New law of Beast Taming

The Madam was stunned at the audacity Yoko Tsurugi showed in her shop.

Not only was she twisting everything the Madam said, but she was also doing it in a way that could cause misunderstandings. This was not a good thing for the madam.

She opened her mouth to correct Yoko, but then Sakura joined in.

"Well, I have to say that this dress looks dashing on you cousin. I think that we should buy it as it is as well. I am sure no one would dare criticize the unique and beautiful design madam came up with, right?"

This was too much pressure for the madam.

If she chose to say anything negative, her store's reputation would fall. But saying anything positive would deprive her of the chance to find some good gossip.

But in the end, the allure of gossip was not as strong as Madam feared it to be. She was able to prioritize her carrier and take a step back from the pair in front of her.

"Of course, our lady Yoko looks good in anything. No one will be able to criticize her when she will show up tomorrow in this dress."

Madam hated to say this but the dress looked stunning on Yoko Tsurugi. The only thing that stuck with her as odd was the size of the dress. But it was more so because she knew how the original dress was supposed to fit.

If someone saw this dress for the first time on Yoko Tsurugi, they would not feel as if the dress was awkward or oversized at all.

"Hmm, I will take this dress. Sakura, go and pay for this dress while I do the payment. It will not take me long at all."

Sakura nodded and quickly paid up.

As soon as the pair exited the cloth shop, Amane felt someone following her. There was a flash of a camera trying to document her on her right. There was another reporter following her from the west.

And then there was the reporter that was not even trying to hide his presence.

All these people were beginning to piss Amane off. The only way she would be able to remain calm in this situation and get anything done would be by losing them.

Luckily, Sakura had anticipated this happening and decided to use an illusion potion on the pair.

It was not like they could walk into the parlor and just get their facials done quietly. The rule of the parlor they were visiting was to remain decreet. It was because it was a place that handled high-profile people.

No one wanted to get into trouble by revealing sensitive information, so an illusion potion was provided.

"Yoko, here. We will drink this as soon as we get into our car. Our driver would be responsible for losing our tails."

Their driver and other staff had been trained on how to deal with these annoying pests called reporters. Amane was sure that they would be able to keep these reporters at bay for the time being.

The smell coming off the illusion potion made Amane gag. But she was sure that it had more to do with her preferences than the pregnancy she was suffering from. She had never been good with a lot of herbs after all.

"Take it easy Yoko. If you cannot swallow this potion, then don't worry. I have a lot more you can try out if you like."

Amane forced the potion down her throat anyway. Be it this potion or the other illusion potions, the basic ingredients for all of them were the same so she would have the same problem swallowing other potions as well.

"Let's get this over and done with."

Amane swallowed the potion and stood up. She felt dizzy for a minute before her magic cloaked her form. Her body had turned into an ordinary schoolgirl's but the face behind her hidden mask was still the same.

On the other side, Sakura had transformed as well and they were both ready to head into the parlor.

The reporters following their car did not even notice when two unknown teenage girls got off the car and sped off. They followed the Tsurugi car to the mansion and waited outside.

...…

The parlor trip was hellish. But that was the price one paid for beauty.

Amane's skin had been scrubbed and she had been waxed all over. The massage was decent but the feeling of unknown foreign hands on her body made her annoyed,

On the other hand, Sakura was in her element. She thrived on the attention she got and she also seemed to be having a good time.

The workers of the parlor tried to get Sakura's real name and information so that they could sell it later. But Sakura was too cunning to fall for their tricks.

Every time the worker girls asked a question, Sakura made sure to deflect it and answer vaguely. It pissed off the workers but they could not afford to make Sakura angry.

Now, Amane would have felt pity for such workers usually. They had to put up with rude and annoying customers most of the time.

But there was one reason Amane did not feel anything for them.

These workers were over-pair and overcompensated. They also had unethical income after selling information about their clients to the reporters. That was also the reason they were trying too hard to make Sakura fall for their charms.

They wanted to know more about Sakura so that they could get more money by selling her information.

"Sis, I think we are done here. Let's hurry and go back home now."
Stay tuned to empire

Sakura called out and stood up. She looked annoyed after having one of the workers stick to her all the time.

The worker realized that Sakura's patience was running thin and quickly let her go. That was how they both managed to make it out of the parlor quickly.

"Ugh, I forgot how much I hated those crafty employees of the parlor who tried to take advantage of us. But at least we got our skin taken care of."

Amane wanted to agree but her skin was currently red and suffering after the waxing. She needed immediate aftercare or she would get pimples on her face.

"Tsk, we don't have time for all this Sakura. I will grab a gel face mask and then we shall head home."

Amane instructed before she went toward the backside. She paused as she heard loud noises coming from the room and Amane decided to listen in on what was happening.

"So, the…*augh*...sold the pearl of desires…*yes, there*...will be on the black market?"

The moaning sound was impossible to be mistaken once Amane had her ear pressed up against the wall. She did not care about the sex, but she was interested in what they were talking about.

The pearl of desires was a sacred artifact for the heretic population. It was a connection to their god and the sacred beast that ruled them all.

The pearl was said to grant any desire of the one in control of it. But you needed to pay the right price for it.

"Of course…*I love your body. It's so tight*...the pearl will appear…after the auction…. *huff*...Lubelion House…don't know the date yet…"

"Hey, what do you think you are doing while leaning against the wall? Don't you know that leaning like this is not allowed in this corridor? How did you even get in here?"

One of the employees noticed Amane's presence and quickly tried to get Amane up. Whether she knew about the conversation taking place behind the corner or not was unknown to Amane.

But Amane did not mind leaving this parlor now. She had gotten what she wanted from these people after all.

The place of the auction had already been heard by Amane so that was all she needed to hear.

"Hmm, I came back for a gel-face mask but I can see that you are unbothered about providing me any good service. I will have to complain about you to your manager after all."

The employee was not impressed by the threat she heard.

She heard such things once or twice a day and achieved immunity after hearing this. Most people who came here did not have enough influence to threaten her or anything.

"Hump, do what you want to."

That day, the worker and everyone else in the parlor learned a lesson - to not underestimate any of their clients. The rude female had been fired as soon as she entered the restroom once everything was done.

The main head looked sorrowfully at the worker before handing her the letter of resignation with the employee's name on it.

"B-But why? This was how I always behaved with the clients. Why am I getting fired today of all days?"

The worker asked with a look of disbelief and the main-overlooker looked resigned.

"I am sorry but things are what they are. You should pack up and leave now."