An orgy in full swing, with dense clouds of smoke and alcohol permeating the room.
Delicate, snow-colored fingers idly played with a tall glass filled with a dark-red liquid. A pair of eyes, their allure increased by the heavy makeup, landed on the pile of intertwined bodies in the middle of the room. Tong Yarue's succulent red lips curled up slightly, hinting at her amusement and anticipation for the ensuing drama.
However, her leisure time wouldn't last long. In such a place, where hormones ran wild, a stunning beauty like her was bound to draw attention.
“What's the fun in just watching?” a pair of bare arms suddenly wrapped around her shoulders. A whiff of a potent blend of alcohol and cosmetics followed, whispering vague entreaties into her ear, “Join us?”
As they spoke, the daring hands slowly began to slide off her shoulder.
With her beautiful eyes narrowed, Tong Yarue gave a sharp shove backwards with the hand holding the wine glass. The man behind her promptly let out a cry and retracted his mischief-wreathed hands to clutch his stomach, “Damn, you wench!”
When Tong Yarue turned around, a familiar face greeted her. The man was a rising star, usually prim and proper in the public eye. But now, he stood naked as the day he was born, scratches and bruises adorning his body—evidently, he had just emerged from the romping pool.
“Hah, I thought I smelled a rat. Best you stay away from me!” Tong Yarue's voice, diverging from the usual delicate tune of other girls, was husky and carried a seductive undertone.
His face contorting due to her blunt rejection, the naked man sneered, “You’re nothing more than a common whore, yet you act as if you’re on a pedestal!”
Where was the place for false pretenses of purity here?
Tong Yarue didn’t respond. She just stood up and slowly advanced towards the man. As she swayed her hips delicately, her tight black dress perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure, exuding a bewitching allure. Then she flashed a tantalizing smile.
He was instantly bedazzled.
“Even if it were given to a dog, it wouldn’t be given to you.” She said, as poured the dark-red wine along the man's cheek.
It took a moment for the man to understand what transpired. As comprehension dawned, his face turned livid. “You filthy whore!”
Outraged, he extended his hand and swung it towards Tong Yarue. He would dole out some punishment to this impertinent wench tonight. She wouldn't walk out of this place without a scratch!
The man's attempting hand was suddenly caught before it could touch the hem of Tong Ya's attire. Taken aback, he was promptly struck by an intense pain coursing through his wrist.
"Ah—!" With a miserable shout, the man's hand was swiftly broken, and he fainted from the excruciating pain before he could even see who came.
The man before Tong Ya, in a full black suit, was like Satan emerging from the depths of hell.
Yet, Tong Ya did not notice his menacing aura and allowed her eyes to fixate on his handsome face, equally devilish to Satan himself.
"You're very handsome!" she remarked as her arms, snake-like, coiled around his neck.
Xi Cheng Yan looked at the woman nearly nose-to-nose with himself, pulling a wry smile, his rich voice speaking like an aged wine distilled from childhood: "It seems I’ve poked my nose into other’s business."
She seemed to need a man, the naked desire in Tong Ya's eyes made him realize this.
"Right, so now you need to compensate me, don’t you?" Tong Ya said with a playful and beaming smile, taking the initiative to lay her lips upon his thin lips.
Her slightly opened lips were seized, and Xi Cheng Yan, after a brief moment of surprise, transformed from being passive to taking the lead.
Tong Ya found herself pinned against the bar counter, her full, soft lips as though no longer her own to resist. Biting, tearing, the man’s actions were wild and unrestrained.
The vicinity's coarse breaths and hazy moans sounded unusually clear. Tong Ya's eyes gradually became blurred. She extended her hand, stirring up flames on the man's body while matching his rhythm.
Suddenly, Xi Cheng Yan let go of her. Just as Tong Ya was about to voice her dissatisfaction, the man abruptly picked her up. She looked up, puzzled, only to find a desire in his dark, profound eyes matching her own.
The corners of her mouth curling up, her slender, fair arms entwined around his neck.
Xi Cheng Yan carried Tong Ya off. As they passed by a large potted plant, a faint light flashed. Tong Ya looked up and gave a subtle wink in that direction.
She turned to look at the man carrying her, but he seemed to be none the wiser.
It was less than two minutes before they arrived at a room on the second floor, yet their eager tongues intertwined once again before the door could even close. Xi Cheng Yan held her firmly against the door, their lower bodies rubbing with intense heat as their saliva mingled.
By the time Tong Ya was placed on the pure white bed, her dress had already been stripped clean. With a charming smile, she extended her long, snowy leg to encircle the man’s waist, pulling him onto herself…
