Summoner: Monster Girl Harem!

—|Varina Slums, The Fragrant Maiden, Inn|—

Vincent walked down a dark path filled with dirty waste, broken stone, and glass. His eyes flashed dark red, hidden by the dim light. An icy chilling breeze brushed against his cheeks, as his black robes completely hid his figure.

—|Vincent: 'Here we are, the very corruption fills the air. Efrita, Silvari, your job is to enter the back. Please kill every male on sight. No matter who they are, kill them all.'

—|Silvari: 'Yes master!'

—|Efrita: 'Okay, my lord!'

"Raizel, form a small spear in my grasp. We will enter from the front and cause havoc together."

—|Raizel: 'Finally, darling will praise my hard work!'

[Camouflage]

His body changed from a tall handsome male into a scruffy black-haired young boy with a slightly handsome face. Vincent used Dirk's image to raid this gang, because then he wouldn't suffer upon any failure.

Vincent summoned both Silvari and Efrita as he passed along the alley behind. His left was a broken down store. Opposite was the inn's back yarn and straight ahead was the clearing onto the dirty street.

—|Vincent: 'Remember to wait for their screams and fleeing to start. Good luck. If anyone attempts to flirt with you, kill them.'

To make this seem more sneaky, his woman camouflaged themselves and became two pretty elves. He almost thought they were burning in jealousy towards Felia. Vincent shook his head. The ground beneath his boots crushed into powder and caused loud cracking sounds from the discarded glass.

"Let's find this so called Scarlet."

After ten minutes, he walked towards the entrance, a brown wooden building with lots of cracked and warped beams. You could see the many places where fights occurred, and they replaced it with a cheaper type of wood to cut costs.

He grew tired of this boring scouting work and approached the double doors, pressing them slowly with a loud creak. These old doors needed some oil badly.

A burst of smoke, nasty cheap alcohol and whiskey filled his nose, which caused him to recoil and almost gasp for clean air. The people were below the dregs. Countless women who were topless or half naked paraded around for extra tips.

—|Vincent: 'Can't blame people who are poor, wouldn't I do anything to provide for my family with no decent talent?'

—|Raizel: 'I would gladly pay money to see you naked and serve me wine! Fufu!'

—|On the second floor.|—

"Oh? What's such a handsome boy doing here? He looks quite clean and tasty… His robe seems expensive. Should we inform the boss a noble might visit?" (Beauty with scar on cheek)

"Haha! Big sis, you just want to taste his youthful body first, right? Don't pretend to be virtuous with us." (Pink haired, twin tailed thug)

"Ralph and his boys will deal with it first. If he gets past that worm, maybe I can taste his little shaft before our boss!" (Blue haired, frigid woman)

The group was only small. Four women sat around a table filled with mid-tier wine and alcohol. Most of them seemed to treat the beauty with bright blonde hair and scar as their leader.

Vincent could hear their conversation and became intrigued, although they were scum. He also needed tasteful scum and would train them to become his faithful bitches, rather than vile, mangy dogs.

—|Vincent: 'I want to teach that frigid woman the difference between a club and cocktail sausages she saw before.'

Suddenly, he summoned Raizel into a miniature spear hidden within his right palm. He could strike out with her instantly and kill anyone that irritated him. Vincent browsed the open room. He felt surprised. Many people were here despite it being midweek.

His feet approached the bar with slow, confident steps. There was no reason for him to feel nervous or scared. However, some people wouldn't seem to welcome him with open arms.

Suddenly, a group of five men approached. They looked like scum, with messy hair and clothes. Two dragged a pair of half-naked women who tried to fix themselves desperately, a small amount of filthy white fluid stuck to their chest area.

"Oi, look at this little noble boy. Can we help you?" (Thug A)

"Alright kid, you're a new face! Which old man sent you here?" (Thug B)

"Hey, how do you like this beauty? Give me some copper coins and you can use her!" (Netorase Thug C)

Although they spoke in quick succession, Vincent didn't get flustered and looked at the group with calm eyes. He took a moment, then gave a noble bow, since they assumed him to be one, or someone with money. Why not use it to his advantage.

"Oh, look at these slum cretins. I am here at the behest of my father to meet with the Dark Phoenix Gang and their leader, Scarlet. However, I seem to be lost. Maybe this silver coin could help me find her?"

His red eyes flashed underneath the guise of Dirk. This would stop them from realising his lies mixed inside the truth. There was no reason to incriminate Dirk. He already stole his woman and took her first time.

"Ah!? Please forgive our foul smell and poor clothing. But to meet with our boss… She is worth a little over one silver, no?" (Smarter Thug D)

"Oh? Do you really wish to make my father angry… I guess we can cancel our deal regarding the noble's information and future deals."

Vincent spoke from his ass, literally not understanding about the truth. He just thought maybe this was the reason her father chose Dirk. To take Odette's first time, not some noble from the capital city, to help their family rise further.

"But you have quite a valid point, what an intelligent subordinate she has. Here! Take it and find me someone who can help guide me to that woman."

The thug's eyes shone after a small pouch filled with ten silver coins slammed into his hand. More than he owned before. He gave a grateful nod to Vincent. He rushed upstairs, followed by all but one thug and woman.

"U-um hello there, young master… Are you interested in me? I can show you stuff those nobles girls couldn't dream of!"

A woman who wore literally nothing rubbed against his side, grasping his left arm as if she was familiar with him. Her vile tone of voice grated on his ears, feeling the expectant gaze of the thug who stayed behind.

But they couldn't understand his mood, because his face remained filled with a faint smile. So mistook this for their own benefit. Her body ground against him, the filthy white fluid came within ten centimetres of his body.

"Hey boss, this girl is my wife. I normally only sell her to trusted customers and my pals. How does one silver sound? She can't get pregnant and you can fill her with all you like. In fact, please do!" (Super Cuck Thug C)

Vincent's true face frowned. Why would he want this filthy trash? His women were all top class beauties, not to mention his favourite cock goblin squeezed him nearly dry before leaving. This diseased women almost made his cock so scared it shrivelled back inside his body.

"You think this woman is worthy enough to touch my body?"

An impersonal voice sounded as he spoke. He looked at the thug, whose arm lifted slowly. Moments later, it crashed won with a loud noise. He backhanded the woman as her body collapsed, nose cracked, bleeding down her face in huge amounts.

Although he hit her often, this was different, not out of jealousy. But because a man rejected her custom…

She looked up, feeling betrayed. The noble never said to do this. She never betrayed him without his permission. Accepted his forcing her to sleep with other men. He was her first love, planning to never leave him.

"Why…? I always did everything you ever asked! My love for you never wavered when Enrique offered to make me his bride and open a store together… I never strayed and stayed with you! You ask me to sleep with disgusting men, drink their sperm and have their children! What kind of sick bastard are you?"

His wife stood up slowly, her front tooth cracked from the blow. She looked fierce, like a vengeful ghost. Quite a lot of the men in this bar were her customers and loved her skills and kind heart. No matter how they offered or tried, she would always love her husband.

Yet this man sold her to them each day, to pay for his mana weed addiction.

"Wait… I'm sorry! It's not my fault. Listen to me, Whorina! Blame that damned noble that looks down on you. His tiny cock probably can't get hard and he's embarrassed to be in the company of real me! I am sure that's it… Believe me!"

Cuck Thug C, a man who needed this woman to afford his habits. Even being in the gang did not exempt him from the gang's fierce policy against addicts that owed money. His talent and organs would be used to them, forced to sign slave contracts until ten times he paid his debts off.

"Tiny? Even without an erection, he is huge! Hahaha, I loved a man who not only owns a micro penis, but a microscopic heart. I am just a fucking tool for you to make money and buy your damn drugs! Why did I not accept Enrique, who truly loves me back then! I regret everything, you dirty snake!"

Suddenly, as if waiting for this moment. A Latin looking male jumped inside, his outfit expensive and shimmering in the dim light. His short black hair and green eyes attracted a few of the women, but they gave a sigh of regret.

"Whorina! I am here, please accept me. Allow me to save you from this hell, your past, present and future. Let me accept everything! I promise to love you forever!" (Enrique Iglesias style guy.)

Vincent moved away at some point, ordering an expensive wine with a sweet yet dry taste and swirled it, watching this top tier drama. He wondered how this would end and awaited the woman's choice as she stood sandwiched between two men. One her love since being a young girl, the other a man who truly loved everything about her.

"Wait! Don't go… I need you please, for you I can change the drugs I can quit anytime!" (Cuck Thug C)

"Heh, then why didn't you quit that night when our child died because of poor nutrition and sickness! Please Enrique, take me away. I don't care if we live as beggars, just make me forget this horrible nightmare and torment!"

"With pleasure, I will dedicate my life to making you happy! Please take my hand." (Enrique Iglesias style guy.)

A sound of applause sounded, followed by loud cheering from the slightly drunk crowd. This is the reason they came here. Other bars would never allow such heated arguments to play out.

However, this place run by a gang didn't care about that.

Despite losing his beloved woman, the Thug who loved Netorase seemed to awaken to another foul version of the kink.

Thug C went full on Netorare. His tiny raging tent filled his pants as he oozed a pathetic amount of watery blank shots and tears oozing down his face. He watched on as Enrique kissed Whorina passionately outside the glass window.

It was him, not Whorina, that was sterile all along. Let us pray for her happiness with Enrique.