The whole dust robbery never stopped.

  It was just that Roman took a different approach to the whole thing in which he didn't need a crew to assist him with the heists.

  That's the reason I wasn't called all this time besides going to the warehouse to move crates as always and the constant flow of dust with more weapons put Cinder on a somewhat happy note, and didn't bother any of us which in turn her ckeys didn't try any shit with me, especially Emerald because she knows I will punch her hard next time.

  And for Mercury, I will break his legs sooner or ter. Hopefully sooner.

  How did I piece this together?

  Well, it's all about deduction.

  And then there's Neo, who provides a firsthand account of everything through selfies. Just like the robbery she is in right now, her illusory sembnce shows how dangerous it can be.

  She just sent me a picture of her disguised as a shop clerk fshing the peace sign with her free hand. The picture was taken just at the right angle to see Roman working on something in the background and the real clerk tied up on the floor.

  An idea crosses my mind, nothing evil.

  'I will report your bad deeds, you know?'

  'Bad kitty ?(? `н′?)?'?

  'Yep, I'm a baaaaad kitty.'?I let out a chuckle, but that small joy soon drains from my face as I receive another picture to my scroll.

  This time, it is me smiling at the camera with a thumbs up, clearly stealing dust with my identity in full dispy.

  'Don't tease meeeee ?(?`?′?)?'

  'You win, sorry.'??

  I sigh in defeat, sending my scroll straight to my inventory. A total clear sign to stop trying to be a smartass with Neo. I mean, I can try to up my game, but she will get more unhinged.

  Time to go back to the mundane task at hand; cleaning the gss cups. Obviously, they weren't used, but Junior has a strict policy that demanded they be spotless.

  But there is a small annoyance that constantly more often than not gets my attention, my new uniform. It is rather tight around the neck, an annoyance I have to address by pulling at it from time to time. Despite being a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things, it adds more irritation at what might be a new routine.

  Hopefully, it will loosen up over time.

  Despite the minor compint, I find myself appreciating the sleek bck tuxedo vest and the matching bowtie. Surprisingly, formal attire seems to compliment me, introducing a new sense of style that I didn't expect. There is an undeniable allure to the get up, evoking a feeling of superiority over others. It made sense why everyone adhered to this dress code. It carries a certain implicit power.

  Although, it will be a look reserved only for the job.

  I still prefer my normal clothes. No amount of snazzy bow-ties could repce that after all.

  Gss after gss, I wipe each one meticulously. Bringing a freshly cleaned gss to eye level, I hold it up to the light, inspecting for any lingering dirty spots. Satisfied with my work, I return it to its pce on the shelf.

  On to the next cup.

  However, my pns are interrupted when a pstic menu or some kind of drink instructions slides in front of me. I squint at it, trying to read it but a couple of fingers make it really hard to read that card.

  Gncing toward the origin of said hand and the pstic sheet, I spot my new boss Junior, ever the big man, holding a stack of those pstic sheets with recipes written on them.

  "I expect you to memorize them," he decres sternly, dropping the rest on the counter. "And adjust your tie."

  With a resigned sigh, I wrestle with the dumb piece around my neck, tightening it once more. Only then I pick up one drink recipe from the bunch, trying to memorize everything as fast as possible.

  The recipe seems easy, requiring only careful attention to prevent colors from blending together.

  "Pretty simple."

  Junior rolls his eyes. "I will be the judge of that."

  In response, I mirror his eye roll, as if I hadn't already showcased my skills to him just days ago.

  A mischievous grin creeps onto my face as a spontaneous idea forms in my mind.

  A quick look at one of the recipes, and I swiftly gather the ingredients. Pouring everything into the mixer, I start shaking it with fir, then throw it up in the air. Without missing a beat, I grab a clean cup from the shelf behind me and fill it with ice cubes.

  I catch the mixer in one hand, executing a dramatic spin as I dramatically open it and pour the contents into the waiting gss at just the right level.

  It might be an unnecessarily stylish finish, but the perfect end to complete a drink from his menu right in front of him.

  However, Junior remains unimpressed; his stern expression doesn't waver. He takes the gss in his hand and goes for a quick sip. His face scrunches up, a clear attempt to suppress his reaction.

  "Goddammit…" he grunts, pcing the drink down with an annoyed expression, dragging his hand across his face.

  "Want more, boss?" I slide another card in his direction, this time with a different drink, maintaining my grin.

  The gang boss takes one big breath and exhales. "Just don't fuck up the recipe."

  A triumphant chuckle escapes my lips as I relish in the taste of victory. Winning, especially against someone like Junior once again, feels absolutely amazing.

  But I remind myself not to push my luck too far. Junior is still a gang boss, capable of making my life miserable if he wants to, just like Roman can.

  Need to keep my head clear.

  "By the way, I thought the club is closed for repairs," I gesture at the blocked-off areas with white walls and structures where workers were doing stuff earlier today, fixing who knows what.

  "The club is closed, not the bar." he taps the counter table a few times. "This was fixed first. I cannot go on without business for too long and let dregs of society think that something like this is enough to stop me and stupidly believe I'm weak."

  "I guess that makes sense," I shrug, pouring the remaining mixer contents into another cup before I start cleaning it.

  Yet, in the midst of my work, I stop abruptly, staring into the distance as an important matter comes to mind—a significant fact that I've neglected over the past few days.

  "Now that I think about it," I turn to my boss, pointing at one of my faunus traits. "Why am I not wearing anything to hide the fact I'm a faunus?"

  He raises an eyebrow, a silent prompt for me to expin myself.

  "You know how people are and stuff," I add, fpping my ears a few times for good measure.

  His initial curiosity transforms into a deep frown. "My turf, my rules. If you can't obey them, get the fuck out," he scoffs, crossing his arms. "If some idiots try anything, you can kick their teeth in. If you disrespect my workers, you are disrespecting me. And I won't let any disrespect slide around here."

  His response, while not surprising, is still expected in a way of knowing his trade. Pride and respect are a matter of utmost importance for him. Despite Roman being a racist prick, he has his own rule not to mess with him, and that extends to those working for him.

  As a result, he has granted me full control, allowing me to beat the living shit out of retarded clients and even charging them an extra fee, entirely for me.

  And it's not stealing, it's fair compensation.

  The fuck are they gonna do?

  Call the police?

  "Good to know." I smirk, already envisioning myself making extra money from fucking idiots. What are they called again… tips?

  "I know that smile. No colteral in my club, or I'll deduct it from your pay and make you fix it. No overtime," he warns, delivering a menacing stare to emphasize his point. It's clear he intends to uphold his word."Got it, boss." I raise both hands in surrender.

  He gives me another scrutinizing look before leaving my side, heading upstairs for who knows what. Not that it matters, as my attention is now focused on serving the public. I secretly hope for a slow or empty day, reminiscent of the first days on the job.

  Regardless, it's back to killing time and waiting for the shift to finish. At least I have new recipes to entertain myself, and a few small tasks to occupy myself with. But for now, it's back to cleaning the rest of the cups.Taking another pair, I start wiping away any speck of dust from them.

  "Not what you expected?"

  The unexpected voice lifts my gaze, and I find Miltia taking a seat on a stool, leaning back against the counter.

  "Besides already working at the front on the first days? Not much really," I reply, shrugging as I finish wiping one cup before moving on to the next. "Maybe a week to get used to it and stuff. I mean, my st job was like that. Assist and get a feel for the job before hitting the front-lines." I can't help but express some bitterness, as I recall being fired abruptly by that fucking hag. Yet feeding hundreds of hungry workers during afternoon breaks was an experience in itself.

  The twin doesn't offer much commentary, just a slight shrug, until she leans in closer, scrutinizing me from head to toe before giving a nod.

  "The tuxedo suits you."

  Instinctively, I give myself a quick once-over. "Thanks. Good thing I'm not the only one thinking the same. Never wore one before this job, though."

  "Oh, really?"

  "Yep. As if people would sell this back in Vacuo." I adjust the colr again, feeling it loosen a bit now that Junior isn't around. "The heat alone would kill you, and that's not even counting the sand getting inside everywhere."

  "Be gd that the AC wasn't damaged," she grins, pointing at the big unit high up on the wall. "Around summer, this pce gets quite... hot."

  Well, that expins why the whole pce feels quite cool now that I think about it.

  "You've got a point." I finish my task, returning both gsses to their designated spots. "So, what brings you here?" I inquire, genuinely curious about her unexpected arrival.

  After all, she is a club bouncer and I don't see clubbers around.

  She crosses her arms with a huff. "Must stay around whenever this club is open. I wish Junior didn't open the bar so I could be sleeping in my room instead."

  "No rest for the wicked," I comment, shifting my cleaning efforts to the counter again.

  "You know, at least with the club open, we could enjoy some good music and dance a little, but now?" She unfolds her arms, gesturing around us. "This pce is dead. Nothing to do but watch the paint dry."

  "Can't imagine how bored you must be feeling."

  "You have no idea. Can't even use my scroll." She pouts, resting her head on her hand.

  Seeing her boredom, an idea pops into my head to lift her spirits, even just a little. Picking up the drinks menu, I pass it to her along with the extra drink I made, not willing to let it go to waste.

  She catches the menu from the corner of her eye and fully turns her body before grabbing the menu to make her choice as she enjoys the drink with the other.

  After a single gnce, she puts the menu down and looks at me with a smirk. "Surprise me."

  She then proceeds to gulp down the entire gss, the unexpected choice adding a touch of excitement to the otherwise mundane atmosphere.

  I can help but let another chuckle escape my lips as I go to work. Miltia's boldness adds a spark to the otherwise quiet and dull surroundings.

  Taking her challenge seriously, I surveying the bar, skipping the usual alcohols and opt for a combination of milk, whipped cream, and a milky bottle that, upon closer inspection and a quick whiff, reveals its alcoholic nature. I grab the ingredients and set to work.

  The milk cascades into the blender with a gentle spsh, its creamy texture promising a velvety base. I follow suit with a generous scoop of whipped cream, allowing it to merge seamlessly with the milk. Then, I turn my attention to the enigmatic chocote milky bottle, pouring its contents into the mix. The rich aroma of chocote and the subtle hint of alcohol mingle in the air creating an oddly alluring scent.

  A flick of the switch, the ingredients whirl into a blend, the concoction taking on a smooth and inviting whirring of the blender fills the momentarily quiet space, and the mixture transforms into a silky, frothy texture.

  Not stopping there, I grab a chilled gss, rimming it with a swirl of whipped cream. Then add more of that milky alcohol to the gss before I stop the blender and pour its contents into the gss. And for the final touch, I pced a straw to my special surprise for Miltia.

  Sliding the gss towards her, I present my unique creation with style.

  "Is this a milkshake?" she asks, her hand wrapping around the gss as she reaches for the straw.

  I only smirk in response as she takes a sip from the straw, her expression going through multiple shifts before ending with a grin.

  "Consider me surprised," she remarks, grabbing the straw and tossing it away before indulging in a long gulp of her sweet drink. As she lowers her gss, a white mustache adorns her upper lip, prompting a chuckle out of me.

  The twin simply licks it off and takes another swig.

  "So!" I drop everything on the sink, feeling rather social today. "Since you're my senior in this whole club business, any tips on how to survive the day?"

  She chews her cheek for a moment before shrugging. "Ma'iq, I'm a bouncer here. No idea how to run a bar, just be polite and don't take too long, I guess."

  "Better than nothing." I open the sink and let the water flow. Can't have any of that harden and get all the stuff sticky and yucky.

  As the water cascades into the sink, I continue scrubbing at the cups and the blender, finding some sort of soce in the rhythmic sounds of the flowing water. Miltia, still sipping her drink, leans against the counter, watching me work with mild amusement.

  "You'll get the hang of it. Besides, here it comes, your first customer of today." The brunette points with her free hand, directing my attention to a rather rugged man taking a seat not far away.

  Well, now I gotta follow protocol or whatever Junior called it and approach the man with a cool attitude.

  As I approach the man and attempt a welcome, he just grunts and pces a credit card on the counter.

  "Beer."

  A very straightforward order, no compints here.

  I pick up the credit card and make my way towards the cashier, who seems to have perked up at the prospect of some activity. Handing it to him, I head back to my position, grab a rge gss mug, and walk over to the beer taps. According to the instructions, I should fill it around 80%, leaving the remaining twenty for foam.

  The process is quick, and I return to the client with the beer in hand. He quickly snatches it, starting to chug it down. Following the rules, I make a quick exit to avoid making him uncomfortable, returning to Miltia's side.

  "That was easy." I comment.

  "Of course it would be." She takes another sip from her special drink, which is now half-empty. "This isn't robotics or dust science."

  "Where is your sister, by the way?" I ask, taking a quick look at our surroundings.

  "Checking a couple of things in the storage." Miltia answers, her gaze momentarily drifting. She then purses her lips in thought. "Make her a Mint Mojito; I'll give it to her."

  "Sure."

  The Mint Mojito is a straightforward drink to prepare, and in just a few minutes, I have it ready, pcing it in front of her.

  "Here. Be careful not to spill it."

  Miltia finishes her own drink, fshing me a smirk. "Thank you."

  She takes the mojito and heads towards the storage, leaving me alone at the bar.

  Well, not technically alone—I have the cashier to my left and the customer to my right, who is still chugging his beer. It seems like he's about to finish, so I make my way back to check if he wants more."Keep 'em coming," the man demands.

  With a nod, I take the used mug, ready for another refill. I make a mental note to keep count, as it will be charged to his card ter. Just a simple job, something I'll be doing for the next couple of hours.Meh, no compints.

  -Hours ter-

  Another guy has already taken over my shift, and is serving new clients and the same guy that first arrived, like… How is he still conscious after downing that much beer? Or the fact that he is just drinking that shit, I can make much better stuff, and he keeps chugging that… ugh.

  But I won't let that get to me since I am pretty much done with my day and even got one more level of my Culinarian job, proving that mixing drinks indeed contributes to my skill-set. It was an excellent decision to take on this gig.

  Now, seated on one of the many empty couches that have miraculously escaped damage, I count my money. I could easily send it straight to my inventory, but there's something oddly satisfying about counting each lien myself, one by one. It's a strange, intriguing, and newfound guilty pleasure of mine.

  As I tally up the tips, the total amounts to two thousand thirty-two lien earned in tips during a single shift. Not bad, considering the bar wasn't even packed. It seems my customers thoroughly enjoyed my drinks.

  The counting of my tips stirs thoughts about the potential fortune that could be made once the club is fully operational, open to the public, and buzzing with activity. Imagining the flow of dumb people and the money they'd waste on drinks ignites the prospect of amassing a significant fortune here and probably even more than Roman fucking dirt jobs in the trash.

  Yet, those thoughts only make me upset.

  I cannot ditch that prick. My hands are tied. And a fming gun at my head with Cinder added into the equation.

  Fucking bitch.

  Sticking to my original pn seems to be the only solution. Most of the necessary steps have been taken, leaving only the constant need to increase my own strength yet to accomplish. I just don't really know how many levels I need to increase to break free from their clutches.

  Five more?

  Or twenty more?

  Or that number is being way too optimistic?

  The idea of using the shards as a quick solution to enhance my abilities crosses my mind. The more I collect, the more I can unlock, potentially improving what I already possess. It might not increase my level, but it could refine my existing skills or discover new skills.

  Just need to somehow track that stuff.

  Which is already fucking impossible to do so. Only lead is to find animals gathering around something which is really not much to go by.

  With a heavy sigh, I send all my hard-earned money into my inventory before leaning back against the comfortable couch. Pulling out my scroll, I check the time and it's past 2 AM.

  There are no early-morning jobs waiting for me tomorrow, allowing me to crash at home and sleep until the afternoon without any issues. All I need to do is get there and drop dead.

  Standing up from my seat, I head towards the exit, grabbing my suit bag containing the neatly folded tuxedo, and sending it straight into my inventory. Only then I try to leave the club.

  "Heading home?" Miltia's voice halts me in mid-step, causing me to slowly turn and spot her at her own table.

  Her hand casually toying with a half-empty cup, the table cluttered with more discarded gsses. I recall serving her all those drinks in the evening. Each gss was a different fvor, clearly taking advantage of her special worker's benefits.

  Yet, she appears unfazed. No signs of intoxication mar her demeanor; she looks just as composed as she did at the start of my shift.

  Or maybe because the taste was the priority when preparing them, which turned out to be rather weak alcoholic drinks, so it makes sense why drinking so many of them didn't really have any effect on her."Yep, that's the pn," I reply, pausing for a moment before a smirk creeps onto my lips. "Unless you've got something in mind."

  The brunette's hand stops pying with the gss, and she arches an eyebrow in response.

  "You are full of surprises." She remarks, raising her gss to her lips for another sip, a slow lick tracing the outline of her lips. "I've never had drinks this good before, you know?"

  Little does she know about the hidden perks and benefits thanks to my adept culinarian job.

  I chuckle, reveling in the compliments. "Just one of my talents."

  And I want more.

  "Oh? Just one?" She grins, swiftly downing the remainder of her drink. "So there are even more surprises in you."

  Feeling the challenge, I don't shy away. My smirk evolves into a grin as I tease her, "I've been told that I have… magic hands."

  To emphasize, I extend an open hand toward her.

  She is quick to accept my invitation, giggling. "That's good news. I've been stressed out tely. Care to help me a bit?"

  Before I can even respond, she pulls me away in the opposite direction of the exit, guiding me towards the stairs. I don't try to resist; I simply go with the flow.

  Passing the VIP zone on the second floor, we find the stairs leading to the upper floors. Up there, a hallway adorned with rows of rooms unfolds, resembling a hotel without numbered pques. Miltia leads me a little farther down the corridor, swiftly opening a door with her free hand and pulling me inside, or more accurately, throwing me inside before closing the door behind us.

  The room is dimly lit, but that's no issue for me. I can see just fine. Soon enough, she flicks on the lights, and when I turn around to talk to her, I find she's already closing the door to what I assume is her bathroom, given the presence of a wall-mounted rack beside it.

  The doubt dissipates when the unmistakable sound of a shower starts running.Not surprised, considering Neo also pulled a simir move, but I doubt Miltia will take an absurd amount of time in the shower.

  Deciding to make use of the time, I opt to explore her room a bit.

  By a rough estimate, the room is about half the size of my apartment.

  A red queen-sized bed catches my eye, taking up a significant portion of the space. The right wall is entirely dedicated to a wooden closet with a human-sized mirror, while on the opposite side, there's a spacious desk with an equally rge mirror. I believe that's referred to as a vanity desk. The surface is adorned with a wide array of items, most of which I assume are beauty cosmetics.

  It makes sense; the Machite twins always look stunning, and that likely requires a considerable amount of effort.

  And here I am, offering one of them a massage.

  Taking another look at my surroundings, I decide to use my time even better and prepare my new workpce, so everything goes as smoothly as possible.

  I grab a towel from the wall rack, ying it on the bed and pull a chair close for a convenient resting spot.

  Only then do I delve into my inventory, retrieving a coconut massage oil along with a couple of incense sticks. The massage book I read once mentioned that using incense increases customer satisfaction…

  Well, at least that was what the footnote cimed.

  I quickly light up a stick and let it rest on the desk, allowing its soothing scent to permeate the room. In the meantime, I perform a few stretches, easing and rexing my muscles.

  Just as I finish with my preparations, the sound of the shower ceases, and within moments, the bathroom door swings open.

  Miltia steps out, her figure partially obscured by a cloud of steam. The damp strands of her hair cling to her skin, and droplets glisten on her smooth, exposed shoulders.

  She takes notice of the changes in the room, the towel on the bed, the chair pulled close, and the gentle aroma of coconut oil and incense lingering in the air. A mischievous smile curves on her lips as she takes in the scene.

  "Well, well," she purrs, her voice dripping with pyful anticipation. "Looks like someone's trying to impress."

  I meet her gaze with a confident grin. "You said so yourself. I'm full of surprises."

  She giggles in response and looks at me with her pyful green eyes. "I too have my own surprises, then."

  And much to my surprise, she lets the towel fall to her feet as she moves towards the bed, revealing everything proudly as well as showing me anticipation in her eyes. She slowly settles onto the bed, making sure to give me a show.

  The bed sheets showed a strong contrast with her almost porcein-like skin.

  She wasn't lying about her surprise.

  But I won't let it distract me.

  Besides, Neo is much bigg-…

  I shake my head, clearly; I am getting distracted… shit.

  Just a couple of deep breaths to calm down, and then I grab the oil bottle. Removing the cap, I pour enough onto my hands, rubbing them together to ensure the oil is warm and ready.

  Starting at her neck, my fingers work in small circles to release building tension on that spot. My feisty customer lets out a sigh of content, sinking further into the bed. Encouraged by her response, I continue working my way down her back, paying special attention to find any knots or tight spots.

  And soon I discover that she has far fewer knots than Neo, it was practically a solid rock wall in her case but with Miltia it's so vastly different but also a blessing in disguise as it will take far less time to give her the full course session.

  My fingers trace a gentle line down her spine, eliciting a shudder from her body. My eyes not failing to catch her hands gripping the bed very tight.

  I seize the chance and move to work on her lower back.

  "Ah～!"

  She yelps as my hand brushes against her ass, causing her to arch her back in response.

  "Oops, sorry."

  Her cheeks flush pink as she turns around and looks me in the eye.

  "No need for that. It feels… very nice." Her words are accompanied by a smirk; clearly enjoying this.

  I nod, not wanting to ruin the mood and keep moving downward with deliberate slow speed until I reach her tailbone, gently massaging it as I move towards her legs. Her breathing picks up the pace, and soon I can feel her legs tense under my magic touch.

  I shift my focus to her knees and thighs, massaging them with long, slow strokes and applying more pressure on the spots where I find resistance.

  Which results in the desired results as now her legs are now rexed. I begin to work my way up her legs to her inner thighs, the heat from the friction growing with each passing second. My ears twitch when they hear Miltia's moans grow louder, becoming more frequent with every moment, to the point she ends up biting the pillow to silence herself.

  She is much more expressive to the mute girl, causing a cheeky smile for my lips. And move even closer to her crotch, but not touch it.

  Instead, I apply more pressure to her upper thighs, causing a shiver to run through her body. I can tell she wants more, but I have no intention of rushing things. Besides, I really want to keep my skin on my body. I've not forgotten Neo's warning about the twins' mother.

  That is a topic for ter though. For now, I just want to enjoy this just as much as she is enjoying it.

  Until the moment my hands finally make their way over her hips, tracing a path along her sides and around her butt, stopping just below her waistline. She gasps, looking back at me with those beautiful green eyes of hers, a mixture of desire and uncertainty in them.

  I respond with a sly smirk as I continue working on her. She scowls pyfully, resting her head on the pillow. However, the cute blush adorning her cheeks undermines any attempt at feigned annoyance.And the fact that she is still holding the pillow tightly only reinforces my point.

  So instead I decide to tease her a bit. Moving my hands up to her chest, her sides, to be exact.

  "Mmhmm..."

  The sound she makes almost sounds like an agreement to go even further, which causes me to chuckle because I don't pn to continue.

  Besides, the oil on my hands ran out, having served its purpose well. I notice her body shivering from the ck of my warm touch. But I decided to give her a moment and move back and settle into the chair I thoughtfully pced near the bed. Summoning a water bottle, I take a refreshing sip, feeling a strong thirst from all the effort, among other things.

  [Novice Masseur increased by 2, 24/50]?Just two levels from all that work?

  Perhaps it's because this massage wasn't as difficult or time-consuming as Neo's session, transting to less effort on my part.

  Either way, one thing I cannot deny, teasing is a lot but a lot of fun.

  Stifling a yawn, I send the water bottle along with the oil back to my storage, and upon checking my scroll, I realize that half an hour has passed. It's time for me to head home.

  I cast a gnce at my now content and satisfied sexy coworker still nestled on her bed. I rise from the chair, quietly making my way towards the exit so she can also sleep in peace.

  "Are you really going to get me all worked up and then leave?"

  It takes me a few moments to register what she said, but once I do, I look back at her with a grin. She's already seated on her bed, arms crossed and a raised eyebrow, yet the stern attitude doesn't quite match the pyful smile on her face.

  I raise both hands in mock surrender. "It's not like it hasn't crossed my mind. I was very tempted," I admit, shaking my head with a dejected smile. "But I really want to keep my skin attached to my body, you know?"

  My words cause her eyebrows to rise a little higher.

  However, that doesn't seem to stop her. Instead, her face morphs into a wicked grin as she stands up from the bed and walks up to me. Slowly and gently, she wraps her arms around my waist, pulling me closer to her.

  "Then it will be our little secret," she whispers, the mischievous glint in her eyes as her hands sneak their way under my shirt, slowly pulling it up. "And I can see you aren't against the idea, either."

  Fuck... she's so fucking right.

  My hands are quick to get a firm grip on her hips, and I move to press myself against her naked body. Feeling her breasts squished against my chest, a moan escaping her mouth.

  "We shouldn't..."

  "Mmmhm, we should." She replies, a seductive tone in her voice as she grabs my shirt and pulls it off in one swift move, revealing my chest, leaving me standing there with nothing but my pants on.

  Militia's gaze goes down and up, a glint of… lust in her eyes shines as she takes in the view. Her delicate hand traces circles on my chest before the glint in her eyes turns mischievous, and without breaking eye contact, she throws me against the bed.

  Her pyful gesture cks the force to send me sprawling. Instead, I nd on the bed in a sitting position, getting a chuckle out of me. She giggles in response, her face flushed red as she climbs up my body, straddling my p. I can feel her hard nipples pressing against my chest and her warm breath brushing across my neck.

  I can feel the heat building between us, and I have a feeling she feels the same. Her eyes meet mine as she leans closer to me, her lips inches away. My heart races at the thought of kissing her.

  Her hands move from my shoulders to my neck, slowly trailing her fingers through my hair until her soft fingers caress my ears. Her soft touch sends shivers running through my body, causing her to give me a knowing smile.

  My breathing picks up pace, and my hands move to her hips, pulling her closer to me. Action that she eagerly accepted, leaning down and capturing my lips with hers. Her lips are soft, but... delicious. Even though she has been drinking a lot this night, she tastes sweet. A taste that leaves me wanting more.

  Her tongue asks for more as well, exploring my mouth, trying to find a way in. And when she finally does, I am unprepared for how good it is. Her tongue slides over my teeth only to abruptly stop and pull away, looking surprised.

  "You have fangs?"

  Instead of answering, I merely fsh a toothy grin and dispy my sharp but special traits.

  It seems to have the desired effect, as she returns the expression with a coy smirk, her hand cupping my cheek and pulling me in for another kiss.A quick peck on the lips.

  "Will you ever run out of surprises?" A single finger traces a path down my jawline.

  "I'm just that special." I say, my hand moving down her back and towards her plump ass, giving it a squeeze and eliciting a squeak from her.

  She sits up straight, her cheeks reddened.

  And use that chance to turn the tables on her, getting a good grip around her body and throw her onto the bed. She yelps, scrambling to regain bance, but it is futile, as soon enough she is ft on her back on top of the towel and red quilt.

  Moving my body so now I'm the one on top using my advantageous position get ahold of her wrists and pinning them above her head with one arm while with the other gently lift her chin with one finger so she can only look at me in the eye.

  Miltia lustfully bites her lower lip in anticipation.

  My hand then cups her cheek, caressing it before it soon turns to teasing, as my thumb fondles her lips slowly, trying to pry it open.

  And she gives in, in her own way, by pyfully biting my thumb, making me chuckle as I take my hand away from her reach and slide it down her body, tracing her colrbone and down to her breast.

  "Ah..." she lustfully excims as my hand gives it a soft squeeze.

  I lean forward and capture her nipple between my lips, sucking it into my mouth and rolling the tip with my tongue. The groan that escapes is music to my ears, and I continue doing so, alternating between suckling and licking until she starts squirming beneath me, her tights rubbing into each other.

  And that becomes the signal for me to finally let go of her hands.

  I release her breast a moment ter and move my attention to her other breast, taking it in my mouth and suckling on it.

  "Ohhh!" She cries out, arching her back. Her now free hands are grabbing my head, pying with my ears. But at the same time, I feel a weak but clear sign of her hands trying to push me down.So I oblige her and take my sweet time to move down, kissing and nibbling on her smooth stomach, occasionally pausing to kiss her belly button.

  A beautiful moan rewards my actions as her legs spread wide to give me better access to her folds. But I don't take her invitation, not yet.

  Instead, I move down further, kissing and licking her thighs, paying extra close attention to her inner thighs. And using my fangs to tease them while letting the intoxicating scent fill my nostrils.She cries out, her hips bucking up as if trying to get closer to me.

  But I ignore her pleas, and return to my original position on top of her, staring her down with the same husky grin.

  I don't break eye contact as my hand finally moves downwards, parting her wet folds apart.

  Her eyes widen, but no sound comes out of her throat.

  The first thing I notice when my fingers touch her button is how incredibly hot and sticky it feels, almost like honey.

  My next thought is that this must be what they mean by being turned on, because right about now, all I want to do is stick my dick inside the dangerous twin and fuck her brains out.

  Yet something at the back of my head screams to drag it out, ignore my second brain and keep working her up. And that little voice is the winner.

  Slowly, I begin to stroke her clit. Making her let out an adorable whimper, which only fuels me more to keep going.

  With every slow movement of my index finger against her swollen bud, she gets more aroused, moaning louder.

  I could keep going, but I decide to add another element to the mix, moving my middle finger over her entrance, applying pressure to tease her, letting her know there is still plenty of time.

  After a few moments of watching her reaction, I slip a single finger inside and feel her burning walls trap my finger in a vice grip.

  "AH!" She arches her back as her hands grip her bed tightly, pushing herself even harder onto my digits, urging me on.

  I withdraw my finger a bit and push it back in. Slowly, carefully, I pump in and out, feeling her muscles constrict and loosen around me, her body growing tighter and tighter, her breathing faster and shallower.

  As I watch her face contort in pleasure, I realize she has gone past the point of no return. Her green eyes roll back in her head and she begins to make a low mewl of pleasure, her body beginning to spasm under me.

  I quickly pull my finger out and repce it with two, plunging both in and out of her walls, feeling her tight insides squeeze my fingers as hard as possible.

  She tries to release a loud scream, but I stop her by capturing her pouty lips, effectively muffling her cries. However, this only serves to increase her arousal, wrapping her arms around me, pulling me deeper into the kiss. Yet my merciless attack doesn't relent until she goes stiff beneath me for several seconds, her eyes squeezed shut and her arms trying to crush my neck.

  Then she colpses back onto the bed, panting heavily.

  It takes her a while before she can regain enough composure to open her eyes again and look up at me.

  "You bastard." She whispers between gasps.

  "Yes," I wholeheartedly agree. "I am one."

  I rise up on my knees, taking an excruciatingly long time withdrawing my fingers from her tight passage. When they are finally free, I bring them to my mouth, tasting her sweet nectar on them, putting a small show for her. Except, it tastes bitter, almost metallic even. It's really hard to keep my expression and not scrunch up my face in disgust. I guess that's a lesson to take to heart now.

  Thankfully, she is too lost in her afterglow to notice my mental struggle. Instead, she breaks into smiles and reaches for my hair, tugging me down to her. Stopping very close to her, our noses touching, she moves a little for another quick kiss on the lips.

  "Take me." Her whispers come out of her mouth so fast, it takes me a moment to process them.

  When I understand, my cock twitches and finally realize how painfully tight my pants are right now.

  I gnce down and see the evidence forming a tent in my pants. The sight makes me groan loudly, causing her to giggle. But my mind is only focused on getting it off the same with my hands as they unconsciously are already working to remove my pants.

  The door sms open, causing both of us to jump in fright.

  "And that's where I must put a stop to this."

  My partner lets out a piercing shriek, pushing me in her surprise. Caught off guard, I offer no resistance and end up on the floor, my ass taking the brunt of the fall.

  "MELANIE, WHAT THE FUCK?!" she shrieks so loudly that it makes me wince in pain, my ears dropping as a way to muffle and protect my eardrums.

  I gnce at Miltia, who is already covering her entire body with whatever she can get ahold of. Shifting my attention to the door, I see Menie, wearing a white robe and disheveled hair, standing there with her arms crossed, tapping the floor with her foot.

  She walks inside, giving me a sidelong gnce before addressing her caught sister. "You know our mother's dearest rules."

  In response, Miltia throws a pillow at her, which Menie dodges with ease.

  "Fool around all you want but no sex." Menie states matter-of-factly. Then, finally turning her full attention to me, she adds. "I knew you were bold, but this is totally unexpected."

  I shake my head and scowl, summoning a spare shirt from my inventory. Without wasting a second, I put it on and get up from the floor. I take a moment to fix my pants, turning away from Menie's view, although it's clear she's already noticed because she seems thoroughly amused.

  "Trying to fuck my sister days after you got hired." She muses, putting a finger under her chin. "Boldness or stupidity?"

  "Can you please not make this more awkward than it already is?" I plead, feeling a tinge of shame creeping onto my face.

  Menie shakes her head, fshing a grin. "My job was to stop my sister from committing a mistake. Nothing personal, of course."

  "Fuck you!" Miltia yells, throwing another pillow, adding a touch of chaos to the already awkward situation.

  This time, her sister doesn't attempt to dodge and allows the pillow to nd square on her face. However, that doesn't wipe the smug grin from her face. "It really sucks to be interrupted, doesn't it?" she taunts.

  Miltia gres daggers at her, cking any projectiles to use against her smug twin.

  Menie hums a happy tune, directing her attention toward me. "Don't worry about this; it will stay between us. And Junior doesn't care in the slightest what we do as long as it doesn't break anything in his club."

  Well, that's a relief. My skin will remain intact.

  "Riiiight."

  She keeps her smirk, gncing around our surroundings before turning and strolling away. She stops at the door frame, looking back over her shoulder. "It is a quite te, you can stay in the spare roo…"

  "He won't!" Her sister interjects.

  The twin bursts into ughter and finally leaves, the sound of her voice echoing across the empty hallway.

  With Menie finally out of the picture, I release a long, tired sigh. A wave of exhaustion washes over me, and I drag a hand across my face, feeling the fatigue settling in.

  My partner mirrors my sigh. "Use the back entrance when you leave."

  "Miltia…"

  "Don't, just don't." She raises her hand to stop me from continuing. "Just leave and make this less awkward than already is:"

  I nod silently and exit her room, not forgetting to carefully close the abused door that somehow survived being kicked open.

  Following her instructions, I make my way through the club to the back entrance, leading me to the isoted back alley where I retrieve my bike from my inventory, watching it materialize in front of me.

  I ignite the engine, and the low rumble echoes through the quiet alley. With a swift kick, I engage the first gear.

  As I speed away, the neon lights of the club fade into the distance.

  Fuck me…