boots, gloves that went almost to her shoulders, a torn-up cape, and a few straps of cloth as an improvised bra for her ample bosom. She had no visible weapons and the only items on her were several large, leather pouches tied to her belt, and one in her hand, which she opened and took a hearty sip.

“Hey, Dhina!” her twintail magician companion called out. “You promised!”

“Dhisana,” the woman corrected her. “And I made no such promises.”

“But—”

“Don’t bother, Neri,” a young lad with spiky white hair said as he walked besides them with his hands in his pockets.

“Not you too, Zaki!” Neri bemoaned. “You think I wouldn’t rather spend this morning on top of a big, thick-oooh, I did it again!!!” Neri bit her lip pulled her hat over her flushed, frustrated face.

Neri’s most prominent piece of her getup was her big blue wizard hard. Its tip reached up to the same height as Dhisana’s cat ears, which made Neri considerably shorter. Her black hair was tied up into two twintails that danced around her with every step, and her outfit was colored in shades of blue and purple. Neri wore a lowcut backless leotard. If it was cut any lower, her ass crack would be visible, and her tits would fall out. Her legs were “covered” in practically translucent thighs. Her sleek gloves reached to her elbows and her flowing cloak went all the way down to her short boots with pointy ends.

Zaki—seemingly trapped in a phase between a boy and a man—wore white shorts, white shirt, light brown boots, and looked annoyed to even be here. The only unifying item among the three of them was a metal badge in the shape of an eggplant with leaves. Each of them wore it at their hip, and all three badges had a letter “S” engraved on them.

The trio slowly approached the frontlines of the spectators, by which point Beatrice had wrapped up the shredding of the demon’s escapee core to an utterly silent crowd.

“Ah… She beat them all… On her own?” Neri said in disbelief as she squeezed to the front row, rubbing her boobs against a surprised beastkin’s face as she passed him.

“Oh,” Dhisana sounded how she looked: like someone who could not care less. She roughly cleared the path for herself, stood next to Neri and said, “Told ya.”

She then popped open her giant pouch again and started gulping down its contents at an impressive pace.

“What the hell do you mean ‘told ya’!?” Neri exclaimed. “That’s a demon right there, in the middle of the city! With a swarm of demonlings for good measure! You were the one who kept insisting that this is a waste of time!”

“First of all… It is,” Dhisana said and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Second of all, that’s not a swarm, it’s not even a pack! A group of demonlings so few in number that they barely function. We were told that there’s a Sovereign up there. And considering that I can see our informant flying down as we speak, there is no Sovereign.”

“Maybe they defeated this Sovereign thing on their own,” Neri suggested and also looked up to see a golden sphere descending from the damaged fortress above.

“And I thought you were the sober one,” Dhisana said and resumed her drinking until the flask was empty.

“Sh-she… She really did it!” someone other than the two women finally spoke up. “She vanquished the demons!! Hurray!”

The awkward “hurray” was picked up by a few others in the crowd until it grew into a modest, reserved cheer and timid applause.