Mikaya’s example would be a very good lesson for Alexander to learn.
It would teach him that children were not cookie-cutter copy-paste of one another, but unique, individual people who had their own quirks.
This was why Mikaya turned twisted while no others did.
But Alexander kept these thoughts to himself and instead turned his attention to Nafia, who he saw little point in humiliating for just some venting.
And he really could not care less to whom these immoral women lent their holes to as long as it did not affect him in any way.
And with this thought, he was about to reject Nafia, when suddenly the words got stuck in his throat.
‘As if I would ever want to have anything to do with you whores.’
This was the thought that came to Alexander and this sentence had one word that was of particular interest to Alexander.
And that specific word was- ‘whore’.
The moment this word came to Alexander’s mind, it mysteriously made a connection to a completely unrelated conversation Alexander recently had with a completely unrelated person.
Yes, he was thinking about Ophenia and her little establishments.
‘Wait. I need whores. And if I could get these three…..’ Alexander’s eyes flashed a cunning glow as they burnt green with greed at the bold, very bold thought that suddenly formed inside his head.
Alexander knew that the girls Ophenia could likely recruit would likely be skinny, malnourished, and cadaverous skin and bones, courtesy of the city of Zanzan being a starving hellhole for the last two years.
But, if he could Mikaya and her maids…Alexander’s thoughts ran wild.
The three girls’ faces, figures, and demeanors were nothing the common peasant could ever come across and this was not to even mention their techniques and experience.
And from what Nafia had described and what Alexander himself had tasted firsthand if Mikaya’s maid were even half as good as her, the amount of money and fame his establishment could gain what Alexander’s heart beat wildly with anticipation.
“Let me talk to your mistress,” After a long time of silence, Alexander replied to Nafia’s initial request.
This made Nafia produce a dazzlingly big grin that seemed to make Alexander think that the sunlight in the room had become brighter as she bowed, “Thank you, great pasha. Ohhh, thank you, I will never forget your generosity.”
This made Alexander who was planning to do the exact thing Nafia had complained to him about, darkly chuckled in his heart, ‘Haha, oh I’m sure you won’t’.
And with these intentions, Alexander returned to the balcony and the first thing he saw was Tajia massaging Mikaya’s thick, flawless thighs.
“So, did you enjoy Nafia’s story?” Mikaya had a cold, detached tone to her voice as she asked.
Naturally with the conversation taking place inside one room, she had heard every single word of it.
“She is just looking out for you, you know,” Alexander crossed his arms as he said such, the fake courtesy he had shown before nowhere to be found.
“Hmmmpp, she flaps her mouth too much,” Mikaya was very angry that Nafia had shared her such close, personal history with a complete stranger, even if Nafia had done so with the best of intentions in her mind.
And to show her disapproval, Mikaya snarled, “If you think you will get to touch a hair on me, think again!” finding intimacy with Alexander absolutely detestable.
“That’s right, that’s right. Sister stepped too out of bounds this time,” Tajia too joined her mistress in support of her decision, shaking her head vigorously to emphasize the point.
‘Woman, I could not touch that dirty coochie of yours with a ten-foot pole,’ Alexander rolled his eyes inside his head.
“Haha, my lady seems to be misunderstanding,” Alexander smiled the reply, and then said this real piece, “The reason I came here was not to fuck you but to propose a way for others to fuck you.”
Alexander intentionally made the offer as crass and vulgar as possible, making Mikaya produce a look of confusion after hearing this.
“What?” Mikaya fiercely turned her head and barked in a short, high-pitched voice.
‘This brat’s nerve!’ Mikaya shouted inside her head.
Alexander was not daunted by this little overreaction, instead calmly said, “I’m opening a high-class, primarily male-focused entertainment business and I was thinking if you would be interested in being one of the girls there?”
“Pasha Alexander, have you gone mad?” This was Nafia, who squealed in abject horror and disbelief.
Her mind felt numb just thinking about what Alexander was suggesting, and in desperation, she even tried to think of alternative meanings as she refused to consider that a pasha would suggest that a daughter of another pasha, moreover an ally pasha, to engage in such businesses under him.
But only one word kept flashing inside her mind- whorehouse.
And this was the same thought train that went inside the other two’s minds as they came to the conclusion that after coming with the intention to bang Mikaya and being harshly rejected by her, Alexander was now venting and cursing at her, a retaliation to what Mikaya had done to him before. ｂ𝚍𝚘𝚟ｌ.ｎｔ
‘Heh, plebian!’ Mikaya smirked triumphantly in her heart, that one single, simple word containing an endless amount of disdain and derision, as she congratulated herself for accomplishing what she had set out to do, that was to make Alexander furious.
Mikaya would not have even minded if Alexander had raised his hands on her, as it would have given her more content to attack Alexander within her letters.
“Pasha Alexander, how dare you suggest such a thing? We demand an apology or the pasha will hear about this!” Tajia bellowed at Alexander with her threat, glaring at him like an enraged lioness.
“Nafia, see the pasha out. Clearly, the sun is messing with his head,” Mikaya languidly waved her palm and slowly turned her forward, indicating this conversation was done.
Mikaya might be a nympho, but she was a true, blue-blooded nympho.
And no peasant scum was going to ever touch her, much less do anything more.
Yes, Mikaya did occasionally enjoy herself with slaves, like the time with Lady Inayah in Adhan, but those were not the norm, as Lady Inayah’s slaves were a special breed of their own.
And besides, according to her, slaves were at best dildoes that ate and breathed.
They were not human and so they did not count.
But for Alexander to suggest that she copulated with the common rabble, those sub-humans, irked Mikaya just as much she had irked Alexander.
Though Mikaya seemed like she was done with Alexander was not done with Mikaya.
He understood that the trio had assumed he was just cursing and insulting Mikaya in retaliation and not actually making a real offer.
And so he repeated, “Lady Mikaya may have misunderstood. When I made the offer I was not insulting or demeaning you, but making a real, genuine, sincere offer!”
“…….” A long silence followed following Alexander’s statement.
His explanation did not manage to thaw the tense atmosphere.
On the contrary, it caused the freezing atmosphere to become even colder.
Because to the girls, it looked like Alexander was not just cursing Mikaya but insisting that she really was what he was cursing her to be.
This would be like if someone threw the curse, ‘Son of a bitch’ and then tried to explain it was not a slang because that man’s mother was really a female dog.
Anyone who heard it would feel like that person was double cursing his opponent.
“Alexander, you lowly slave pleb. Don’t think just because you got a scrap of land that’s worth less than shit, you are something impressive. You have no idea what Pasha Farzah is capable of. Now get out of mistress’s face,” Nafia blew her top as if a super volcano had blown inside her head, as she threw her right hand towards the door to indicate that Alexander shows himself out, her eyes shooting fires out of them as if trying to burn Alexander to cinders.
She originally had a pretty good impression of Alexander before, not discriminating against him because of his background and even finding him handsome and charming.
This was because Alexander was completely different from all the rest of the nobles Nafia had met or mated with, with him being so young, gentle, and always very well-mannered.
She even had a little crush on the up-and-coming great lord, hoping to snatch a golden goose for herself as for a daughter of a shordar(baron) to catch the eye of a pasha was like landing on the moon with a single jump.
But with Alexander’s little stunt, this had all now been nuked out of existence, with all the admiration and adoration replaced with hated and disgust.
Ironically, this was also the exact route that Alexander had traveled with regard to his feelings about Nafia, albeit minus the crush part.
And if Alexander could read Nafia’s exact thoughts he thought have said,’ The feeling is mutual babe.’