Chapter 12: It Really Is Just Singing and Drinking

When they arrived, the two got out of the car, settled the bill with the valet, and Chen Xiaofei and Lu Yu headed into a certain establishment.

Lu Yu had been here once before with Chen Xiaofei, back in his first year after graduation, but he remembered little about it. They had started drinking outside, and once inside, everything became a blur. He couldn’t recall any details; even after sobering up the next morning, his memory was blank.

They entered a private lounge, spacious at about thirty square meters, with three sides lined with long sofas and one wall dominated by a high-definition screen. In the center stood a small stage.

Chen Xiaofei ordered drinks—Lu Yu didn’t know their names. The glowing, multicolored tray held tiny glasses, each filled with a different colored liquor, seven glasses per color. Chen Xiaofei ordered four sets, arranged on the coffee table before the sofas, creating a striking display.

Once the drinks arrived, the hostess led a stream of young women in and out of the lounge. Some dressed with mature elegance, others with innocent charm; there were sophisticated women, petite girls, uniforms, school outfits, traditional style, and even anime-inspired costumes.

If you could imagine a style, you could find it here.

After much deliberation, they settled on sixteen. Each had been carefully styled; under the dim lights, their looks seemed quite impressive, most scoring over seventy on a scale, with a handful reaching over eighty. This was already a high standard—if they used the popular beauty filter camera from Blue Star, every one would be top-tier.

Of course, these young women were still a step below Zhang Kexin and Qianqian. Zhang Kexin and Qianqian could easily score above eighty-five even without makeup, and with a little styling, their allure was undeniable.

With so many present, Chen Xiaofei ordered another twelve sets of drinks. Three coffee tables brimmed with colorful liquor, reflecting the beauty of each uniquely styled hostess, creating an atmosphere that lifted everyone’s spirits.

The young women sat gracefully on the sofas, occasionally whispering to each other.

Chen Xiaofei closed the lounge door. “Come on, ladies, don’t just sit there—let’s have some fun!”

A sweet-faced girl immediately stepped forward, chose a song from the control panel, downed a glass of pink liquor, and walked onto the stage, greeted by cheers.

A high-energy girl group song from Korea reverberated in the lounge, the volume thunderous, walls dimly lit, dazzling colored lights pulsing with the rhythm.

The young woman was anything but shy, swaying her hips and arms, seductive music and fiery dance moves, her eyes shimmering like autumn water, occasionally licking her lips with playful mischief.

She started things off with a bang.

The atmosphere in the lounge quickly heated up, and the girls began moving to the music.

Time passed, during which Chen Xiaofei ordered another six sets of drinks, and everyone was tipsy.

Lu Yu felt the alcohol hit him; his right hand unconsciously rested on the leg of a petite girl. She wrapped her arms around Lu Yu’s waist, her face nestled against his chest, a little flushed—whether from the alcohol or Lu Yu’s touch, he couldn’t say.

Lu Yu leaned toward her, brushed aside her hair, and gazed at the accessory on her ear.

The petite girl squinted and nodded lightly, as if enjoying the attention.

Lu Yu, watching her languid demeanor, squeezed her gently with his left hand, provoking the anime-styled girl to bite his shoulder.

He toyed with the petite girl while listening to the anime girl sing a fresh, delicate song. Lu Yu hadn’t heard it before, but it suited her perfectly, reminiscent of a blossoming girl next door.

The more Lu Yu watched and listened, the more he felt his heart stirring.

It’s said that men aren’t to be trusted after drinking.

Lu Yu found that saying painfully accurate; his mind was filled with nothing but unhealthy images.

Desire, once awakened, is not easily tamed.

Lu Yu picked up a glass, sipping slowly, his gaze burning as he looked the anime girl up and down.

He suddenly downed a glass, hoping to quell the heat inside him, but the more he drank, the warmer he felt. Sensing he was at his limit, he moved to sit beside Chen Xiaofei.

Chen Xiaofei was in his element—sixteen girls, each with a unique style, and Lu Yu had monopolized only two. The rest swarmed around him, leaving him overwhelmed and delighted.

Noticing Lu Yu’s arrival, he asked what was going on.

Lu Yu replied that it was about time; any more drinks and he’d be drunk.

Chen Xiaofei eyed Lu Yu mischievously. “Want me to arrange someone for you?”

Lu Yu said nothing, just held up two fingers.

Chen Xiaofei understood instantly, grinning even more slyly. He knew Lu Yu well and said, “I’ll message my friend. That college girl I’ve been seeing has a few classmates who aren’t keen on working hard anymore.”

Lu Yu nodded, thinking Chen Xiaofei’s connections were wild but reliable, and he was quite pleased.

Soon, Chen Xiaofei made contact and sent Lu Yu two addresses.

Without hesitation, Lu Yu took Chen Xiaofei’s car keys and left, leaving him to continue his revelry with sixteen girls.

The club’s valet drove to pick up the two girls Chen Xiaofei had arranged. By Lu Yu’s standards, each scored about eighty.

One was styled in traditional fashion—her hair in a high bun, delicate ornaments swaying, a pale green gown with an ethereal aura.

The other was pure and innocent, dressed in youthful campus style, instantly evoking memories of student days.

The car stopped at the Waldorf Astoria’s parking lot.

Lu Yu led them into the hotel, registered at the front desk, and requested a luxury suite—6,499 a night. Unsure how long he’d stay, he paid for a week, with adjustments to be made later.

Taking the elevator to the thirty-second floor, he opened the suite with the key card, slid it into the control panel, and the lights came on.

He turned off a few of the brighter lights, leaving the room bathed in a warm, intimate glow.

He glanced at the traditional girl, then at the pure one; it was clear both were new to this experience, a little awkward, nervously clutching their sleeves.

Breaths grew heated, the air thickened, and Lu Yu drew them closer, savoring the moment, slowly exploring…

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