CHAPTER 2: THE JOB

"Pig, I think you came to the wrong district. Why don't you go somewhere else to ask for a job." The bear-man threw Asven to the side and pointed to the way out of the district.

"Ple, Please… I have nowhere to ask anymore. My, My mother is sick. I need a job and some money to feed her. Please…"

Asven who was down on the ground turned around to them and made himself into a dogeza position with his forehead touching the ground.

"Tsk! Do you even understand our language! I said leave!" The bear-man growled.

"Calm down, Syaga. He's just a poor pig." The female said.

"Second Lady. You can't show pity to such a pig or anyone like this."

"I know that." She rolled her eyes at him before looking back at Asven.

"You said you can cook. Then, show us."

"Second Lady?!"

"It's fine. Didn't we're missing a cooker for pastries? Since the last one got beheaded for poisoning us…"

Asven paled when he listened to it and swallowed nervously.

"Is this… Is this really a restaurant? Why does it feel so nasty here? Should, Should I quit and find somewhere… No, this is my last chance! I can't go back empty-handed or mother would be sad again!" He thought silently.

"Maybe this pig… If he can make it better, well, let's see it first." The female said.

Syaga, the bear-man, harrumphed and folded his hands.

"Come with me, pig." She chuckled before she entered a bright big three-story house.

Asven cheered up after he was given a chance. He follows after her in excitement. If he can get this job, he can help her mother to live a better life on this planet. It doesn't matter how much payment he would get. As long as there was some food and warm cloth, it was enough for them.

Yet, he almost changed his mind after entering the house. A lot of obscene sounds could be heard due to his extraordinary hearing sense. He even heard a bumping or slapping sound inside some rooms upstairs.

He, of course, knows why such sounds would appear. He comes from a Werewolf Tribe. The sound was like some pair of werewolves were mating with each other. It was normal. Yup, normal.

Even in publicity, there would be a pair of mates doing it while getting watched by others. To him, they were shameless and strange. They should get a room like this place he was walking in now.

When they entered, a wide entertainment hall was full of many beautiful females of many species. They were entertaining the opposite genders that come into this house. Some females were feeding their customers while some were dancing around to soft music and cheered lewdly by their customers.

When Asven appeared there, some male watched him in confusion but was attracted by the female who led him.

"Second Lady!"

"Over here, Second Lady!

"Ignore them, Second Lady. Please accompany me instead!"

Many males voiced out toward her. She giggled at them.

"Later, boys. I have an interesting guest to entertain me."

"Shit! You mean that fat male who looks like a pig?!"

"Seriously?!"

They were shocked and astonished. Then, they glared at Asven with dissatisfaction.

How can a pig like him attract their Second Lady?!

Asven lowered his eyes to the floor and ignored everyone around him. He only needs to focus on following the female.

"Alright, here's a kitchen. Use whatever you want but let me warn you. If you made something unpalatable or poisonous, you can say goodbye to your neck. Are we clear?" The female shows him a wide kitchen with some cooks working in it.

After that, she warned him with a sweet smile. It looks like a devil's smile to him now.

"I, I understand. Where should I send it after I finish?"

"Send it to the room there. I'll be waiting." She pointed to a door in a corner of the kitchen.

Asven nodded before he met a male cook nearby.

"Huh? What are you doing here?" He asked with confusion.

Then, he saw the female.

"Second Lady?"

"Show him where to cook a pastry. I want to test him."

"As you wish." The male cook bows at her before he walks to an area.

Asven follows him without a need to be ordered. Once he saw the materials to make pastries, suddenly he was overwhelmed with a mix of sadness and happiness. He remembered that he used to make his own food creations. It doesn't matter which type, as long as it has a good taste, everything was delectable to him and his mother.

"Huh? Why are you crying?" The male cook was dumbfounded.

Asven wiped his face. "Sorry. It's nothing…" He took a deep breath.

"May I know which main type of pastries was used to entertain your Second Lady?" He asked politely.

"Heh! That's our secret! You're just an outsider. So, who cares what you made. Haha! Just let me tell you, our Second Lady has a very tricky taste. She killed lots of cooks before because they didn't make what she liked. Good luck! You may need it."

The male cook patted his shoulder before leaving to do his own things again.

"Just as I thought… He is one of the cooks who are professionals. No one would tell their secret recipe after all… So, I guess I'll make the usual. If I have a chance to bring it home, I can let my mother taste it again."

Asven started to use the kitchen and materials. The area he was at has everything he needs to make pastries he likes. But just for safety, he tries to remember the Second Lady figure.

He was not lewd but he was deducing what type would she like just from her figure. Looking from his perspective, the Second Lady doesn't like greasy types. If not, she wouldn't have smooth white skin. From that observation, he knew what pastries he should make.

An hour later, a fresh-baked and steamed pastry was completed.

"God, did you make this?! It tastes weird!" The same male cook said.

His mouth was munching one of his pastries. Asven just smiled and didn't reply. He took a wide tray and put the pastries in it with a milk tea he made. Then, he walked toward the room where she was waiting.

He almost backs out when he found she was watching a pair of couples mating through a glass wall. The mating pair on the other side of the wall couldn't see her because the wall between was not visible to them but only visible to her.

Asven gulped and closed his eyes for a moment. He took a deep breath before he went to her side and put the tray in front of her. There was a Japanese table where she put her legs under them. She was engrossed in the mating pair without realising he had entered silently.

Her eyes snapped to him viciously before she realised who it was. And, she doesn't look bothered or excited by the mating scene.

"Oh, it's just you. You're done?"

Asven nodded and open the lid of the plate of pastries. He ignores the loud obscene sound around them while taking a plate with a fluffy bun on it and placing it in front of her. Then, he pour the milk tea he made and put it on the side of the plate. He didn't forget to put a small set of silverware for her.

"Hope you enjoy it, miss." He told her.

"Oh, so attentive already. Just so you know, if these pastries taste awful, I'll cut your head here and now." She smiled sweetly at him again.

It was like she was talking about the weather and not a killing intent. Asven nodded stiffly. He didn't watch her eat because it was rude to do that and he didn't look at the mating pair either.

It was obvious that he was nervous and uninterested in the mating. He only cares about his and his mother's life right now. This was his last hope to get a job. And it doesn't matter if he has to work in these dangerous places.

"Umph! What? What exactly is this taste? It felt strange yet soft. It melts in my mouth without hindering my tooth. It's not sweet but sour and, and urgh, I don't know anymore." She voiced out after munching one.

The pastries were made in smaller sizes for one bite in one go. The pastries were made in rainbow colours which looked amazing to her but the taste was strange on her tongue. The weirdest thing was she couldn't help taking another bite and another.

"Please drink the tea. It would soothe your sour taste." Asven told her.

She followed his recommendation and was surprised to taste the warm milk tea. It was sweet but not that sweet. Just enough to make her appetite for other pastries increase. So, she took another type that looked crunchy with nuts on top of it. She used a small spoon to taste it.

"Mmm… This taste… It's crunchy hazelnut…" She thought about it and fell in love with it at once.

Asven swallowed and was a little sweating hearing her groan of pleasure was like the sound of the mating pair.

Are his pastries that good?

"You've made me pregnant."

He snapped her head at her with a shocked expression.

Huh?

"You've passed. Come here every day from now on. Tell Ambrios, the male cook you chat with before to show you around later. You'll start work at eleven in the morning until eight at night. As for your payment, we'll pay for your pastries per piece. 10 copper coins for one. Do you agree?"

Asven gasped. His heart beats faster every second. He, He finally got the job!

"Oh, god! Thank you, thank you, thank you. I, I agree! I agree!" She shouted happily.

"My name is Neisha. You can tell everyone who might bully you that you're my personal pastry chef. If there is anyone who dares to bully you, you can come to me for a report. Moreover… You, I hate you."

"Eh?" Asven was stunned.

"Your figure is too horrible for my eyes. From now on, you can only eat one meal a day. I'll tell Syaga to make an exercise set for you. I don't want everyone to tell me that my pastry chef is ugly. So, until you have a good figure with my approval, you will not appear in front of me, understand?"

Asven swallowed again. "Y, Yes, miss."

Well, he did plan to lose weight. Guess someone will help him later then. After that, he met with the male cook whose name was Ambrios. The latter was surprised to hear him pass her test as the new pastry cook.

"Congrats… But you shouldn't be happy yet. Around here, you can only depend on yourself if you want to survive. Don't think because you are working under our Second Lady, no one would dare to bother you. Make sure you stay smiling and nodded at anything they talk about. Especially around the First Lady, you have to be extra careful. Don't look at her when you see her. I heard her bodyguard shoot anyone who has met her eyes, even accidentally." Ambrios warns him.

Asven nodded in understanding. He was glad right now. Ambrios might look like he dislikes him but unknowingly, he was kind enough to give him some advice.

"Can, Can I take some leftovers for my mother?" He asked for Ambrios' permission.

"Leftover?" The latter was confused.

He follows Asven's eyes toward the dishwasher where some left food was still on the plate. He was stunned.

"You, do you like to eat garbage so much?" Ambrios narrowed his eyes at Asven.

"I, I… No… But, some leftovers there can still be eaten. It was a waste to throw it away." Asven feels nervous.

Is it wrong?

He has been living with his mother while eating that for a while. Their money was almost exhausted now. They can only take drastic measures by picking up some leftover food since he once got kicked away just for asking for it.

"I can't…?" He looked at Ambrios with sorrow.

Ambrios scratched the back of his head and looked sternly at him.

"You can't!"

"I see…"

"Sigh… The leftover food might not be suitable for your mother. It has mixed with a little aphrodisiac to increase our customer desires."

Ambrios had to explain after looking at the dejected young boy.

"What…?" Asven was surprised.

He had forgotten what place he was working for. He thought the leftovers were normal meals. Who would have thought it had some mixed bizarre things!

He was so grateful for Ambrios' explanation because he might take it later after they threw it away outside.

God, he might kill her mother instead of being happy they have something to eat!

"So, you have to make a meal for yourself. Our privilege to work here is that we can make our own meal and bring it home. But not too exaggerated until it looked like we were stealing them."

"Re, Really?!"

Ambrios finally let out a small smile. "Go make your own and go home. You'll start working tomorrow after all and not today."

"Th, Thank you! Thank you so much!" Asven was so happy to hear it.

After Ambrios left him, he made some small and light meals for his mother. As for him, it was enough with the leftovers from his pastries.

"Hm, what a good smell. I want these too. Make it for me!" Neisha appeared out of nowhere beside him when he was packing her mother's meal.

"Miss?! God, you scared me…" He didn't notice that she had come so close.

"I'll be waiting upstairs in my room. So hurry and make one. I don't want to be hungry when I entertain my customers later."

"Ri, Right away, Miss!"

Asven quickly prepared the same meal he made for his mother. Then, he rushes out toward the second floor. He walks until he reaches a red door and knocks on it. He doesn't need anyone to point the way because since she got close to him just now, she could smell her perfume. The perfume led him to a room at the end of the second floor.

"Come in!" Neisha's voice sounded.

Asven opened the door and was surprised by the look of the room. He almost let go of the tray with meals in his hands.

God, what is this place?!