What do you mean my cute disciples are Yanderes?

(MC POV)

Truth be told, I was really impressed with how this World's version of Brendan and I could deal with this many people without being divines themselves.

Our hands were constantly flying around the bar as we mixed and served drinks without rest, all the while also chatting up the patrons who were gathered around the bar as well.

It seems like this was one of our specialties which allowed us to be so popular.

Brendan would sometimes do a flair of some sort when mixing her drinks which her patrons really liked. Some of them even let out squeals when she did so which I wholly believe to just exaggerated reactions to get Breandan's attention.

As for me, I don't really do any flairs and would just simply prepare my orders while making conversation with my guests.

It doesn't matter here because we don't rely on tips you see, even more so when we were the owners of the establishment itself.

"Master, what would I need to do to study under you?" A young lady asked. It took me a split second to realise that she was the one who served the first drink to me just now.

"I apologise but I'm not looking for more students at the moment so that is not possible," I answered, pouring out a martini that someone had requested me to make. "Although judging by what you have made, I don't think you would have trouble on your own, actually."

Another lady leaned on the counter, pressing her chest against the counter to show off her cleavage, "What about me, Master? Maybe I could work under you for a while?"

I chuckled while moving my hands to prepare a spritz for another lady that requested I choose the drink for her, "Sorry, but I have no bar positions open. Plus, I doubt Brendan would appreciate more people taking my time from her."

They turned to look at Brendan's direction where she quickly looked away to pretend she wasn't looking over here earlier.

The girls at Brendan's side of the bar giggled while the ones in front of me also gave her fond smiles.

The lady who asked the earlier question turned back to me, "Oh my, there were rumours about it but I see this is a fact now."

I shook my head though my hands still continued to mix the drink in front of me, "We're not actually together. Brendan is just… Territorial, you could say~"

That made the girls in front of me start giggling as well.

"I suppose I'll have to give up bartending. How about taking me as a partner instead, Master?"

Before I could answer, a shot glass slid to a stop in front of the woman. The glass had black liquid at the bottom with cream floating above and cherry placed on top of it.

The girl who asked about becoming my partner made a face at the shot glass but nevertheless went ahead to pick it up to drink it in one gulp.

That was a shot known as 'Witch's Tit' and Brendan was basically suggesting that she go and suck on a tit.

The girl who drank the shot was also a bartender herself so she knew the meaning of the drink. After swallowing it, she turned to give Brendan a smirk, "The tit tasted nice, I wouldn't mind sucking on another one!"

Brendan actually pulled aside her shirt to show off her chest that was binded with wraps, "You can suck on this one instead!"

Several patrons chortled upon seeing that, some of them even spitting out their drink in laughter.

The girl in front of me waved her empty shot glass at Brendan, "If you're offering then fill me up! Come on then! Get that cloth off so that I can suckle on them!"

Brendan scoffed, "Ha! If you want it, you've got to make me something that will strip me first!"

I handed the spritz to the woman I was making it for before I moved on to prepare my next drink, which was something I had already set aside since I went behind the bar.

Even though I say prepare, all I had to do was drop some olives in it before it was finished.

I placed it on the counter before sliding it over to Brendan's side, my alchemist looking at the glass in confusion.

"You said someone would go back home with me yesterday and you would drink this if it didn't happen. I'm pretty sure it's room temperature by now," I explained before going to prepare my next drink.

Heh, did she think that I would forget about the bet she made with me last night? I most definitely did not, so drink up Brendan!

Brendan blanched and picked up the room temperature dirty vodka martini I made for her before drinking the entire thing in one go.

She made a face at it since it definitely tasted horrible but she went back to her mixing without complaint.

I then placed my next completed drink on the bar counter before sliding it over to Brendan once more.

This one was green in colour that sparkled in the light with bits of mint leaves floating inside.

This time she was more confused with this drink since as far as she knew, we had no more bets.

"I'm not evil," I grinned at her. "Use that to wash down that horrible drink."

Brendan gave me a nod of thanks before picking up the glass and knocking it back.

The other patrons were all busy giggling to themselves over what they perceived to be a teacher taking care of his apprentice while the apprentice in question was too embarrassed to acknowledge their own feelings for said teacher.

I turned back to the girls in front of me, "By the way, I may not be evil… But I am most definitely quite mischievous if I do say so myself."

They were about to ask me what I meant before a chorus of gasps echoed from the other side of the bar, prompting everyone to turn in that direction.

There, standing without a shred of cloth on her, was my Brendan, having been stripped by the drink I had slid over to her.

Hey, she made a drink for me that was so good it made me strip, of course I had to make one for her in turn right?

No need to thank me, it was my pleasure~