Goddess Wives x Eternal Dungeon

I danced with Cassandra for quite some time; she asked questions constantly as if trying to figure me out and mentioned several terms related to wolves or werewolves, but I wasn’t sure as I became one in the dungeon.

Once satisfied, she let me go, and we returned to the drinking area.

With a loud thud, I landed on the sofa, spreading myself out, with the expensive bottle of spirits in my hand, the full moon just past a half moon.

“Phew, your dance was amazing.”

Cassandra was different and sat down elegantly while taking out a small mug created from the same crystal as the bottle, with a small wolf as the handle.

“So, what request did you have in mind?”

When she filled the mug, a blue moon appeared on the side, filled with glistening silver dots. I heard her words but chose to ignore them to enjoy one more swig of the strange spirit that was fruity and sweet with only a slight burn.

The bourbon’s slight burning sensation, the sweet kick from the caramel aftertaste and the low music from below seemed to spur my desires, and I decided to take a chance; this moment was pure change anyway.

“I want to be your boss.”

Tilting my head, I looked at her not as a pretty woman but now as someone I needed to crush to start my gang.

Cassandra looked at me with blank eyes, “Huh?”

“You heard me.”

Cassandra tilted her head before filling her mug again and looking at me, “Why do you want that? And what makes you think you can be my boss?”

I smiled and drank the spirit, “Because I need connections and a front for my operations; your girls aren’t normal.”

Cassandra smirked and stood up; her movements were quick as she sat on me, crossing her legs and pressing against me, “And why should I let a random handsome guy run my business, handsome?”

She wasn’t being playful; her nails transformed into sharp claws pointed at my chest, while my hands transformed completely into huge claws wrapped around her throat.

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Cassandra smirked and licked my lips, “Then try killing me if you can?”

Blood splattered the sofa in a flash, and Cassandra fell to the floor, holding her bleeding throat.

Her claws didn’t penetrate my suit’s shirt, while I had torn her neck, watching her floundering on the floor.

Cassandra coughed blood, and her eyes changed; fur covered her body while her teeth became sharper, and a tail emerged from her skirt.

A grey wolf, huh?

Cassandra growled and lunged at me, but I caught her midair, grabbing her nose and smashing her into the glass table.

The shards of glass tore through her face and chest, causing the blue lady to howl and try to attack me with her claws, but a swift knee to her abdomen completely winded her as they dropped down without power.

“Hmmm, are you only this strong?”

Several women rushed into the private room the next moment, clearly watching on a monitor, all brandished blades.

Well, the laws against firearms in this country are extreme; after all, it’s not a barbaric country.

I charged at the first girl and twisted her wrist, breaking the bone and stealing her blade before stabbing her thigh, causing her to drop to the floor convulsing.

Cassandra looked at me angrily and howled, lunging at me again, but this time, I dodged and stabbed her shoulder.

She was quite strong but lacked speed, so I easily dodged her attacks and counterattacked, injuring her multiple times until her werewolf form returned to a human state.

Easily making short work of the girls she sent, I grabbed my bottle of Blue Lady Bourbon, sitting on the slightly bloody sofa and began to drink as if nothing had happened.

“So, let’s make a deal, yeah?”

Cassandra struggled to sit up but glared at me while healing; her wounds were closing rapidly, but my claw wounds were different, with something in my claws preventing them from fully healing.

“Fuck you, asshole. Kill me if you dare?”

“Ah… why kill you? You’re a pretty woman. Shake your hips again; maybe Daddy will forgive you?”

Cassandra growled but glared at me angrily, “Who the hell are you? How are you this strong?”

“Just a guy trying to become a gang leader.”

I smiled at her calmly, enjoying the Blue Lady Bourbon while ignoring her.

My mental health might have improved, but there was a saying: Once broken, it will never be the same again.

I was fully aware my actions were counterproductive, yet the thrill of my two racing hearts and the look of defeat on these five women who looked at me as if I was garbage earlier was intoxicating, and I didn’t care who didn’t like it.

Cassandra looked at me angrily but shivered as I looked at her coldly, “Submit, and I will heal your wounds; reject, and I will slowly torture you for days.”

She trembled at my chilly tone, and her eyes widened as she realised her injuries wouldn’t heal; whatever poison I injected prevented her wounds from healing!

“Fine, what deal do you want?” Cassandra submitted unwillingly but looked at me coldly.

I smiled at her, “Become my woman and manage my businesses and gang.”

The woman thing was just for show; right now, I had plenty of better women to sleep with, those who wouldn’t try to stab me in the chest because of a rude word or touch her ass during a dance, but if she were my woman, many things would become simpler.

To her, though, maybe it was like hearing news of her death. She glared at me hatefully and clenched her fists, “You want me to become your slave, asshole?”

Cassandra cursed me while I shrugged, “Become my woman, not a slave; if you become my woman, then I will protect you and treat you well, unlike most gang leaders who would just drug you up and rape you till bored and ship you off to a brothel to earn them money till you die in a gutter somewhere.”

Cassandra shivered, but her hatred increased, “So, sleeping with you is the only option?”

I nodded, and Cassandra looked at me hatefully, “Fine, asshole; I will become your woman, but I won’t give you loyalty.”

Somehow, this was quite amusing to hear, but since I knew this woman was weaker than Elizabeth and Haruka now, thanks to the dungeon, it would be amusing to see her try to revolt against me.

“No problem, now drag your asses here so that I can heal your wounds.”

Cassandra limped towards me, dragging her bleeding body while the girls followed, each cursing me quietly, but I ignored them and touched their bodies, which had nothing to do with healing them, as I poured a potion from my storage into their wounds as it healed in seconds.

“There, how about we settle business first?”

I tapped the side table before watching as the four women started to clear the broken glass and table, carrying another in moments later; while sitting across from me with a hateful face, Cassandra was biting her teeth and letting out low growls.

Ah, don’t look so adorable; it makes me want to bully you more…

“Give me this club and help build my fame. Don’t worry, I won’t rob you; the profits can be cut twenty to eighty, with you taking eighty. This place is something you build; I won’t take much.”

Cassandra glared at me hatefully but nodded; her income skyrocketed recently, so losing a portion wasn’t bad, although her pride as the wolf queen hurt her immensely.

“Fine, what else?”

“Nothing, for now; answer my calls within two rings, and I’ll have someone contact you about working together.”

Cassandra nodded, and I stood up, leaving the VIP lounge; however, as I was leaving, she shouted, “Wait!”

Turning around, I saw her looking at me hatefully, “What about Kevin?”

Before she could blink, my body had already cleared the distance between us, holding her throat and pushing her against the wall so hard it began to crack and tremble. Her face filled with fear as her body started convulsing from my tightening hand.

“If there is so much as a cut on his body, or if he even learns about this side, I will kill all of you. No matter how distantly related, the girls you’ve saved are your members. All of them will die.”

Kevin was my only friend; I was just Shibuya Rai to him, not a mental case or broken.

I wanted to keep our friendship as the only normal thing in my life.

My hand released her as she dropped to the ground, coughing and rubbing her now bruised throat; I felt I overreacted, but what was done was done.

“Have the documents ready for transfer within two days; I’ll see you again, Cassandra.”

Leaving the VIP lounge, I headed out of the Blue Lady, ignoring the stares from several gangsters outside; however, as I walked to my car, a loud explosion rang behind me.

Turning around, I watched a group of people emerge from a black van, shooting at the building.

The symbol on the van was one I could never forget.

“Oh… the black snake gang want to attack my new place? Isn’t this the perfect chance to build prestige and add substance to Cassandra being my woman?”

“Hahaha… Let’s try to use Stockholm syndrome and make the woman who hates me grow to need me.”

{(Do even the gods of this world love you too!?)}