Struggling as a Villain

Chapter 12: Chapter 11- Wild maid

Richard had a very complex past with brothels. Someone close to him, with whom he got separated at the age of twelve was found dead in one of the brothels of Las Vegas. The investigation resulted in an overdose of drugs and physical abuse caused her to die.

That's why when Richard smelt that drug in the air and found that kid being dragged inside a very deep memory flashed before his eyes.

Those dead eyes of that young twenty-year-old girl never left his memories but coming across a similar situation just reignited that long-lost flame. And since he had to do some training as well, he didn't mind roasting(literally) some bastard to death.

*CLING*

Pushing the doors, Richard walked in, with his maid just a few meters behind.

The profound fragrance of aphrodisiacs blended with incense assaulted his senses to the point he couldn't smell anything other than those two scents.

'To overwhelm the customers and make them eager eh....' Richard was able to suppress his desires and not let the fragrance influence him.

Nearing the counter, he found a middle-aged woman polishing her nails while humming a strange rhythm. Her clothes were revealing enough that talking to her while looking at her face must be a big problem, especially for young men. However, Richard had his fair share of experience which allowed him to keep his gaze straight.

"What can I do for you?" Without looking at him, the woman asked while she assessed her nails.

Richard smirked before lifting his left hand. Lilia received the signal and rested a pouch of coins on her master's hand.

*Jingle*

Hearing that sound, the receptionist finally looked up with her eyebrows raised.

The pouch had more than fifty; she evaluated just by the sound and looking at the attire the man wore beneath the cloak signified that there could be gold in there.

"Want? Then let me meet your manager~" Richard enticed as he brought the pouch near the woman's face and for a moment he thought he saw her tongue rolling out.

With a greedy look on her face, she caught the pouch with both of her hands and said, "Please follow me."

While counting the coins in the leather pouch she guided Richard and Lilia inside the establishment.

There were four sets of staircases leading to the upper floors and the suppressed sounds of several men and women moaning became clear to his enhanced senses.

He peeked at Lilia and found that there was no reaction on her face.

'Damn...is she asexual or something?' Dropping his musing he followed the receptionist inside a room which was on the ground floor.

She knocked twice on it before she opened the door for them.

Once Richard and Lilia walked in, she also got in and closed the door.

"Khuk!" The man tried to remove the hand of the woman but like a ship anchor, it was unmovable. The veins of his hands bulged and the blood flow rate elevated. However, Lilia remained unmoving.

"Haaah~Lilia, you really are a bad girl, ain't ya? I told you to not attack him until I say so." With his arms crossed Richard leaned lazily back on his seat and casually stated.

He really didn't mind his maid acting on her free will but what surprised him was her speed and strength. It wasn't only the brothel owner that never caught her moving. Richard didn't see her as well.

*Clang*

Suddenly the doors of the office room were pushed open abruptly and many people began to flood in.

Their eyes widened upon seeing their boss' condition. However, before they could have said anything, another subject of concern got up from his seat.

His hands were covered with flame, as Richard asked them 'nicely',

"Why don't we get to know each other better?"

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In the Cravenford mansion.

Emily was shocked beyond belief after hearing Eleanor's report.

Apparently, Eleanor had been keeping an eye on Richard since the time he left the mansion.

"You were crying for nothing, Em. He was just pretending to be sentimental." Eleanor said while she patted her friend's shoulder to console her.

"How...can he do such a thing?" Emily couldn't believe that the same person for whom she was feeling so guilty, was just trying to fool her.

'But why did he keep the ring so safely?' Just as she began to think of any valid reason, someone ran inside the room with a pale expression

"My lady, an establishment is set on fire in the middle of the town!"

Both Eleanor and Emily frowned before they got up in an instant.

"What establishment? Have the soldiers arrived there?" Being the eldest daughter of Count Cravenford, it was her duty to take care of the civilians when her father was away.

However, her feet came to a halt when she heard the maid's response,

"It was Damian's brothel, my lady!"

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A/N:- Oh yeah. Must have to go around in suspicion followed by a guilt trip.