Chapter 28: The distinguished guest can receive special treatment from the top star, she must be...

The dim light in the corner of the bar deliberately created an ambiguous atmosphere and poured down from the sky. The middle-aged woman, covered in jewels and jade, made the gigolo who was serving drinks beside her stare at her.

The generous congressman's wife had already opened her tenth champagne tower of the day. The first five were for Tyrant, and the last five were for newcomer Wildcat. Less than a week into the job, this newcomer was already receiving the same treatment as Tyrant, the shop's top performer. The wealth she'd amassed overnight was enough to make many a hardworking gigolo jealous.

Popular newcomer Toru Amuro should naturally be "happy" as well.

After a few days of practice, the novice gigolo's initially naive manners had become more refined, and his sweet talk more adept. He exchanged a warm kiss with the lady, praised her as the most dazzling jewel of the night, and opened a bottle of champagne for her.

Bubbles from the fine champagne splattered from the goblet, soaking his shirt. Beneath his open collar, a suggestive chocolate hue appeared, like a layer of honey under the damp light. The texture of his chest, tantalizingly concealed beneath the black FBI vest, blocked any further intrusion.

The congressman's wife's younger sister had just broken up with her boyfriend and was brought in by her best friend. The congressman's wife recommended the gentle newcomer Amuro-kun to her, and after pouring out her feelings, the younger sister received gentle comfort and, after being patted on the head twice, burst into tears.

"Toutou-kun really has that aura—the feeling of a righteous arrest!" She wiped the tears from her mouth and sighed with true emotion, "He seems to be the type with a basic sense of integrity and gentleness... Wow... If he really became a police officer, he would surely be very good..."

"Right, right," the congressman's wife observed Toru Amuro's waist and abdomen with admiration, carefully examining them. "Not only his temperament, but his muscles are just right, aren't they? He looks even more handsome in that FBI vest! He's like the FBI agent from a porn movie—"

——It could be the kind of chosen FBI who shouts "FBI! Open the door!" and then rushes into the room, engaging in a fierce gunfight with the hostess who is taking a shower under the shower head; it could also be that Ms. Stark sends out a call for help, and the FBI's big cock is eager to rescue the wet pussy.

It was obvious to Toru Amuro that the "little movie" mentioned by this experienced lady was definitely not a serious movie.

His flawless smile froze almost imperceptibly, and he didn't have time to react in time.

Fortunately, the congressman's wife's best friend protested first, temporarily rescuing him from his predicament: "Toru-kun is not suitable for that type! A young man with a clean temperament like him is more suitable for pure love, and he shouldn't actively get involved in that kind of thing!"

"Alas, it's because you're so pure and innocent, Sachiko, that you keep getting hurt over and over again." The congressman's wife disagreed with her bestie's sentiments and offered earnest advice, "For men, the body takes precedence over the spirit! Nine out of ten men are unreliable anyway, so why not enjoy their beauty first?"

"Obviously, feelings are more important!"

The pure love faction and the carnivore faction, who prioritized Plato, were debating on the sidelines. Toru Amuro silently took a step back and rationally chose not to participate. For these two ladies from prominent families, the opinion of a young gigolo was not important, as they were both on an equal footing.

Pets must always have the awareness of being pets in order to obtain the information they want quietly and unobtrusively.

Mrs. Kawasaki Miya and Ms. Shimizu Sachiko. The former's husband holds a high position of authority in the medical field and is currently overseeing relevant policy reforms, making him a target of the organization. Mrs. Kawasaki's family is also a prominent family. If they can establish connections, it will be beneficial to the acquisition of intelligence.

As for her best friend, Ms. Shimizu, she was the eldest daughter of the Shimizu Group, whose family specialized in medical equipment. The organization was also very interested in the Shimizu family.

As Kabukicho's most famous host bar, [Yozakura]'s clientele is primarily composed of such wealthy women. Otherwise, Amuro Toru wouldn't have chosen this place as a crucial part of his undercover mission.

The two women were arguing intensely when Mrs. Kawasaki grabbed her friend and said she wanted to show her the importance of perfect sex. They left Amuro Toru behind and headed in the direction of Shinji.

The blond young man was not angry, but showed a little sadness when the other party said to come again next time, which moved Ms. Shimizu deeply and she said she would definitely come next time.

This is exactly the effect that Toru Amuro wants.

The organization's investigation of him had reached a critical juncture, and he couldn't afford to rush into anything and make mistakes. He had to be cautious and prudent in dealing with these noble ladies.

His eyes calmly swept over the other side to see the "tyrant" Shi'er who was surrounded by noble ladies - that man was the top star in the store, and Mrs. Kawasaki was originally his loyal customer.

Everyone on the latter's client list is an extremely important person. If he can attract more of them... plus the resume he has accumulated before, getting the code name is a sure thing.

"Amuro-kun!" The voice of the male host who brought the guest in interrupted his thoughts, "Mrs. Kawasaki has taken Ms. Shimizu to the Tyrant. Please receive this person..."

Toru Amuro almost immediately put on a flawless smile.

Top-selling artist Shen Er ranked first in sales with his image of a mature man who was lazy and domineering but extremely good at seducing women. He chose a different route from the other party and sold his products with the image of a gentle and considerate younger man.

Most of the female customers who came to the store were older women with strong financial resources, so his trick was always successful. However, this time, when he saw his new customer, he was still a little stunned.

——This was the first time that Toru Amuro saw such a young girl in a nightclub.

A short-haired girl in a maid outfit and black cat ears took a seat, broom in hand, as she was directed. She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen, with a pair of clear, cold golden eyes beneath a few strands of silver-dyed bangs.

Unlike the other guests, she looked at him without lust. When she cast a glance at him with pure curiosity, for a moment, Amuro Toru thought she was some high school student who had been lured astray by the bright lights and the nightlife. Some instinct was stirring, and he wanted to persuade her not to spend money in such a place.

But the next second, this impression was broken by the male PR who led the way.

"This lady seems to be a distinguished guest of Mr. Tyrant. He even put a special mark on her business card." After ushering her to her seat, the male host quietly reminded his colleague while going to the bar to get a drink. "This is the first time I've seen that guy actually give out his own 'exclusive mark'."

The male escorts at Yeying are well-known in the industry, and it's common for them to randomly hand out their business cards. Some wealthy women even take pleasure in collecting these cards, competing to see how many they can collect. Furthermore, the shop has specially commissioned professionals to meticulously design and create business cards for several popular male escorts, categorizing them by level and quantity. Particularly generous customers often receive rarer cards, and many wealthy women spend a fortune collecting them.

Though new, Amuro Toru had also learned about this sales culture. He knew that because Shin's cynical image instilled a desire to conquer women, many noblewomen took pride in receiving the Tyrant's special calling card, as if it symbolized their ascent to the mountain. They considered this a victory, continuing their efforts to obtain the Tyrant's unique "exclusive mark."

Under this strategy, one only needs to show courtesy to the very few "distinguished guests." In the eyes of the guests, no one else receives this kind of treatment, which is the closest to "romance" in love.

Even though the exclusive badge had never been issued, noble ladies continued to challenge him. Fushiguro Shier made a fortune from it, and his colleagues believed that he would probably keep the unique business card with him as a gimmick.

And today, that business card actually appeared on a strange young girl - who is she that can make the usually stingy tyrant give her business card and get half price for all the in-store purchases from now on?

Even that top celebrity with a lot of clients has to go out of his way to win over someone...

Amuro Toru became more cautious for a moment.

It was past five in the morning, and the alcohol and sleepiness should have exhausted his brain, but he still maintained an energetic working state, and his refreshing smile was flawless.

He watched the young girl sit down with his eyes squinting, handed her the menu, and asked softly if she wanted a drink to moisten her throat - she looked like she hadn't had any water for a while, and her lips were a little dry.

"Hmm..." Chaomu's eyes swept from top to bottom, accurately selecting the last one among the many drinks, "Let's take this one, [Hot Chocolate Kiss]."

Despite the strange name, the ingredients revealed that this drink was simply hot chocolate with milk and toppings. Other alcoholic beverages all had system notes indicating they would inflict the "Drunk" debuff, slowing the player's movement speed and reflexes. In comparison, the chocolate drink, which also restored stamina, seemed harmless.

It's also one of the cheapest drinks in the shop, costing much less than the more expensive ones.

Although players' choices are based on attribute considerations, it is obviously not the case for the male hostess in the store.

The male host who helped take the order looked at Amuro Toru with some envy, and silently cursed him in his heart: a woman who can get the exclusive mark of Shen'er is obviously not a poor person who can't afford expensive drinks. Her ordering this "chocolate" drink is obviously a flirtation - after all, [Wild Cat] has blonde hair and dark skin, and customers always call him Chocolate Sweetheart.

Chocolate Sweetheart coughed lightly, her ears slightly reddened with embarrassment: "If this is what you need... of course I will give it to you..."

The blond young man was cheerful and shy. His shy but hardworking attitude was enough to make all the older sisters' hearts beat faster. They touched his brilliant blond hair and waited for him to give them a sweet kiss - although at most it would just be a kiss on the back of the hand.

The young girl he was trying to please, with her golden eyes, remained calm. She simply looked up from the menu and blinked. "By the way, can I ask how sweet your chocolate is? Will it be too choking? Can you increase the proportion of dark chocolate... 30% sugar is okay?"

Just like ordering at a milk tea shop, they also add a series of fruit plates and even barbecue - milk tea with midnight snacks.

The host who took the order considerately offered to adjust the menu, leaving the unusual customer to Amuro Toru. The latter's shy expression returned to its normal state of calmness because the other party had only eaten salty food. He patiently brought up the topic while subtly trying to find out the other party's identity.

However, these topics that usually arouse girls' desire to talk had no appeal to this guest.

This distinguished guest named Chaomu seemed to have no interest in clothing or even cosplay - originally, Amuro Toru thought she was a fan of otaku culture based on her outfit, but it turned out that she seemed to ignore all his compliments on the design of her skirt.

She just ate the fruit plate while looking at him, as if she was thinking about something, and her gaze was a little vague.

Toru Amuro felt uncomfortable being stared at.

While that gaze wasn't as explicit as a noblewoman's, it wasn't restrained at all. Being stared at so directly by a cute girl always felt a bit... strange.

"Looking at me like that... do you have something to say to me?" He raised his eyes slightly, revealing a gentle expression that seemed to indicate he was worried about offending her. "If you're dissatisfied with me in some way, I can improve..."

【Toru Amuro pays close attention to you. 】

That very superior and handsome face was so close. Chaomu, who had been looking at the character panel, blinked and said, "Not really..."

She was just wondering if Mr. Amuro was assigned to the FBI cosplay just because he looked like a foreigner... Otherwise, his service attitude and personality seemed quite Japanese.

But since the NPC had already made such a proactive request, she thought for a moment, raised her gaze to the drooping purple-gray eyes, and asked seriously, "If I'm dissatisfied, can you change anything?"

"If it's your wish, I will naturally work hard to fulfill it," Amuro Toru curled his eyes and bent down slightly, "You can offer all your..."

Is he supposed to take off his FBI vest, or is he just calling the shots? He still has some confidence in his own abilities...

The blond young man's slender fingers were already on the buttons of his vest, and when he leaned over, the collar slipped down, revealing a part of his chest.

"So," the girl looked him straight in the eye and asked bluntly, "Can you like me, Amuro-kun?"

Amuro Toru, who had just unbuttoned a button, said: "Dang...eh?"

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