Leaving

Among the countless rosy dreams Zhang Tie had fantasized about involving Teacher Daina, this scene had appeared many times—an extravagant restaurant... snow-white tablecloths... burning candles... dim, suggestive lighting... Teacher Daina in a sexy dress, her pale breasts half-exposed, sitting at the other end of the table and gazing at him tenderly. Every time he placed food from his knife and fork between her parted lips, she would tease him...

Those dreams always began with a meal, but never ended when the meal was over.

Zhang Tie had once thought such dreams were nothing more than fantasies in his head, things that could never come true. Yet now, when this familiar dream appeared before his eyes, he was briefly dazed.

The one seated at the other end of the table was not Teacher Daina, but Olina, who looked very much like her.

At this moment, Olina was dressed exactly like a noblewoman attending a high-society banquet. Her red hair had been arranged in an exquisite updo, adorned with a gorgeous diamond hairpin that made her appear elegant and noble. She wore a beautiful blue evening gown patterned with purple designs, clinging tightly to her body and outlining, inch by inch, the graceful, voluptuous figure of a mature woman.

Especially when she stood up, the gown's deep, firm U-shaped neckline seemed to Zhang Tie like a bottomless trench called the gulf of desire—mysterious, alluring, capable of stirring endless urges to explore, yet carrying a trace of unknown danger.

Olina had put on makeup—beautiful, refined evening makeup. It made her seem even more graceful and sensual, every inch the proper noblewoman.

Zhang Tie had not felt so impulsive in a long time. Yet when a beautiful maid beside Olina led him into the dining room, a fire had started burning in his heart