Chapter 141: Visiting Demon Slayers

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"Where did this handsome young man come from? He really has a gorgeous face~"

"Not only that, when I came over earlier, I sneakily touched him, and he has such a well-built body, those abs... slurp~"

"Wow, you little flirt, you can't even walk straight after seeing a handsome guy, can you? Hurry up and go serve the customers, the samurai lord is still waiting over there."

"Ah, why don't I have such good fortune? Those little demons that eat without spitting out bones are getting all the benefits. By the time I get back, I might not have a chance to take a bite, even if it's for free."

"Tsk! I think you're just feeling frisky! Why, are you trying to mix in with the upside-down?"

"I'd like to, but I'm afraid the young master wouldn't fancy me."

"Wow, I didn't expect him to be a rich young master! Nobody stop me, I'm going to serve the young master."

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When Abel, in the presence of the surrounding women, threw all the 'borrowed' money onto the table, everyone's gaze towards him changed!

Initially, they were just amazed by his good looks, craving his body.

Now the gaze of these women – no, female patrons – suddenly became incredibly fervent, greedy to gain both his person and wealth!

Don't say that women are not as keen on looks.

When it comes to the pursuit of beauty, men and women are both visual creatures by nature, naturally attracted to good-looking, young people.

Many geishas had already prepared themselves to do business with Abel even if they didn't make money, because, after all, by the look of his clothes, he seemed like an ordinary person who shouldn't have much money.

But unexpectedly, not only does he look handsome, but he's also very wealthy!

That's a case of misjudgment!

One after another, the generously benevolent female Bodhisattvas wished they could immediately cling to this handsome and wealthy young master.

"Young master, may I ask how to address you?"

A rich and generous lady casually fell into his arms.

"I like it when others call me Master Zhao."

Abel, for some reason, suddenly curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a mischievous smile, and leaned down towards her ear.

Watching that handsome face draw nearer, the lady's heart fluttered.

But the much-anticipated event didn't happen, which disappointed her and even made her begin to doubt her own charm.

However, soon, she widened her eyes in amazement, looking at 'Master Zhao' in shock.

"Master Zhao, are you really going to do it?"

"What do you think? Hurry up and go."

After glancing at the 'huge sum of money' on the table, the lady excitedly stood up and ran off to call people.

After all, she wasn't in charge of such matters, and if something went wrong, they could find her body in a ditch the next day.

The lady worked efficiently, and soon, a group of beautiful women with top-tier looks and figures, extravagantly dressed, came out in teams, followed by drummers and bearers of food and drink, creating a lively scene that immediately attracted the attention of all the guests.

"These foods and drinks are a small token of appreciation from our shop to all the guests."

"In addition to this, we have another piece of good news to tell everyone."

"That is, tonight's expenses for everyone will be covered by Master Zhao~ Everyone can enjoy their drinks to the fullest!"

The owner of Kyogoku House came out to show her face and loudly announced. When that explosive revelation was dropped, all the guests were buzzing with excitement.

The surprise of free drinks and food was already delightful, but then out of nowhere, a young master named Zhao stepped up, generously footing the bill for everyone present.

What more could they say? They had to drink until dawn!

Many clever folks were curious about who this Master Zhao was and wanted to approach him with a toast, hoping to make his acquaintance.

The wealthy were always favored with attention, after all.

This bustling scene was only happening on the first floor. The other rich patrons typically went directly to the private rooms for their own entertainment.

Abel declined all male visitors; he was simply indulging his own mischievousness and required no gratitude from anyone.

For all he knew, people outside might be calling him a fool or sucker.

As for the beautiful women keen to curry favor through rewards, Abel welcomed them, yet remained emotionally uninvolved.

There was little he could do; at most, he could indulge in some harmless flirting.

Age was a factor, after all.

He had plenty of beauties to pursue in the future, so there was no rush for him now.

Feeling the timing was right, Abel reclined on the lap of one of the young ladies, enjoying services like massage and feeding, while casually steering the conversation towards gossip.

Gossip, especially among women, tended to flow endlessly once it began with a sufficient number of participants.

That's how Abel heard some interesting bits of information, such as the recent disappearances or suicides of several women from their group.

The owner's explanation was that those who disappeared did so because they couldn't handle the pressure of their job and had fled.

However, some had witnessed these women with evidence of abuse on their bodies before their so-called "escape" or "suicide," making people wonder if they had encountered particularly sadistic clients.

Then, amidst the gossip, a woman couldn't help but blurt out, "It's obviously because the courtesan Waruhime drove them to it! I've seen Rin covered in bruises, coming down from upstairs several times."

Slap!

Before she could finish, another woman, her face etched with panic, slapped her.

"Stop talking, you're drunk. Go rest downstairs," the second woman urged.

The slapped woman glanced around and realized what she had just divulged, quickly leaving in fear.

Waruhime was the top courtesan of the Kyogoku House!

If the words that had just been spoken reached her ears, the gossiping woman would likely soon disappear or "commit suicide" as well.

With her departure, the mood soured, and the desire to gossip seemed to vanish; everyone was now worried.

After all, no one could be sure that the same fate wouldn't befall them someday.

Abel looked thoughtfully upstairs, certain that there was something fishy about that woman named Waruhime. He just wasn't sure whether it was a human problem or something more supernatural.

He might have inadvertently chosen the perfect place to investigate—whether that was good or bad luck, he couldn't say.

He felt a twinge of sorrow: should he take the risk and sneak upstairs now?

If he made a mistake, it could tip off whoever was involved.

While he hesitated, another pair of eyes in the attic's darkness watched him intently, almost as if they could see through all obstacles.

Nearby on the floor lay a blond young man in women's clothing, his fate unknown.