Su Ke felt his legs growing weaker and weaker. His body was constantly jostled by the ample breasts of a crowd of beautiful women, leaving him unable to say a word. The alluring scents of their perfumes filled his nostrils like a shot of adrenaline, making his breathing quicken.
I'm done for! Are these women going to gang-rape me right here? Su Ke had never seen anything like this. Before his eyes, a crowd of women had turned into a pack of sex fiends. Was he really going to fall victim to them? Could a pure, innocent virgin like him actually handle this?
The more Su Ke thought about it, the more nervous he became. He even completely missed the Flower Picking System's notification that he had completed the task.
"Hey, hey! That's enough, you know. You're having way too much fun feeling him up. Don't scare my little pretty boy!" Luo Feiyan's voice finally rang out. Her slightly husky tone was irresistibly alluring, with a hint of sultriness.
Thanks to Luo Feiyan's intervention, Su Ke finally escaped the circle of women wearing face masks with his life. He stood there, blushing furiously. The women's warmth seemed to linger on his body, and he was so flustered that he had no idea what to say.
"We haven't even done anything yet, and you're already jealous, Feiyan? Little pretty boy, how about you get a room with me later? You can quit this job. I'll keep you!"
Su Ke jumped. He looked up at the woman in front of him. She was voluptuous, with two ample mounds swelling beneath her chest. She wore a dazzling white batwing top woven with silver threads, and the skin exposed at her chest and arms was snow-white. Though her face was covered with a mask, her features alone were enough to mark her as a beauty.
His face burning, Su Ke swallowed hard. Beneath the woman's white, silver-threaded top, she was wearing a pure black bra. The stark contrast was intensely alluring.
"Uh!" Su Ke swallowed again. He could make out even the lace trim on her black bra. His gaze drifted involuntarily to her full breasts. After a tense glance, he quickly shifted his eyes toward Luo Feiyan.
"Good grief!" One look was all it took to set Su Ke's heart racing again. Luo Feiyan looked completely different from before. Her wine-red curls were tied into a side ponytail, giving her a playful air. Her tight black cotton tank top clung to her figure, and she wore a pair of bright red hot pants. Her long, sexy legs were fair and slender, but not scrawny.
Compared to those long, fair legs, her smoky red hot pants seemed almost nonexistent, covering little more than the tops of her thighs. Su Ke felt a rush of heat surging through him, some of it even shooting down toward his lower abdomen. He quickly lowered his gaze to the floor.
"Haha, Sister Yan, look at your little pretty boy. His face is all red! A pure-hearted young man like him is totally my type!" Su Ke didn't dare look up, but from the voice, it sounded like someone else had joined in.
"Shoo, shoo! You sex fiends are all worked up. Don't even think about getting your hands on our Su Ke. Listen up, our Su Ke is for looking at, not touching. I'll let it slide this time, but if you get all lovesick again, I'll have my Su Ke devour every last one of you!"
Luo Feiyan giggled and pointed at the women in front of her. They immediately burst into laughter again.
"Sister Yan, have you already eaten up the little pretty boy?"
"That's right, Sister Yan. How was he? Tell us all about it!"
"Exactly! Feiyan, did you take any pictures? Show your sisters so we can enjoy them too!"
The women all chimed in, and the more Su Ke listened, the more frustrated he became. This was blatant slander! These sex fiends had no humanity. He was a genuine, certified pure-hearted virgin, yet they were making him sound like some kind of bedroom expert!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Su Ke really wanted to grab a whip, make all the women lie face down on the bed, and give each of them a spanking. You dare slander me! You dare tease me!
"Alright, alright. Everyone, go lie down on your beds!" Luo Feiyan clapped twice, putting a stop to the women's teasing.
"Lie down? On the bed?" Still dazed, Su Ke froze at Luo Feiyan's words. When had his boss become so considerate? He'd only imagined it just now, and she was already helping him make it happen. Was this what people meant by being of one mind?
But he really had only been thinking about it!
"Uh, Boss, Sister Yan, I—" Su Ke lifted his head, looking utterly righteous. He would never spank them with a whip. But when he saw all the women in face masks heading for their respective beauty beds, he swallowed the words he'd been about to say.
Should I spank them or not? That is the question! Su Ke struggled with indecision. Should he, as a man, let bygones be bygones and forgive them for teasing him, or should he give them a light punishment to teach them a lesson?
"Don't mind them. They're all born sex fiends!" Luo Feiyan winked at Su Ke, then turned and walked toward her own private beauty bed. As she went, she said, "Show them what you can do. Let them see your piano skills, little pretty boy!"
Su Ke watched Luo Feiyan's retreating figure. Her bottom swayed from side to side beneath her hot pants, drawing the eye, while her long, fair legs seemed to gleam. As she walked, she moved like willow branches in a spring breeze, radiating irresistible charm.
"Gulp!" Su Ke swallowed again. Only then did he notice several beauticians in matching pink uniforms nearby. They each walked behind the beaded curtain, and he finally understood: the women were lying on the beds to get beauty massages!
He took a deep breath. The lounge had been full of chatter and laughter just moments ago, but now it was suddenly empty. Su Ke composed himself and headed toward the piano. Playing the piano was his job; being teased by all those beauties had apparently just been a warm-up.
Before Su Ke even reached the piano, Luo Feiyan's voice rang out again. "Ladies, what would you like to hear? Just name a song. One kiss per song!"
"Good grief!" Su Ke nearly stumbled. His beautiful boss's teasing came in wave after wave.
Her words set off a commotion. The third-floor hall grew lively again. "Sister Yan, do you mean a French kiss? If so, I'll order a dozen!"
"Get in line first, okay? Sister Yan, can I get an annual subscription?"
"Uh, Sister Yan, I forgot to brush my teeth. Is that a problem?"
Su Ke finally managed to sit down at the piano. His head was spinning, so he took a deep breath to steady himself and began warming up his fingers, flexing them nimbly.
"Ladies, I don't know many songs. Could you pick something simple?" Su Ke knew that if he didn't speak up, the women would say something else to get him worked up. He could clearly feel his little brother starting to rise. If his jeans weren't so snug, he would probably have given himself away already.
Still a little nervous, Su Ke's voice trembled slightly.
"Okay!"
Someone immediately agreed, then seemed to think for a moment before falling silent. Su Ke pricked up his ears. This was his very first performance, after all. He absolutely couldn't mess it up.
"Then... then play Eighteen Touches!" The woman seemed to have carefully considered her choice before finally making the request in a perfectly serious voice. Her tone was clear and lovely, pleasant to the ear.
"Pfft!" Su Ke nearly choked. Wasn't Eighteen Touches the long-lost king of bawdy tunes from the martial world?
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