Goddess Wives x Eternal Dungeon

Chapter 174: Chapter 7: A Little Bit Of Meaning To These Actions?

I sat on a very comfortable leather sofa with a low back, leaning with both arms spread out; the smell of alcohol and expensive cigars lingered in the air of the broken gambling den, a pseudo casino illegally held underground, a regular club.

There were several men and women all kneeling before me.

Ayr and Ella got a little too excited and ended up almost half killing their leader, who cried out Gao Wei's name. They did not know that the little man was being shafted by Bobby, the builder's raging hard pole.

Honestly, I didn't even care about these places, and after having Tsumiko call up Cassandra, she had already sent her elite ten to come and deal with the mess.

"I wonder how long they will take to clean up the other two places..."

"Master... you were a bit too brutal; what if the police come to get you?"

"Hah? Why should Master worry? He just yelled a little, and the man exploded..."

Ayr and Ella argued with each other, which only caused the poor people kneeling to be even more terrified.

Despite everyone else being excited, the small-level members who snuck after us when they got the information of the first club we ransacked and found one of their small drug factories, I wondered if the feeling of crushing these people was so empty.

But there was nobody to speak to... Ayr and Ella rushed outside as the door was kicked open with five women in combat gear, silver ears and tails... and harsh faces who looked at me with a cold and passive look.

They were the girls who supported Cassandra since the start and hated that I was now the leader above them... Well, not like things can be rushed; I respect their care and loyalty to her and thus didn't separate them.

Alas, it seems them accepting me will take much longer.

"Boss Rai..." Her husky voice showed respect, and to my surprise, she no longer called me by the previous title.

Maybe this is the important part of doing this and helping my gang.

Hearing her call me with a different tone and applying the boss sound to her greeting made this suddenly not feel so empty... it wasn't just her either.

The tallest woman was called Gretel, not her true name, but after suffering a horrific childhood, she met Cassandra when they were young, and thus, because she has a sweet tooth, Cass gave her that name.

I am not supposed to know this, but Cassandra is talkative when we drink.

"Morning Gretel and Co. Sorry that it's taken me so long to do something to help our beloved Cassandra." Since we mostly worked at night, the morning was the apt term or at least my night job at the warehouse taught me.

"Umu."

I tried to make my tone serious but with a hint of passion as some girls showed a smirk, and others reacted amusingly.

"Tsk, it took you so fucking long..." A small girl with spiked twin tails pointed at me, holding a baseball bat with nails inside.

She was a strange woman, nearly thirty, but with such a small height, it was ridiculous! The moment she became a werewolf, she also gained a large chest and plump ass, which seemed to make her confidence soar.

But I didn't mind Miao Miao's cheeky action. Even the calm lady beside her found it cute.

"Ah... true. I should have done this so long ago, right Miao Miao!"

"Hah!? What are you speaking so friendly with me, damn perverted horse! shh shh!" This girl turned away, pretending to spit on the floor and shoo me away.

"Mimi! Behave! He's our boss!"

Gretel scolded Miao Miao, but I wasn't mad at her because it was cute.

So I stepped beside her using extreme speed and flicked her nose before dodging back from her swift uppercut.

The sound of the wind whistled as her fist passed my face, like in those old-fashioned fighting games.

Her little body spun around as she dropped from the air, looking at me with a red nose and tears in her eyes.

But before she could speak, I turned to Gretel.

"Are you able to deal with this place too? This time, give most of the credit to Miao Miao when reporting to Cassandra."

"Hah!? Who wants your damn credit, bastard!" Miao Miao lunged at me like a little squirrel, so I just lifted her and spun her around before slamming her onto the sofa with a thud and then squishing her face.

"Shut it, midget! Or I'll tear off your pants and spank your fat ass right here!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Hahahah!"

I heard several whispers that made me feel a little amused, but the same whispers were heard by Miao Miao, which made her extremely berserk as we began to play fight on the sofa. Somehow, this flexible girl could escape my grasp easily!

"Why does Miao Miao pretend to dislike our Boss? She's having the time of her life like this."

"True, haha. None of the guys at the gym could stand her wrestling mania, and soon quit..."

"Yet now she's being chokeslammed through the wooden table and brawling just how she always talked about when drunk..."

Three of the elite ten were gossiping, making Miao Miao, who was trying to strangle me with her short legs in a triangle, look embarrassed.

Taking advantage of her being conflicted, I pulled out of her hold by lifting her into the air and smashing her onto the sofa with a powerbomb.

Why would I feel bad?

This girl used to try hitting me with a superkick each time I visited Cassandra late at night!

***

Not long after that, Miao Miao and I stopped playing because Gretel got angry and told me to leave...

She seemed mad we were having fun and didn't invite her. Or at least that's what me and Miao Miao agreed upon.

"Phew..." I sighed, taking in the warm and musky air of the city. It was a little warm and dusty with a scent of copper and ale.

"Master, what's the matter?" Ayr asked me while we walked with our fingers entangled like lovers. Since we spent together, our relationship became like lovers, so when alone, she would grab my fingers and hold them like this.

"Ella and Tsumiko went home for sure, right?"

"Yeah, of course. Why?"

"No... Those two girls know me too well and it always feels they will turn up randomly somehow."

"...You're right..."

Like this, we shared a simple walk and chatted like lovers; because I felt too excited to go home and it was still quite early, we decided to go to a random bar... It didn't seem related to any gangs and was very high-end.

****

The bar was called 'Night Owl' and was located in the central district near the most prominent shopping centres and expensive boutiques...

The building looked like a giant owl with its wings spread, almost like a bird cage with bars over the windows, yet it didn't look tacky or ugly... all the fixtures were carved wood and glass with a retro style, unlike the usual neon signs and flashing lights...

The moment we entered, jazz played loudly, filling the air with trumpets and saxophones... as a beautiful woman in a neat suit and the scent of whiskey flowed over the counter...

She guided us to the main bar; after we paid the top fee, I made a VIP card in Ayr's name. Since she had no surname... I gave her mine, and for some reason, her face looked extremely happy after that... holding the card with her tail dancing like a wild fox finding fresh meat.

We sat in one of the larger booths with leather seats and soft velvet cushions, allowing us to sit comfortably and relax as the bartender approached and introduced himself.

"Welcome to Night Owl. My name is Vincent, and I will be serving you today. May I know what drinks you would prefer?" His professional tone and polite behaviour made me smile... because even though Ayr was smoking hot, he looked at me with a respectful look and the same for her, earning points in my book.

"Honestly, I am a novice when selecting drinks. May I ask for your expertise for a strong, sweet and well-scented brandy or scotch? And a drink you think might suit my partner; she is a better drinker than me, haha."

The more I started interacting with others, the less inferior I felt even when admitting my shortcomings, be it Midori, Kana, Anastasia or Cassandra; thanks to them, I had begun to grow out of my shell this past month.

Vincent smiled professionally, nodding as he turned to Ayr with a charming smile, "May I ask what flavours or types of alcohol Miss enjoys?"

"Strong, sour and fruity. Maybe mixed with juice?" Ayr's reply was honest and straightforward, causing Vincent to nod as he excused himself politely.

While we waited, I enjoyed the music, turning to see a stage with a large piano and several people playing different instruments beautifully...

The atmosphere was excellent, relaxing, and not overly sexualised or filled with drugs and violence... Honestly, it reminded me of a film set in the 1920s with a handsome gentleman and a dashing female singer.

It made me chuckle lightly as Vincent returned with two glasses on a tray with ice and fruits...

He placed the first glass before Ayr and explained the flavour, "Miss requested strong, sour and fruity. Thus, I selected a drink perfect for your tastes; this is an Americo Apple Brandy mixed with grapefruit juice and lemonade, giving it a sharp taste but followed by a refreshing finish."

Ayr sniffed it before smiling happily, sipping slowly... "Mnn!! This is great! Master~ try it~" She passed the drink to me, and I tasted it, enjoying the slightly tart and sharp taste followed by a refreshing flavour... honestly, it suited Ayr perfectly...

Vincent smiled professionally before placing my drink down...

"Sir requested strong, sweet and well-scented. Thus, I selected Glenlivet Scotch Whiskey mixed with honey syrup and vanilla essence to create a unique and powerful fragrance."

Unlike Ayr's drink, this drink was darker... but it smelled incredible... so I tasted it immediately...

The moment the liquid touched my tongue, a sweet aroma burst with the flavour of oak and spice, followed by a smooth sweetness and light scent of vanilla... and a warmth that spread through my body... it was like the heat set fire to a small wick in my body... and that emptiness I felt earlier was burned to cinders...

I looked at Vincent before adding a tip double the normal amount and ordered refills when we finished. He was so smart and professional that even earning several hundred dollars did nothing but make him smile warmly.

Looking at Ayr drinking happily, I knew she was truly enjoying herself... and I couldn't help but kiss her because, at that moment, she was as beautiful as that singer in the movie... and I wanted to be her handsome gentleman.

"Ayr..."

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"Mhmm?"

"Let's go to the dungeon together."