I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 1-196)

Chapter 134 - Restructurisation

I turn to the woman who guided me here and gently graze her cheek as she stares at me in slight surprise. Moving a lock of her hair behind her ear, I lean closer to it while my fingers travel down her neck and caress it gently.

"Make sure that whoever can leave this part of the building does so until I'm out. I don't want to hurt you or any of your friends by accident if anything happens. And thank Gloria for me again," I whisper softly.

Her eyes widen briefly but she makes a faint nod so I withdraw my face from hers.

"Susan," she whispers back, looking at me with a tiny flush.

"Hm?"

"My name. Be careful."

I nod with a warm smile and wrap my arm around her waist, turning Susan around. I escort her a few steps back towards the outside of the room, sneakily sliding my fingers into her short skirt. She sighs gently when I tenderly brush against her slightly leaking slit and shoots me one last glance over her shoulder as I back away. I close the door with a small wink.

My enhanced hearing easily picks up her hurried steps so she thankfully sees to my advice without delaying it. As I thought, she does care about her coworkers greatly. It was easy to deduct from how anxious she was when Gloria brought me in.

But, unfortunately, I can't let my mind wander around kind and pretty girls right now. There are some quite undesirable matters to resolve first.

Feeling the gazes on my back, I turn around to see all five men looking at me. Fixing my collar, I start slowly walking forward.

"No welcome? I thought this was supposed to be one of the high-class establishments but it feels like I've walked into some third-rate pub."

"You are lucky to still be alive after crossing the doorstep, bastard," Duke growls in response.

I raise a brow at them, stopping. "Oh? I was pretty sure I came here with an invitation to join, not to lose my life. Did I perhaps mistake the buildings? I'm not interested in your suicide circle."

He opens his mouth to bark something back but one of the other men raises a hand, which instantly silences him. I move my eyes to its owner and they land on an older guy with greying hair combed back into a samurai bun and a short, spiky beard growing down from his chin. If this was a movie set, he could easily play a kung fu master with that face. The only lacking part is his clothing. The expensive fabrics don't really match him.

"Our guest is right. We've issued this invitation and it's our obligation as hosts to welcome the visitor," he says slowly and then stands up. "Welcome to the Travelling Tit, Mr Carter. I hope you can set aside any personal conflicts for today and join us by the table."

Figured out he is the boss here. As Gloria said, there are two older men here and he certainly exudes a more dignified aura, even though it isn't the best word to describe someone like him. The other, heavily balding dude doesn't seem to be willing to stand at the front that much.

"Since the president himself has asked me to, I'll respectfully oblige. Thank you, Mr Vonhof," I reply and make a courteous nod, resuming my walk.

"Oho. It looks like I've been easily recognized. You've come prepared, Mr Carter." He chuckles softly while pinching his beard.

I nonchalantly wave my hand. "It's not an achievement to figure out that the head of the association would be the first one to greet me, nor is it to know the names of its members. I'm afraid that I'm not able to correctly place them amongst everyone here."

Observing them, I arrive at the little lounge and take the spot the furthest from any of the dudes, dropping myself onto the curved sofa. I cross my legs and throw my arms behind me to let them hang over the backrest. It just so happens that I sit across from the president, with Duke located to my right.