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

Chapter 190 - The Hopes and Fears of Parenthood

Sparing one last glance in the direction of Petros' workshop, I head back. A single check through my connection with my girls confirms that my amazing duo of receptionists is currently busy talking to Lianne. Judging by their moods, they are actually speaking about business instead of business, which is nice. I bet Lyona's presence influences that a little. Even that little nympho queen wouldn't let her shamelessness out of its confines in front of a newcomer.

Right?

Anyway, with a light sigh and a shake of my head, I wave at my driver, who has been patiently awaiting my return, and jump back into the carriage. I don't think there's anything important for me to still take care of in the city so I direct him back to the mansion. Plenty of stuff requires my attention at home. We really can't catch a moment of rest. Sea monsters, mercenary company, a new religion, and the grand task of escorting Vanessa's family.

No rest for the wicked as they say.

My journey back passes uneventfully and we soon reach our destination. I thank the driver and tip handsomely. They are all paid decently well, of course, but there's nothing wrong with a little kindness between the employee and employer.

Many of these men and women have their own families to support and they are even working multiple jobs to scrape by since being a carriage driver isn't the most lucrative profession in the capital. There's lots of competition. Therefore, we hire many different people who rotate constantly so as to allow everyone to earn some good coin once in a while. If I'm not mistaken, Ria pays them like three to five times more than their usual rates.

Naturally, we don't pick up any random driver off the street and seat them on the front bench. Helping out people in need is good, but the safety of the clients and professionalism are very crucial in every field. There is lots of screening and other procedures to ensure that there are no accidents. Unfortunately, not all poor citizens are honest in heart.

But, there's nothing to worry about with my lovely wives and companions, and other partners taking charge of these things. They love what we have managed to build together just as much as I do. And many of them are much more talented than me in multiple fields of expertise. I'm so glad I got to meet them.

After bidding farewell to the driver, I walk out of the mansion's premises and step into the building which will soon function as our cosy temple. While I did just say that the ladies are talented and knowledgeable and I definitely trust them with my business and life, there are things I actually have little to no trust in with some of them involved in that particular aspect. Therefore, I'm going to make sure that Ailish doesn't go overboard with decorations and design this time. Personally.

My arrival clearly surprises the sly Succubus but she tries to downplay it by acting her usual slutty self. Humouring the lascivious woman for a while, I join her and Elea in preparing our new sanctuary. The horny demon figures out why and does her best to behave in front of me, promised with either a good reward or a fitting punishment for her behaviour and actions.

When the abundance or lack of dick is on the table, Succubi tend to turn really, really obedient and meek.

What a shocker.

They take me on another tour to show what is already finished and what needs more attention. The entrance hall is more or less done, lacking only some sculptures we have been planning for, but that's going to be solved in just a moment. Currently, the spacious chamber is decorated with lots of purple tapestries bearing my crest. At some point, the heart with horns and tail became our symbol and I didn't argue. The new addition is a flat, vertical, monk-like handprint of a neat palm inside which the sigil is located.