Chapter 164: Chapter 164: Preparing To Strike Back (Part 7)

As Don stood in front of the two minions, he couldn't help but think, 'These guys creep me out a little, but they seem harmless enough.'

Unlike before, when they were at the base wearing masks with his face plastered on them, they now wore plain looking black masks. It was an improvement, making them less unsettling to look at, but their stiff posture and strange, limited vocabulary still gave him an uneasy feeling.

Still, they were technically his minions now, and he had to play the part. Keeping a firm expression, he asked, "Where's Lady Noir?"

One of the minions lowered his salute and gestured toward a door at the far side of the room, leading deeper into the facility. Don nodded slightly, his voice steady as he said, "Lead me there."

The two saluted once more, responding in unison with their usual, "Suu Suu," before turning and walking toward the door. Their movements were almost robotic as they led him through the door.

Beyond it, Don found himself in a meat processing facility—except all of the employees, working diligently at various stations, were minions.

'This place really gives me the creeps,' Don thought as he followed the two in front. The air was thick with the scent of raw meat, with the low hum of machinery echoing around them.

They finally stopped in front of what looked like the manager's office. The minions turned to face him and saluted again, saying, "Suu," as they stood by the door.

Don figured this meant they had arrived. He gave them a subtle nod and turned the handle, pushing the door open.

Inside, the office was surprisingly plain. The walls were a dull gray, a wooden desk sat in the center with a few papers scattered across its surface, and there were shelves lined with neatly stacked binders.

Behind the desk, Elle sat, her familiar small frame hunched over as she studied the documents in front of her. The moment the door creaked open, her head snapped up, and her eyes locked onto Don.

Her cheeks flushed immediately, and her eyes widened in surprise before they softened, almost sparkling as she took in the sight of him.

Don paused in the doorway, his gaze meeting hers, though unlike Elle, his heart didn't race. Instead, he gave her a warm smile, leaning casually against the doorframe. "Hey," he greeted, his voice light, "did you miss me?"

The teasing words caught Elle off guard. She immediately looked down, her face now a bright shade of red. Her fingers began to twiddle nervously as she stammered, "Uhm, well, you see, uhm… hi…" She barely managed to get the word out, only glancing up occasionally to peek at Don.

'Cute,' Don thought, but he kept that to himself.

He maintained his smile and stepped into the room, ensuring his were movements calm and confident. With each step he took closer to her, he could practically feel the nervous energy radiating off her. Her eyes flickered between him and the papers on her desk as if she didn't know where to focus.

'What do I say, what do I say,' Elle wondered, her hands fidgeting in her lap.

As Don reached the desk, he got a better look at her. She hadn't changed much—aside from now wearing a black bodysuit that clung to her small but curvy frame, emphasizing her wide hips.

Her hair, styled to cover one eye, added to her shy demeanor. But with a quick motion, she brushed the hair aside, revealing both of her wide, anxious eyes.

Don wasn't about to start treating her like a girlfriend or wife, though. He wanted to build something real with her—something that wasn't based on the old Don she thought she knew.

Rushing into things would be a mistake, especially since he had seen what happened when the thrill of the chase faded too quickly. He needed to play this smart, even if Elle had no idea who he really was. Her infatuation seemed genuine, but he couldn't take that for granted.

Before Don could say anything else, a puff of pink smoke suddenly appeared beside the desk, and Trixie materialized with her arms crossed, looking as impatient as ever. "Can you two fuck already? Geez."

Elle's face turned even redder, if that was possible. She shot up from her chair and grabbed Trixie by the collar of her loose black top, yanking her close and pinching her cheeks. "Why are you like this?!" Elle scolded, her voice high-pitched as she tugged harder on Trixie's cheeks.

Trixie, of course, didn't resist at all. "I'm a succubus," she replied nonchalantly, her lips pulling into a smirk despite the pinching. "Can't help it."

Don sighed, watching the two bicker.

He reached out and grabbed both of them by the cheeks, pinching them firmly. "Can you two behave and not fight?" he said, his tone halfway between amusement and exasperation.

Elle's reaction was predictable—her face turned an even deeper shade of red, and she muttered, "O-Oh, uhm…" while looking down shyly.

Trixie, on the other hand, leaned into his grip with a smirk. "Why don't you spank me and make me?" she teased, wiggling her hips in an attempt to entice him.

To her and Elle's surprise, Don pretended to ponder the suggestion for a moment. "You know," he said, stroking his chin thoughtfully, "that's actually not a bad idea."

Elle's eyes widened in shock, and she blurted, "What?!" Her face was as red as it could possibly get at this point, any redder and she'd be a different race.

Trixie, however, let out a gleeful cheer. "Hell yeah! That's what I'm talking about!"

With a sigh, Don crossed his arms and said, "Alright, both of you, bend over the table so I can spank you." He wasn't particularly interested in this but he was trying to see how Elle would react to the idea and if she'd be willing.

Elle's jaw dropped, and she squeaked, "W-What?!" Her entire body seemed to freeze as she processed what he just said, her once pale face practically glowing red.

Trixie, on the other hand, eagerly bounced up to the desk, her hips swaying exaggeratedly as she leaned over the table, clearly enjoying herself. "Now we're getting somewhere," she commented, glancing over her shoulder with a grin.

Elle, meanwhile, stood there with her hands nervously clenching the fabric of her bodysuit, her eyes wide as she struggled to form words. "B-Bend over…?" she stammered, her mind spinning. Searᴄh the novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Don smirked at the sight of them both. It was moments like these that made the messiness of his new life a little more bearable.

He shot Elle a slightly impatient look. "Come on, Elle. I don't have all day."