Devil's Department Store

Even for a werewolf with tenacious vitality, it took half his life to fully adapt to the work of the Devil's Department Store.

Out of the fear of the succubus' way of deducting wages from the floor, the two werewolves were quite active in learning, and they quickly got started, but the schedule of six in the morning and twelve in the evening is really too devilish!

The Devil’s Department Store does not include food and lodging, which means that the remaining six hours after Andrew’s work are not only for sleeping, but also foraging for food and finding a safe shelter. Werewolves are not like vampires and angels. The dark circles under the eyes are the same color as Belphegor.

The two werewolves yawned and made frequent mistakes at work. In just one week, the term of the contract of prostitution changed from 60 years for each to 80 years for each...

The werewolves quickly realized the problem, and it was impossible for them to pay off their debts if this continued!However, the contract was signed by myself, and the above regulations were all agreed by myself. No matter how unreasonable, there is no way to go back on it, so the couple did a mess of work during the day, and cried in their arms at night, because they were full of succubi. , can not see the future of tomorrow.

In the end, Miser couldn't stand it anymore—of course it wasn't because of the poor werewolf, but because of something they couldn't bear to be broken by the two of them!In the end, it was decided to let the werewolves stay in the Devil's Department Store to eat and sleep, and the working hours changed from six in the morning to twelve in the morning to six in the morning and ten in the morning.

Of course, the meal and accommodation expenses are calculated separately, and the shortened working hours are also calculated separately. After adding them up, the two werewolves need to work for the succubus for 150 years.

Andrew: "..."

Andrea: "..."

Andrea said calmly: "150 years is better than a lifetime."

Andrew: "Whooooooooooooooooooh..."

In any case, the road of the two werewolves to work and pay off their debts was finally on the right track.

But the werewolf may make a small profit (?), and Miser will never lose money.

The werewolves are full of strength, far surpassing other races in terms of strength and speed, not to mention that these are two wolves. As soon as they got started, six of the eight employees originally employed in the store were immediately laid off. Miser saved twice the cost in total!

Based on this calculation, the previous transaction was not a loss. To be precise, it should be a big profit.

"It's really a big profit," the witch counted with her fingers: "The value of the two of them working for 60 years is 20, three times is 60, and 150 years is 150 million, although it is not as good as the money earned by the mermaid. , but for labor spending, it’s also a big deal.”

Miser smiled slightly when he heard this.

The witch trembled from his laughter: "You...what are you doing?"

Miser said with a blank face: "Who told you that it has been 150 years and you have lied to me, and you still want to leave one day?"

Witch: "..."

Too naive, werewolves, do you really think you can leave after 150 years of hard work?Not to mention that in order to ensure their position as the leader of the wolf, they always have to take time out for a few days to go out to fight, and there is a high probability of work problems after returning, even if Miser eats a few more vegetables for dinner?The next day, I will have a barbecue during working hours. Are you afraid that you will not make a mistake?hehe……

A kind smile appeared on Miser's face: "I will take good care of them for the rest of their lives."

Witch: "..."

The witch couldn't help asking: "Are you human? You were lied to just once, it's so miserable..."

"Go!" Miser said disgustedly: "If you think I'm not human, don't come here for food!"

Ever since she ate Miser's cake, the witch has completely resented, and she comes to Devil's Department Store every day to eat.

The witch really didn't expect that Miser, a stingy devil who can make fruit juice into torture tools, would have such a good skill!God knows that when he ate the cake that day, he was prepared to give himself first aid, but in fact, it can be said to be the most delicious little cake he has ever eaten in his life!It's so delicious that he can eat this every day, every meal for the rest of his life!

Although the witch found out that Miser didn't cook at all after frequent meals, the food cooked by the employees was actually not bad. The most important thing was that it was convenient. You didn't have to do it yourself, and you could save a lot of time for experiments.

This is simply a bachelor's dream cafeteria, so since then, the witch has been reporting to the meal every day on time.

"Why don't you rub it?" The witch said confidently: "I paid for the food! I even wash my own dishes!"

Miser rolled his eyes at him.

What he wants to open is a devil's department store, not a devil's restaurant!

Miser was about to say something to the witch again, but Harry walked over from behind with a face full of reluctance, knocked on the table of the cash register, and said to Miser in displeasure, "Then who is looking for you?"

Whoever Harry was talking about was His Majesty the Demon King. Miser acted a little harder that day, and Belphinger's dark circles hadn't disappeared, and he didn't want to go out these days, so he locked himself in the room every day, just in time to rest.

But it’s time to sleep, and Belphinger didn’t stop, but he was trying to manipulate the succubus, kissing and hugging, drinking drinks and snacks, Miser didn’t feel like he had found a boyfriend, like Find a son.

Alas, there is no other way, I chose it myself, I beat it myself, what else can I do?pet it...

Miser sighed, put down the work in the witch's gloating eyes mixed with envy and jealousy, and went into the room.

When Miser entered, Belphegor was resting with his eyes closed. As soon as he felt the succubus approaching, His Majesty the Demon King shamelessly lifted the bed.

Miser: "..."

Miser had to kick off his shoes, got in, and nestled into Belphinger's arms.

Belphegor stroked Miser's back, closed his eyes and whispered, "I want to eat fried asparagus tonight."

"Hello, Your Majesty Beelzebub, how is the Seventh Hell doing?" Miser said eccentrically.

Belphegor couldn't help laughing, and opened his eyes to look at him.

Miser complained in a low voice: "Can't you go out and find me if there is anything? Or you can send a text message from hell, you don't know the way Harry looks at me, just like I am his mother, cheating Kind of."

Belphegor smiled even more happily and said, "Then I should call everyone and let them know about our affair."

"...Damn! What a shame!" Miser stared at him in disbelief: "You're pretty proud of yourself?"

Belphegor was still smiling shamelessly there, until he realized that Miser's expression was not right, he quickly restrained his expression, and said pitifully, "Look at my eyes, how can I get out?"

Miser felt guilty when he mentioned this, and whispered, "Where's your sunglasses?"

"I don't want to wear sunglasses," Belphegor snorted. "I can't see clearly with sunglasses."

The glasses on Belphinger's body were not entirely decorative. He did have some prescriptions, although low, but wearing sunglasses was indeed annoying.

Miser had no choice but to coax: "Okay, okay, don't wear it or not."

Belphegor added, "Rub it for me."

Miser stretched out her hand and gently rubbed his eyes.

The little hand of the succubus was warm, Belphegor let out a satisfied sigh, and continued to emphasize: "I will eat fried asparagus tonight."

"Eat, eat, eat," Miser said without bottom line: "Let Harry go out and buy now!"

"Not now," Belphegor said. "Now you have to sleep with me."

"Sleep!" Miser said, put down her hands, and burrowed into his arms.

Belphegor hugged him, frowned, and said, "No, I have to rub my eyes."

Miser: "..."

If His Majesty's eyes were not still dark, the succubus might have already made a move, but in the end, Miser sighed and continued rubbing his eyes.

Although there were two dark circles under his eyes, when Belphinger made no expression, his cold and handsome face was still full of menace. Miser looked up at him slightly, and couldn't help laughing again.

His Majesty the Demon King has lived for thousands of years, so who else can he act like a spoiled child to?Miser thought, and gently gave the other party a loving kiss.

Belphegor got asparagus as he wished for dinner. Miser fried it with his own hands. The witch tried to sneak a bite but failed. She even got kicked by the succubus on her ass. After eating while standing up, she limped home .

And because Miser was in an inexplicably good mood, His Majesty the Demon King also received extra benefits.

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In the middle of the night, Miser and Belphegor were sleeping in a hug.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

There was a knock on the door, but neither of them woke up.

"Duk tuk, tuk tuk, tuk tuk..."

Miser frowned, and arched his head into Belphinger's arms, and His Majesty the Demon King unconsciously cooperated and hugged him even tighter.

However, the knocking on the door continued. Finally, Miser couldn't help but frowned and let out a moaning sound.

Belphegor had no intention of waking up at all, but his hand automatically patted Miser's back. Normally speaking, when the succubus did this when he was not sleeping well, the other party would calm down soon, but knocking on the door The voice was so persistent that eventually Miser was woken up.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and muttered irritably, "Who is it?"

Belphegor's sleep quality is good, and he hasn't woken up yet.

Miser kicked him angrily and said, "Who is it!"

Belphegor woke up this time: "What?"

Miser saw that the other party had woken up, so he closed his eyes in peace of mind, and murmured, "There is a knock on the door, go and have a look."

Belphegor sighed, he didn't want to get out of bed at all, but the succubus fell asleep again after waking him up, and His Majesty the Demon King had no choice but to get up from the bed without any complaints.

But something was wrong, Belphinger dressed slowly, thinking silently, who would knock on his and Miser's bedroom door in the middle of the night?

The vampire outside the door was holding a gift in his hand. Although he was wearing a modern three-piece suit, his calm and haughty demeanor made him look like an aristocratic gentleman who had traveled through countless centuries.

On his pale and handsome face was a decent yet alienated smile, beside his expensive shiny leather shoes were two werewolves who were unconscious, their hands were still knocking on the door.

Although he and His Majesty the Demon King were old acquaintances, polite vampires could not enter other people's rooms at will without the invitation of the master.