Frankly, I really want to go out with Huan Ge and see that girl named Yang Wei again.
I don't know why, but she seemed to attract me, and it wasn't just because of her beauty. There was something about her that made me want to get closer and observe her more closely. The sly, intelligent glint in her eyes, the confident smile beneath her cool exterior… and of course, her beautiful face.
I've seen plenty of beautiful women, but I've rarely seen one as beautiful as her.
However, Huan Ge showed no intention of going out again.
He just smiled at me, then waved his hand, summoning Jinhe in to take me out.
"You can rest tonight, and I'll take you for a walk around here again tomorrow."
Huan didn't say anything more to me. Perhaps he felt that he had already said a lot to me tonight, and now he should give me some time to process it.
When I left the casino, I didn't run into Yang Wei again; she was probably in some VIP room.
It wasn't until later that I learned that Yang Wei had won ten million in the casino's VIP room that night, but then deliberately lost it all. She probably did this simply to express her dissatisfaction to Huan Ge.
The casino had expert gamblers to keep things under control, but Huan Ge didn't send any of them out. Yang Wei's two henchmen, however, were both skilled gamblers from Las Vegas.
But that's a story for another time. Jinhe led me into the private elevator, and after descending to the eighth floor, he led me to the door of a room.
"Go in and get some rest. I'll come and take you out first thing tomorrow morning." Jinhe's tone was completely flat. After opening the door and letting me in, he left.
This is a very luxurious suite. Stepping inside, the soft carpet underfoot is incredibly comfortable; I imagine I could roll around on it several times without feeling any discomfort. Outside is a spacious living room with elegant leather sofas and a flat-screen TV on the wall. As I entered the room, a crystal chandelier on the ceiling slowly lit up, the light gradually increasing and becoming very soft. I then realized I hadn't pressed any buttons; there must have been some kind of sensor.
The furniture in the living room was exquisite, and the overall color scheme of the room leaned towards a somber tone, like the color of champagne after it has settled. There was also a wine cabinet in the living room. I went closer and took a look. Inside, there was a row of various foreign wines, and on the lower shelf, there was a row of crystal wine glasses hanging.
I took a deep breath. Even though I've never been to a place like this before, I could tell how high-class this place was!
In front of the liquor cabinet was a small, home-style bar. I found a small cocktail shaker, poured myself a glass of whiskey, went to the refrigerator below, took out the ice maker, added two ice cubes, and then swallowed the whiskey in one gulp.
The scalding liquor flowed down my esophagus into my stomach, the heat feeling like it was burning my chest and abdomen. It was so refreshing that I couldn't help but shiver and let out a long sigh.
My mind is a bit of a mess, and I feel even more lost... or rather, I have a bit of anticipation and curiosity for tomorrow.
What big plan is Huan Ge planning? What does he want me to do?
Of course, what excites me most is what happened tonight...
How much is this?
Thinking back to the number I calculated, right now, as I sit at the bar in my room drinking, the casino upstairs is still relentlessly raking in money and accumulating wealth!
Those chips, those sums of dollars, were casually tossed out by those people...
What corruption and extravagance!
However, I admit that when I threw out those chips, although I pretended to be calm on the surface, my heart really skipped a few beats!
Watching the ten thousand dollars in my hand slip away in less than an hour, I don't know what I was thinking.
That's ten thousand dollars! That's more than most ordinary people can earn in a year!
Perhaps it wasn't until today that I realized how pure the world I lived in was!
Isn't that right? I work in a "high-end" nightclub, but tonight I realized that the so-called high-end of that nightclub is only relative to ordinary people.
Is that place really that high-class? A night there only costs a few thousand. Are the girls there really that high-class? If you're willing to throw down a few thousand, someone's ready to strip naked and throw themselves at you anytime!
But here? I even saw some gamblers win chips in one go and casually toss a few to the pretty girls next to them without even blinking!
Even more terrifying is... damn it, I even accidentally saw a beautiful woman accompanying a customer in the casino, and the evening gown she was wearing was no cheap item!
Versace!
I probably couldn't afford the dress she was wearing even with half a year's income!
The watch on her wrist was a Cartier, worth tens of thousands! I once saw a hostess in a nightclub wear one—of course, the hostess in the nightclub was wearing a replica worth a few hundred dollars.
These guests casually tossed around thousands of chips, their faces indifferent, each with a beautiful woman beside them—a sight most people might never see in a year—and a glass of expensive foreign liquor worth a week's living expenses for an average person…
Is this what they call high society?
I took another swig of wine.
I must say, I'm filled with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, I'm awestruck by what I've seen and heard tonight; on the other hand... I also feel a sense of anticipation, anticipation for tomorrow!
I have to admit, when I was throwing money around tonight, besides feeling a bit lost, I also felt a little... kind of great!
After two drinks, my head started to ache again. I gently pressed my temples and remembered Wood's advice; I really shouldn't have been drinking these past few days.
I looked up and saw my reflection in the glass of the wine cabinet, somewhat blurry, yet seemingly very clear.
When I was injured, the hospital shaved the hair on the top of my head to treat the wound. For the sake of appearance, I simply found a place to shave all my hair short after I was discharged. Although it looks a bit awkward now, it doesn't look too out of place.
The face reflected in the glass was flushed, and there was a bright light in its eyes...
Is that me?
I smiled at the glass, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. I remembered what Huan Ge had said:
"Once you step into this circle, you can never get out!"
However, what shocked me even more was Huan Ge's other statement: "Once you enter this circle, you may gain unimaginable wealth, money, and status! You will get everything that an ordinary person can only dream of!"
I admit I'm attracted to him.
I'm really tempted!
I, Chen Yang, am also a young man, and I also have ambitions! I also hope to make a name for myself one day!
Shaking my head, I simply picked up my wine glass and sat down on the soft carpet on the floor.
Just then, I suddenly heard the bedroom door in the suite open softly...
A slender, delicate figure peeked out from the doorway. In the soft light of the room, I saw a charming and beautiful face facing me, sleepy-eyed, her clothes half-undone, revealing half of her fair and delicate shoulder, and the heart-pounding bulge beneath the low-cut bra...
I was stunned for a moment, and before I could react, the figure seemed to be startled, let out a short cry of surprise, and then quickly shrank back.
Um?
However, the door opened a little more, and this time the figure tiptoed out. She seemed hesitant and somewhat afraid of me.
That's when I realized that she was one of the two beautiful twin girls who came in while I was taking a bath with Huan Ge that night.
She looked like she had just woken up, her long hair draped over her shoulders, slightly disheveled, with a blush on her face and a somewhat languid air. She was wearing only a snow-white shirt, and in the dim light, it seemed that she was only wearing underwear under the shirt. And at the hem of the shirt were a pair of plump and firm long legs, which looked delicate and smooth under the light, making me dizzy for a moment.
The girl seemed a little shy. She took a few steps closer and then hesitated, as if she didn't know whether to come over. Her long, slender legs were completely exposed to my view. Her legs were straight and together, and her small, delicate feet were on the carpet. I could even feel that she was trembling.
I immediately realized that Huan-ge had arranged for her to wait for me here.
Thinking of this, I suddenly smiled, then looked at the girl. We stared at each other for a few seconds before I finally spoke: "It's you... are you the older sister or the younger sister?"
The girl suddenly calmed down, as if she remembered why she came here. A hint of nervousness appeared on her face. She bit her lip and carefully walked to my side, reaching out as if to help me up.
I grabbed her small hand; it was a little cool, but very soft—just the way I liked it. Then I pulled her close, and the girl gasped as she tumbled into my arms. I leaned in and sniffed her trembling neck.
It smells so good!
"Can't you speak properly? Are you the older sister or the younger sister?" I smiled, trying to make my expression look as gentle as possible.
"Sister..." I finally heard her voice. As expected, it was as soft and weak as a rabbit's, a little high-pitched, but very pleasant to hear.
I felt a little strange. I saw that the panic in her eyes wasn't feigned; she was genuinely afraid of me. At that moment, our bodies were pressed tightly together, and I could feel her pulse beating rapidly as I held her wrist.
I know what she does; frankly, she's here to "serve" me. That's probably her job.
Some sex workers will deliberately feign innocence or a submissive demeanor to please customers. But I could tell that her expression wasn't faked; it was genuine.
"Are you scared?" I asked, puzzled.
The girl nodded, but then her face turned pale, and she quickly shook her head.
"So, is it fear or not?" I became even more curious.
This time, the girl didn't even dare to move her head; she just stared straight at me with her eyes wide open, not daring to blink.
I found it somewhat amusing. Looking at this girl, who was as flustered as a rabbit, a wicked thought suddenly arose in my mind. I slowly reached out a hand, and almost naturally slipped it inside her shirt…
The girl's skin was as smooth as silk, so delicate it seemed impossible to touch. My hand slowly traced along her supple waist, then quietly climbed up to a full bud on her chest...
The girl hummed in response, her body stiffening slightly before softening again. A strange look suddenly appeared in her eyes as she looked at me.
As if resigned to her fate, she glanced at me wistfully, then slowly closed her eyes...
After a long while, perhaps realizing that I wasn't going to make any further moves, the girl slowly opened her eyes, glanced at me in surprise, and just then saw me staring at her with a playful look in my eyes. She was so frightened that she immediately closed her eyes, and then slowly opened them again.
"Alright, stop playing around. Are you scared of me?" I chuckled, helped her to her feet, and then gently patted the girl's pert buttocks. I laughed and said, "I don't care who sent you. I'm feeling really tired right now and want to take a shower. I don't want to do anything else for the time being—are you that afraid of what I might do to you?"
This time, the girl seemed to have learned her lesson and didn't dare to nod or shake her head again.
"Go and run me a bath," I sighed. Suddenly, I felt a loss of interest.
The girl paused for a moment, and I frowned, saying, "What's wrong? You don't even know how to run a bath?"
The girl hurriedly slipped out of my arms and dashed into the bathroom. However, I noticed that she glanced at the bedroom with a hint of fear in her eyes before reluctantly slipping into the bathroom.
A thought struck me, and I quietly went into the bedroom and opened the door...
The bedroom is very large, nearly 100 square meters. I have never lived in such a large bedroom before.
The first thing that caught my eye was a huge bed! It was really big! Judging by its size, at least four or five people could lie down side by side on it!
Such a large bed is undoubtedly a perfect place for "misbehaving".
But what truly moves me is the person lying in bed right now!
A girl with disheveled hair lay quietly on the bed, obscuring most of her snow-white face. She was dressed in a snow-white shirt and had a soft silk quilt draped over her. However, one corner of the quilt had been lifted, exposing her long legs to the air. One of her legs was curled up, forming a beautiful arc that made my breath quicken...
She was still fast asleep, breathing steadily, one little hand tightly gripping the corner of the sheet, her face seemingly carrying a hint of worry, as if she were dreaming of something unhappy.
I slowly walked to the bedside, sat down gently, leaned down and carefully observed her for a few seconds. After confirming that she was the other twin, a smile appeared on my face.
Her sleeping posture was alluring; the hem of her shirt was slightly rolled up, revealing even her white cotton panties underneath. She exuded a sweet, youthful scent, and my fingers couldn't resist resting on her calves, then gently sliding upwards…
I noticed that wherever my fingers touched, tiny blushes appeared on her skin. In her sleep, the girl seemed to unconsciously twist her legs, then suddenly leaned closer to me, her hands seemingly unconsciously hugging my legs, and she let out a soft humming sound before continuing her sweet sleep.
I admired her long legs to my heart's content, then my fingers continued upwards, tracing the inner edge of her thighs before stopping.
Her underwear was white, cotton, and a slightly outdated style, but on a girl her age, it actually accentuated a strange charm. Especially the small, delicate navel below her abdomen, the girl's flat, smooth stomach, and… and… the slight bulge beneath the underwear, the subtle outline of her curves barely visible beneath the fabric…
I can feel my heart racing!
Just as my hand was about to slip gently inside the edge of her panties, the girl suddenly trembled, her eyes snapped open, and she stared at me in terror. She covered her mouth with one hand, seemingly trying her best to suppress a sound.
I instinctively withdrew my hand, looked at her, and then gave an awkward smile.
"You..." The girl pursed her lips, rubbed her eyes hard, and blushed. Then, the fear in her eyes gradually disappeared, and finally she spoke in a voice so low it was almost a mosquito's buzz: "Sir... you're back?"