【The Allure of the Night】(Part Two: Young Master An)

Author: xxy5159
Published on the forum on March 11, 2015
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Unexpectedly, I didn't receive a call from Mr. An until the afternoon of the next day.
He didn't seem interested in discussing the previous night's events, simply inviting me to dinner that evening. Even when I said,
"That's only fair. I'll treat," he didn't elaborate, chuckled, told
me the driving directions to a hot spring resort, and said we'd talk more over dinner before hanging up.
As usual, it was rush hour when I left work, and the car moved at a snail's pace, impossible to rush. My mind kept
wandering back to Mr. An.
I had been transferred to this southern provincial capital city six months ago, becoming the second-in-command of the provincial company. My assigned assistant, Xiao Li, was
a rather clever young man. Knowing I liked basketball, he flattered me by asking me to organize
a basketball team among the young people in the company's headquarters. He even contacted his junior from his alma mater, saying they should have a friendly match against the Chinese Literature Department of the local teachers' college
. After excitedly procuring jerseys and shoes for the entire team and setting off for the Normal University, I
was immediately disgraced in our first game.
I had assumed that with me as the center and a few tall, strong young players on the team, dealing with those
pale-faced Chinese literature students shouldn't be too difficult. However, I had seriously overestimated our strength. Those
players I initially considered key players
showed the effects of their office-sitting, drinking, and lack of exercise after only ten minutes on the court. They were all pale, their steps were unsteady, their movement was sluggish,
and their shooting accuracy had vanished. These university students clearly had no respect for elders. They
capitalized on our weakness, fighting tooth and nail for every point. In my haste, I played too aggressively, and their two key players immediately focused on me. By
halftime, I had already committed two fouls.
At halftime, they had a lead of over 20 points. Knowing he'd backfired on his flattery, and seeing
my displeasure, Xiao Li excused himself to buy water and disappeared. Looking at my teammates, now completely limp
, I was genuinely worried. Should we even continue the second half?
That's when Young Master An appeared. He'd been watching from the sidelines for a while, and perhaps recognizing my
accent, he approached and claimed we were from the same hometown. Although we were from the same province but different cities, being in the South instantly
brought us closer. He was straightforward, saying that continuing like this would be embarrassing, and he wanted to bring one of his men, Xiao Ji
, onto the court. Seeing that he'd volunteered, I figured he must be skilled, so I immediately told the two guys, who even counted their steps "one, two, three" before a layup,
to take off their jerseys and give them to him. Young Master An and Xiao Ji tossed their suits aside,
pulled their jerseys over their shirts, and went onto the court.
Young Master An was about my height, rather thin, but incredibly agile and technically quite versatile. After a few daring
layups, I attracted the opponent's attention, easing the pressure on me. With rebounds, blocks, and An Gongzi's cooperation
, we went on several mini-runs. Even Xiao Li, after adjusting his mindset, showcased his three-point shooting prowess, hitting
two consecutive three-pointers, greatly boosting our team's momentum. An Gongzi's subordinate, Xiao Ji, although only 1.7 meters tall,
performed well in steals and dribbling, but seemed hesitant, focusing on passing to An Gongzi and me, somewhat
content to play a supporting role. Midway through, when An Gongzi, with my help, completed an alley-oop, a sweet
cheer from the crowd drew everyone's attention.
If I had to describe that girl in one word, I think "seductive" would be most fitting.
Her eyes had a strikingly slightly upturned corner, her nose was narrow and delicate, and her lips were full and red. Knowing she
was attracting everyone's attention, she didn't show the embarrassment typical of female students. Instead, she stared at Mr. An
with a faint smile, radiating a lazy confidence. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, she wore light makeup, and a
pure black dress that accentuated her delicate face and slender legs, making them appear even whiter.
Mr. An blew her a kiss, which she giggled, grabbed with one hand, and
blew back at him with a leisurely breath.
This bold flirting in public drew gasps from the young men in the room.
There were plenty of innocent and shy girls on campus. Like people used to eating plain vegetables,
her frivolous style was like braised pork in the eyes of those immature young men—it was surprisingly attractive. They
vented their jealousy on Mr. An, making him their primary target for defensiveness. Young Master An remained remarkably calm
and composed, patiently drawing fire and occasionally dishing out an assist, playing leisurely until the very end.
We ultimately lost by a margin of more than ten points, but this result was much better than expected. I approached
Young Master An to thank him for his help and invited him to dinner with us. The girl, oblivious to the stares from everyone around,
gently wiped his sweat with a tissue. Clearly, Young Master An had come to pick her up for a date before leaving the game.
Young Master An was obviously in high spirits and readily agreed. But then, his eyes darted around, and he asked if he could let his subordinate,
Xiao Ji, ride in my car.
I noticed Xiao Ji was already waiting for him in an Audi A6, which seemed a little strange, but I still agreed.
Xiao Ji rode in my car first, followed by the other team members in a company minibus, with Young Master An and his companion
in their Audi bringing up the rear. The group then drove off in a grand procession to the hotel where our company had designated a reception point.
On the way, I casually inquired with Xiao Ji about the connections of Mr. An. But Xiao Ji was a
seasoned character; he vaguely told me he was "Mr. An" and then changed the subject, asking, "Where does President Ye work
?" He was trying to probe my background. While answering, I pieced together all the clues: surname An, from the North,
the standard Audi A6 for a department head, short license plate, provincial government access pass… Heh heh, the name of that provincial leader
was practically obvious. Even if he wasn't his son, he must have a significant connection to him.
We soon arrived at the hotel parking lot. Xiao Li told me a room had been booked and asked if I wanted to
take a shower before dining. I told him to book another room so Director An could also take a shower. When I got out of the car and
walked towards the Audi A6, Xiao Ji's face tightened. He quickly stopped me, smiling apologetically, saying he would inform the driver. But
when he lingered to the car, he didn't open the door, seemingly guarding it as if no one else was allowed near. His face looked slightly embarrassed
, and his expression was rather strange.
A thought flashed through my mind, and I sent Xiao Li and the others into the lobby first, while I walked towards the Audi.
Seeing me approach, Xiao Ji's expression grew increasingly strange. He forced a smile and greeted me, telling me to take my seat first, that they would be
right there. I glanced at the car; sure enough, the driver's and passenger seats were empty. Looking closer, I noticed the car
was vibrating slightly, and I could hear suppressed moans and gasps.
"Damn it, is it that urgent?" I cursed inwardly, but the lewd image involuntarily flashed through my mind
: that seductive girl, undoubtedly still dressed, her skirt lifted to her waist, her legs tightly
wrapped around Young Master An's tall, muscular body, moaning with each thrust of his hips. She held Young Master An 's head against her chest, one breast being fiercely bitten, the other being kneaded and 　　rounded
by his large hands . 　　 The window tint on my Audi A6 was so thick that my imagination remained just that—imagination. But my little brother was already restless 　　and ready to spring. 　　 I chuckled at Xiao Ji, patted him on the shoulder with a knowing look, told him I'd booked 　　the shower room, and turned to leave. 　　 Exercise definitely boosts hormones. Standing under the shower, despite the cold water washing over me, my penis 　　remained erect and throbbing. I tried to suppress the urge to find a woman to release my pent-up 　　desire, while inwardly cursing myself for being no longer a virgin and being so easily aroused. 　　 Just as I finished putting on my bathrobe and stepped out of the bathroom, I heard a knock at the door. I thought it was my assistant, Xiao Li, coming to urge me to take my seat, but when I opened 　　the door, it was Mr. An and his female companion. Apparently, Xiao Ji had forgotten the room number I'd given him and had come to ask me 　　. Listening to Mr. An's explanation, my eyes couldn't help but dart towards the girl beside him. 　　 Fresh from the rain, her already alluring face still 　　flushed from the exertion, her eyes brimming with a captivating allure. Seemingly aware of my glances, she didn't flinch, 　　but instead, with a flirtatious gesture, tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear with her little finger, her gaze sweeping over the muscular chest peeking out from under my bathrobe 　　. 　　 I sighed inwardly, "What a little fox." 　　 I said, "Since I'm already finished showering, and my assistant, Xiao Li, is nowhere to be found, why don't we just shower here?" 　　I went to the inner room to get dressed, and he, without any hesitation, pulled the girl into the bathroom with me. When I opened the door to leave 　　, the sounds of laughter and playfulness emanating from the bathroom made my recently softened penis stand erect again. 　　 The meal was a pleasant affair for both host and guest. 　　 After acknowledging our age difference, I revealed myself to be two years older than this "Mr. An." He addressed me with a certain air of superiority as "Old Ye," 　　but when I called him "Young Master An," a strange glint flashed in his eyes. His gaze swept over Xiao Ji's face, 　　startling him so much that he quickly lowered his head and shook his head, still holding a piece of chicken in his mouth, as if it were none of his business. I ignored him, 　　not asking a single question about his job, but simply reminiscing about our shared hometown and sharing anecdotes from our old village. Later, I learned that he 　　had also served in the military, albeit in a coastal unit. A thought crossed my mind, and remembering that the provincial leader had been in charge 　　of the area for several years, I became even more certain. The conversation drifted to his military career, and the atmosphere grew even more lively. We drank 　　until our glasses were empty, a sense of mutual respect forming between us. 　　 After this acquaintance, Young Master An and I became quite close. Although I didn't actively inquire, I soon 　　learned that my guess was entirely correct. He had transferred from a company-level position to civilian work, and within a few years, he had risen to the deputy director level in this powerful 　　department—a true case of "high pay, little work, close to home, high position, and light responsibility." Soon, I blended into 　　the "Northeast circle" of this southern provincial capital. When the Northeastern men gathered, 　　not only the scheming petty thugs and low-level government officials, but also the sons of several retired cadres who had come from the south, and a few wealthy businessmen 　　, all fawned over Young Master An. 　　 "It's just his father's influence," he said. 　　 Perhaps sensing my sharp eye and tactful manner, he was very frank with me when we were alone, and his 　　address changed from "Old Ye" to "Brother Ye." After several interactions, I also felt that this seemingly frivolous and 　　dissolute young master was quite measured in his actions. He didn't say it aloud, but he knew very well that what everyone valued 　　was nothing more than the power his father held. 　　 Unlike the other guys, who would always ask him 　　for favors like "helping someone out" or "saying hello" when they got drunk at gatherings, I never talked to him about work. We only chatted about romance and 　　boasted, which made him even closer to me. 　　 When Northeastern men get together, besides drinking and chatting, they inevitably talk about women. A mine owner in his fifties, 　　Mr. Wang, put his arm around An Gongzi's shoulder with a fawning smile and said to me, "Little Ye, you probably don't know 　　this little brother of mine, he's got a ton of girls going on, the guys call him 'Thousand-Man Slayer'!" 　　 I thought to myself, damn it, I saw that the first time I met him. 　　 But what really broadened my horizons was the day before yesterday. I had just arrived at work that morning, sitting upright listening to the department 　　manager's report, when An Gongzi called. He started by saying, "I know you're feeling restless without your wife around. If you don't 　　mind, I'll send you a decent woman to relieve your pent-up desires. Everything's arranged. Go to her place tonight, have dinner, and have some fun. 　　Enjoy the feeling of home. I'll text you the address!" He chuckled lewdly and hung up. 　　 I stared at my phone, stunned. Besides the address of a residential area, the text message contained the four words, "Code name 'Nightingale 　　'." 　　 What was going on? 　　 Using someone else's wife for a dinner party? 　　 Gripping the steering wheel, I replayed Su Mei's soft moans in my mind… 　　 Damn it! Young Master An! You're something else!!

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