Early the next morning, Yang Haoran and Yaoyao pretended to head to school. As they approached the bus stop, Yang Haoran had already booked a ride-hailing car in advance.
At the bus stop, Yang Haoran and Yaoyao waited for the taxi to arrive. A few office workers were also waiting nearby. Yaoyao was dressed quite innocently and attractively today, drawing their covert glances.
Yang Mengyao, with her graceful height of one hundred and sixty centimeters, stood beside Yang Haoran. Her lustrous hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her face exuded the natural, fresh purity characteristic of a student who wore no makeup.
Her flawless, oval-shaped face featured delicate, finely arched eyebrows and long, crescent-shaped eyelashes that trembled slightly, giving her a pitifully charming appearance. Her large, sparkling eyes were dark and profound. Beneath her exquisite, sculpted nose were thin, delicate lips as vibrant and enticing as ripe cherries, a truly feast-for-the-eyes sight.
Following her snow-white, swan-like neck downward, her upper body was clad in an academic-style, off-white short-sleeved shirt. The adorable cartoon pattern printed over her prominently full, voluptuous breasts lent her an innocent, kawaii schoolgirl vibe. Yet, the disproportionately large bust for her age not only captured everyone’s attention but also added a pure yet sensual allure to her innocent demeanor, inevitably stirring impure thoughts in onlookers.
Below her slender, cinched waist was a red-and-white checkered mini skirt. The skirt revealed a section of her pale, tender thighs, and a pair of sheer, translucent white knee-high socks sheathed her long, well-proportioned legs. Under the soft morning light, her smooth, fair skin glowed with a lustrous and enticing sheen. On her feet, she wore a pair of white sneakers.
“Yaoyao, come to my right side.”
After speaking, Yang Haoran pulled Yaoyao to stand behind him, blocking those unmistakable gazes from the men. Particularly one young man who seemed drowsy from staying up late—his eyes, marked by dark circles, noticeably brightened when staring at Yaoyao.
Once their view was blocked, they felt somewhat disappointed. Assuming Yang Haoran was the girl’s boyfriend, they shot him several looks of envy and resentment, lamenting how such a choice cabbage had been rooted by a pig. This girl was clearly a top-tier student, especially with those large breasts—she would be even more exhilarating to play with.
After waiting two or three minutes, the bus still hadn’t arrived, but the taxi Yang Haoran had called pulled up first. Yang Haoran glanced at the license plate to confirm it was correct, then pulled Yaoyao along and opened the rear door for her to get in first before following her inside.
The taxi driver was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with an ordinary appearance and a weary expression. Dressed in casual attire, he glanced at Yang Haoran and Yang Mengyao, who clearly looked like students. When his eyes fell on Yaoyao in the back seat—her innocent, pretty face and full, perky breasts—he couldn’t help but swallow hard, feeling some of his overnight fatigue dissipate. With a gleam in his eyes, he spoke up, “The destination is Oriental Passion, right?”
Oriental Passion was the name of the love hotel Yang Haoran had booked.
The taxi driver had originally been about to end his shift but decided to take this job after seeing the destination.
As a night-shift driver, he was familiar with various nighttime entertainment venues and hotels. He remembered that Oriental Passion was a love hotel known for its wild and adventurous themes. So, he was quite surprised to see Yang Haoran and Yang Mengyao, who appeared to be students, getting into his car.
“First, go to this address to pick someone up. I’ll give you an extra fifty for the fare.”
Yang Haoran showed the address on his phone to the driver. Seeing that the address wasn’t far, the driver readily agreed.
“Are you two a couple?”
After the car started moving, the driver struck up a casual conversation.
Yang Haoran and Yaoyao exchanged a glance. Yaoyao clearly seemed shy, so he vaguely brushed off the question: “You could say that.”
Hearing this ambiguous answer, the taxi driver grew even more certain of a certain suspicion in his mind. He continued chatting familiarly with Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran really didn’t want any complications and wondered why this driver was so nosy. He responded half-heartedly while inwardly feeling impatient.
Noticing Yang Haoran’s lack of interest in conversation, the taxi driver didn’t press further.
As a night-shift driver, he occasionally indulged in various entertainment venues to satisfy his physical needs. Seeing Yang Haoran and Yang Mengyao’s destination, he suspected Yang Mengyao was a high-quality student escort. Even though he was accustomed to seeing all kinds of women, he couldn’t help but feel stirred.
Originally, he had wanted to chat with Yang Haoran to get familiar and then ask about prices and exchange contact information. But since Yang Haoran wasn’t very responsive, and he wasn’t entirely sure, he temporarily set the idea aside.
The taxi drove for over ten minutes before arriving at an apartment.
Xiao Shaowan stood gracefully by the street next to the apartment, with a pink suitcase beside her, looking as though she were about to go on a trip.
She wore a classic JK uniform: a well-fitted white blouse on top with a bright red tie at the collar, and a dark blue pleated skirt below. Her long, slender legs were sheathed in black stockings, and she wore a pair of sneakers on her feet.
As the breeze blew, her beautiful face framed by flowing hair made for a captivating figure.
“Is that her?”
The taxi driver glanced at Xiao Shaowan. Her youthful, vibrant outfit, paired with her pretty face and an unconsciously aloof aura, made him swallow hard with difficulty. His spirits instantly lifted, and the thoughts he had suppressed earlier began to stir again.
He was now completely certain of his suspicions and pondered how to ask for their contact information. The quality was simply too high—spending a night with them and fucking multiple rounds would be ecstasy.
He guessed these two girls were genuine students, which was how this boy of similar age had access to them.
While the taxi driver’s mind wandered, Yang Haoran got out to help Xiao Shaowan load her suitcase into the trunk.
He then had Xiao Shaowan get in to sit with Yaoyao. The back seat could fit three people, but it was a bit cramped, so Yang Haoran moved to sit in the passenger seat.
As the car stopped at an intersection waiting for the traffic light, Yang Haoran’s thoughts drifted. Suddenly, he heard the driver beside him cough a few times. When he turned to look, the taxi driver wore a grinning face, winking and saying, “Young man, youth is wonderful. Calling two at once—if it were me, I wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
Yang Haoran: “…”
Seeing Yang Haoran’s constipated expression, the taxi driver felt he had guessed right. Leaning in familiarly, he lowered his voice: “How much for the two of them? Give me their contact info, and I’ll give you a twenty percent discount on this ride.”
Yang Haoran: “…”
“Young man, don’t be shy. I can always ask them directly.”
The taxi driver raised his eyebrows with an expression all men would understand. “These two are top-tier, but I also know some places with good quality—elite office ladies, mature women, and so on. Tell me their contact info, and next time, big bro will take you to experience it.”