"There are more to come, " Zayn tempted with a grin. "After you leave this place today, you won't think that woman's any good anymore."
"You mean Carla?" When Carla's face appeared in Lucas' mind, he suddenly felt as if he was making a mistake by coming here. "I still think she's great. If she finds out I've been here, I'm sure she'll be upset. Forget it. I'm going back."
With that, Lucas spun around and was about to leave when a pretty woman in a sexy cat-themed attire crashed into his arms. She whispered, "Hey there, handsome. Where are you going?"
Lucas' eyes widened instantly as his gaze trailed from her collarbone and downward. When he saw her bosoms, his eyes widened further, and blood began streaming down his nose.
"Pft!" The young woman giggled as she covered her mouth. "Oh my, maybe some wine will freeze that nosebleed of yours."
With that said, the young woman then motioned for the other women to lead Lucas into Zayn's private room.
"Sir Lucas reminds me of the first time I was here at Stifling Night, " Benard sighed. "Like him, I was so shy and uncomfortable. But later on, you doomed me."
Glaring at Zayn gloomily, he complained, "Now I'm completely unfazed by everything."
"Isn't that good? You've developed an immunity to it." Zayn grinned. "Although you frequent this place, you're still a virgin. That must be tough."
"Mr. Giblo, h-how can you—" Benard blushed.
Zayn's grin widened before he walked into the room.
Bugara, who was beside Benard, inquired, "Benard, are you really a virgin?"
"Shut it!" Benard glared daggers at him. "Out of everything you learn, why are you learning how to gossip?"
Bugara stood transfixed as he watched Benard entered the room. When two girls dressed in bunny outfits came close to the latter, he skillfully maneuvered his way around them, completely unperturbed by their advances.
At the sight of that, Bugara found his respect for the other man growing.
Now, Benard was his role model.
I have to be principled and incorruptible like him!
In the VVIP room was a sight of an indulgent lifestyle.
There were all kinds of hostesses—from bunny girls to mature, sexy women.
By now, Lucas had already lost himself to this paradise. As a group of gorgeous women surrounded him on the couch and fed him wine and gapes, Benard averted his eyes away from him.
Lucas was like a prisoner caught in between his desires and morals. His fingers sunk into the leather couch as he struggled with all his might in his heart.
"Don't… pin me down. Get down from me— Hey, don't unbuckle my belt! Stop touching my thigh! Ah! Don't sit on me! Zayn, save me!"
It was difficult for Lucas to speak the local language, and he was struggling both mentally and physically.
As Zayn gazed at the pleading Lucas, he realized the latter had teary eyes and a miserable look.
Restraining himself from laughing, Zayn then made a gesture.
Instantly, Benard and Bugara got rid of the young women, who were swift to make themselves scarce. Within seconds, the room was quiet again.
Lucas lay slumped on the couch as he wiped the sweat beading on his forehead. Even after minutes of taking deep breaths, he still could not recollect himself.
"Are you okay?" Zayn glanced at the other man's reaction before glancing at the bulge between his thighs.
"I-I'm fine." Lucas hurriedly grabbed a pillow to cover his front. "Those girls are ferocious."
"You don't like it?" Zayn intentionally asked. "Then I won't ask them to enter anymore. Let's drink instead."
"No, no. That's not it, " Lucas hastily explained. "It's tough for them to work this job. We should support them as much as we can."
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