The Fake Saint of a Reverse Harem Game

“How did this innocent girl somehow fall in love with our Ares?”

Edith looked like a typical aristocratic lady, so although she boasted delicate and elegant features, she didn’t look as docile as Jian.

‘Of course, I don’t think she’s innocent.’

However, in the eyes of the Red House employees, Edith seemed like an immature young lady who didn’t know much about the world.

“My lady, it seems that you only considered his appearance… Our boss has a much dirtier personality than how he seems to be.”

In terms of filthy, Edith might have been the filthiest. I smiled and waved my hand at the employee’s words.

“No way… It couldn’t be.”

“Well, do you know how many people our boss took by the neck yesterday?”

The staff put on a stern face as if to scare me away. Nevertheless, when I didn’t budge, he let out a sigh and handed me a sweet cocktail.

“Anyway, the boss has a long way to work, so drink and wait.”

Oh! It’s alcohol!

I’m not much of a huge drinker – I’m really just normal – but I enjoy drinking to some extent, and I picked up the pretty cocktail from the employee. The mysterious vermillion-tinged cocktail was as beautiful as the sunset contained in a glass.

By the time I hummed and brought the glass to my lips since it was my favorite cocktail, I heard someone say, “This lady from early evening…”

The glass quickly moved away from me.

“Lord Ares, you are fairly early today, aren’t you?”

He brushed his hair and put the cocktail back on the bar.

“Lady, are you an alcoholic?” Ares said with a sigh.

He pushed out the glass with a snap, and I shook my head sharply at the look he gave me, which seemed like he was pitying me.

“No, I’m not”.

“But why are you drinking every single time you come?”

I was taken aback with Ares criticizing me.

“No… this is a gambling house and a bar,” I simply replied.

The Red House that he ran was occupied by chess tables, various game tables, and rooms except for the large lounge bar at the very center.

“I have no money to gamble, so I don’t have a choice but to drink instead.”

How else was I going to spend this long night here?

“If you have no business to do, then don’t come.”

My lips pouted at Ares’ sour reply.

“Then if I do that, I can’t meet Ares.”

“Why do you want to meet me so badly?”

“I told you. Your face is my type.”

Ares could only shut his mouth like a clam at my blunt remark.

It wasn’t obvious because of his tanned skin, but Ares scratched his cheeks and belatedly said, “My apologies, but the lady isn’t my cup of tea,” he said.

“You’re lying.”

I played the woman who was so in love with Ares… he shrugged his shoulders, and I glanced at his erection status.

There wasn’t any progress, but Ares was already three peppers. It was ahead of Curtis, who I interacted with from the beginning of the game.

‘I guess he does have a preference for my face and features.’

Unlike Jian, who had a slim and slender body, Edith boasted the perfect body of a villainess inside-out. In a way, Edith had more advantages in attacking Ares, who liked glamor in the early stages.

“My lady, it’s great that you are confident, but it’s not attractive to cling to a man who doesn’t like you.”

“When did I ever cling to you? I was only sitting quietly at the bar and looked at your face.”

I felt a little upset and furrowed my brows. Since he was so handsome, the time I spent looking around wasn’t boring. Thinking that we already had a lot of encounters, I thought there should’ve been a quest to enter his route, but the system was so quiet and his nervousness rose.

“Still, having guests who don’t gamble come every day and drink only alcohol is damaging to our house.”

“Oh, no. Quite the contrary boss,” the employee defended me as he wiped glasses, “Thanks to the lady, the number of male customers has recently increased.”

“That’s right. There are even customers who come to see the lady.”

Ares stared fiercely at the employee and ground his teeth, and the employees who were whispering among themselves instantly shut up.

“My lady, it seems like you’ve heard of the rumor that I hang out with any girl and that I’m easy.”

I couldn’t deny Ares’ words as he immediately opened his mouth with a sigh. But it wasn’t too far from the truth.

‘But he is called Ares the slut, after all.’

As if he had read my thoughts, Ares frowned and said, “No matter how much of a slut I am, I really don’t sleep with any woman.”