Pseudoragori : Milking The Cafe With My Minotaur Wife

The café was bustling as usual, with the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air and the comforting hum of conversation creating a lively backdrop. Mani and Mocha worked together seamlessly, as they always did, their natural rhythm making even the busiest hours feel manageable.

"Two cappuccinos and a chai latte ready for table three!" Mocha called, setting the drinks on the counter with a satisfied smile.

"Got it," Mani replied, grabbing the tray and weaving through the tables to deliver the order.

Business was good, and everything seemed to be running smoothly—until the door jingled, announcing the arrival of a new customer.

An attractive anthropomorphic dog girl strolled into the café, her sleek fur shimmering in the sunlight. She had long, wavy hair and striking eyes, her tailored outfit hugging her figure in a way that immediately drew attention. Her confident stride turned heads as she approached the counter, her expression haughty.

Mocha's ears twitched, her red eyes narrowing slightly as she observed the newcomer. "Welcome to the café," she said politely. "What can I get for you today?"

The dog girl barely glanced at her, her gaze fixed on the menu above the counter. "Hmm," she said, dragging the sound out as if she were bored. "Do you have anything… exotic? Or is this just a boring little café like it looks?"

Mocha's smile tightened, but she kept her tone professional. "We have a wide selection of drinks and pastries. I'd be happy to recommend something if you're unsure."

The dog girl waved a dismissive hand. "I'll figure it out myself." She leaned forward, resting her elbow on the counter, and began tapping her nails impatiently.

Mani returned to the counter just as she decided on her order. "I'll have a caramel macchiato, extra foam. And don't make it too sweet," she said, her tone clipped.

"Got it," Mani replied, starting to prepare her drink.

As Mocha handed the dog girl her change, the customer's sharp nails scraped against the counter, leaving faint marks on the polished surface.

Mocha's red eyes flicked to the scratches, her tail flicking irritably. "Please be careful with the counter," she said, her voice still polite but firm.

The dog girl smirked. "Oh, relax. It's just a counter. Not like it's important or anything."

Mocha opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, the dog girl turned her attention to Mani.

"So," she said, her voice suddenly sweet and flirtatious, "you're the one making my drink? What's your name?"

Mani glanced up, his brow furrowing slightly. "It's Mani," he said simply, his hands moving quickly as he steamed the milk.

"Mani," she repeated, her tone lingering on his name. "That's a cute name. You must be pretty popular around here."

Mani gave her a polite but distant smile. "Thanks. My wife and I run this place together."

The dog girl's ears perked slightly, but she ignored his comment. "I bet you're the real brains behind this operation," she said, leaning on the counter and fluttering her lashes.

Mocha's tail flicked again, her annoyance growing. "Actually, we're a team," she said, stepping closer to Mani. "And we couldn't do this without each other."

The dog girl glanced at Mocha, her smirk widening. "Oh, I see. You're the wife he mentioned." She looked Mocha up and down, her tone dripping with fake sweetness. "Well, isn't that… lucky."

Mani set the drink on the counter, his expression neutral but his eyes sharp. "Here's your order. Enjoy."

Instead of leaving, the dog girl took a sip and wrinkled her nose dramatically. "Hmm. It's… fine, I guess," she said, setting the cup down with enough force to spill some foam onto the counter.

Mocha's patience was wearing thin, but she forced a tight smile. "If there's a problem with your drink, we'd be happy to fix it."

"No need," the dog girl said, waving her hand. "I'm sure it's as good as it gets around here." She turned her attention back to Mani. "Maybe next time you can make something just for me. Something special."

Mani's eyes narrowed, his voice firm. "I'm married."

"And I heard you the first time," the dog girl replied, her tone light and dismissive. "Doesn't mean we can't be… friends."

Before Mani could respond, Mocha stepped forward, her towering frame casting a shadow over the counter. Her red eyes glinted dangerously as she looked down at the dog girl.

"My husband," Mocha said, her voice calm but edged with steel, "isn't interested in 'friends.'"

The dog girl glanced up at Mocha, her smirk faltering for the first time. "I was just joking," she said, her tone less confident.

"Good," Mocha said, her smile tight. "Then enjoy your drink and have a nice day."

Sensing that she'd pushed too far, the dog girl grabbed her cup and walked out, her confident strut slightly less pronounced.

As the door jingled shut, Mani let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Thanks, Mocha," he said, glancing up at her.

"Anytime, honey," she replied, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Nobody messes with my husband and gets away with it."

Mani smiled, his admiration for her growing even more. No matter what challenges came their way, he knew Mocha would always have his back—and he'd always have hers.

The next morning, Mani and Mocha were going through their usual morning routine at the café when Mocha's sharp ears caught Mani letting out a frustrated sigh from behind the counter.

"What's wrong, honey?" she asked, walking over to him.

Mani glanced up from the laptop he was using to check their café's online presence. "We've got a bad review," he said, turning the screen so she could see.

Mocha leaned in, her red eyes narrowing as she read the comment.

"Worst café ever! The drinks are bland, the service is rude, and the owners have no idea what they're doing. Save your money and go somewhere else."

Mocha's tail flicked irritably. "Rude? Bland drinks? That doesn't even sound remotely true."

"It gets worse," Mani said, clicking to show her more reviews. "Look at these."

Each one-star review echoed the same complaints: rude service, bad drinks, and a lack of cleanliness—all things that couldn't have been further from the truth. Mocha's brow furrowed as she noticed a pattern.

"They're all saying the same things," she muttered, scrolling through the reviews. "Almost word for word, but phrased differently."

Mani sighed, leaning back in his chair. "This has to be deliberate. Someone's trying to hurt our business."

Mocha's floppy ears twitched as she thought back to the day before. The rude anthropomorphic dog girl who had come in, flirted with Mani, and left in a huff after being called out… Mocha's red eyes narrowed.

"It's her," she said firmly.

"Her?" Mani asked, looking up at her.

"That dog girl from yesterday," Mocha explained. "She's the only one who's been upset with us lately. And these reviews? They sound exactly like something she'd say."

Mani frowned, glancing back at the screen. "You really think she'd go that far?"

"I know it's her," Mocha said, her tone resolute. "She made fake accounts to leave these reviews. Look at the usernames—they're all generic, and none of them have reviewed anything else. She's targeting us."

Mani nodded slowly. "You're right. It's too much of a coincidence."

Later that evening, after the café had closed, Mocha and Mani sat down together to figure out what to do.

"This isn't just annoying," Mocha said, crossing her arms. "It's dangerous. If people believe these reviews, it could hurt our reputation."

"I agree," Mani said. "But we can't respond emotionally. If we start arguing with fake accounts online, it'll only make us look bad."

Mocha sighed, her tail flicking in frustration. "So, what do we do?"

Mani thought for a moment before replying. "First, we need to report these reviews to the platform. Most sites have policies against fake reviews, and if we explain the situation, they might take them down."

"That's a start," Mocha said, nodding.

"Next, we need to focus on our regular customers," Mani continued. "If they see these fake reviews, they'll know they're not true. And if we ask them to leave honest reviews about their experiences, it'll help drown out the fake ones."

Mocha smiled, her expression softening. "That's a good idea, honey. You're always so level-headed."

Mani smiled back. "We've worked hard to build this place. We're not going to let someone tear it down with lies."

Over the next few days, Mocha and Mani put their plan into action. They reported the fake reviews to the platform, providing detailed explanations of why they believed they were fraudulent. At the same time, they reached out to their regular customers, encouraging them to leave honest reviews if they had a moment to spare.

The response was overwhelming. Loyal customers flooded the café's page with glowing reviews, praising the friendly service, delicious drinks, and cozy atmosphere. The fake reviews were quickly buried under a sea of positivity, and the platform eventually removed the fraudulent comments.

One morning, as Mocha and Mani checked their page, they noticed the difference.

"Looks like everything's back to normal," Mani said with a relieved smile.

Mocha grinned, wrapping an arm around him. "I knew we'd get through this. No one can take us down that easily."

"And our customers had our backs," Mani added. "That means a lot."

Mocha leaned down to kiss his forehead. "It's because we've built something real here, honey. No amount of fake reviews can change that."

As the café doors opened and the first customers of the day walked in, Mocha and Mani felt a renewed sense of pride. Together, they had faced another challenge and come out stronger than ever.