Pseudoragori : Milking The Cafe With My Minotaur Wife-Chapter 13: Slander

Business at the café was booming as always, with regulars filling the tables and new customers drawn in by glowing word of mouth. Mocha and Mani had weathered the storm of fake reviews, and their café's reputation remained intact thanks to the loyal support of their community.

But just as things seemed to settle down, the door jingled one afternoon, and a familiar, unwelcome figure strode in.

The anthropomorphic dog girl, the source of their recent troubles, sauntered into the café like she owned the place. Her sleek fur glistened, and her confident smirk was firmly in place. Mocha's red eyes narrowed as she watched the girl approach the counter, her tail flicking in irritation.

"Well, if it isn't the big, bad wife," the dog girl said, her tone dripping with mockery.

"Welcome back," Mocha replied, her voice polite but icy. "What can we get for you today?"

The dog girl leaned on the counter, deliberately knocking over a neatly stacked pile of napkins. "Oops," she said with a smirk. "Clumsy me."

Mocha's fingers twitched, but she maintained her composure as she bent down to pick up the mess.

The dog girl turned her attention to Mani, who was busy at the espresso machine. "Hi there, handsome," she purred. "Still working hard? You should really take a break—maybe with me."

Mani sighed, not even looking up from his work. "I'm married," he said firmly.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," the dog girl replied, waving her hand dismissively. "But come on, aren't you curious? A guy like you deserves to have some fun once in a while."

Before Mani could respond, one of the regular customers, an older gentleman seated nearby, cleared his throat loudly.

"Young lady," he said, his tone stern, "you're being rude."

The dog girl turned to him with a mock-innocent look. "Rude? I'm just talking to my friend here."

"Doesn't look like he wants to talk to you," the man replied, his eyes narrowing.

A few other customers muttered their agreement, but the dog girl merely shrugged. "Whatever," she said, turning back to Mani with a sly grin.

Mocha stepped in, her towering frame casting a shadow over the counter. "If you're not here to order something, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

The dog girl's smirk widened. "Oh, I'm here for something alright. I'll take him," she said, pointing at Mani.

Mocha's tail lashed angrily, but before she could respond, Mani set down the drink he'd been making and stepped in front of her.

"That's enough," he said, his voice calm but firm. "I've told you before—I'm not interested. Please stop coming here if you can't respect that."

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The dog girl raised an eyebrow, her smirk faltering slightly. "You're serious, huh?"

"Completely," Mani replied. "This is our business, and you're not welcome here if you're going to cause problems."

The other customers nodded in agreement, their support bolstering Mani's resolve.

For a moment, it seemed like the dog girl might back down. But instead, she laughed, a short, sharp sound that echoed through the café. "Alright, fine," she said, turning toward the door. "But don't think this is over."

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A few days later, she returned again, this time without even pretending to order anything. She approached Mani directly as he cleaned the counter, ignoring Mocha entirely.

"Hey there, handsome," she said, leaning on the counter with a sly grin. "Why don't you come see me after work? I promise you'll have a good time."

Mani straightened up, his brow furrowing. "No. I've told you before—I'm not interested, and I'm married."

"So?" the dog girl replied, tilting her head. "Marriage doesn't mean you can't have a little fun on the side. Your wife doesn't have to know."

At this, Mocha, who had been restocking nearby, turned sharply. Her red eyes blazed as she strode over, her towering frame making the dog girl look small in comparison.

"He's not going anywhere with you," Mocha said, her voice low and dangerous.

The dog girl glanced up at her, clearly unimpressed. "Relax, big girl. I'm just offering your husband a little excitement. Nothing wrong with that."

Mocha's tail lashed angrily, but before she could respond, Mani stepped in front of her.

"You need to leave," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The dog girl opened her mouth to retort but stopped when she saw the determined look in Mani's eyes. For a moment, she seemed to consider pushing further, but eventually, she rolled her eyes and stepped back.

"Fine," she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "I'll leave. But don't think this is the last you'll see of me."

As the door jingled shut behind her, the café fell silent. Mani let out a long breath, turning to Mocha.

"Thanks for stepping in," he said softly.

"Always," Mocha replied, wrapping an arm around him. "No one messes with my husband."

Mani smiled, leaning into her embrace. "You're the best, Mocha."

"And don't you forget it," she said with a grin, her irritation fading as she held him close.

Though the dog girl had been a persistent problem, Mani and Mocha knew they could face anything together. Their bond was stronger than any outside interference, and no matter what challenges came their way, they would always have each other's backs.

The café buzzed with its usual energy, but Mocha's patience had worn thin. The dog girl had come in yet again earlier that day, spreading her usual chaos—flirting with Mani, leaving a mess, and acting as if she owned the place.

By the time the café closed for the evening, Mocha had reached her breaking point. As she sat at the counter, her red eyes glinting with determination, she turned to Mani.

"I've had enough, honey," she said, her voice firm. "She's not just annoying; she's a threat to our business and our peace of mind. It's time to deal with her for good."

Mani frowned, concerned. "What are you planning, Mocha?"

"Just a little digging," Mocha replied, her fingers already flying across the keyboard of her laptop.

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Mocha spent hours combing through the dog girl's online presence, determined to find something that would put an end to her antics once and for all. It wasn't long before she found exactly what she was looking for: the dog girl had been selling explicit content on OnlyFans under a pseudonym, and it wasn't hard to link the account to her real identity.

Mocha leaned back in her chair, a triumphant smile spreading across her lips. "Gotcha," she muttered.

The next day, armed with printed screenshots, Mocha took to the streets. She discreetly posted the evidence on bulletin boards, telephone poles, and community spaces around town. She didn't embellish or add any personal attacks—she simply let the pictures and account details speak for themselves.

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By the afternoon, word had spread like wildfire. The dog girl's carefully curated image was in shambles. People whispered about her in cafés and stores, and her name became synonymous with scandal.

Later that day, Mocha and Mani were cleaning up the café when the door jingled. They turned to see the dog girl, her confident demeanor gone. She looked disheveled, her tail drooping as she approached the counter.

"I... I need to talk to you," she said quietly, avoiding their eyes.

Mocha crossed her arms, towering over her with a stern expression. "Go ahead."

The dog girl hesitated, her usual smirk replaced by a nervous frown. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't have treated you both the way I did. I was out of line."

Mani glanced at Mocha, who remained silent, her red eyes locked on the dog girl.

"I didn't mean for things to get this bad," the dog girl continued. "I just... I was jealous. You two have something really special, and I guess I wanted to mess with it. But I see now that I was wrong."

Mocha's expression softened slightly, though she kept her arms crossed. "You didn't just mess with us," she said firmly. "You disrespected my husband, our business, and me. Do you have any idea how close you came to ruining everything we've worked for?"

The dog girl hung her head. "I know. I'm really sorry. I promise I won't bother you again."

Mani stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. "If you're serious about apologizing, then stay true to your word. Don't come back unless you're here as a respectful customer."

The dog girl nodded quickly. "I understand. Thank you for giving me the chance to apologize."

With that, she turned and left, her tail tucked between her legs.

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As the door closed behind her, Mani let out a sigh of relief. "Well, that's over."

Mocha smiled, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "It better be. If she tries anything again, I won't be so nice next time."

Mani chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"And don't you forget it," Mocha replied with a grin, her tail swishing happily.

Though the ordeal had been stressful, Mani and Mocha's bond was stronger than ever. They had faced the challenge head-on and come out victorious, proving once again that nothing could come between them.