Li Dongze was so frantic it was as if he feared his parents had given him one leg too few. His feet flew around the corner until he swiped his card and entered one of the many private rooms, finally letting out a sigh of relief. His forehead was already covered in sweat. The experience of serving Sister Hong was nothing short of a nightmare; even now, the occasional recollection made him want to vomit. Yet, it was precisely that experience which had secured him his position as client manager.
Inside the room, bathed in the ambiguous glow of neon lights, a petite girl was completely naked. Her delicate body was pale and smooth. An iron collar around her neck was chained to the leg of a table. Seemingly hearing the sound of the door opening, the trembling girl softly called out “Master,” then slowly raised her head, revealing a quiet and delicate face!
If Zhou Shiwen and Yang Haoran were to witness this scene, their eyes would surely widen in disbelief, because… she was the quiet, well-behaved girl from their classโthe one who had explicitly told Zhou Shiwen she was a virgin, that her precious first time should be saved for marriage, Yang Mengyao’s deskmate, Zhou Shiwen’s girlfriendโWen Ting!
(For details, refer to Chapter 90)
Li Dongze took off his pants and, with his erect cock in hand, walked over to Wen Ting. He stroked her hair. Wen Ting knelt on the floor and actively took his meaty root into her mouth, sucking on it. The lewd, squelching sounds filled the air; she seemed quite skilled. A look of pleasure spread across Li Dongze’s face. After letting her continue the blowjob for a while, he patted her quiet, delicate cheek. Wen Ting, as if receiving some signal, released his meat root from her mouth.
“How are things going with your boyfriend?” Li Dongze asked.
“He wants to take me to meet his mother,” Wen Ting replied, her voice trembling slightly with fear of the man before her.
Hearing this news, Li Dongze’s face lit up with joy. “The day after tomorrow, dress up nicely and go meet his mother. Remember to behave yourself and be obedient,” he said with satisfaction.
“Don’t let him fuck you. You can give him a little taste now and then.”
This was a backup plan in his scheme. The situation with Liu Ruoxi was proving troublesome; her cold, piercing stare seemed to see right through him, sending chills down his spine. He had already gathered information on his backup target, Shen Qing: divorced, with a son, and her enchanting, alluring charm equally captivated him.
Through his information gathering, Li Dongze had learned that Wen Ting was liked by Shen Qing’s son and was also the deskmate of Liu Ruoxi’s daughter. Before their school’s midterm exams, he had used despicable means to successfully get to her, taking advantage of her weak and submissive nature. Once he had leverage over her, she complied obediently.
Li Dongze had Wen Ting agree to Zhou Shiwen’s pursuit, planning to use her identity as a distant relative to get close to the family. This was because, from his inquiries, he knew Shen Qing was very much a homebody, rarely going out.
Furthermore, compared to Liu Ruoxi’s situation, Shen Qing’s status as single made him think she would be an easier target. He could tell that Shen Qing would be a slut in bed. As long as he created an opportunity to actively engage with her, he was confident enough that he could seduce her, gaining both wealth and carnal pleasure.
The primary target was still Liu Ruoxi mainly because Li Dongze couldn’t forget her. Her noble and cold temperament, her breathtakingly beautiful face, and her hot, sexy figureโall of these haunted his dreams.
In this underground den of debauchery, there were many women, and quite a few were beautiful. But people are afraid of comparison; green leaves only serve to set off the flower.
If Liu Ruoxi was an unattainable flower on a high peak, then Shen Qing was a captivating and enchanting datura flower. Li Dongze was determined to have one of them!
Actually, Yunman Hot Springs had no shortage of wealthy female clients. For example, Sister Hongโit was a long storyโand others had S&M preferences, using steel wool brushes and so on. Merely coming into contact with them made his legs tremble.
He simply wanted to have both wealth and sensual pleasure. Sister Hong had given him a psychological shadow towards wealthy women who were not attractive.
Soon, the room was filled with obscene, squelching sounds… lewd noises…
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The elevator stopped on the sixth floor. Yang Haoran followed his mother out of the elevator and, after walking down the corridor, entered hot spring private room 602.
He had seen the floor guide before the sixth floor; it was the hot spring area, and there was also one on the first floor.
The room was decorated with an atmosphere of romance and elegance. Before the wide floor-to-ceiling window was a misty, steamy oval hot spring pool. The pool itself was over twenty square meters in size. Red rose petals covered the clear, bottomless water. The swirling mist was dreamlike and illusory, and under the shimmering reflection of the water’s surface, it wasๅฎๅฆไปๅข (like a fairyland).
“Mom, aren’t hot springs supposed to be on the ground?” Yang Haoran asked, puzzled by the sight. This couldn’t just be hot water, could it? He walked to the edge of the pool, crouched down, and dipped his hand into the water. A warm current gently enveloped his fingers, the warmth gradually spreading from his fingertips to his entire hand. It felt as if countless tiny bubbles were softly bursting against his skin, bringing with it a slight tickling sensation.
As his hand sank deeper into the water, the change in temperature brought about a penetration from the outside in, as if a warm current was slowly infusing into his body, dispelling the stiffness in his hand.
The hot spring water felt slick and warm, as if it contained some kind of lubricant, making the skin on Yang Haoran’s hand feel exceptionally soft and comfortable within the water.
As he gently moved his hand through the water, he could feel the slight friction of the mineral particles in the hot spring water against the surface of his skinโa sensation that was both stimulating and comfortable.
Liu Ruoxi’s gaze swept around the hot spring room, as if she was checking for something. Hearing her son’s question, she replied without looking up, “It’s pumped up from the ground hot spring. There’s a complete circulation system. What’s so strange about that?”
She was checking for hidden cameras. Fortunately, the system scan revealed none.
Hearing his mother’s explanation, Yang Haoran looked up at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window. From here, he could just see the coconut grove they had passed when arriving on the island. The beautiful scenery, paired with the undulating azure sea and the clouds in the sky, blended together perfectly. His current mood could be described as follows:
Sea and sky merge seamlessly without a border,
Azure waves ripple, reflecting the clear sky.
Clouds roll and unfold, dancing at will,
The breeze caresses my face, my heart at ease.
However, before Yang Haoran could enjoy the view for more than a few seconds, Liu Ruoxi, finished inspecting the room, produced a remote control from somewhere and pointed it at the window. The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window slowly descended, blocking the view outside.
“Mom, why did you close it?” Yang Haoran turned to look at Liu Ruoxi, noticing a faint blush had silently spread across her stunningly beautiful cheeks. Their eyes met, and then he suddenly realized something. There’s only one hot spring pool here. Could it be that mother and son are going to bathe together?
Liu Ruoxi clearly knew what her son was thinking and cut off his fantasy first: “I booked room 603 next door for you.”
“Oh!” Yang Haoran was somewhat disappointed, but his mother’s next words turned his sorrow into joy.
“However, if you want to join Mom, that’s fine too!”
Yang Haoran gazed at his mother, who maintained her composure while saying such suggestive words. His mind raced, forming a guess. He saidๆฎทๅค (obsequiously/enthusiastically), “Mother, then I shall stay and soak in the hot spring with you. This humble one will give you a massage.”
He no longer concerned himself with the matter of the curtains.
“Mm,” Liu Ruoxi maintained her calm demeanor, though her gorgeous cheeks were slightly flushed. She said in a steady voice, “You can change your clothes here. Mom will go change in the back.”