The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!-Chapter 239. A Demi Human Cheetah?! I’m Invested!

"Oh, also... since Mara is going to probably need a lot of rest because of her condition..."

"I believe the inn needs another pair of hands," she said. "Mara will need to slow down in a few months, and I’m going to handle the evening service on my own starting now."

Rex nodded once when he was about to leave. Marceline held his hand as he paused to look at her face, where he could clearly see her expression of frustration.

"Today... do you have time in the night just for me?" Marceline asked, giving Rex a signal, which he got right away.

"You want what Mara is having right now?"

"Yes... since that bastard is home... I guess you can punish him by making me pregnant."

"Aight then." Rex let go of her hand. "But first, I need to check out that demi-human cheetah because I’m really curious."

"I’m going to ensure she works for you too, especially since you’ll be in the same situation as Mara," Rex laughed.

...

He found her on his second pass through the area around the second bridge.

Rex knew that the small restaurant she was coming out of was owned by a man who had extreme opinions about how he hired people. The way she left was the way someone would leave if they got the answer they expected but didn’t want.

She was exactly what Marceline had said she would be.

The cheetah-type’s ears were positioned higher than a typical human’s and possessed the same expressive quality as those of cat-type demi-humans. They were currently oriented toward someone who was handling disappointment with as much dignity as possible.

Her tail mirrored this: long, black, and spotted, it moved slowly and deliberately, much like tails do when their owners are mindful of their surroundings.

Rex noted that she appeared young, likely in her mid-twenties at most. She had the look of someone who was naturally agile and swift, yet seemed to have gone without sufficient food lately.

Her clothes looked like they belonged to someone who had been making do with little and put cleanliness above all else, and she also wear a glasses.

Rex observed her as she checked the little notebook she carried, crossed something off, glanced at the next entry, and then looked at the address she needed to go to. The expression on her face during this process resembled that of someone moving through tasks mechanically, merely completing the next step without concern for the outcome.

But then his eyes were literally pulled towards her chest.

"Holy fucking shit... just by looking at it made my back hurt a lot." Rex said, commenting on her massive breasts that she’s carrying everywhere. "Now I can see why that bastard wanted her."

"He’s going for those massive succulent jugs..."

"Well... I’m wondering how it feels to have my way with her." Rex takes a deep breath. "Fuck it, let’s do it."

"Those massive succulent jugs are irresistible!"

He walked in the same direction she was walking.

He was half a block behind her, not closing the distance, just moving in parallel, when the situation changed.

Bryan Bancey came around the corner of the second bridge street from the north, walking with the specific quality of someone who had a destination in mind and was not looking at the general foot traffic.

’The fuck...?! He’s already here...?’

Rex could see that Bryan saw Linda.

The look on Bryan’s face when he saw her was not that of a man meeting a professional acquaintance, a former correspondent, or anyone with a straightforward connection to him.

Rex stopped walking.

Bryan approached her quickly and lowered his voice to say something direct. Rex couldn’t make out the words, but he observed their body language: Bryan leaning in, Linda instinctively shifting back, and Bryan’s hand reaching toward her arm before halting as her tail stiffened—a clear signal of the boundary set by cat-like demi-humans.

Linda’s response, when it came, was loud enough to carry.

"I told you not to contact me anymore," she said, and the quality in her voice was not the voice of someone managing anger but the voice of someone who was genuinely done with something and was stating that fact without embellishment. "You told me you were unmarried!"

"You told me there was no one, but it turns out... you’re a disgusting human who pays women to do anything you want!"

Bryan said something else that was lower.

"I don’t want to hear your explanations." Linda said, "I’m not interested in a married man! I never was!"

"What you told me wasn’t true, and I’m not going to stand here and listen to you explain why it was okay."

She took a step back.

"Don’t follow me," she said. "If you do, I’ll fucking bite your face off."

The ears went back, the tail went straight, and she walked past Bryan and down the street like someone who had made up their mind.

Bryan watched her leave with the look of a man whose life had just gotten more complicated. Then he turned and walked in the other direction, looking like he needed time to rethink how he felt about how the morning had gone.

Rex also saw him leave.

"Good job, you stupid hopeless piece of shit." Rex facepalmed. "You need a better A-game... just like me."

After that, he turned around and followed Linda.

He found her again by the river, in the quiet part of the embankment below the second bridge. There, foot traffic was light, and the stone walls on either side made it feel like she was temporarily away from the rest of the city.

She was sitting on the low wall of the embankment with her notebook closed on her knee. Her tail was moving in a slow, irregular way, which is a sign that someone was going through a series of feelings rather than being in a settled state.

There was a noise coming from her stomach that wasn’t quiet.

She quickly placed her hand over it, as if embarrassed by an involuntary sound. Then she gazed at the river, resembling someone who had managed to remain composed during Bryan’s return and was now, in the relative privacy of the embankment, allowing the full scope of her morning to come into focus.

Rex sat on the wall two meters from her.

She noticed him immediately, her wariness surfacing like that of someone accustomed to living on edge, wary of strangers who intruded upon quiet spaces. Her ears tuned in, tilting slightly as if to conduct a subtle assessment.

"Calm down." Rex said, "I’m not that asshole you used to call Bryan."

She continued the assessment for a moment. "I didn’t think you were."

"You had a difficult morning," Rex said.

She looked at him like someone who was trying to figure out if the observation was an intrusion or a point of contact.

"It’s nothing I haven’t already dealt with," she said, which was mostly true and represented the version of the truth she intended to start with.

Rex stared at the river. It had the exact quality of moving water in a city that had just been through a crisis.

It was still running and didn’t care about anything, which was either comforting or annoying, depending on what you needed from it.

"The restaurant on the second bridge street," Rex said. "They don’t hire demi-humans, you know?"

"They all could be pretty racist."

Linda’s expression changed to the particular look that appears when someone mentions an unspoken topic. "Well yeah..."

"Most of them don’t," she said. "A few do, but they’re fully staffed."

"How long have you been in Aethelgard?"

"Three months," she said. "I came because I heard there was more work here than in the eastern provinces."

"And that was true... only before the attack, but now everything is closed for assessment and reconstruction."

"What kind of job do you want?"

She looked at him for a moment to see if the question had a certain direction. "Mostly service work..."

"I’ve worked as a maid, done some kitchen work, and managed the household in general."

’Maid...? Now I’ve started to think about that failure bitch named Lilith.’ Rex thought, and he was about to leave her alone, but then he was still interested in her cheetah traits.

Rex nodded.

"I don’t have an address or a reference in this city," she said. "That’s what every place asks for, and it means I’ve had the same conversation seventeen times."

For a moment, Rex stared at the river again.

"I want to tell you something," he said, "about Bryan Bancey and the situation you were in with him, because you should have the accurate version rather than the version he gave you."