The surrounding onlookers booed and looked disappointed. They had expected to see a married woman and a married man having an affair, but they didn't see anything.
"Tch—I thought I was going to see something more exciting!"
"That's boring!"
However, they were utterly impressed by Draco's innate divine body, which seemed to guarantee his defeat in every gamble; he truly could lose so easily.
"Dude, your luck... is unbelievable!"
"A bet's a bet." Draco reluctantly counted out a thousand chips from his own and handed them to Diana.
Overjoyed to have the substantial sum of money in her hands, Diana completely forgot her previous shyness and concerns.
She excitedly snatched it, and then, perhaps because she was too excited, she lunged at Draco!
"Huh? Wait a minute!" Draco exclaimed, caught off guard.
He had barely uttered a sound to stop her when Diana pounced on him, sending him crashing to the ground along with the chair. He slumped to the floor, and Diana then lay on top of him.
"Thank you, boss!" In the midst of this human pyramid, Diana, overly excited, leaned forward and gave Draco a big kiss on the cheek!
The surrounding onlookers all froze, their mouths agape.
However, Draco's brain went blank again as he felt the weight on his body, the wet touch on his cheek, and... a soft, oppressive sensation...
So he instinctively tried to push Diana off him, his hand frantically rising to find a foothold.
Then... his hand, precisely, landed on a soft and elastic spot on Diana's chest.
Time stood still once again.
Diana's body stiffened at the warning pop-up; the joy on her face vanished instantly, and her cheeks flushed bright red.
She looked down in astonishment at her large, bony hand in front of her, and at Draco was equally shocked and embarrassed.
"I didn't mean to!" Draco hurriedly explained, jerking his hand away as if he'd been burned by a hot iron.
"Wow--" In the midst of this extremely awkward atmosphere, someone nearby made a sound full of envy.
"You're quite the lucky guy, bro!"
Upon hearing this, Diana's face turned completely red, and she hurriedly scrambled off Draco.
Then she stood to the side, head down, at a loss, not daring to look at anyone, while Draco quickly stood up from the ground, straightened his clothes, his face still extremely embarrassed.
The atmosphere between the two was so awkward it could fill a magic school. Draco thought to himself, "Is that all?"
The feel... it doesn't even seem as big as my wife's... Ugh! What am I thinking! He quickly dismissed this inappropriate thought.
"Now, can we stand a little further away?" Draco said to Diana after composing himself. "We need to keep our distance."
Upon hearing this, Diana, who was still blushing, felt her embarrassment lessen for some reason, and even had a teasing thought, "You wouldn't... be a virgin, would you?"
"I thought you were so innocent..." Draco's expression became even more interesting, as if he didn't recognize her at all.
"It depends on who it is." Diana's lips curled into a sly smile. "If it were any other man, I definitely wouldn't..."
"And what about your husband?" Draco countered.
"That's definitely not the same thing." Diana's cheeks flushed slightly again, but she quickly recovered.
"Anyway," Draco returned to the main topic.
"If you want to continue being my assistant, stop touching me inappropriately and keep your distance, understand?"
"Understood, boss!" Diana straightened up and winked playfully. "So... what do we do next?"
After this farce, she seemed to have truly settled into the role of assistant, and even developed a tiny, absurd expectation of Draco's supposed methods.
"Here, take the coins. You can bet on the next round."
"Huh? Me?" Diana's smile froze, and she quickly shook her head. "No, no, no, I can't! I have terrible luck!"
She wasn't afraid of anything else, but she was afraid that if she bet all her money at once, she would lose it all, and all the luck she had just managed to win would be gone, even though the two of them had already agreed not to gamble anymore.
"You're my assistant," Draco said, adopting a boss-like demeanor. "If you don't insert a coin, do you expect the boss to do it himself?"
"But... I really don't know how to play this..."
"You came when I told you to." Draco handed her the coin. "There's only one coin left."
"No, no, I dare not bet anymore. It's just one coin. If I lose, I'll have nothing left..." Diana was even more frightened, looking at the small coin as if it were a hot potato.
"You're not going to vote, huh? Then I'll do it myself." Draco said, amused by her timid appearance.
"But you saw my bad luck with your own eyes. I didn't win a single one of the previous ninety-nine games. Who knows, this last one might wipe out all my chances. Don't blame the boss for not giving you a chance then."
"My luck isn't good either!" Diana exclaimed anxiously.
"I just lost a lot too!"
"Enough talk," Draco said firmly, then shoved a coin into her hand. "You bet, I guarantee you'll win."
"How can you guarantee that?" Diana still didn't believe her.
"This machine isn't owned by you..." she complained.
"I've figured it out, you're definitely not cut out to be an assistant?" Draco frowned, looking at her with disdain.
"How am I not cut out to be an assistant?" Diana retorted defiantly, puffing out her chest.
"Isn't an assistant just someone who does whatever the boss tells them to do?" Draco shut her up, leaving her speechless.
"I..." Diana blushed at his words, wanting to refute them, but then felt that what he said seemed to make some sense.
I'm just an employee now, so I really shouldn't keep talking back to my boss... even though this boss is a bit unreliable.
"... I'll do it, I'll do it, okay?" Diana finally gave in and reluctantly accepted the coin.
"That's more like it." Draco nodded.
"Boss, if you let me bet, I'll bet..." Diana said to Draco, cautiously walking to the slot machine.
"Go ahead and shoot," Draco gestured for her to begin.
Then, a strange scene unfolded in the casino:
A young woman sat nervously in front of the slot machine, carefully operating it, while the man next to her sat relaxed with his hands in his pockets.
"What do we do next?" After inserting the coin, Diana turned to him and asked nervously, her palms sweating.
"How many times do you want to win?" Draco suddenly asked.
"Huh?" Diana was completely dumbfounded.
"Can I really make that decision?"
I thought to myself, aren't the results of slot machines random?