Chapter 39: Doutzen's Bitter Coffee!
Ryuji came out first. Women, they have to wash their faces, shampoo, brush their teeth, and take care of themselves before they can face the world—and even a goddess isn't exempt.
Before he could open the door to see Steve, he noticed Doutzen sitting there: "Wow—what happened to you? Two big dark circles under your eyes!"
"It's not because of you guys!" Doutzen glared at him. "Why can't you be quieter?!"
"What did I do?" Ryuji raised an eyebrow, not buying it. Even though the "spell" had been set, making it impossible to hear anything from outside, it didn't stop Doutzen from making up her own conclusions.
Other than going out to eat, the two had been holed up in the bedroom for the past three days. What were they doing? Anyone could guess.
"Tch!" Doutzen grimaced as Ryuji looked over at Steve Trevor sitting in the living room with a constipated expression. It clicked. He gave Doutzen an approving look. Despite fighting side by side, Doutzen still couldn't stand Steve. Not because of any personal animosity, but because Steve had crashed into Paradise Island by accident, involving many of her sisters.
Ryuji felt that Doutzen should blame him, since he was the one who took down Steve's plane. But he wouldn't foolishly 'block the disaster' for Steve—after all, it was Paradise Island that Steve had broken into.
"Training session today," Ryuji smiled at Doutzen. She was obviously trying to block Steve. It was cute, and Ryuji found himself liking her just a little bit more.
"Yes!" Doutzen raised her fist in excitement.
This "training" wasn't a sparring session between men and women; it was more about Doutzen realizing her weakness in battle. Even Samir could shoot and kill on the battlefield, but all Doutzen could do was watch.
After all, she was just an ordinary Amazon warrior, and still had to rely on two swords. She couldn't just charge in and hope to survive. If an enemy had a rifle, she was a sitting duck.
Unlike Diana, she couldn't stop bullets.
So, after coming back from the frontlines, Doutzen had been pestering Ryuji for intense training.
But after three days, Ryuji had only managed to give her ten minutes each day, falling victim to her persistence.
Samir was starting to twitch at the thought.
"Boss!"
"Ah."
Ryuji nodded in greeting, then leaned back on the couch and rubbed his back. Steve raised an eyebrow at the movement.
"You came to 'visit' me, what's up?" Ryuji asked.
Steve gritted his teeth. "I'm going back."
"Going back? Where?" Ryuji hadn't reacted right away.
"Of course, I'm heading back to the United States. My mission here is finished. I've handed everything over, and I'm going to report to my superiors back in the States," Steve said.
Ryuji nodded. He remembered Steve's background—he was a pilot with the U.S. Air Service during World War I, part of the American Expeditionary Force. Now that the war was over, he was headed back home to report in.
"Then... what does this have to do with me?" Ryuji shrugged. "You'll just go back, and then come right back again. You came all the way here just to talk to me?"
"Duke, we fought together, side by side. We can't deny that, can we?" Steve said suddenly.
"Hmm..." Ryuji thought for a moment, then waved his finger. "No, no, no! You were following me the whole time!"
Samir chuckled a bit, and Steve looked a little embarrassed. But Ryuji wasn't wrong. On the battlefield, Steve had pretty much just followed Ryuji around. Everyone else charged ahead, and Steve was left trailing behind, unable to get a shot off.
It was a bit awkward to point that out, but it was the truth.
"Then we're comrades-in-arms, right?" Steve asked.
"Well, I suppose. So, what do you want to say?"
"I... I wanted to say thank you."
Before Steve could continue, Doutzen walked over, holding two cups of coffee. She handed one to Steve. After taking a sip, he immediately spat it out.
"Ugh, what is this? It's so bitter!" Steve exclaimed.
Although coffee was naturally bitter, people in London usually added milk. Sure, there were some who liked it black, but this was way beyond that.
"Is my coffee that bad?" Doutzen tilted her head, looking at Steve with an innocent smile.
Those eyes—sweet, yet somehow dangerous.
"Ahem, no, it's just that I'm not... used to it."
"Used to it now?" Doutzen continued, staring at Steve with her "kind" eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm used to it." Steve quickly swallowed the bitterness, his face twisting in discomfort.
What else could he do? He couldn't just spit it out and offend her.
Ryuji, suppressing a smile, watched Steve struggle to down the drink, beads of sweat dotting his forehead as he tried to maintain his composure.
Samir, watching from the sidelines, was almost in pain trying to suppress his laugh seeing Steve's suffering. "Old buddy, how badly did you offend her?"
"Hmph, if you're really interested, I'll make you another cup?" Doutzen asked sweetly.
"No, no, thank you, I'm good. I've had enough," Steve quickly waved his hands. He had no intention of drinking another cup of that bitter brew.
Just as Doutzen was about to leave, Diana came out, her hair still damp from a wash.
"What are you two talking about?" Diana asked, her eyes scanning the scene.
"We were just discussing how much Steve likes the coffee doutzen made," Ryuji said, smiling.
"Really? Doutzen's coffee? She's been learning how to make it for three days now," Diana replied, laughing.
"Three days?" Steve nearly choked. "Is it really that bad?"
Ryuji chuckled, knowing that Doutzen had some serious talent for brewing coffee.
"Since you like it, Doutzen—"
"Coming!" Doutzen called, already heading to the kitchen.
"No, no need," Steve quickly interrupted. "I already had some... business. Right, I came to talk to Ryuji about some work-related stuff."
"Okay, then," Diana said with a wink, giving Doutzen a mock stern look.
Doutzen stuck her tongue out and left, walking off with a playful sway of her hips.
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