“...Is this where we get our dreams?” Eugene asked.

“It seems like you’re in a rush?” Now that he had shown weakness by bringing up this topic first, the succubus eased up on her advances as she looked at Eugene with amused eyes. “What a cute guest. Is this your first time visiting our store? Why don’t we get some drinks first?”

The succubus’s smile widened as she casually brushed her body against Eugene’s arm and whispered, “If you drink something beforehand, it relaxes your body and allows you to fall into a deeper state of sleep.”

“If there’s no bed, I can’t fall asleep,” Eugene insisted.

“Don’t worry about that. As long as you drink in moderation, I’ll be sure to lead you down to the basement before it’s time to sleep. But, more importantly, what kind of dream would you like us to arrange for you?” The succubus lowered her voice as she led Eugene to an empty seat with a sense of familiarity. “Don’t be shy and tell me everything. We need you to be precise and specific with your desires if you want to enjoy your best dream experience.”

From these words, Eugene was able to estimate the levels of the succubi who worked in this store. High-level night demons were able to cause their victims to fall asleep regardless of their wishes and create a dream for them based on their subconscious desires. Considering that these...