Roy finally recalled that in succubus parlance,

"The stick"... was far more alluring than "the honey."

Completely different from his original meaning—where "the stick" meant punishment and "the honey" meant reward.

*Tch. My mistake.*

*What a lewd race!*

Yet also the race Roy trusted most—the most loyal to him.

He waved his hand. The adorable, clingy Succubus Princess Sophia crawled over like a kitten.

She nuzzled his palm with her cheek and nose, kneeling submissively.

Her tail swayed behind her.

From Roy’s angle, he could glimpse through the heart-shaped cutout of the white bodystocking she wore—

the soft swell of cleavage, shadowed and inviting.

"Speak. What caused such a drastic drop in revenue at your Dreamland Village?"

"It’s utterly incomparable to your sisters’ branches!"

There were many Succubus Princesses besides Sophia.

Roy had sent her sisters to establish Dreamland Village franchises across various nations and territories.

Partly to earn shiny gold coins. And partly...

Roy’s tone turned slightly stricter.

Sophia trembled from head to toe.

She could only try harder to please her master—looking even more pitiful, even more eager.

Kneeling, she inched closer. Her hands rested on Roy’s knees.

Her upturned gaze was heartbreakingly tender.

Then, she parted her lips slightly, taking one of Roy’s fingertips into her mouth.

Her pink tongue swirled teasingly, licking gently.

Only then did she explain between muffled sobs.

"Mmm... i-it’s ’cause... (words muffled) Sophia really, *really* tried!"

"Haa~ Sophia came up with a brilliant plan!"

"To corrupt these Eoliel nobles and officials!"

Excited, Sophia pulled his finger out, panting lightly as she continued.

"I launched a ‘Slash-and-Slash’ event!"

"If these nobles recruit friends to visit Dreamland Village together..."

"Not only do *they* get rewards—but their friends get ‘One-Day Succubus Trial Passes’ and ‘Three-Day Take-Home Grand Prizes’ too!"

"To achieve corruption, what’s a little lost profit?"

"Your Majesty! This month, our sisters at Dreamland Village... worked so hard!"

"Some were even... swollen..."

"But for Your Majesty’s grand vision? They’d never regret it!"

*She* certainly wouldn’t. Sophia’s loyalty belonged solely to the Demon King.

In other words—she was *not* for sale.

As for whether other succubi felt tired or humiliated...

Probably not.

After all, their race considered "the stick" a *reward*...

Though if a client underperformed...

A succubus might comfort him with "Small is cute too~" to his face.

But behind his back? She’d sigh in disappointment.

*Unsatisfied.*

Absorbing vitality in dreams was far slower than... direct methods in reality, after all.

Proudly, Sophia laid out her entire scheme:

Using "Slash-and-Slash" to corrupt Eoliel’s nobility.

Dragging them into recruiting others, turning Dreamland Village visits into a trend.

Now, Eoliel’s aristocratic circles buzzed with:

*"Bro, I’ve never asked you for anything—just come to Dreamland Village and slash my succubus pass!"*

Not all nobles and officials were wealthy!

Why pass up free indulgence?

The rich joined for the fun.

As superiors or peers of others, even the morally upright felt pressured to "blend in."

Some arrived looking like they’d lost their last coin, muttering *"I’m tainted... wuwu..."*

But after one night?

They glowed with renewed vigor.

They called the understanding succubi "kindred spirits," clinging to them reluctantly.

Dreamland Village would surely see them again.

Sophia truly had a business mind—and infectious passion.

Even in lingerie, her earnest expression shone when discussing work.

Confidently, she promised Roy:

"Short-term revenue dropped, yes. But these new clients won’t leave!"

"They’ll become our golden geese! Ah—I mean, *patrons*!"

"For months, years—even decades—Eoliel’s Dreamland Village will see terrifying revenue!"

"I must recruit more sisters from our tribe... or open new branches!"

"More importantly: as they drown in desire and lose vitality, how can they focus on duties by day?"

"To keep enjoying our services, even honest officials will break rules... seeking money beyond their salaries."

"From one point, to a surface, to the whole."

"Just as Your Majesty always says: *‘When one succubus flaps her wings, a storm rises across the Divine Sea.’*"

"Our small effort could mean everything!"

"One day, Eoliel’s entire government may fall to corruption!"

"When Eoliel becomes a fallen nation, Your Majesty’s army will conquer it without lifting a finger!"

"And that brings Your Majesty’s dream of world domination one step closer!"

By now, Sophia’s chest nearly brushed Roy’s lips in her pride.

She couldn’t wait for the Demon King’s reward.

But first, she added modestly:

"S-Sophia only did... a tiny bit of work."

"Just... *slightly* smarter and more driven than my sisters!"

Her tail, however, wagged wildly in front of Roy—

teasing him until he nearly wanted to pin her down and make her yowl.

He had to admit: Sophia was a business genius.

Without his hints, she’d independently recreated that vile "PDD" mechanism.

*Terrifying.*

So the young man applauded without restraint.

*Clap. Clap. Clap.*

"Sophia. Well done. You’ve greatly exceeded my expectations."

But one thing needed clarifying.

Roy’s tone shifted.

"However, Sophia."

"Y-yes, my lord!" Sophia quivered with excitement.

"Who told you my dream was world domination?"

"?"

This time, Sophia froze solid on the spot.