Extra's Descent

Thankfully, he had managed to get Nathan on his side. Though the boy may have still harbored fear for him.

After that, Brandon diligently attended his lectures. Once again, his muscles were sore. For that reason, he massaged his tense shoulders.

It was currently night.

Brandon adorned a black hoodie and a black cap, blending into the shade of night.

That being said, Brandon began his operation.

***

Reinhard had been doing this for three years.

For that reason, rumors about him began to sprout. Stating how he was a womanizer, and he would have a different girlfriend every week.

But it was bullshit.

Just a stupid misunderstanding.

Regardless, he didn't care. Nor did he try denying those rumors.

There was no turning back from them. However, recently the rumors began to die down.

After all, he didn't need to expose himself so blatantly now.

Why?

Because he had somewhat climbed the hierarchy of the group.

But that begs the question?

What group?

The red light district.

"Ah~ Reinhard~! Welcome back~!"

Upon entering the establishment, what greeted Reinhard's sight was a woman with sleek black hair, wearing rather obscene clothing.

Around him, there were several customers being served drinks and food. Waitresses wearing clothing that exposed a bit too much skin entertained them.

"Madam is waiting for you. But…."

The woman looked at him seductively, licking her lips.

"Maybe you can take a small detour~? I'm kind of lonely these days~."

"No."

Reinhard dismissed her immediately. Of course, the woman had already expected this reaction from Reinhard.

After all, despite coming here for three years, not once had he ever indulged in their requests.

"I'll be going now."

"Ah~"

That being said, Reinhard took the stairs, heading into an authorized room.

A woman stood by the window, taking in the sight of the city. Her silky platinum blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders. And as she turned around, noticing his arrival, her crimson gaze met his and Reinhard swallowed.

For some reason, whenever he was in the same room with this woman, Reinhard felt a sense of arousal within him.

Shortly after, Reinhard opened his mouth.

"I'm here. Miss Lianna."

***

"Am I seeing this right?"

The hell….?

What's Reinhard doing in the red–light district?

"I mean…."

He had heard of the rumors of surrounding Reinhard, but judging from his actual personality, they all seemed pretty far–fetched.

After all, not once had Brandon ever seen Reinhard with a woman.

"Ah, wait."

Nevermind, there was one person.

Claire.

"And…. Nevermind, that is no woman in my book."

Claire was more like a gorilla.

Seeing how Reinhard had just entered the establishment, Brandon knew just where to go.

However, he didn't want to expose his identity.

He would be in deep trouble if Amelia found out.

For that reason, he quickly put on the Mirage Mask—contorted into black framed—sunglasses.

Fixing his disguise properly, shortly after, Brandon entered the establishment.

"Oh~ A new customer~?"

A woman, with purple hair, and of course, clothing that exposed too much skin, greeted him.

"Uh, yes."

Truth be told, this was the first time Brandon had been in such a place.

What do they even do here?

"Hehe~ Welcome! Would you like to eat? A bath?"

The woman began tracing her lips, licking her fingers.

"Or perhaps…. me?"

"...."

No way.

If he had to be honest he felt no such arousal towards the woman, or anyone of the woman present at all.

Amelia was way better than them in every aspect.

Brandon's gaze landed on the man with red hair. His back faced against Brandon as he headed up the stairs.

"Ah."

It was Reinhard, who was heading up the stairs. Most probably, a VIP or something, evident by the, "No unauthorized personnel" sign.

"...."

VIP….?

So his conjectures were correct.

Reinhard really was a regular in this establishment.

"Sir?"

He was broken out of his thoughts as the woman's words reached his ears.

"Ah, sorry. I'd like to order."

"Oh…."

The woman seemed to have a dejected look on her face.

'Does she want to sleep with me or something…?'

No can do.

He hasn't even slept with Amelia yet. But that aside, cheating is a big no–no.

'Why am I even here?'

That being said, he was led to his table and began ordering.

Scanning the menu, and seeing the variety of meals available, a sudden thought rose in his mind.

'Could their meal be spiked?'

For example, putting aphrodisiac?

Since this was a red–light district, then they would want to maximize profit from any potential customer.

If a customer were to be affected with aphrodisiac, then their sexual drive would shoot through the roof, losing all sense of self–control.

In the end, well…

Yeah, enough had to be said.

"I'd like to order this."

Brandon pointed at a meal on the menu.

If he wanted to stay and play the part of a gullible customer, then there was no other choice.

For whatever sexual urges arose if the meal were indeed spiked with aphrodisiac, then he could only brace himself.

Surely, he could relieve himself.

Peering on his phone, he checked the time.

[11:23 PM]

He planned on waiting it out, just until Reinhard went back down.

"Enjoy~"

After waiting for a while, his food was here, served on a hot platter.

If he had to be honest, it looked surprisingly enticing. Especially for a place like this where their main attraction should be the bedrooms instead of their food.

Brandon leaned close, the steam heating his face, and….

Sniff~ Sniff~

His nose perked up, sniffing the food. If it were laced with aphrodisiac, then surely, he would feel the effects sooner or later, just by inhaling the smoke protruding from the food.

And that's what he did as he waited for the effects to kick in, the food turning cold.

If one of the waitresses were to approach him, asking why he isn't eating, he would just reply with, "It's still hot."

But thankfully, no one approached him—busy entertaining the other guests.

No, there was one woman who was blatantly paying attention to him, nibbling on her handkerchief.

There was also another woman, standing right beside her, with pink hair.

Perking his ears, Brandon tried to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Hngg…! Why isn't he eating it!?"

"Who?"

"Him."

Thankfully, Brandon wasn't looking at them, pretending to fiddle with his phone.

"Ah, then…. did you spike his meal?"

"J-Just a bit…."

"That's odd. You don't usually do that."

"Y-Yeah… but… he's kind of handsome…."

So he was right.

The food really was spiked.

But if that was the case, why hasn't the effects kicked in?

In the first place, they had only mentioned 'spike.'

So…. maybe it wasn't aphrodisiac, but something else?

Ah.

What's the use of hesitating?

He could just go home and come back tomorrow.

With those thoughts in mind, Brandon took the first bite.

"Ah."

He could hear the woman yelp, a look of relief flashed across her features.

Brandon allowed the taste to savor in his mouth, until eventually, swallowing.

"Hm…."

And that was the only bite he took as he settled the utensils on the table. Clank!

Then, returned his attention back to the two women without directly looking at them.

"Oh no…. He looks dissatisfied…."

"Maybe there's something wrong with it? What did you even put in it?"

"Just a bit more flavor than usual…. Our food is usually bland… But I want him to come back and become a regular, that's why I added a bit more taste to it…."

"Oh, Alina…. Love at first sight…. What am I going to do with you?"

"...."

Brandon sat dumbfounded after eavesdropping on their conversation.

Yeah, his food was spiked.

Spiked with salt.

Now that he thought about it, the food was way too salty than normal.

Does this girl have no sense of taste—

Wait.

He began to recall Belle a year ago.

Back when she was still shit—a bit challenged when it came to cooking.

"Uh…."

'Yeah, no. I can't eat this.'

Soon after waiting a while, Reinhard had finally emerged, walking down the stairs. However, there was someone with him.

Squinting his eyes, Brandon scanned the person that was walking down beside Reinhard.

A woman, with silky platinum blonde hair and captivating crimson eyes. Body shaped like an hour–glass, proportionately perfect.

She had captivated everyone present, all attention fixed on her regardless of gender.

"Isn't that….?"

And a sense of familiarity washed over him.

"Miss Lianna…?"