Harassment

The café bustled with its usual midday crowd, the soft hum of conversation mixing with the sound of clinking cups and the occasional hiss of the espresso machine. Mani and Mocha worked seamlessly together, as always. Mani manned the register, while Mocha moved gracefully through the room, serving drinks and chatting with customers.

Despite the busy atmosphere, Mocha's sharp minotaur ears picked up something that made her pause. Near the back of the café, a small group of teenage boys were huddled together at a table. They were whispering and chuckling, their eyes darting in her direction.

Her floppy ears twitched as she tuned into their conversation.

"Dude, look at her. She's huge."

"Her boobs are bigger than my head. Can you imagine—"

"Bet she'd crush someone if she sat on them."

Mocha's red eyes narrowed. She tried to stay professional, keeping her expression neutral as she placed a tray of drinks on a nearby table, but the boys' lewd comments continued to reach her sensitive ears.

Mani, who had been wiping down the counter, noticed the subtle change in her demeanor. He followed her gaze and quickly caught on. The boys weren't exactly subtle about where their eyes were focused, and their whispered remarks—though quiet to most—were painfully clear to Mocha.

Mani's jaw tightened. He put down the towel he was holding and walked toward the boys' table.

"Excuse me," Mani said, his voice calm but firm.

The boys flinched, clearly not expecting to be addressed. They looked up at Mani, their expressions a mix of guilt and nervousness.

"Could I speak with you for a moment? In private," Mani added, gesturing toward the hallway that led to the café's back room.

The boys exchanged uneasy glances but ultimately stood and followed him. Once they were away from the main floor, Mani turned to face them, his arms crossed.

"I couldn't help but notice the way you've been looking at my wife," he said evenly.

The boys' eyes widened in shock. "Your wife?" one of them stammered.

"Yes," Mani said, his tone still calm but with an edge of authority. "Mocha is my wife. And I heard some of the things you've been saying about her."

The boys immediately looked down, their faces flushing with embarrassment.

"W-we didn't know," one of them mumbled.

"Yeah, we didn't mean any harm," another added quickly.

Mani sighed, his expression softening slightly. "Look, I get it. Mocha is… striking. But that doesn't give you the right to talk about her like that, especially in our café."

The boys nodded quickly, their guilt evident. "We're sorry," the first boy said. "We didn't mean to disrespect her—or you."

"I appreciate the apology," Mani said. "Just remember to show some respect next time, alright?"

"Got it," they replied in unison.

When Mani returned to the front of the café, Mocha was waiting for him, her arms crossed and a raised eyebrow hinting at her curiosity.

"What did you say to them?" she asked.

"I just made it clear that their behavior wasn't acceptable," Mani replied, giving her a reassuring smile. "They apologized."

Mocha's expression softened, and a small smile tugged at her lips. "Thanks, honey," she said, leaning down to plant a kiss on his forehead. "You didn't have to do that, but I appreciate it."

"You're my wife," Mani said simply. "Of course I had to."

Mocha chuckled, her tail swishing behind her. "You're too sweet sometimes, you know that?"

Mani shrugged, returning to his spot behind the counter. "Just doing my job."

As the boys left the café a short while later, they made a point of avoiding eye contact with Mocha, their embarrassment still fresh. She watched them go with a mix of amusement and satisfaction, grateful for Mani's quiet but firm intervention.

The rest of the day passed without incident, and as the sun began to set, Mocha glanced over at Mani with a fond smile. No matter what challenges came their way—whether it was rival cafés or rowdy customers—she knew they'd always have each other's backs.

The café had closed for the day, and the warm, inviting atmosphere of their home felt like a well-earned reprieve. Mani and Mocha were curled up together on the couch, a soft blanket draped over their legs as they watched an anime. The glow from the TV illuminated the room, the only other sound the occasional rustling of the blanket as Mocha adjusted her position.

Mani was engrossed in the episode, his eyes fixed on the screen as the characters on the show launched into an intense battle. Mocha, however, found her thoughts drifting back to earlier in the day. The comments those teenage boys had made about her figure echoed in her mind—not because they bothered her, but because they amused her. She couldn't help but smirk as she remembered how flustered Mani had been when he confronted them on her behalf.

As the episode ended, Mani stretched his arms and let out a satisfied sigh. "That was a good one," he said, glancing at Mocha. "What'd you think?"

"It was great," she replied, though her tone had a mischievous edge to it. Her red eyes sparkled as she turned to face him fully, her long red hair cascading over her shoulders.

Mani tilted his head, noticing her expression. "What's that look for?"

Mocha didn't answer. Instead, she shifted her position, climbing onto his lap with a fluid motion that left Mani blinking in surprise.

"Mocha, what are you—" he started, but his words caught in his throat as she settled her plump, curvaceous butt firmly against his lap.

Her tail swished lazily behind her as she leaned in close, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "I was just thinking about something," she said, her voice low and playful.

"Thinking about what?" Mani asked, his cheeks already beginning to flush.

"Those boys at the café," she said, leaning back slightly and pressing her thick thighs and round butt into him. "Remember how they couldn't stop talking about my ass?"

Mani's face turned red as he stammered, "I-I told them off! You don't have to—"

"I know, honey," Mocha interrupted, her grin widening. "But it got me wondering… Do you agree with them?"

Mani's breath hitched as she began to move, slowly grinding her hips against him. The soft, plump flesh of her butt pressed into his lap, the sensation making it impossible for him to think straight.

"Mocha!" he exclaimed, his voice high-pitched and flustered.

"What?" she said innocently, her tail flicking behind her. "I'm just curious. You've never told me what you think of my butt."

Mani's face was practically glowing as he tried to look anywhere but at her. "I-I don't think—"

Mocha cut him off with a laugh, her movements becoming more deliberate as she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "Oh, honey, your face says it all," she teased, her tone dripping with amusement. "You love it, don't you?"

"I-I…" Mani tried to protest, but the way her plump thighs and round buttocks rubbed against him made it impossible to form a coherent response.

Mocha chuckled, her red eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You're so easy to fluster," she said, giving her hips a playful wiggle. "It's adorable."

Mani's hands hovered awkwardly at his sides, unsure of where to put them. "Mocha, please…" he managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Please what?" she asked, tilting her head with mock innocence. "Stop? Keep going? You'll have to be more specific, honey."

Her teasing only made his cheeks burn hotter, and she could feel the effect she was having on him. Her playful grin widened as she felt something stir beneath her, confirming what she already suspected.

"Oh?" she said, her tone turning even more mischievous. "Is that what I think it is?"

Mani buried his face in his hands, his muffled voice protesting weakly, "Mocha, come on!"

She laughed, her warm, rich voice filling the room as she leaned down to kiss the top of his head. "Relax, honey," she said, her movements slowing but not stopping. "I'm just teasing you. You're too much fun to resist."

Despite his embarrassment, Mani couldn't help but smile faintly at her affection. No matter how much she loved to tease, there was always a warmth in her actions that reminded him just how much she cared.

As she finally settled down, draping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him into a tight hug, Mocha nuzzled his cheek and murmured, "I love you, honey. Every single part of you."

Mani sighed, his blush still lingering but his heart full. "I love you too, Mocha."