My Lustful Aunt | Chapter 534 Luxury

Originally, Ye Fan thought there would be no further plans after dinner, but then Kunka suggested taking a bath together.

Ye Fan immediately understood his meaning.

In the Chinese Empire, there's a saying: "Those who have fought side-by-side, stood guard together, and so on..." Back home, if you want to win someone over, invite them to take a bath. Being naked allows you to see more things, especially the entertainment after a bath.

Only when truly naked together, especially after doing something together, will trust gradually develop.

Ye Fan didn't refuse Kunka's suggestion. Firstly, he genuinely wanted to experience the luxurious nightlife of oligarchs and gain a deeper understanding. Secondly, bathing together could bring them closer.

Behind his palace, which was completely modeled after the White House, he had actually built a luxurious bathroom!

After leaving the restaurant, Ye Fan and Kunka, protected by several bodyguards, went to the bathroom. It was clear that his bodyguards were extremely skilled!

The innate superior physical attributes of Black people were undeniable in these men; they possessed powerful muscles and agile physiques. This was far beyond the capabilities of bodybuilders whose muscles had become stiff from overtraining! These bodyguards had glistening, black muscles that were incredibly elastic! They were as sharp as leopards, their eyes gleaming with a keen eye!

The Black agent Deco, whom Ren Zhihua had previously assigned, had a similar physique. However, compared to Kunka's bodyguards, there was a significant difference. These men were born to fight or kill. They were all brimming with explosive power and murderous intent.

They had probably helped Kunka kill quite a few people. Was Kunka keeping them by his side to guard against Ye Fan?

After all, Ye Fan's previous performance had left Kunka somewhat uncertain.

Outside the bathroom, there was a spacious lounge, the floor covered with the fur of some unknown animal. It felt soft and comfortable underfoot. This must be the changing room. Seeing Kunka changing, Ye Fan also took off his outer garment.

But just then, Kunka glanced at Ye Fan a few times, seemingly casually, with a slightly strange look in his eyes…

Damn, does this guy like that kind of thing? Ye Fan felt a chill run down his spine. This guy, all fat, how did he even become a general?

But then Ye Fan understood Kunka's meaning. Kunka's expression shifted complexly, and he scrutinized Ye Fan again, his eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and wariness. Ye Fan, now without his outer garment, was covered in knife wounds, gunshot wounds, cuts, and even penetrating wounds…

These were scars left from training camps in the northwest borderlands and missions around the world, perhaps memories.

After taking off his clothes, when Kunka looked at me, he seemed lost in thought. Then he seemed to nod, and his gaze towards me held a newfound respect.

He was a soldier, and had once been a warrior himself. Only those who have truly faced death can understand that the scars on a man's body are, in fact, another form of medal.

Even on Kunka's flabby flesh, there were many scars and bullet marks. It seems this guy once had a glorious fighting history. It's just that becoming an oligarch completely changed his body. No wonder Kunka looked so robust in the photos Ren Zhihua provided.

"You're different from my former investment advisor," Kunka said abruptly, withdrawing his gaze and pursing his lips . "He had delicate skin... while you are a warrior."

As he spoke, his eyes then fell on Ye Fan's hands.

From the age of eight to twenty, for twelve years, Ye Fan's hands had never left weapons like guns and daggers. Especially during the years of training, the ancient martial arts instructors at the base had undergone physical modifications to him, including soaking his body in medicinal solutions and teaching him ancient martial arts and internal energy cultivation techniques. During those years of training, one of the daily nightly exercises was to relentlessly hammer iron filings in a wooden barrel filled with iron filings…

His hands appeared smooth, but only those in the know could see that several of Ye Fan's finger joints were larger than average, almost obvious markers to experienced individuals.

“How many people have these hands killed?” Kunka asked Ye Fan with apparent interest.

Ye Fan glanced at him, smiled faintly, and said, “Definitely not as many as the general.”

Hearing Ye Fan's answer, Kunka merely grinned, saying nothing more, and went straight to the bathroom, pushing open the door to the lounge. He seemed to trust Ye Fan completely, not having any bodyguards follow him into the bathroom; only the two of them entered.

Ye Fan walked behind Kunka, about a step behind. Looking at Kunka's exposed neck, a thought suddenly popped into Ye Fan's mind: Wasn't he afraid I would assassinate him at a time like this?

However, this thought flashed through Ye Fan's mind. Although Kunka had a bandit-like air about him, he wasn't a fool. Besides… Ye Fan had no reason to kill him. In Kunka's view, even if Ye Fan killed him, Ye Fan, including his men, would all die here; no one could escape.

Kunka's judgment on this point was very accurate. He wasn't worried that Ye Fan would attack him on his own turf.

At this moment, the two had already entered the bathroom one after the other. Seeing the bathroom before him, Ye Fan was somewhat stunned.

Good heavens!! This… this is Africa! One of the regions in the world with the most scarce freshwater resources!!

The bathroom before him was so luxurious it was almost cursed! Even the enjoyment of Arab royalty probably wasn't this much…

A huge, round bathtub, three times larger than Ding Ran's swimming pool at home. Thinking of Ding Ran, the scene from that afternoon evilly popped into Ye Fan's mind again. But that day, Ding Ran had clearly been flirting with Ye Fan, making him furious.

"When I get back, I'll definitely find that girl to vent my frustration on," Ye Fan thought wickedly. Meanwhile, at the Ding family mansion, Ding Ran, who had just gotten up, suddenly burst into tears, frowning and asking, "Who's thinking about me?"

While imagining Ding Ran's voluptuous figure, Ye

Fan surveyed the bathtub before him. The edge of the tub was paved with the finest white marble. In the center was a fountain, and a sensual Greek goddess sculpture, clearly designed using biomimicry. While bathing, one could lie perfectly in "her" lap, head resting on "her" breasts, with several jets of water gently washing over the body…

Damn, this Kunka really knows how to design such a wonderful bathtub. Kunka seemed quite pleased with himself, his fat face trembling, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Luxurious," Ye Fan thought to himself, his gaze once again sweeping over the bathtub.

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