Chapter 75 - In The Name Of Science, Equality And Head Pats (1/2)

Dolly propped her legs up on her new ebony desk with a satisfied sigh. All around her were fat stacks of cash and jewels. The large tent erected overhead blocked the sun but from the center of the tent hun several bright lamps which illuminated the entire room. And littered all over the place were soft rugs and pillows of every size and shape.

The giant metal box behind her, the size of a wagon, was where she stored her now considerable profits.

Business had been good. Real good. So good, in fact, that she was now in the process of buying a building from the nearby city in order to convert it into a full-blown bakery.

She already had a whole marketing plan worked out. She'd just gotten done placing all sorts of posters around the city, for example.

”Dolly's Sweet Spot. Now in a city near you!” She loved the name. It was so simple. Elegant.

”Dahlia D Claybrook, the only Sugar Mama you'll ever need.” She wasn't quite sure was a Sugar Mama was, but it sounded nice and just perfect for the occasion.

”Recipes from the creator of Cinnabon Delights, the Confection King himself, Damien Claybrook Come see Lord Sticky Bun live and in person! For a limited time only!”

Day had become really popular as a young culinary genius when he and father launched a chain of restaurants some time back with the Cinnabon Delight as their flagship pastry. This was a very lucrative venture and Dolly wanted to do that same. Day very rarely ran out of money if there was a bank nearby to withdraw some of the immense funds under his name as a co-owner of their business.

But he wasn't thinking big! Unlike Dolly who was plotting world domination via baked goods.

First, you dominate their stomachs. Then you dominate their souls. Just look at Baz. He'd long since become a slave to Day's cookies and now couldn't live without them. He broke out in hives if he went for longer than a week without at least one, which is why he kept some on hand at all times.

But how would she create her Empire just from a few bakeries, you may ask? Of course, by striking at the heart of society. Day and father were simple men so they didn't realize the potential of Day's ungodly, addictive culinary skills. Dolly, however, did.

She wasn't going to make a giant chain of bakeries, either. She may later, but the important step was to create a small and exclusive clientele. A select group of people with power and influence.

Who else but the Nobles and Royalty of the world? That's right. Dolly planned to get them all hooked on her pastries!

Through Day's drug-like baked goods, Dolly would rule the world!

She'd make thralls out of the world's Royalty and command from the shadows. Slowly building up her resources before finally revealing herself.

Dolly snickered while imagining wealth and grandeur of the highest orders. Day would look at her in five to ten years wearing a fancy crown inside a magnificent palace with all the forces on the planet bowing at her feet.

Their wedding will take place in front of millions, under a bright sun and thunderous applause.

”Dolly, I love you. You're my favorite sister! Let's be together forever and ever!”

People will cheer with tears in their eyes. ”LONG LIVE THE EMPRESS! LONG LIVE THE WI.N.C.E.S.T EMPIRE! SISTER LOVE FOREVER!”

”Oh-ho-ho.” Dolly chuckled maniacally. She stopped. Wait, what was with that weird high-pitched laugh? Somehow it just came from the depths of her being. Strange….

... Eh, whatever!

She cleared her throat and left the tent. She walked for ten minutes and found Day at the back of the high school division's training ground. They'd set their business in front of the highschool's gates and Dolly skipped class to count their earnings. Not like those boring teachers would be teaching her much Day hadn't covered years ago anyway.

She set up the bake sale there because more students attended the high school and they were often even richer.

These day's business was booming even harder since people needed the pick-me-up Day's baked goods brought. The students of the high school and a majority of the University division were now being trained for combat, for whatever reason.

This meant they practiced hard and even had to go on expeditions within the ”Dungeon” in the city close by.

Also thanks to the strange holes that had suddenly appeared in a great many ”floors” of the dungeon somehow, well, a few flying monsters or ones with the ability to jump high or walk on walls began to invade the upper floors.

So the areas normally deemed easier to traverse were now a little more dangerous overall since more powerful creatures would sometimes pop up on floors they shouldn't be in.

This is why the teachers started to organize and chaperone groups of students. They would accompany these groups who would delve into the dungeon to gain experience, protecting them from possible dangers too great for their current skills.

Anyway, right now Day was holding a cooking class! Because Dolly planned to expand her business and Day couldn't be cooking for her all the time, he decided to teach others to work for her.

These people were debt slaves Dolly acquired from the local gambling dens. Dolly wasn't allowed in these dens anymore. People accused her of cheating. How rude!

How is it her fault Day's lover in a previous life was Lady Luck, and the woman now showered Dolly with favor in the hope of gaining the approval of Day's most beloved sister? Or at least that's what Day sometimes said, jokingly. Though Dolly sorta believed it, actually.

Hehe. Little did Lady Luck know that she was actually helping Dolly with her plan of World I.n.c.e.s.tification! She was helping to push Day further into Dolly's arms! Muwahahahah~!

”Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho~!” Dolly instinctively raised the back of her hand to her lips, put the other on her hip, and tilted slightly backward with her head held high. One sharp canine was exposed and the sky seemed to darken just a bit.

She had no idea why this felt so right.

Ahem.

Dolly put it out of her mind and watched Day. He brought out several long tables carrying many batches of ingredients and tools. From a few feet to the side he'd made simple but large ovens.

”Remember,” He instructed seriously. ”You gotta embrace the dough!” He took the ball of dough on the table and gripped it. ”You've gotta sniff the dough!” He picked up and brought it to his nose. ” You've gotta lick the dough!” He ran a pink tongue along it's surface. ”You've gotta wash the dough! Date the dough! You've got to BE the marble!” He shouted. ”Ahem, I mean, the dough.”

Everyone was dead silent as they stared at him.

He threw the dough in a trash can to his side. ”Relax, I'm just f.u.c.k.i.n.g with you. ” He poured milk into a prepared batch of flour and other ingredients. ”You actually need to make love to the dough.” He suddenly chucked a wooden spoon at some burly man near the back, a debt slave who actually had the nerve to try and cheat when Dolly was busy taking his name. The chicken.

”Dammit, Karl, I meant figuratively!”

Dolly didn't see what happened from her angle but Day seemed pretty mad. He looked to be in control of things, though.

”There. Kneading it nice and slow. Gentle, but firm. Like handling a woman's ass. Be bold. Be confident! Don't worry, it's just a ball of flour, sugar and stuff, it doesn't need consent! Heh. But no seriously don't be too rough. You need to strengthen that gluten, not over-work it.”

”What's gluten?”

”Flavor, that's what. Anyone tells you any different, shank 'em, because they're a cancer that needs to be cut out. F.u.c.k.i.n.g stuck-up pricks, telling us how to live our lives. Don't even got any digestive illnesses. Just a bunch of vegan soy boy assholes tryna act all holier-than-thou. F.u.c.k. If I ever get back to Earth...Hmph. Let's see, they can be third on the list? After raiding the Area 51 and getting the Pope high.”

Dolly's ears were quite good lately. She heard Day's mumbles pretty easily but didn't know what he was getting at. But it sounded fun!

She walked over excitedly. ”You son of a bitch, I'm in.”

When she was younger and his friend WIll used to invite him out, Dolly had heard him say that often.

Her cheek was pinched. ”Little rascal, it's too early for you to clapping alien cheeks and smoking pot with religious leaders.”

”What does clapping mean?” Dolly fixed her eyes on Day, eager to learn.

”...F.u.c.k.”

***

Dolly got nowhere with her question even after pestering Day for a solid five minutes. Sadly, Day didn't want to teach her things anymore. She decided to ask Vee later, as she always did. Vee normally knew many of the things Day said, oddly enough.

Discouraged and not wanting to take up any more of his class time, she left.

She decided to go visit her friends, Serina, Tammy, LIly, and Janette had been disappearing more and more lately. Dolly didn't know what they were up to but sources say they'd been holed up in the University division's library for a full three weeks now and it was time to see what they were doing.

So, with that in mind, she took a carriage and headed over! Taking Milly with her at Day's urging.

The campus of the University a little small than the highschool but the buildings were even more beautiful and sophisticated. But at this time of day, there were very few people outside. There was a class or two holding outdoor exercises in accordance with the military training some were receiving, but from the way the older boys and girls were still looking so full of optimism and hope for life, unlike the ones Day taught, she could tell they didn't have a very effective teacher.

Dolly ignored them and looked around a while, asked someone for directions, and then finally found what she was looking for.

Two tall, ornate doors leading to the library opened slowly after using both hands to push.. They let out creaks and groans and sounded ominous. Dolly's hair stood on end and she felt as if she were walking into something bad.

”Great atrocities have been done here,” Milly spoke up.

Dolly agreed. ”It feels….strange.”

Not only the air was stale, but there was also a quiet darkness and gloom that encroached upon the entire room, vast as it is. There were candles and lamps, yet the dark felt like it was trying to swallow their light. That's how eerie the place seemed.

Dolly entered fearlessly, and even almost cheerfully. This place...it set her heart afire!

Isn't this the ”Boss fight” kind of place Day taught her about?! Are her newfound skills finally going to get their time to shine?! A spring came to her step. Hehe. She's become Goddess of Ten Thousand Bum Pokes!