[Urban] King of Entertainment (Complete) - 21

Chapter 73

It took David and Lin Zhiling, Sophie, and Monica half a day to fly from New York to London. When they got off the plane, it was already past 8 PM. They went straight to the hotel. David refused to let the two women pick them up at the airport; if Monica and Sophie appeared in public, Reuters, Associated Press, Agence France-Presse, and Xinhua News Agency—the world's major news agencies—would report on it. Especially since they were there to pick up David, the media would probably come up with countless stories.

"What?! Italian goddess and French goddess pick me up at the airport!"

"Genius director David meets two goddesses in England!"

"The two goddesses have been conquered by men!!"

"The French goddess has left us!!"

"The Italian goddess was snatched away by those damn Americans!"

...

After such a long flight, David didn't see the two women at the hotel, so his first priority was naturally to take a nice shower. Although there was air conditioning, it was still uncomfortable. David, who had just stepped out of the shower, was suddenly greeted by a sweet voice. He then felt a soft, delicate body nestle into his arms, and a sweet, feminine fragrance wafted into his nostrils, causing him to lose himself in the moment.

"You rascal, why did it take you so long to come back?" Monica nestled in David's arms, looking at him with a reproachful gaze. An uninformed observer might have mistaken David for a heartless man who had abandoned his wife and daughter.

Hearing Monica's voice, David smiled happily. Looking down, he saw Monica's clear, bright eyes, her arched eyebrows, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her flawless white skin with a faint rosy glow, her thin lips as delicate and dewy as rose petals, and her devilishly alluring figure. She wore only a thin nightgown, which perfectly accentuated her mature and curvaceous body.

"I just took a shower." David looked at Monica, who exuded a mature and voluptuous aura, and at the large expanse of white skin on her chest. He could tell at a glance that Monica was going braless. A surge of heat rose in his chest, and his right hand couldn't resist placing it on Monica's round, pert buttocks, gently kneading them.

Monica felt David's restless hand caressing her buttocks, and the slight heat made her heart flutter. She leaned weakly into David's arms, letting his hands roam freely over her body.

"You bad boy, you've been gone for so long, and now you're already acting up as soon as you get back." Monica pounced on David, glancing up at him seductively, her right hand tracing circles on his chest.

"Don't you like it?" David chuckled mischievously, his right hand already slipping under the hem of Monica's nightgown, sliding inside.

"Mmm!" David let out a soft moan of pleasure at the sudden sensation.

"You bastard! I hate you!" Monica instinctively squeezed her legs together, trapping David's restless hands and preventing him from moving around inside.

"Giggle..." A soft giggle came from the bed, and then Sophie and Lin Zhiling jumped out of bed, their faces beaming with giggles.

"You bastard! I hate you!" The two girls mimicked Monica's tone, speaking in an extremely seductive voice, followed by more giggles. With their trembling bodies, the two women, wearing only thin nightgowns, were naturally tantalizingly revealing their bodies, challenging David's visual senses. It seemed that while David was taking a shower, the three women were also taking a shower.

"Oh! You two brats, you're making fun of me now! Just wait and see how I deal with you!" Monica said coquettishly, then looked up at David with a disgruntled expression, saying, "Get your hands off me now!"

David hadn't expected Sophie and Lin Zhiling to be in his room, and was momentarily stunned. However, when he heard Monica's last sentence, a mischievous smile appeared on his face. Suddenly, he lifted Monica up in one swift motion.

"Ah? You rascal, what are you doing?" Monica screamed, caught off guard.

"What do you say, Monica?" David chuckled wickedly, carrying Monica towards the bed.

Monica immediately understood what David intended to do, and her face flushed crimson again, appearing exceptionally alluring under the light.

A voluptuous, snow-white, naked female body was thrusting wildly up and down on David's bronze-colored male body. Long, flowing hair danced in the air, strands clinging to her face, damp with sweat.

Her beautiful face, with its eyes closed, was flushed a seductive crimson from the intense movements and surging desire within her. Her bright red lips were tightly bitten by a row of pearly white teeth, occasionally escaping with alluring moans of desire.

"David... I... I'm so happy..." Monica, straddling David, writhed wildly, uttering wanton and seductive sounds.

Meanwhile, Sophie and Lin Zhiling were also enjoying the pleasure David's hands were providing. Having not seen each other for so long, Monica and Sophie were like long-awaited, aggrieved women, relentlessly exploiting David.

"...You...bad...guy...I...ah...!" With a rapid moan, Monica's body convulsed, and a stream of clear, watery fluid gushed out. She then collapsed, panting, into David's arms, her eyes closed shyly, her face flushed, and her body covered in a fine layer of fragrant sweat.

Seeing this, David gently pulled Monica into his arms, showering her face with passionate kisses, and softly said, "Monica, you must be tired. Rest for a while."

Monica nodded, slightly out of breath, and rolled off David. However, when she saw David's truly erect and magnificent member, a blush involuntarily rose to her cheeks.

David sat up, a mischievous grin on his face, and looked at Sophie and Lin Zhiling beside him. "Who wants to go first?" he asked.

"Let Sophie go first," Lin Zhiling said, glancing at David's excited state, then shyly turning her head away, completely forgetting her earlier wanton behavior.

Hearing Lin Zhiling's words, David turned his gaze to Sophie. Sophie was now blushing and looking down, but her breasts were high and firm, her legs long and slender, her waist incredibly thin, her delicate face beautiful, with bright red lips, a pretty nose, and a delicate, upturned chin, all appearing gentle and alluring under the light.

David's heart skipped a beat at the sight. He reached out and pulled Sophie into his arms, saying softly, "Sophie, I've really neglected you all lately."

"I know that, yet you still say that," Sophie said, giving David a seductive look. She glanced down at his erection, a shy blush creeping across her face. Her slender hands could barely grasp his burning hot member, and even this slight movement sent a jolt through David's head, causing him to let out a low moan.

"You bad boy!" Sophie uttered, her lips parting slightly at David's moan.

David, unable to resist Sophie's teasing any longer, roughly pinned her down, his mouth already sealed against her alluring lips, beginning his relentless pursuit.

Sophie didn't refuse, responding passionately to David. Having already been aroused when she saw him bring Monica to climax, she was now even more fervent.

Their breathing grew heavy. Sophie's captivating eyes were brimming with tears, alluring and seductive. Between the opening and closing of her cherry lips, soft moans escaped, seemingly intermittent, yet relentlessly arousing the man's desire.

David embraced Sophie's ample buttocks, and guided by her, he swiftly and smoothly entered her.

Sophie let out a soft moan, filled with unparalleled satisfaction and pleasure. Her slender arms gently encircled David's neck, pressing her soft body tightly against his strong frame.

The intense sensation of their thrusts surged like a continuous tide at their point of union, and Sophie's body writhed like a snake, emitting various alluring moans. The sight of their passionate

embrace moved Lin Zhiling, who had initially felt shy but was now filled with arousal. A strange feeling rose within her, and her hands involuntarily moved to her own breasts, slowly kneading them.

"Little girl, are you regretting it now? Who told you to give in to Sophie earlier?" Monica teased, seeing Lin Zhiling's reaction. Monica and Sophie had known Lin Zhiling for almost two years and knew she would eventually become David's woman. They had a good relationship, as David was becoming increasingly powerful, and the two women were constantly looking for help. Although they weren't as skilled as David, able to tell if someone was a virgin just by looking at their walk, they could tell from Lin Zhiling's complexion and figure that she had been taken by David.

Upon hearing Monica's words, Lin Zhiling's face flushed red. Realizing what she was doing, she quickly lowered her hand, glancing down at David and Sophie's joined bodies.

Seeing this, Monica smiled wickedly and reached out to grab Lin Zhiling's ample breasts, saying, "Let me help you."

"Monica, what are you doing?" Lin Zhiling exclaimed in surprise at Monica's action.

Monica ignored Lin Zhiling's screams and instead began to tease her further, causing Lin Zhiling to let out a series of coquettish moans, which quickly turned into various soft cries.

David, seeing this alluring scene, was even more aroused and thrust vigorously, causing Sophie beneath him to moan again and again.

"You bad boy, how could you... ah..." Sophie felt David's vigor, and the waves of pleasure surging from below made her cling to him like an octopus, lifting her plump buttocks to meet his movements, wanting even higher, surging waves. A

dazed Sophie showered David's muscular chest with kisses, her eyes half-open, her breath sweet, her buttocks thrusting, and her teeth parted as she began to utter incoherent cries.

The two frantically performed what seemed like simple, repetitive, and monotonous mechanical movements, accompanied by heavy, rapid breathing and soft moans... " Ah

!" Sophie screamed hysterically, her body convulsing and spasming as if she were about to die, her sharp nails leaving red marks on David's back. She finally collapsed after a long while.

Gazing lovingly at the man still passionately ravaging her breasts, Sophie was completely captivated.

"I...I can't take it anymore...Go find Zhiling." After David brought her to her climax, Sophie knew her beloved little man hadn't been satisfied, but she was utterly exhausted.

"Hmm." Seeing Sophie's weary and exhausted state, David lovingly stopped, kissed her nose, and withdrew.

"You little rascal, Zhiling is already aroused, aren't you going to satisfy her?" Monica had already teased Zhiling to the point of overflowing desire, and now that David had withdrawn from Sophie's body, she immediately pushed Lin Zhiling into David's arms.

David's large hand reached out from behind Lin Zhiling, the intoxicatingly soft and delicate sensation coming clearly from his palm, making David unable to resist tightly gripping the fragrant female body with his muscular body.

Lin Zhiling felt David's loving embrace, and obediently leaned back gently, her head slightly raised, and her fragrant red lips kissed David's lips.

"Have you been waiting impatiently?" David's right hand had somehow already reached for Lin Zhiling's triangle, where it was already wet, making him chuckle mischievously.

"I'm not." Although Lin Zhiling said this, her legs were slightly spread apart, making it easier for David to penetrate deeper.

"You said you didn't, but you're like this now," David teased.

"You bad boy, if you're like this, I'm not coming," Lin Zhiling said coquettishly, her face flushed crimson.

David chuckled mischievously, then suddenly pinned Lin Zhiling down. Before she could even give him a chance, he was already on top of her, thrusting deep inside!

Lin Zhiling shuddered, her limbs tightening around David, holding him tightly in her arms. She threw her head back and let out a cry that was hard to tell if it was from pain or excitement…

The room was once again filled with an overwhelming sense of passion…

And this night was destined to be a wild one. Not long after David ejaculated on Lin Zhiling, Monica pounced on him onto the bed. Before he could even react, he felt a wetness on his body…

The next day, the morning sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the room in a golden, warm glow that felt incredibly comfortable and pleasant.

David slightly opened his eyes and realized that it was already broad daylight; it was past nine in the morning.

Just as he was about to get out of bed, he noticed that Monica and Sophie were flanking him, one on each side. Their beautiful bodies were on full display; after a night of passion, they slept soundly, their breathing even and gentle. A faint blush graced their alluring faces, and their slightly parted lips held a delicate, almost imperceptible smile. [Advertisement: Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exercise device, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation!] Maintain the sensation of ejaculation for 30 minutes, enjoy the pleasure to the point of dizziness. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

Only half a blanket covered her body, revealing two long, smooth thighs and most of her fair, high breasts, even the proudly erect nipples were fully exposed, indescribably alluring and captivating.

Thinking back to the decadent and unspeakable frenzy with the three women last night, David still finds it hard to believe. Especially Monica and Sophie, who were like resentful women in their secluded chambers, clinging to him relentlessly. It wasn't until almost four in the morning that David finally brought them to their climax, and only then did the two satisfied women finally fall asleep.

Gently pushing the two still-sleeping women off him, when he saw their alluring, beautiful bodies, David felt his mouth go dry for a while. However, given how wild the two women had been last night, even if David wanted to, he had to consider their bodies.

After pushing the two women away, David gently pulled the blanket over them and carefully prepared to get out of bed. Unexpectedly, a delicate hand had already hooked around his neck, causing David to turn around immediately.

He saw Lin Zhiling's alabaster-white legs, their exquisite beauty on full display. Her legs were wide open, her right leg draped around his neck, her most intimate parts completely exposed. David blushed, his heart pounded, and a surge of desire rose from his lower abdomen.

"Mmm," Lin Zhiling seemed to sense something, letting out a soft moan. She opened her eyes, and when she saw David right in front of her, a charming smile appeared on her face as she winked at him.

"You bad boy, you're up so early." After saying this, Lin Zhiling realized her inappropriate behavior and quickly pulled her legs back, bringing them together. Her cheeks flushed red, and her head almost drooped to her full breasts.

David's lust was further aroused by Lin Zhiling's charmingly shy yet delighted appearance. He swallowed hard and said in an unquestionable tone, "Zhiling, you're up so early not to seduce me, are you?"

Lin Zhiling looked up at him, giving David a charmingly coquettish glance, exuding a thousand kinds of allure, and said, "Who's seducing you? You were having so much fun with Monica and the others last night, haven't you had enough yet?"

David winked at Lin Zhiling, deliberately staring lecherously at her ample breasts, and said with a wicked smile, "Hehe, who told you to run away last night!"

"Hmph! I did it all for Sophie and the others." Lin Zhiling gave David a charmingly coquettish glance and said.

"So, you intentionally ran away last night, huh?" David stared at Lin Zhiling's alluring, snow-white body and said with a wicked smile.

"Ah?" Lin Zhiling couldn't help but let out a soft cry, her cherry-like mouth opening into a circle. Realizing that David had been intentionally trying to trick her into revealing information, she angrily raised her small fist and punched David.

Lin Zhiling let out a soft moan and

slumped into David's arms, but still maintained a sliver of rationality, struggling and saying, "You bad boy, no, don't do this. You and Monica were already having a lot of fun last night."

David could tell that Lin Zhiling was concerned about his health, and he felt a surge of emotion. Looking down at the beauty in his arms, he saw a faint allure in Lin Zhiling's eyes, and a strong sweet scent emanated from her body, captivating his soul. Even the two buttocks in his hands had gained a mature fullness.

How could David possibly control the fire within him? His breathing became noticeably rapid, and his hands, pressing against Lin Zhiling's buttocks, gradually increased in pressure. Lin Zhiling, feeling her lover's embrace, struggled weaker and weaker, finally only managing to whisper in David's arms, "Monica and the others are still sleeping."

"It's alright, just keep it down," David chuckled mischievously, his hands slowly becoming more invasive.

Hearing David's words, Lin Zhiling's expression became hesitant again. She parted her lips slightly, giving David a coquettish glare, and softly uttered, "You bad boy!" before letting David's hands roam freely over her body.

David, captivated by Lin Zhiling's charming "bad boy," felt a surge of pleasure from his very bones, his instincts awakened by her irresistible allure.

Lin Zhiling also sensed the change in David, her face flushing with shyness. She brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and glanced at David sideways.

Her seemingly casual gesture struck David like a hammer blow, igniting a deep-seated desire within him. He could no longer restrain himself, pressing his chest and abdomen against Lin Zhiling's back and hips, feeling the astonishing heat of her body and her delicate fragrance. Her soft, breathy breaths, like silken threads, pierced his ears, further fueling his passion. His arms tightened around her.

"Mmm!" Lin Zhiling hissed softly, suddenly turning her head to meet his gaze.

Her face was flushed, like a peach blossom intoxicated with wine, incomparably beautiful. Her alluring red lips parted slightly, releasing a captivating, orchid-like scent that assaulted David's senses. He greedily inhaled, lowering his head to meet her cherry-like lips.

The soft, moist touch traveled clearly from his lips to his brain, accompanied by an intoxicating, soul-stirring pleasure that sent shivers down David

's spine. Lin Zhiling, too, was aroused, her nimble tongue exploring and entwining with David's in his mouth.

David loosened his grip on her body, his left hand sliding down, his long, slender fingers quietly probing into the depths of her cleft, the touch wet and hot—

"Mmm!" Lin Zhiling trembled as if electrocuted, letting out a soft moan. Her arms, which had been tightly wrapped around David's neck, loosened, slowly tracing a path down his chest before finally slipping inside.

As Lin Zhiling's small hands reached him, David felt an electric-like pleasure coursing through his body, arousing him. His hands, which had been tightly gripping Lin Zhiling's buttocks, suddenly tightened, lifting her entire body. Lin Zhiling cooperated, spreading her full, long legs and wrapping them tightly around David's waist.

A feeling of fullness filled her from below, making Lin Zhiling want to let out a high-pitched cry of pleasure. However, with Monica and Sophie nearby, she could only suppress her cries, holding David tightly with both hands, her sharp nails digging deeply into his shoulders and back. Her eyes were hazy with desire, her voice soft and clear, her waist swaying, her buttocks gently rocking, her lips uttering seductive whispers—a beauty beyond description.

The clouds dispersed and the rain ceased. Lin Zhiling lay limp and powerless against my chest, her face still flushed, her breath coming in short gasps. David could clearly feel the lingering effects of her ecstasy, her body convulsing in waves.

"You bad boy, I never thought you were so naughty," Lin Zhiling said, gently stroking David's chest, giving him a seductive look. "But I like it."

Hearing this, David couldn't help but pull Lin Zhiling into his arms, a sense of accomplishment rising within him. For a man, there is no greater sense of accomplishment than having a woman limp and begging for mercy!

Men seem to be born to conquer, while women seem to be born to be conquered by men. They can both arouse a man's strong desire to conquer and infinitely satisfy that desire.

The two embraced quietly for a while. David kissed Lin Zhiling's nose and asked, "Are you getting up now, or sleeping a little longer?"

"After what you did, I'm still a bit weak. I'll take a nap first, and wake me up at noon," Lin Zhiling said, giving David a playful glare.

"Then you rest for a while, and I'll wake you up at noon." After saying that, David gave Lin Zhiling a good squeeze and caress before reluctantly kissing her cheek, tucking her in, and quietly taking his clothes into the bathroom.

"Zhiling, I didn't expect you to learn how to steal food so quickly." At this moment, Monica and Sophie had opened their eyes at some point and were looking at Lin Zhiling lying beside them with mischievous smiles.

"Uh? You... when did you wake up?" Lin Zhiling's face was already flushed.

"You two were making such a racket, we were awake a long time ago. I didn't expect you to go to bed so early last night just to sneak away this morning. You're so naughty!" Monica said with a mischievous smile to Lin Zhiling.

"I...I didn't..." Lin Zhiling thought of how she and David had been intimate earlier, with two people watching, and felt even more embarrassed and ashamed.

"Still saying you didn't? We heard everything you and David said." Sophie also said with a mischievous smile.

"I'm not coming anymore, you two are making fun of me!" Lin Zhiling, already feeling embarrassed and ashamed, said this and pulled the blanket up to cover her head completely.

Seeing this, the two women were not about to stop. They started to grope and touch Lin Zhiling, making her cry out in pain, but she didn't dare to scream. She wanted to resist, but she was no match for the two women.

In an instant, the three women on the bed began a chaotic battle, their three alabaster-white bodies displaying every exquisite detail, enough to make anyone's blood boil.

"You rascal, how come you're getting stronger and stronger?" Sophie looked at David with satisfaction, recalling his earlier prowess, which left her with a mixture of love and resentment.

"How would I know? Maybe it's something I'm born with or the result of training," David said vaguely. Could he tell the three women he practiced the Yin-Yang Technique? That was impossible; if people knew, countless people would try to take him away. As for being reborn and possessed, that was even worse. People would think he was crazy. But if he were captured and used as a guinea pig, he'd be finished. Besides, what man complains about being too strong? If it were an ordinary person, let alone the three women, even one of them would be completely drained.

Chapter 74: Super Boss

London is the capital of the United Kingdom, the largest city and port in Europe, the largest metropolitan area in Europe, and one of the world's four world-class cities, a leading global city. It ranks alongside New York City, surpassing Paris and Tokyo. London and New York are the world's largest financial centers and the most important economic centers in the world and Europe. Since 1801, London has been the world's largest city due to its outstanding achievements in politics, economics, culture, entertainment, and technological invention. London is the political center of the United Kingdom and the location of the headquarters of international organizations. London is a diverse metropolis with residents from all over the world, representing diverse races, religions, and cultures; more than 300 languages are spoken in the city. London is a world-renowned tourist destination with numerous famous attractions and museums.

In the early 20th century, most Londoners used coal as fuel for their homes, producing large amounts of smog. This smog, combined with London's climate, created the infamous "London Fog." Therefore, London was sometimes referred to as "the smoke," earning it the nickname "Fog City." The London smog event from December 5th to 9th, 1952, resulted in 4,000 deaths, prompting the government to enact the Clean Air Act in 1956, banning the use of smog-producing fuels in parts of London. Today, London's air quality has significantly improved. London

is a bustling, vibrant city with many Victorian-era buildings. The tallest building in the city is the Post Office Tower, standing at 189 meters. It houses the Royal Society, the University of London, the British Museum, and the British Library (with a collection of 7 million books), among others. The First International was founded here in 1864. The great proletarian revolutionary leaders Karl Marx, Engels, and Lenin once led the international workers' movement here; Marx's tomb is located in Highgate Cemetery. Many famous buildings are situated here, such as Torville Castle (built in 1087), St. Paul's Cathedral (110 meters high), Buckingham Palace, and Westminster Abbey. The original site of the Royal Observatory Greenwich in the southeast of the city is the starting point for longitude (Prime Meridian). If the Thames River is likened to the Milky Way, then the various parts of London are the stars surrounding it, with Trafalgar Square at its center. From here,

all major attractions on Regent Street, London's famous shopping district, are within a 45-minute walk. The Underground is centered around Charing Cross Station, from which major attractions are just 15 minutes away. Consider visiting the National Gallery across the square first, and then deciding which direction to go next. Heading east, you can explore the City of London and the Tower of London. Heading west, the West Side is ideal for entertainment and shopping. Heading north, the British Museum offers a glimpse into human cultural heritage. Heading south, you can hear the roar of Big Ben and take a commemorative photo at Buckingham Palace. Since the Romans settled here, bridges have gradually been built across the Thames, with 28 bridges of different architectural styles connecting the two banks. Waterloo Bridge was named by the British in memory of General Wellington's victory over Napoleon. The most beautiful bridge is Tower Bridge, a unique and imposing structure with five-story towers built on two massive piers. The bridge deck is openable; it can be raised to allow ships above it to pass. Connecting the top of the twin towers is a pedestrian bridge 140 meters above the water, offering stunning views of the surrounding area. The City of London developed gradually around the city. Standing atop the tower offers breathtaking views of the surrounding landscape.

London is very convenient to travel to. With just one subway ticket, you can travel all over the city and visit the city's scenic spots. During the day, you can visit cultural museums, Tower Bridge, ancient sites and palaces. When you are tired, you can find a park to rest or have a leisurely English afternoon tea. At night, whether it is a music show, a variety of plays, a concert, a pub or a nightclub, it can bring your night to the climax. In addition, the shopping fun that you must not miss is the weekend market. Unlike the luxury department stores and the exquisite shopping windows, there is more local folk color and a lively and happy atmosphere. Whether it is Victorian antiques, rebellious and avant-garde punk outfits, exquisite handicrafts, or cheap and cheap clothing and accessories, you can find them all in London's various markets. It is said that the local area is known as the "British tourist center". London stands among the world's famous cities with its long history, colorful colors and magnificent style[2].

London is a shopping paradise, boasting both established shops that cater to the British Royal Family and small street stalls. Most shops are open from 10:00 AM to 6:00 PM, with Thursdays being late-night shopping days, many staying open until 7:00 PM or 8:00 PM. Many street stalls remain open on weekends, attracting numerous ladies. London hosts two major sales annually: summer sales with discounts of approximately 30%-50%, held from the fourth week of June to the second week of July; and winter sales with discounts of approximately 40%-60%, held from Christmas to the end of January.

The three women were exhausted last night and this morning, but by noon, they were like a car that had suddenly filled up with gas, radiant and glowing. They wanted to go shopping together! David couldn't even handle one woman shopping, let alone three. Going out with them would be too dangerous; he'd likely be attacked by countless fans and admirers. And of course, there would be no shortage of the British paparazzi.

"Really not going?"

"You're not going? Don't touch me tonight."

"That's right! If we're not going, don't even think about touching us tonight."

"..."

No matter what the three women said—tempting, threatening—David remained adamant that he wouldn't go even if you killed him. After more than ten minutes, the three women had no choice but to give up on having David accompany them shopping. Don't be fooled by David's calm

demeanor just now; after the three women left, his back was covered in cold sweat. If he could break out in a cold sweat in the sweltering heat of late June, you can imagine how terrifying those three women were. Putting on sunglasses, David set off alone to the city center, the place with the most beautiful women. He could enjoy a leisurely English afternoon tea while admiring the beauties. As the largest city in Europe and one of the world's four major world-class cities, London has no shortage of beautiful women. You could see beauties from all over the world, especially in the hot summer. The women wore sexy short skirts and sundresses, making David feel comfortable sitting alone for an entire afternoon.

It was almost six o'clock, and the three women still hadn't called. David started to panic, not because he was worried about their safety, but because he was afraid of being abandoned today. He took out his newest compact phone and dialed. Soon, Monica's voice came through: "David, we're eating out for dinner. You'll eat by yourself."

With Monica saying this, David reluctantly called Sophie. The result was the same: he'd eat by himself. It seemed the three women were truly united in resisting the consequences of David not accompanying them shopping. The three women didn't seem to realize that there wasn't a man on this planet so fearless as to accompany the three of them shopping.

"Perfect, I can experience London's nightlife," David comforted himself, putting his phone in his pocket.

London has many bars, but many are fan bars. You have to be careful what you say in these bars; don't say anything good about their arch-rivals. For example, in a Manchester United fan bar, never say anything good about Chelsea. But if you criticize Chelsea, many people will praise you, and some might even buy you a drink.

The Manchester United fan bar had a distinctive exterior; you could tell at a glance it was a Manchester United fan gathering place. Inside, it was a sea of red—everyone was wearing Manchester United red jerseys, though the numbers were different. The bar also had many photos of Manchester United stars, as well as autographs. David sat down at the bar alone.

"What would you like to drink, young man?" asked the man in his forties behind the bar.

"Beer! Thanks!" David replied.

In less than twenty seconds, the man placed a large glass of beer in front of David. "Here's your beer!"

"Thanks!"

"Who is this young man?"

"America!"

"Traveling to England?"

"Yes! I really like Manchester United, so I came here specifically to see them."

"Young man, I'm glad you like Manchester United. Manchester United won't let you down..." Once the middle-aged man started talking about Manchester United

, his mouth was like a machine gun, unable to stop. "Manchester United will be even better in the future." Although David was a casual fan, he still knew that Manchester United had won the treble in 1999.

"That's for sure!" "

In less than three years, Manchester United will definitely win the treble. " David said.

Although the middle-aged man was surprised, he also believed that Manchester United would win the treble. " Young man, you're right. It's my treat tonight." A middle-aged man next to him suddenly said. "No need, thank you." David declined. "This is our bar owner, Carino!" the middle-aged man who was chatting with David introduced. "................ ... Strolling through the streets of London , David felt a bit bloated; he couldn't even remember how much beer he'd just drunk. Even the biggest drinker probably hadn't drunk as much as David. "Robbery! Robbery!" came a cry for help from an alley to his left. He recognized the voice as a woman's, and despite the darkness, David saw a short, black man run out of the alley. David took two steps forward, put the man down, and grabbed his bag, saying, "You can go now!" The man didn't understand why David had let him go, but if he didn't run, the police would arrive and he'd be done for. "Thanks!" the man said and ran off. About thirty seconds later, a beautiful woman ran out of the alley. David was stunned. It was her! Kelly Brook was not only a model, actress, and presenter, but also a swimsuit designer. Kelly Brook also launched her own eponymous perfume brand. At least half of British men considered her the "ninth wonder of the world." This was undoubtedly due to her sexy figure, vibrant personality, and youthful energy. Her fame far surpassed that of the famous Page 3 girl, Jordan. She frequently appeared on the covers of many popular British men's magazines. In polls of the sexiest women held by British men's magazines, she consistently ranked high. She has advertised for well-known brands such as Lee jeans, and as the spokesperson for Triumph, a world-renowned lingerie brand, she once had a large billboard hanging on the roadside, causing headaches for car insurance companies because drivers would be distracted by the advertisement and unable to concentrate on driving. As a Premier League football babe, Kelly Brook is the perfect goddess in the hearts of countless male fans. Her angelic face, devilish figure, and elegant demeanor captivate men's hearts. Even Manchester United star Rio Ferdinand publicly admitted that Kelly Brook is his dream girl. Kelly Brook is hailed as the sexiest woman in Britain in the last 50 years and ranks 5th among the world's 50 sexiest women. This Premier League babe with an angelic face and devilish figure is the goddess in the hearts of countless fans, hence the title "Premier League Goddess." Kelly Brook wore a black halter dress, which couldn't conceal her voluptuous yet slender figure, with a slim waist and full, high breasts almost bursting out of the dress. Truly deserving of the title of Britain's sexiest woman with the most beautiful breasts, Kelly Brook's round, pert buttocks, black stockings, and alluring high heels added to her irresistible allure. Her captivating eyes were already alluring and seductive, but David, gazing at her, unconsciously exclaimed, "Kelly Brook!" "You know me?" Kelly Brook asked, looking at David holding her bag. "I've heard of you. This is your bag." "Thank you!" Kelly Brook took the bag. "It's dangerous for you to be alone so late. Let me take you home," David said. David was dressed head-to-toe in designer clothes, and the expensive watch on his wrist clearly indicated he wasn't an ordinary person. "You know me like this?" "Because you're very suitable to be a model. My company told me," David lied. "Oh, is that so? By the way, what's your name?" Although Kelly Brook hadn't been successful in losing weight recently, she knew that many talent scouts were very powerful. “David Carnegie.” “Thank you so much, David.” “Don’t mention it.” The two chatted as they walked, and as they approached Kelly Brook’s place, David asked, “Kelly, would you like to be a model?” “Can I?” Kelly Brook wasn’t exactly confident at this point. “Believe me, you can become one of the most successful models in Britain, and an actress too,” David said. “Thank you, David. I’m home. I’ll consider your suggestion.” “Here’s my phone number. You can call me anytime.” David took out his business card from his wallet and handed it to her. Kelly Brook took the card and said, “David, I’ll go in now.” “Okay! Bye!” “Bye!!” Sitting in the taxi back to the hotel, David realized that he seemed to have recruited almost all the most famous models from around the world to his company. Alessandra Ambrosio from Brazil, Miranda Kerr from Australia, Lin Chih-ling from Asia, and Kelly Brook from Britain. ( Excerpt from Chapter 1 of the novel "Drunken Dreams of the Mortal World") “Hello!” I was stunned by the woman in front of me. Her short, glossy black hair reached her ears, and her fleshy earlobes were slightly flushed, with dazzling diamond-shaped crystal earrings hanging below. Her features were exquisite: delicate eyebrows, a pretty nose, rosy lips, a pointed chin, and a blush on her face that blended with the color of her ears, revealing her mood. Beneath a grey cotton bodysuit, her long, shapely legs were tightly encased in flesh-colored stockings, and black stilettos encased her slender, alluring feet, which shifted restlessly under my gaze, exuding a seductive allure. "You…" Although I knew this was the call girl I had booked last night, number nineteen, I was still stunned by her real appearance. Unlike the allure in the video, although equally beautiful and sexy, she gave me a feeling of more astonishment. My penis was already erect, a noticeable bulge beneath her nightgown, but I didn't immediately have the thought of pouncing on her. She stood there like a beautiful sculpture, her face flushed, awaiting my further instructions. "Sit...sit down!" I stammered, which wasn't like me. It reminded me of my first time with a prostitute; back then, I was shy and reserved, like a bride. Now, I was a seasoned wolf, experienced in the ways of the world, and women no longer made me flustered. But today was an exception. "You...you're so beautiful!" I exclaimed sincerely, looking at her sitting on the sofa, then awkwardly asked, "Would you like something to drink?" "Heh!" She chuckled softly, her eyes glistening as she looked at me, and said with a smile, "Why do you seem more nervous than I am?" I paused, then realized, and laughed, "Haha, yeah, what's wrong with me today?"

I quickly reverted to my wolfish nature. After a brief chat, I pulled her into my arms, my hands kneading her breasts through her soft clothes, my penis pressing against her buttocks, and my breath constantly whispering in her ear, showering her with compliments that made her blush.

Soon, she gave in, her hands trembling slightly as she gripped my arms, her hips bobbing against my hard, hot penis.

Lifting her shirt, she thought I was going to undress her and obediently stretched out her arms, but I simply and skillfully unhooked her bra, freeing her full breasts, before letting her clothes fall back down.

She blushed, turning to look at me behind her, her eyes filled with confusion.

I ignored her, and as I pulled her clothes down to her waist, I casually pulled off her black lace panties, letting them slide down her smooth stockings to her knees, stopping at the slightly bent back of her legs.

I adjusted her tight skirt, making sure it covered her full buttocks, and then, through the cotton fabric, gently kneaded her beautifully curved body.

She moaned softly as I teased her, her body leaning forward until she finally braced herself against the closet.

Only then did I realize how perfect her figure was. Her long, slender legs were perfectly proportioned, flowing down her full hips through smooth stockings without the slightest obstruction. Above her buttocks, her slender waist curved perfectly, then curved back to a full, even shape at her chest.

Looking at the defined outline created by her heavy, beautiful breasts, I couldn't help but exclaim, "So perfect!"

Perhaps her face wouldn't be considered breathtakingly beautiful, but with that figure alone, she was worthy of the title. I felt a pang of regret. Such a beauty was selling her body in such a place. She should be enjoying mansions, servants, and jewels, not bowing her back, sticking out her buttocks, and offering up her most private and beautiful possessions for someone who could afford it.

She turned to look at me, her eyes misty with desire, confusion, and something else entirely.

Before I could even savor the moment, I quickly pulled down my pants, draped a condom over my throbbing erection, and plunged in!

"Hiss!"

I inhaled sharply, enjoying the sensation. Even through the condom, I could clearly feel the heat emanating from her lower body. Having been celibate for so long, encountering such a beauty made me lose all control of my emotions, and I began thrusting wildly.

"Mmm..."

she hummed softly, her delicate brows furrowing under my assault. Her lower body was slightly dry, and the gripping sensation during penetration was quite intense. Seeing her head drooping in pain, I felt a little embarrassed and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I...you're too tempting."

She endured the discomfort, turned around and smiled at me, saying understandingly, "It's okay, you...you can be gentle."

I suppressed my rising lust, gently moving my hard penis, my hands constantly kneading her breasts. Soon, I felt the resistance to my advance significantly decrease, and her slightly furrowed brows relaxed, her moans gradually growing stronger.

I could no longer hold back and thrust with all my might. The beautiful woman before me arched her plump, firm buttocks high, her slender waist curving into a beautiful arc, her full breasts swaying back and forth with my thrusts.

Her legs were tightly pressed together, from between her legs to her feet, there was almost no gap.

Her juices flowed continuously, slowly leaving a thin white trail on her flesh-colored stockings. With each thrust, more juices flowed out, soaking into her high heels.

I maintained this position for over ten minutes, my strong body still tireless, while the beautiful woman before me was already exhausted. Her bending over became more and more pronounced, her hands no longer able to grip the board, so she used her elbows for support; her legs gradually weakened, her tightly closed calves slowly spreading apart, yet still tightly clamping her thighs, maintaining the grip of her vagina.

I felt her body sinking, so I reached out and embraced her slender waist, slightly adjusting my body, and continued thrusting into her dripping, incredibly tight and hot vagina.

"Ah... I'm going to die... ah... ah..."

Her voice suddenly grew louder, her head thrown back high, her short skirt soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her body, her back and round buttocks forming a beautiful arc, then her whole body trembled violently, a delicate blush rising on her neck.

I slowed down, gently kneading her shoulders through her clothes. A moment later, she bent over again, still trembling slightly, her crystal earrings swaying playfully, a sight to behold.

After this rest, my burning desire subsided slightly, and my strength returned somewhat, so I sped up again.

Having already climaxed, she became even more sensitive; with each thrust, more fluid flowed, her moans grew louder, and the temperature inside her vagina rose. I knew I was close to ejaculation.

She kept shaking her head, as if under the influence of drugs, as if the restlessness within her was constantly churning her. She frantically searched for climax, searching for a long time without success, but then, unexpectedly, a sudden, intense pleasure amplified from an imperceptible corner, becoming the essence of her thoughts and consciousness.

"Ah!"

she screamed, her body suddenly losing its support and collapsing limply. Just as I was about to ejaculate, how could I let her escape? My large hands gripped her slender waist tightly, and I thrust hard into the depths of her vagina, ejaculating violently.

In the instant before ejaculation, a man's penis becomes significantly harder and hotter, and many women experience orgasm from this sudden surge. This woman was no exception. Already experiencing a powerful orgasm, she trembled all over from my final thrust. If I hadn't been holding her waist, she would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

After she gradually calmed down, I lifted her up and placed her on the bed, gently covering her with a blanket. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, her forehead glistening with sweat, a few strands of her hair clinging to it. Her expression was peaceful and languid, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep. When

I came out after showering, she was already asleep, her beautiful nostrils flaring gently, fast asleep. I smiled wryly, poured myself a glass of red wine, walked to the window, and looked at the deep night outside, feeling a sense of loss.

In these three years, I've endured all sorts of hardships and suffered countless scornful looks; the pain is indescribable. But it was all worth it. The bitterness has given way to sweetness, and the time for it has come. As the saying

goes, fortune favors the bold. Without that initial gamble, without that subsequent escape, I wouldn't have the wealth I have today, wouldn't be living in this most luxurious and expensive hotel, wouldn't be drinking the finest wine, and wouldn't be enjoying the most alluring women.

Isn't that the allure of money?

Putting down my wine glass, I prepared to wake the beauty in bed for another round of passion, and then, tomorrow, I'd find a pure and lovely virgin…

Turning my head, I realized she had already woken up, lying on her side looking at me, her eyes reflecting the enchanting night, gleaming slightly.

Earlier, to avoid disturbing her sleep, I had turned off the overhead light, leaving only the two small lamps by the window. Seeing her looking at me, I smiled gently, turned on the overhead light, and suddenly everything was bright. Only then could I see the faint smile on her lips.

"Thank you."

I was slightly taken aback, then realized she was thanking me for thoughtfully turning off the light.

"You're welcome, I'm having a great time too."

She was also startled, then her cheeks flushed, and she softly scolded, "I hate you..."

I went over, sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroked her face, and asked, "Judging from your expression, you probably don't do this often, do you?"

She understood what I meant, lay down, shook her head, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "That's why my price is high."

Indeed, eight thousand for a single time and thirty thousand for an overnight stay was not something the average person could afford.

"Hehe, it is indeed high, but it's worth it. Your technique may not be perfect, but you bring men a lot of pleasure."

Seeing her looking at me with confusion, I explained, "Your body is very sensitive, and you orgasm so easily, which gives men a great sense of accomplishment."

"Compared to physical comfort and satisfaction, psychological satisfaction is stronger, but it's also harder to achieve."

Her face was still red, and she pouted for a moment before saying shyly, "I...

I only... did this today..." I asked casually, "How long have you been doing this?"

"Um... this is the third time..."

She hesitated for a moment before finally saying it.

People in this line of work usually don't say they've been doing it for a long time, and I didn't think much of it. I just asked out of curiosity because she didn't seem very old.

"Your name is... Xiaohe, right?"

I thought for a moment, recalling her information from the picture the manager had provided. Seeing her nod, I asked again, "It said you were twenty-seven years old, but you don't look that old."

She asked nervously, "Where... do I not look like it?"

"You don't seem that old, only in your early twenties. You look very young and are easily shy."

She smiled reassuredly and said, "Hehe, really? Thank you for the compliment!"

I took off my bathrobe and slipped into bed. Seeing this, she instinctively shrank back, but when she saw me staring at her, she realized what was happening and hesitantly moved closer.

I laughed and reached out to pull her down beneath me, then began to knead her full breasts through her clothes.

She stared at me, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "This dress is...it's mine. Could we not wear it while...making love?"

"Huh?"

I was taken aback. I'd assumed it was a hotel uniform, but it turned out to be her own. I said apologetically, "No problem, no problem."

I lifted her dress, and she obediently stretched out her arms. Just as she was about to pull it off, she let out a soft "Ah!" and grabbed the dress tightly, preventing me from taking it.

I looked at her curiously. Her face was flushed. She snatched the dress away and threw it aside, burying her head and refusing to look at me. Just when I thought everything was alright and was about to continue, she let out another "Ah!" and reached under the covers, rustling and bustling about something.

I looked at her angrily, wondering what she was up to. Seeing my expression change, she said embarrassedly, "My stockings... are soaked..."

I suddenly realized and teased, "More than that, right? Are you soaked down there too?"

"Ah!"

She screamed at my words, threw off the covers, and ran to the bathroom naked, still holding the flesh-colored stockings she had just taken off.

I heard the sound of water running in the bathroom, and then I picked up her clothes that she had thrown aside and looked at them. I saw a large wet patch on the hem of her clothes near her buttocks, and the wet liquid on it was obviously her bodily fluids—as for mine, it was still in the condom in the trash can. For

a twenty-seven-year-old woman to behave like this, it seems that the overnight stay was well spent.

Women always take a lot of trouble to take a bath. I watched TV for a while and still didn't see her come out, so I went to open the door, ready to take a bath together, but the door was locked tightly.

I could only lie on the bed and watch TV helplessly. Finally, the sound of water stopped, and after a long time, she finally came out awkwardly.

She had washed her hair and lightly dried it with the hairdryer. Her pink women's robe was tightly tied, clinging to her graceful body. She clasped her hands together, looking at me shyly, her expression uneasy, like a bride just entering her wedding night.

I was both amused and annoyed, and asked, "Come here!"

"You…what do you want?"

She unconsciously took a step back, then chuckled, amused by her own self-satisfaction.

She laughed for a while, then, seeing that I still had a serious expression and didn't laugh with her, she became a little embarrassed. I countered, "What do you think I want?"

"You…you want to do me?"

she repeated involuntarily, inadvertently revealing her inner worry. At first, she didn't realize her mistake, but quickly caught it and covered her face, looking utterly ashamed.

She was probably a little distracted and hadn't heard me clearly, repeating what appeared to be a slip of the tongue.

This unintentional slip of the tongue amused me, and I couldn't maintain my serious demeanor any longer, bursting into laughter.

With that smile, I was no longer a customer, and she was no longer a prostitute.

Seeing me smile, she slowly lowered her hand and whispered, "You...you're too...powerful there, could you...not...not for so long?"

Hearing her words, I understood her concerns and couldn't help but say, "But I paid!"

This clearly hurt her pride, making her realize her situation instantly. Her face darkened, and she helplessly walked to the bed, gently unbuttoning her bathrobe.

She was back to how she was when she first entered, completely submissive, resigned to her fate.

I didn't notice any of this because I was completely captivated by her figure. Although we had already had sex, I hadn't properly observed the woman in front of me until now, when I realized what a beautiful sight I had missed.

Her figure was excellent; her neck was long and straight, her skin was fair and delicate, her breasts were round and full, her areolas were rather large, and her nipples were slightly dark. Because of their size, they drooped slightly under gravity, creating a unique beauty. Her abdomen was perfectly smooth, almost without any excess fat. Her slender waist and pert buttocks formed a perfect curve, and her legs formed a perfect peach shape below her waist. A sparse patch of hair above her pubic bone, her firm legs pressed tightly together, was incredibly endearing.

Seeing my dazed expression, her previously dull eyes brightened again; a woman's innate desire for praise made her unconsciously proud.

She puffed out her chest, but I simply reached out and pulled her tightly into my arms…

No one wants to be unhappy paying for a woman, but prostitutes are clever; they use every opportunity to create chances for themselves, maximizing their gains with minimal effort.

This woman before me might be shy, or she might have many unique qualities, but I knew perfectly well that her methods wouldn't work, so I pulled her onto the bed and pinned her down, completely taking control.

Her breasts felt wonderful to the touch, soft yet firm, and just the right size for my hands. Just kneading those two mounds was enough to make me incredibly hard.

She lay naked beneath me, resignedly closing her eyes, a hot, hard penis constantly reminding her of what was about to happen. Having already ejaculated once, I wasn't in a hurry. I patiently and meticulously played with her alluring breasts, her nipples gradually hardening under my touch, her fair skin growing increasingly red from the kneading.

I leaned close to her ear, licking her earlobe (which had its dangling removed), and breathed into her ear, softly asking, "May I kiss you?"

For a regular prostitute, of course, it wouldn't be possible, but a call girl at this price shouldn't have that taboo.

This question was out of respect for her, but also a test.

"No... I've already told them..."

she shook her head, protesting softly.

Of course I knew, because it was mentioned in her profile picture: a white-collar professional, forbidden from kissing and anal sex.

I said "Oh," without forcing her, continuing to stimulate her breasts and earlobes, feeling the spasms and tremors, feeling immense pleasure.

When I finally stopped being satisfied with her breasts and earlobes, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but when my hand slipped between her legs, she couldn't help but moan.

Perhaps my slowly moving hand scraped her clitoris, or perhaps my rough index finger rubbed her labia, but her sudden moan aroused my desire, making it impossible for me to tease her any longer.

I knelt beside her, spread her legs, bent her knees, and placed my hands on her smooth thighs, slowly leaning forward, my thick, hard penis plunging inside.

As my penis thrust deeper, she gasped for breath, trying to suppress her pleasure and remain silent, but the heat and wetness she felt through the condom betrayed her sensations.

Compared to the initial difficulty and resistance of penetration, this time, although the advance was still slow, it was noticeably smoother. Whether she admitted it or not, she was undoubtedly experiencing pleasure; her body was receptive to my thick penis.

This time, I was much gentler and more attentive to the rhythm. After a few dozen thrusts, I lowered her legs and continued playing with her in the traditional position.

Aside from a resentful glance she gave me when we switched to doggy style, she barely made eye contact with me. As time passed, her body softened, her breathing quickened, her entire back flushed, and her moans grew louder. I knew she was about to climax again.

I continued at my own pace, gently thrusting into her slightly swollen vulva, slowly but firmly. Each insertion made her tremble, and each withdrawal filled her with a deep sense of resentment.

Lingering on the edge of climax for a long time, she could no longer think rationally. She gasped for breath, moaning, and began to beg me intermittently, "Mmm...please...please...ah...please...mmm..." I pulled her up with my arms and whispered in her ear, "Let me kiss you, and I'll make you feel like you're in heaven!"

She shook her head painfully, refusing to give in easily, moaning under my slow and heavy thrusts, murmuring words I couldn't understand, "No...not...good...can't...Yuxing...dislikes..."

Seeing that she still wouldn't give in, I could only compromise and said, "Then make a nice sound!"

This seemed to be within her acceptable range. She bit her lower lip, thrusting her buttocks back repeatedly, and whispered, "Mmm...I'll call...husband...darling...faster...faster...I...want it so much..."

"Call me brother..."

"Brother...good brother, give it to me..."

"Are you a slut?"

"I...I'm not a slut...I...I'm not...good brother..."

I stopped teasing her, released my arms from her, and gripped her ample breasts with both hands, fucking her like a storm. She had been hovering on the edge of orgasm for a long time, her body incredibly sensitive. This frenzied thrusting brought her to an unparalleled climax.

She screamed, her body trembling against me, her nostrils flaring as she breathed heavily. After a long while, she took a deep breath, opened her moist and bright eyes, and looked at me, who was staring at her.

I leaned over to kiss her, but she turned her head away. A little embarrassed, she reached out and grasped my hands, which were still tightly gripping her breasts, and whispered, "You haven't come yet, have you?"

As she spoke, she supported herself on her knees, her firm buttocks gently circling, rubbing against my throbbing member. I sensed the change in her emotions and began kissing her neck and earlobes, my lower body gradually starting to move again.

With her deliberate cooperation, I ejaculated quickly. In that moment of climax, she stared at me intently, letting me press my penis firmly against her clitoris, letting streams of semen pound against the deepest part of her body through the condom…

For the next three nights, she was my companion through the long nights. During the day, she went to work, and I was busy with my own things; at night, she would appear on time, we would make love, rest, make love again, and rest again. Besides sharing our information, we talked about many things. I discovered that she was also a kind and intelligent woman. She had a good job, a good income, attended a prestigious university, loved reading *Jane Eyre*, and wanted a Labrador Retriever when she was in school…

The deeper our connection deepened, the less I understood why she had chosen this path. My curiosity became unbearable, and I wanted to find out more.

Because the hotel took a commission, I changed hotels so that she could earn more. On the morning of my check-out day, I told her where I was going to stay and arranged a meeting place and method.

As I left, the hotel manager saw me to the door. I understood his humility, just as I understand the allure of money.

The new hotel was equally nice. I refused the calls offering sexual services, and with a nonchalant smile at the receptionist's initially obsequious tone, I changed into my newly bought clothes, tossed the rest into the sink, and left.

I drove my rented Mercedes to the agreed-upon restaurant. This was the only place I felt familiar with in this strange city, besides the hotel where I had met her, and the hotel where I was about to stay.

In the past few days, I had learned a general idea of her, but not everything. I wanted to bring this trip to a perfect close, so I would leave before I felt disgusted with her, but clearly, that would take some time.

She was a natural beauty. From her fiery vulva to her alluring breasts, her pert buttocks, and her long, smooth legs, everything about her was captivating. I don't like young girls; they're too immature, and compared to mature women, they lack the intense, intimate pleasure of intimacy. Perhaps it's related to age. I think when I'm in my forties or fifties and want to hold onto my youth, I'll probably also fall for young, vibrant, and beautiful girls.

I found a seat and sat down, watching the crowds coming and going in the lobby. My mind was extremely peaceful. Most of the people coming and going in this restaurant were local celebrities. This must be a place where the upper class gathers for banquets and parties, and perhaps even higher-class people, but unfortunately, I have no access to them.

Perhaps my wealth exceeds that of every single person here, perhaps even more than their combined wealth, but I'm just a nouveau riche, someone who acquired endless wealth through incredible luck and a near-death escape.

The lights flickered, and in the dim light, a graceful figure slowly walked towards me. I steadied myself and realized it was Xiao He. Unlike her sexy and glamorous appearance at the hotel a few days ago, today she was dressed very conservatively, in a pair of crisp suit trousers, paired with a black suit jacket and a white shirt, appearing calm and low-key. Coupled with the exaggerated glasses on her nose, she looked extremely ordinary.

I tried to discern her alluring figure from her clothing, but I quickly failed. Her clothes were loose, obscuring her slender waist, long, beautiful legs, and pert buttocks. Without the contrast of high heels, she appeared unremarkable at first glance, dressed only in wide-soled leather shoes. If I hadn't once possessed this body, I couldn't have imagined that the person before me was Xiao He.

I sat in a conspicuous spot, precisely so she would see me as soon as she entered. She had a dedicated call girl phone, but I didn't have a number prepared for a woman like her, so I tried to avoid leaving any trace of myself. Whether out of a desire to remain aloof from worldly affairs or out of caution towards an enemy, this was necessary.

Seeing her approach, I quickly stood up and pulled out a chair for her. She looked at me in surprise, and after I sat down, she said, "You're quite the gentleman!"

I smiled slightly, not taking it to heart. After she ordered a few dishes, I casually ordered one as well. Watching the waiter leave, I smiled at her and said, "Hehe, didn't expect that, did you? A nouveau riche like me actually knows these details."

Seeing that I had touched on her thoughts, she smiled shyly and changed the subject, saying, "Why did you decide to treat me to dinner?"

I said with a double meaning, "You've been working so hard these past few days, it's only right that I treat you to a meal."

Her face turned red, and she gave me a reproachful glare, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

I ignored her, took a sip of water, and couldn't help but ask the question that had been on my mind: "I've always wanted to ask you something. I feel that with your qualities, you could easily find a very good man to marry, so how come..."

She wasn't surprised, gently sipping her tea. After I finished speaking, she paused for a moment before saying, "Actually, I've been married before..."

Slowly, she began to tell me about her past. She first married her college sweetheart and then gave birth to a sickly daughter. Her husband, from a rural area, was the only son in five generations, and naturally, the family line couldn't end with him. However, she already had a sickly daughter, and given their financial situation, she was somewhat resistant.

Despite this, she eventually became pregnant, but the baby was born prematurely at seven months. When the doctor asked whether to save the mother or the child, her husband hesitated, but her in-laws unanimously agreed to save the child. The baby survived, but she lost her uterus.

Perhaps she could have continued living like this, but the premature baby died before it was even a month old. Her feudal and traditional in-laws began urging her son to divorce. Knowing her in-laws' initial disregard and her husband's indecisiveness, she was already heartbroken. Now, seeing her husband once again succumb to their tyranny, her heart shattered.

She agreed to the divorce, took her sickly daughter, and came to this city. If it weren't for her daughter, her income would be enough to support her family. But her daughter's illness was extremely serious, and the expenses were escalating, making her income insufficient. She had considered finding a suitable man to marry, but no one was willing to marry a woman with a daughter and tens of thousands of yuan in medical bills every month. Out of desperation, she took this path…

If I hadn't gotten to know her personality after spending a few days with her, I doubt I would have believed her. Even so, I'm still somewhat skeptical.

"After the divorce, I came here with my child, not wanting any further entanglement with them,"

she said, pausing to drink her tea, her eyes unfocused and lost in thought.

I nodded, picked up my cup, and remained silent.

A short silence followed, then the waiter began serving the food. We exchanged a smile and began to enjoy our dinner. We chatted about light topics, avoiding the more serious aspects of each other's stories, each secretly harboring our own agendas.

I already knew she worked in finance, a college graduate with a degree in accounting, her skill level was neither high nor low, which suited my needs perfectly. What I needed was nothing more than a beautiful vase, a vase with a little ambition, a vase that wouldn't constantly pester me. For her, a man who could spend over 100,000 yuan on prostitution in just a few days would be a rare benefactor. Regardless of his motives, she wouldn't hesitate to tie herself to me.

We were testing each other, simply testing how to tie the knot and what kind of knot to use.

Ultimately, it was the man who had to take the initiative.

After dinner, we returned to the hotel. Having become somewhat familiar with each other, we quickly lay together. After a passionate lovemaking session, I held her in my arms and expressed my thoughts.

"Come to Beijing with me!"

"Huh?"

She was slightly taken aback, perhaps not expecting me to ask her to leave the city.

"I plan to develop my career in Beijing. If you choose this path, I think I'll be your best choice."

I smelled the fragrance of her hair, carefully choosing my words, trying to avoid hurting her pride.

"But..."

"You yourself said you have no family or friends here, what is there to miss?"

I thought for a moment, then said, "Even if one day I've settled everything for you, you'll still live well without me."

We both knew that the "one day" I was referring to might be when I grew tired of her, or when she grew tired of me, or when we both grew tired of her.

"The cost of living here might not be much lower than in Beijing, but the medical standards there are much higher. With my help, your standard of living there will definitely be higher than here."

I don't know why I had to go to such lengths to get her to go to Beijing. I don't understand my own actions. Perhaps I like the feeling of changing someone's fate with money. Appearing in someone else's life as a savior—I think that's every man's dream. Saving a woman from a life of hardship, I seem willing to be the protagonist of this story.

Seeing her still hesitant, I took a note from the bedside table, wrote down a number for her, and said, "If you decide, call me when you come to Beijing. My surname is Wen. Just say you're Xiaohe."

After a pause, I added, "If I have another chance to come here, I'll go back to that hotel. If you didn't come looking for me then, I think I'd like to see you."

She took the folded note, put it in her handbag on the bedside table, and then threw herself into my arms, hugging me tightly.

"I'm going back tomorrow morning..."

"Fuck me..."

she whispered in my ear, interrupting what I was about to say.

Her words aroused me, and I rolled over, thrusting into her already flowing honey pot.

These past few days, I had stopped using condoms, and my penis truly felt the heat and lust within her body. The amplitude and speed of my thrusts increased steadily, and the accumulating pleasure was much faster than usual.

She clung to me, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, her arms around my neck, whispering in my ear, "Brother... fuck Xiaohe to death... mmm... so good... mmm... husband... good brother... your cock is so... so hard... ah..."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was incredibly seductive. Perhaps her contrasting behaviors in bed—some shy, some alluring—were one of the reasons I couldn't resist. ...

After a passionate night, I woke up at ten in the morning. Looking at the mess around me and smelling the lingering fragrance on the pillow, I felt a pang of melancholy. After a moment of stunned silence, I noticed a note on the table. Picking it up, I read, "Xiao Yuanhe, thirty-one years old. I'm sorry, I'll consider it."

I smiled slightly, packed my things, and left the hotel.

Before boarding the plane, I checked my phone; it was silent as usual. I smiled, understanding her hesitation.

Being a prostitute might be lowly, but at least she had her own dignity and the right to choose her own life. But if she became my lover, she might lose all of that.

I turned off my phone, boarded a plane to the capital, and regardless of whether she came to find me, I was about to start a new life.

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