Cash in coming.

Inside the dimly lit yet lavishly decorated office, Ye Xuan sat across from Madam Liu, the enigmatic owner of the host club. The faint aroma of expensive perfume lingered in the air, mixing with the subtle scent of aged wood from the grand desk, separating them.

She leaned back in her chair, her crimson lips curling into a smirk as she slid a sleek, black envelope toward him. "Your first night's earnings," she said smoothly, her tone carrying a hint of amusement.

Ye Xuan picked up the envelope, feeling the satisfying weight of cash inside. With a flick of his fingers, he pulled out the stack of neatly arranged bills—thick, crisp, and far more than he had anticipated.

Wei Zhen's voice hummed in the background. 'See? Hard work does pay off. Well, in your case, it's more about charm than hard work.'

Madam Liu observed him, her sharp gaze lingering. "Not bad for your first night, Ye Xuan. You handled yourself well, and the private lounge? That was a nice bonus. Customers are already asking about you."

He smirked slightly, tucking the envelope into his jacket. "Glad to know I made an impression."

She chuckled, standing up gracefully. "You'll do well here... if you play your cards right." With that, she dismissed him, but not before adding, "Don't get too comfortable. The real game has only just begun."

As Ye Xuan stepped out of the office, he glanced at the thick wad of cash once more. This was just the beginning.

Throughout the night, Ye Xuan had entertained two more customers, each uniquely captivating yet equally demanding.

The first was a sultry woman with deep violet hair, her eyes filled with playful mischief as she tested his conversational skills. Ye Xuan knew exactly how to maintain the balance—not too distant, not too eager. He responded to her teasing with subtle, well-timed counterattacks, keeping her engaged without overstepping.

The second was a sophisticated lady draped in a designer dress, a cool demeanor masking her curiosity. She wasn't here for playful banter; she wanted refined company. Ye Xuan adjusted his approach, speaking in a low, confident tone, offering occasional insights on art, travel, and luxury—topics he barely knew but played off with conviction thanks to Wei Zhen's whispered advice.

Wei Zhen chuckled in his mind, 'You're getting the hang of this, kid. Women love a man who listens, but they crave a man who leads the conversation where they want it to go.'

By the end of the night, Ye Xuan had not only kept them entertained but had secured future visits from both women. More importantly, he had racked up enough high-end liquor sales to earn a hefty commission.

The moment Ye Xuan stepped inside, exhaustion hit him like a truck. He tossed his jacket onto the chair, loosening his tie as he collapsed onto the couch.

He fished the envelope out of his pocket, staring at the cash inside. The private lounge alone had brought in a fortune, with the commission for the premium wine stacking on top of it. For one night's work, he had earned more than he used to make in a month.

Wei Zhen's voice echoed softly, 'Not bad, huh? And to think, you were skeptical about this job.'

Ye Xuan exhaled, rubbing his temples. "Yeah, but damn… this is draining."

The room was silent except for the faint hum of the city outside. His legs ached, but there was an undeniable sense of satisfaction in his chest.

Ye Xuan pulled out the thick envelope from his pocket, his fingers running over the crisp edges of the bills inside. With a quick count, his tired eyes widened slightly—21,600 RMB.

12,000 RMB from the private lounge, where high-end service and premium wine rack up a massive bill.

6,000 RMB in commissions from drink sales throughout the night.

3,600 RMB as his base cut from regular hosting and tips.

Wei Zhen let out an approving hum in his mind. "Not bad for a first night, huh? Most guys take months to hit a number like this."

Ye Xuan leaned back against the couch, the weight of the money heavy in his hands. "Damn… I really made this much in one night."

A chuckle echoed in his head. "And here you were hesitating before. You haven't even tapped into the real potential yet."

Exhaustion pulled at him, but the sight of the money was enough to keep his mind spinning. His body ached, his shirt still carried traces of expensive perfume, and the taste of fine liquor lingered on his lips.

One night—21,600 RMB.

This was just the beginning.

Ye Xuan exhaled, rubbing his temples as he recalled the events of the night.

'They were all beautiful.' The thought lingered, making him realize just how different this world was from his usual daily life.

A low chuckle rang in his mind—Wei Zhen's voice, smooth and knowing. "Of course they were. What, you thought a high-end host bar would have anything less?"

Zhang Hu joined in with a snort. "Listen, kid. Rich men don't settle for average. Their wives, their mistresses... all top-tier beauties. And where do the neglected ones go when they feel lonely?"

Ye Xuan glanced at the thick stack of cash in his hands, finally understanding. The host bar wasn't just about conversation and drinks—it was a playground for the elite, a place where beauty and wealth intersected.

Wei

 Zhen's voice carried a teasing edge. "Kid, you've just scratched the surface. If you play it right, these rich women won't just be drinking with you—they'll be in your bed before long."

Ye Xuan scoffed, but a part of him couldn't deny the thrill creeping into his veins.

Zhang Hu chuckled. "Don't tell me you're still playing the good guy act? Women like them don't come to places like this for just words, boy. Their husbands might own the city, but in bed? They're starving."

Wei Zhen's voice turned almost instructional. "You think they come here for a chat? No. They come because they want to be wanted. Give them that feeling, and soon they'll be crawling into your sheets, begging for more."

Ye Xuan's grip tightened around the bills in his hand. He had seen the looks in their eyes—the curiosity, the temptation.

Maybe… just maybe, this job was about to get even more interesting.

The atmosphere in Ye Xuan's dimly lit apartment shifted the moment he stepped inside. His body ached from exhaustion, but just as he was about to collapse onto the bed, an eerie presence filled the room. A deep, sultry chuckle echoed in his mind—one that didn't belong to Zhang Hu or Wei Zhen.

"Hoh? A mortal who deals with wandering souls… and not just any souls, but those that thrive on desire?"

Ye Xuan's body stiffened as a foreign presence wrapped around him, warm yet dangerously intoxicating. A figure, neither fully present nor entirely incorporeal, emerged from the shadows.

A man—no, something far beyond human—stood before him. Tall, draped in dark silk robes, his skin exuded a faint golden sheen, and his long crimson hair cascaded over his broad shoulders. His eyes glowed like embers, smirking as if he had already seen through every inch of Ye Xuan's being.

"You've been walking a very interesting path, boy," the entity mused. "Entertaining lonely, unsatisfied women... absorbing the knowledge of the dead... and unknowingly, stepping into my domain."

Ye Xuan's throat ran dry. "Who the hell are you?"

The figure let out a low laugh. "I am Arzakan, the Incubus God. And you, little mortal, have caught my attention."

Wei Zhen, usually the confident charmer, fell silent. Zhang Hu, too, gave no sarcastic remarks. This presence was beyond anything they had encountered.

"From this moment on, I bestow upon you a gift... a power fitting for one who dares to tread my domain. Let's see if you have what it takes to handle it."

Before Ye Xuan could react, an overwhelming surge of energy coursed through his body—his skin burned, his senses sharpened, and a strange heat pooled in his core. His vision blurred for a second before settling into something more... primal.

And just like that, Arzakan was gone.

But his words lingered.

"Make good use of it, mortal. You'll soon understand the true nature of pleasure... and the hunger it brings."

A sharp chime rang through Ye Xuan's mind, followed by a translucent screen flashing before his eyes. His breath hitched as he saw unfamiliar text materialize in sleek, crimson letters.

[Incubus System Activated]

Welcome, Ye Xuan. You have caught the interest of the Incubus God, Arzakan. As a chosen mortal, you will now gain abilities befitting your newfound path.

Ye Xuan's eyes widened as he scanned the details.

Name: Ye Xuan

Level: 1 (Incubus Initiate)

Skills:

Seduction (Lv. 1): Enhances natural charm and allure, making interactions smoother.

Erogenous Sense (Lv. 1): Allows the user to instinctively detect a woman's sensitive points.

Charm Resistance (Lv. 1): Protects against mental manipulation from seduction-based techniques.

Next Level: 0/500 EXP

Another notification appeared.

[New Passive Ability Unlocked: Incubus Physique]

Your stamina and endurance are enhanced, allowing for prolonged activity without fatigue. Body naturally exudes a faint yet irresistible pheromone to those attracted to men.

Wei Zhen whistled inside Ye Xuan's mind. 'Well, well, kid. It looks like you just got a serious upgrade. It looks like we're about to have some real fun.'

Zhang Hu chuckled. 'This isn't just any boost. This is a straight-up cheat code.'

Ye Xuan clenched his fists, feeling the newfound strength coursing through his body. The fatigue from working all night seemed to fade slightly, replaced by an unnatural vitality.

"System... Status," he muttered, and the panel reappeared instantly.