Demon Immortal

The Fallen Leaves Bar was one of the hotspots in the entire Starsinger Town. It is a melting pot of humans from different walks of life. Situated in the outskirts of the town, a little ways away from the road that led to the spirit mine located outside of the town, it was the place where everyone from miners to farmers met in the evening to spend some time.

While the bar was open from the afternoon till midnight, the crowd truly flooded the place when it was evening. As it wasn't evening yet, Duncan was able to find a place to sit relatively easily. He ordered his favorite pot of wine and relaxed in his seat.

As Duncan began drinking, his body relaxed further causing him to let out a sigh of contentment. He felt his worries melting away as he indulged himself in the taste of the wine. Even his anger towards the old fart was gradually forgotten as he got intoxicated more and more.

Duncan drank without a care for more than two hours. Even then, he was only slightly tipsy. Duncan had learned long ago that his body had a high tolerance for alcohol that some might even say that it was inhuman. It was one of his proudest features.

By the time he was sixteen, he could drink several old coots under the table. Ever since he discovered his body's high tolerance for alcohol, he began to enjoy the process of drinking more and more. It was one of the few pleasures Duncan indulged in his dull life.

As Duncan lost himself in the beautiful world of drinking, a voice interrupted his bliss, causing Duncan to look up and scowl.

"Oi Duncan! What are you doing here at this time cad? Didn't you go to work?"

The moment Duncan saw the owner of the voice standing before him, his scowl morphed into a lecherous smile.

"Ah Bessa! Come join me. It has been a long time since I saw you," Duncan said with enthusiasm.

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"Hmmph, at least you remember that," Bessa snorted as she sat opposite to him.

Duncan merely hummed as he took in Bessa's bountiful breasts. In his inebriated state, they looked particularly mouthwatering. Not to mention, how Bessa had dressed particularly to emphasize that particular asset of hers.

"What happened? Why haven't you visited me in a long time? By the way, why are you drinking here all alone instead of going to work?" Bessa asked as she poured herself a cup of wine from Duncan's pot nonchalantly.

"Huh, don't mention it," Duncan said waving his hands. "Even thinking about brings my mood down. No need to think about such bad things when you are near me."

"You haven't lost your job, have you?" Bessa asked with narrowed eyes.

"How come? I was merely tired to go to work. I will be back to work tomorrow. You don't need to worry about it."

Duncan waved his hands anxiously. He knew that Bessa was a whore. The moment she thought he had lost his work, she would turn her face and walk away from him without a second glance.

It is well known in the community that Bessa's legs only opened if your purse opened and spilled its coins. Despite her atrocious attitude, Duncan had a soft spot for Bessa as she was the one to whom he lost his virginity.

As they say, the first experience is always special.

Despite his awkwardness at the age of sixteen, Bessa was patient with him and taught him a lot during the few times he had shared the bed with Bessa. It had helped him a lot when he had sweet-talked the crofter's daughter into his bed at the age of seventeen. For that, he was always grateful to her.

In fact, most men visiting The Fallen Leaves Bar had a soft spot for Bessa, as she was the best lay available here. In the bed, Bessa was truly a wild cat. Unlike others, Bessa truly enjoyed her profession. She was what one would call a veritable slut.

Duncan licked his lips as he recalled his memories with Bessa. He decided that while laying with Bessa would once more put a huge dent in his savings, it would also be a good way to end his horrible day. So, with a sweet smile, he gently grabbed Bessa's hands.

Bessa's eyes narrowed at his action, but it only lasted for a moment before she gave Duncan a winsome smile.

Emboldened by her smile, Duncan spoke, "So, Bessa, what do you say? We haven't met for a long while. How about we rectify that with a heart-to-heart conversation in your room?"

Bessa giggled like a besotted girl before replying, "Oh Duncan, I have missed your sweet tongue a lot. I would be glad to accompany you this afternoon."

Even when he knew that Bessa's giggles were fake, Duncan's heart couldn't help but quicken. He felt his little brother stand up in his pants eagerly.

"Oh, I too have missed everything about you Bessa. Especially…" Duncan's eyes zeroed in on her magnificent assets that were shaking from her giggling.

'Damn, the wench really knows how to drive men mad' Duncan said inwardly as he brought Bessa's hands to his lips and kissed them.

"Ah, ah, Duncan," Bessa giggled once more, "you know the rules don't you?" Bessa asked as she leaned forward showing her ample cleavage leaving little to the imagination.

"Of course, of course," Duncan replied with a smile before searching his pockets for his coins. He took out Bessa's regular rate and placed them on the table.

Without any shame, Bessa swept the coins in her hand and stood up. She closed the distance between them and planted a kiss on his lips, before turning around and walking towards the back with her hips sashaying.

As Duncan's eyes zeroed in on her ass, he couldn't help but gulp. He stood up and took a large gulp from his wine pot, before following her ass towards the back. He saw Bessa deposit her coins to Big Rock, before continuing through the door. When Duncan followed her, Big Rock gave him a knowing smile before motioning him to go on.

Big Rock is the reason that no one made trouble with Bessa. It was rumored that he was a cultivator, so none of the townsfolk wanted to have him on their wrong side. And Big Rock was pretty reasonable. He never interfered until they paid the money. Apart from protecting the whores working in the bar and collecting money, Big Rock rarely made trouble for anyone.

With anticipation building inside him, Duncan made his way toward Bessa's room. He could hardly wait to eat her up.