With No Debts Left Unpaid

Rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle—!

The sound of a liquor bottle rolling across the marble.

Because Crimson Lips was absolutely safe, and because Bucky had an extraordinary relationship with Lucifer, he did not even need to worry about anyone coming to capture him.

Although this was an even more dangerous place, as long as he did not use the remaining two wishes he had received from Lucifer, everything would be fine.

As an investor in Crimson Lips, Bucky was not well regarded by the true "employees" here, but the standard services were still provided without omission. In that regard, Lucifer was fairly generous.

Inside a private booth, surrounded by bare bodies, Bucky felt as if his head were splitting apart. He figured he must have drunk far too much after talking with Lucifer last night. After that, he had completely lost himself in pleasure and had no idea how many times they had done it.

He painstakingly removed the arm a woman had hooked around his neck. The woman, wearing nothing but a short skirt, turned over and immediately fell back asleep.

Bucky rubbed his forehead and staggered to his feet. He glanced at the time. It was only a little after eleven in the morning.

His mouth felt like it was cracking... Ah, he really had drunk too much. He was even dry-heaving. The liquor at Lucifer's place was extremely special. It could make people drunk on life and dreamy death, letting them forget all their troubles.

Bucky saw the conductor, Keiji. This man, who had helped him escape, looked even more wretched now. His mouth was still latched onto the chest of a woman whose hair covered her face.

Bucky frowned and walked over to Keiji. He did not intend to wake Keiji, though. Instead, he grabbed the hair