The first person to see me was Aze. I also saw Mu Tou and Qiao Qiao playing pool, with a dozen beer bottles on a table next to them.
Aze, Mutou, and Qiaoqiao are all my good friends; you could say they are my best friends in this city.
Aze was wearing a dirty T-shirt with Che Guevara's image on it, his hair was messy, and his face looked like it was covered in paint, but his face was very handsome. He looked like a handsome young man from a Japanese or Korean drama. Only we knew that Aze was already twenty-five years old, long past the age of "boy".
This guy graduated from art school, majoring in fine arts, and he's the most scoundrel among us. Judging from his appearance, he seems like the kind of handsome, innocent young man, but we all know he's a lecherous scoundrel, and the number of women who have died at his hands is as numerous as the stars in the sky…
There was no way around it; his appearance was simply too deceptive: melancholic eyes, a handsome face that was almost effeminate, and the occasional innocent, shy smile...
Add to that his identity as a painter... that's enough to make wave after wave of girls throw themselves at him, like moths to a flame!
I even know that many wealthy women like Aze's type, and some have actually tried to take him under their wing, offering very high prices to be his mistress. But he has firmly refused them all.
It's not that Aze is great, nor that he doesn't like money...
His answer was: Even if you're looking for a rich woman, it's best to find one who has a terminal illness... Take good care of her, and then coax her into writing your name as the beneficiary in her will... That way you can solve the problem once and for all!
Aze is incredibly lecherous, not just any ordinary lecher. Once, we were chatting about our life goals. Aze said he had two grand ambitions for his life:
His first wish was that one day after he died, his paintings would sell for ten million US dollars at Sotheby's.
When he expressed this wish, he looked at us with deep affection and said firmly, "Don't worry, before I die, I will definitely give each of you two of my paintings!"
As for Aze's second wish, he said, "I must sleep with a thousand beautiful women in this lifetime! That way, when I die one day, these women will come to mourn me. Just imagine... a thousand stunning beauties walking in front of the funeral hall, sometimes in an S-shape, sometimes in a B-shape..."
Seeing me from afar, Aze had already run over. Looking at my head, he let out a malicious laugh: "Xiao Wu! How come your head has been blessed?" After saying that, he deliberately reached out and touched the shaved part in the middle of my head, praising: "Good job, really well done. Which hairdresser did it? Introduce me."
I kicked him, walked to the pool table, picked up a bottle of beer and chugged it down in one go, then breathed a sigh of relief with immense satisfaction.
Aze also came over, this time without a smile, and said seriously, "What happened to you? With your skills, who could hurt you like this?"
I rolled my eyes and gritted my teeth, saying, "Nobody hurt me. I just tripped and fell on the street."
At this moment, Mu Tou walked over to me, reached out and patted my head, then said in a slow and confident tone, "It wasn't from a fall, I can tell."
I almost forgot, Wood is a surgeon.
Mu Tou's real surname is Mu, but we all agree that the nickname "Mu Tou" is definitely the one that best reflects his personality.
True to his name, Mu Tou was a very stubborn person. I wonder if medical schools specialize in producing such oddballs. His scalpel skills were absolutely phenomenal; he was originally the top surgeon in his medical school… However, because he was so dense and lacked interpersonal skills—he neither knew how to flatter superiors nor how to build relationships with colleagues—he was demoted from a city-level hospital to a district-level hospital in less than two years, and then, less than two years later, from the district-level hospital to a small community clinic…
Besides, his stubbornness also manifests in his approach to love. Undoubtedly, someone like him would find it difficult to win a girl's heart.
Of course, there were also unexpected things. It seems that in medical school, there happened to be a girl who fell in love with this aloof and eccentric senior. She probably thought that this kind of man was very different, and had an indescribable "coolness," so she gave herself to him.
Woody didn't refuse any offers. Anyway, he was at the age where he should lose his virginity, and he didn't mind such a good thing being offered to him. Besides, the junior sister was quite pretty and charming.
As a result, the two started living together.
On the first night, we ate steamed buns for dinner.
The next evening, they ate steamed buns for dinner again.
On the third evening, it was steamed buns again. The junior female student, also from the north, didn't mind eating wheat-based foods, but wanted a change, so she suggested flatbread… Without a word, Mu Tou took the steamed buns back to the kitchen. Curious, the junior female student followed to see what was happening, only to find Mu Tou holding a rolling pin, diligently flattening the steamed buns…
On the fourth night, it was steamed buns again! The junior sister said she wanted noodles. So, Wood picked up the steamed buns and went back to the kitchen. This time, he took a cleaver and carefully cut the buns into strips…
On the fifth night, it was steamed buns again… My junior sister couldn't take it anymore and said she wanted a hamburger. I thought, fine, no candlelight dinner? Going out for KFC wouldn't be bad either. But without a word, Wood took the steamed bun into the kitchen, cut it open, and then stuffed two pieces of greens and a piece of pork belly in the middle…
On the sixth day... on the sixth day, the two broke up.
This was Wood's first love, and also his only romantic relationship.
Ignoring my pale face from the pain, he lifted the gauze off my head, glanced at it, then took the beer bottle from my hand and said indifferently, "Don't drink alcohol for three days because of your injury."
His tone was full of certainty and left no room for doubt.
I can disregard my own health, but I can't refuse a friend's kindness. Just as I was feeling down, a soft body sat in my lap. Qiao Qiao looked at me with a smile, extended a finger, and lightly lifted my chin, laughing in a sweet and seductive voice, "Oh dear, my little brother Wu, how did you get hurt like this? It breaks my heart to see you like this..."
I slapped away her fingers that were lifting my chin, but Qiaoqiao still wouldn't let me go. She pinched my cheek and laughed unrestrainedly, "Come on, give this grandpa a smile."
Me: "◎!＃％￥％……"
Speaking of Qiaoqiao, she was the only girl in our group, and was known as the female bandit.
Qiaoqiao is a beauty, and a truly stunning one at that—the kind of beauty that's undeniable. She's only 160 centimeters tall, not particularly tall, but her legs make up two-thirds of her height! Such proportions are undeniably "demonic."
What's even more irresistible is that this girl is very clear about her advantages, so she usually likes to wear short skirts to fully show off her long, straight, and shapely legs.
Qiaoqiao has a very alluring appearance, all thanks to her eyes. Her eyes are long and narrow, with the corners slightly upturned. Such eyes are very seductive when she looks at people, so most of the time, it seems like she is constantly giving people flirtatious glances.
Qiaoqiao was just as alluring tonight. She wore a super short leather skirt, the kind that was very tight. The thin leather skirt clung tightly to her body, fully displaying the contours of her round buttocks... and the length of the skirt was just too short, barely enough to cover her buttocks. Coupled with her pair of long, straight legs, it was enough to attract the attention of most of the men around her.
She was wearing a tight-fitting green tank top, very low-cut, with a large opening in the front... Qiaoqiao's breasts weren't very big, but they were very beautiful. Based on the keen observation skills we men had developed from watching countless pornographic films, she was the kind of "bamboo shoot shape" that was absolutely rare and hard to come by!
At this moment, with her incredibly close-fitting camisole, a white cleavage was squeezed out of her chest, and to make matters worse, she seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally pressing her breasts against my arm...
Of course, I didn't show the slightest hint of infatuation on my face.
Because only a few of us know Qiaoqiao's secret...
Jojo doesn't like men; she's a lesbian.
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It's such a waste of resources that such a stunningly beautiful woman is a lesbian. Beauty is Qiaoqiao's asset, but it has also brought her a lot of trouble.
In her words, she rarely makes truly good friends. Especially men; generally speaking, an average man will feel sexually aroused if he gets close to her for more than three minutes. Therefore, most men who approach her often have ulterior motives.
On the women's side...it's quite the opposite. If a woman is exceptionally outstanding, then it's often Qiaoqiao who ends up with ill intentions...
Therefore, Qiaoqiao doesn't have many friends, only me, Aze, and Mutou.
Aze doesn't covet Qiaoqiao's beauty because he has too many women and doesn't lack them.
As for Mu Tou, basically, given his personality, let alone homosexuality, even necrophilia would probably hardly cause him any emotional fluctuations.
As for me, I always believe that everyone in this world has the right to choose their own way of life. No one has the right to interfere in another person's private life, as long as it doesn't affect them!
Qiaoqiao is just a lesbian; she hasn't committed murder or arson, nor has she affected social stability. To put it bluntly: it's none of your business if she's gay!
Having probably teased me enough, Qiaoqiao jumped off my lap, then, with a swaying waist, gently lifted her cue and went back to the table to continue her battle with Aze.
I noticed that when Qiaoqiao jumped off my lap, several envious glances were shot at me from the side.
Damn, what's there to be jealous of...
If people knew that Qiaoqiao was a feisty woman that no man should ever touch, then probably no one would be jealous of my good fortune with women.
One thing Qiao Qiao often likes to do is pick up girls in bars... For a man, this is absolutely an outrageous hobby!
Why?
Damn it, think about it yourself! Is there anything more despicable than stealing business like this? There aren't many decent girls in the bar to begin with, so a bunch of guys have to fight tooth and nail, use all their skills, go through fierce competition, and be wary of all sorts of open and hidden attacks. They have to go through countless hardships to break through the encirclement!
But Qiaoqiao is different; she can maximize her gender advantage! First of all, girls will have a basic psychological wariness when a strange man approaches them... but if the person approaching them is a very beautiful girl, then this wariness will be much less.
Secondly... she can use the advantages of being of the same sex to intentionally or unintentionally get closer to her prey. It's even common for girls to put their arms around each other's shoulders and hug each other... In this respect, we men can only stare helplessly.
Finally... when we men have gone to great lengths to get a girl half-drunk, she'll often excuse herself to go to the restroom to touch up her makeup... At this point, Qiaoqiao can legitimately follow her in, while we can only stare helplessly once again...
Qiaoqiao is incredibly skilled; her success rate in picking up girls is second only to a womanizer like Aze. Besides the reasons mentioned above, there's another crucial factor: the girls who frequent bars are generally open-minded, enjoy nightclubs, are willing to have fun, crave excitement, and are open to new and exciting experiences. While not all girls are lesbians, many young women wouldn't mind having a one-night stand with a beautiful woman like Qiaoqiao, just to experience what it's like to play a same-sex game with a beautiful woman…
If there's anything more infuriating than having your dream girl snatched away by someone else, it's this: the one who steals your beautiful girl is another woman!
Bang!
Jojo picked up her cue, took a good shot, whistled, and attracted the attention of the many wolves around her. Jojo's cue-holding posture was very standard, the kind that looked comfortable. She supported herself on the table with her left hand, her long hair cascading over her left shoulder. She studied the trajectory of the ball, then bent down, her left hand lightly pressing on the green table, her right elbow gently holding the cue at a 90-degree angle. Sometimes she would stand up and tuck a stray hair back behind her right ear before bending down to strike the ball.
Especially... when she bends down to hit the ball, her low-cut tank top completely reveals her ample bosom, its rounded shape, combined with the natural effect of gravity when bending over... if you were standing directly in front of her at that moment...
Furthermore, when she bends over, her pert buttocks accentuate her figure to its most perfect state, coupled with her two long, intertwined legs... I can already see many men around the venue swallowing their saliva.
Qiao Qiao was already quite skilled, and with her constant use of seductive tricks to confuse her opponent, Aze was completely outmatched after just one game.
After pocketing the last ball, Qiao Qiao tossed her hair gracefully and gave Aze a flirtatious wink: "Darling, you lost. You're buying drinks tonight."
Aze is a typical playboy, skilled in all sorts of entertainment—drinking, singing, dancing, picking up girls, racing cars, playing ball, playing dice—he's an expert at everything, except for pool, where he's no match for Qiaoqiao. However, he's willing to spend money and doesn't care about losing; his family is wealthy. I know Aze's family has expanded their business overseas in recent years, and his father is currently in the United States, sending him a large sum of US dollars every month.
However, Aze is very lazy. In his words, he is only interested in having fun. He also said that his greatest purpose in coming to this world is to squander the vast fortune his father earned.
Although saying this might make him seem like a spendthrift... deep down, I'm actually quite envious of him.
Leaving Qiaoqiao, who was still counting her money, Aze stood up and walked towards a glamorous and sexy girl at the bar in the distance.
After chatting with Qiaoqiao for a while, sure enough, Aze whistled at us from afar, snapped his fingers, and walked out of the bar with one arm around the tall girl.
I know that Aze will probably be having another romantic night tonight.
I had a head injury, and Mu Tou wouldn't let me drink, which made me feel really bored. Watching Qiao Qiao and Mu Tou drinking one glass after another, I finally couldn't stand being left out of the game, so I asked to join in.
Our game was guessing dice, but they wouldn't let me drink, so I offered to play against Qiaoqiao instead of Wood. If I lost, Wood would drink in my place.
Wood doesn't care; he's the kind of guy who's indifferent to everything... The phrase "unperturbed by honor or disgrace" perfectly describes someone like him.
Qiaoqiao didn't mind, so we started betting.
Qiaoqiao must have been really lucky with her betting tonight, because I lost over a dozen rounds in a row. Watching Mu Tou down several bottles of beer in one go, I felt a little guilty.
Qiaoqiao, beaming with pride, suddenly exclaimed, "No way! You only get wood punished for losing, that's too lenient on you!"
I spread my hands: "I can't drink alcohol."
"I won't let you drink." Qiao Qiao's eyes darted around, and she chuckled, "This next round we'll decide the winner in one go! If I win, I want to see your underwear! Go take it off and let us see it right here!"
"Fine!" I retorted without backing down. "If you lose, I'll make you take off your bra!"
We clapped our hands and made it a deal.
For some reason, I had a sudden thought, and then I quietly took the ring out of my pocket, put it under the table, and secretly slipped it onto the middle finger of my left hand.
The rules we're playing aren't the kind of dice games you see in bars, but more like a casino game where you guess high or low.
Three dice are rolled. After the roll, both players bet on "big" or "small". If the sum of the three dice is greater than ten, it's considered "big".
Conversely, if the sum of the three dice is less than ten, then it's a small number.
Our bet attracted a lot of attention, and even Mu Tou's eyes showed a hint of a smile.
After some shouting, we rolled the dice. Qiaoqiao bet on small, so I naturally bet on big.
Amid cheers from the surrounding pack of wolves, the dice cup was overturned, revealing three sixes!
"Oh!!! Take off your bra! Take off your bra!!!" The pack of wolves was excited! Many of them were staring at Qiao Qiao's chest with ill intent.