All eyes in the club were on the two people sitting in the booth—or to be more precise, on Wu Yun. Xiaowu, in his uniform, was automatically ignored.

A group of sexy bottle service girls danced to the music in front of the booth for a moment before placing a bottle of Ace of Spades, glittering with colorful lights, on the coffee table. A waiter following them delivered a complimentary fruit platter.

The last waiter brought over a POS machine and handed it to Xiaowu. With practiced ease, Xiaowu keyed in the amount, inserted Wu Yun’s black card into the machine, and asked him to enter his PIN.

As the receipt for the successful payment printed, notifications pinged on both Wu Yun’s phone and his system.

Wu Yun sent a text. "I’m going to go have some fun! Be back in a bit."

Xiaowu knew Wu Yun was inexperienced, so he quickly warned him, "Young Master Wu, watch out for those scheming vixens. Don’t let them trick you!"

"Don’t worry. When the girls you called get here, have someone come get me." After sending the text, Wu Yun left the booth and waded into the dancing crowd on the floor.

Several observant people noticed Wu Yun leaving the booth. Two tall, sexy figures immediately stood up and made their way onto the dance floor.

Wu Yun moved to the dynamic rhythm, his feet hitting the heavy downbeat. Though he didn’t know how to dance or rave, his skill in singing gave him a strong grasp of musical rhythm.

Mimicking the moves of the crowd around him, Wu Yun easily found his groove.

Wu Yun had only been dancing for half a song when he suddenly felt a pair of small hands wrap around him from behind, resting on his lower abdomen and swaying to his rhythm.

An indescribable scent wafted over Wu Yun—perfume mixed with alcohol, a combination that stimulated his senses.

’It feels like I’m playing the lottery,’ Wu Yun thought. ’Will I see a hag when I turn around? Or a hottie?’ But judging from her hands and the feel of her body pressed against his back, she probably wasn’t bad.

During the brief pause as the songs changed, Wu Yun turned to look at the woman behind him. She wore a bodycon skirt that beautifully accentuated her curves. In his system’s evaluation, she scored an 85. Her face and figure were both an 85.

’That’s probably with heavy makeup and under dim lighting,’ Wu Yun figured. The next part of the system’s evaluation, however, sent a chill down his spine.

HPV Carrier...

As the woman, Liu Xue, gazed at him flirtatiously, Wu Yun felt as if he were being watched by a venomous snake. The hairs on his arms stood on end. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Hey, handsome! All alone?" Liu Xue leaned on Wu Yun’s shoulder, her lips close to his ear.

Wu Yun’s body went stiff. He glanced pleadingly toward Xiaowu in the booth and saw that two women had already joined him. They were too far away for him to see their faces. Wu Yun forced a smile and said, "No, my friends are here!" He even pointed toward the booth as he spoke.

As a nightclub veteran, how could she not understand his subtext? She walked away, looking a little disappointed.

Having lost all interest in dancing, Wu Yun rushed back to the booth as if fleeing for his life. He ignored the people there for a moment, pulling out his phone to search for "HPV" in his browser. After reading, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Lifting his head, Wu Yun saw that Xiaowu had moved to the side. He was pointing at his phone, signaling for Wu Yun to read a message.

"Young Master Wu, two more are coming. I’ll go wait for them outside. You all have fun!" Xiaowu didn’t dare suggest opening one of the expensive bottles on the table to make a toast.

Wu Yun glanced at the women sitting on his left and right and was pleasantly surprised. ’I didn’t expect Xiaowu’s "resources" to include beauties of this caliber.’

On his left was a woman with long, wavy hair, wearing a short dress with lace trim.

Name: Susan

Age: 22

90/89/80 (Healthy, third-hand).

On his right was a cool, aloof beauty with short hair dressed in a uniform: a blue, short-sleeved, form-fitting blouse paired with a tight, hip-hugging miniskirt. If she added a pair of black silk stockings, she’d be the perfect uniform-clad fantasy.

Name: Zeng Siqi

Age: 24

92/90/85 (Healthy, second-hand)

As Wu Yun was sizing up the two women, they were sizing him up as well. They noticed the Jaeger-LeCoultre watch on his wrist. Though they couldn’t make out the model, they knew it wasn’t cheap.

It was too loud to talk, so Wu Yun pointed at the champagne on the table and held up two fingers, signaling for each of the women to open a bottle.

Susan and Zeng Siqi each popped open a bottle of champagne. Wu Yun then shouted, "Let’s start with this one!"

Zeng Siqi grabbed three glasses and filled each one halfway with champagne.

Zeng Siqi and Susan exchanged a glance, then both scooted closer to Wu Yun, pressing up tightly against him. Wu Yun took the glass Zeng Siqi offered with his left hand, while his right hand naturally wrapped around her soft, delicate waist.

"Young Master Wu, your hands are getting fresh!" Zeng Siqi giggled coquettishly in his ear, only to feel the hand on her waist squeeze even tighter.

"Come on! Let’s toast Young Master Wu!" Susan interjected, a flicker of jealousy in her eyes.

The clinking of their glasses was completely drowned out by the club’s thundering music. The three of them then drank the colored champagne.

Susan took Wu Yun’s empty glass and poured another round for the three of them.

"Ladies! Aren’t you going to introduce yourselves?" Wu Yun shouted. He already knew their names, but he didn’t want to spoil the fun.

"Young Master Wu, I’m Shanshan!"

"Young Master Wu, I’m Qiqi!"

They both breathed the words into his ears, tickling them and sending a shiver through his body that raised goosebumps on his skin.

Seeing this, the two women couldn’t help but cover their mouths to stifle their laughter.

Just as the three of them were chatting and drinking, Xiaowu returned, leading two more women into the booth.

One was a girl named Zhu Ling, dressed in a "kawaii" Japanese style. Her face scored a 90, but her figure... well, let’s just say she was flat as an airfield. In his book, cute was worthless next to sexy. Add to that her score as a seventy-something, fourth or fifth-hand ’car’, and Wu Yun lost all interest.

The other was a woman named Li Wen in a standard-issue clubbing outfit. Her looks and figure couldn’t compare to the first two arrivals.

Although Wu Yun wasn’t interested in the newcomers, he didn’t let it show. He greeted them with a smile, but his arms tightened around Susan and Zeng Siqi, a signal the two women understood immediately.

Wu Yun beckoned to Xiaowu, telling him to open two more bottles of champagne. Then he pointed to a spot in the booth, gesturing for him to sit and hang out for a bit.

Xiaowu sat down and played a few rounds of a drinking game with them before making an excuse about a client needing him and slipping away.

With only Wu Yun and the four women left, the atmosphere grew a little subdued. Zeng Siqi and Susan, the first to arrive, had naturally grown closer to each other.

Wu Yun announced loudly, "Come on! Let’s play a few rounds of a game first. After that, you’ll all come dance with me. If everyone has fun, there will be rewards for you all tonight!"

"Young Master Wu, can you tell us what the rewards are?" the "kawaii" Zhu Ling whined, forgetting that in the noisy club, her attempt at acting cute just looked like she was shouting.

Wu Yun saw all four women looking at him expectantly. He shook his head. "I can’t say now. What if you all cheat later? But... before I give you your rewards, I’m going to need mine first, hehe!"