It was a simple little lounge. Men could come in, buy some time with a few of the ladies, sit around and drink, or get a private room. Akkun ran the whole building and was pretty lax in terms of being a boss.

Of course, it was Kisaki who really ran the place, so Akkun didn't have to do much anyway.

Akkun sat upstairs on a comfortable couch, having a drink while a new hire tried to scoot closer to him. It was like some new hazing ritual for the longer working girls to encourage the new girls to come onto Akkun. They seemed to get their fun from embarrassing the new blood when you came in and nearly caved a face in.

So, Akkun just drank from his glass as the girl kept touching him. His arm, his leg, his neck. It didn't do anything for Akkun, not the way your touch did. And definitely not the way your fire did.

You appeared like a ghost, clearing your throat, "The hell is going on here?"

The working girl glared at you, "Get lost. The boss is busy."

Both your eyebrows raised in mock understanding, "Oh, is he? Apologies, I didn't know that visiting my boyfriend was such a crime."

Akkun smirked against his glass as his employee froze. He knew you'd scold him for going along with it again, but it was slightly worth it.