Chapter 1 "Can I borrow this?"
hot!
It's so hot!
Bang--
Anmi pushed open the door to the men's restroom.
"Hello...can I borrow this room for a moment?"
The man standing in front of the toilet silently zipped up his pants.
He was wearing a high-quality suit, exuding an air of nobility. Standing at nearly 1.9 meters tall, he looked like a perfectly proportioned cardboard cutout in the spacious restroom.
Anyone would be annoyed if someone suddenly barged into their toilet.
But the other party replied humbly, "Please go ahead."
This is the most popular karaoke bar in Beijing, so it's not unusual to have one or two transgender customers.
The next second, he was shoved into the cubicle behind him by the girl who rushed up to him.
"Crack!"
The door lock was neatly screwed on.
The man then realized: "You want to borrow... me?"
"Um!"
Anmi cut to the chase: "I've been drugged! I urgently need the antidote!"
This kind of thing is very likely to happen in a karaoke bar.
Man: "What you need to do right now is call the police."
What he said made a lot of sense, but Anmi didn't have that kind of patience.
"I'm in a real hurry, can't you help me, sir?"
The medicine was taking effect, and Anmi's little face turned bright red.
Anyone could see that she was really suffering.
The man pondered for a moment: "Please wait a moment..."
He took his phone out of his pocket.
Anmi asked curiously, "What are you going to do?"
"I'll call a friend over."
"friend?"
No way?
Anmi: "Although I'm in a hurry, I only accept one-on-one meetings for these kinds of things!"
Three people is a bit beyond the scope!
The man said casually, "My friend is a doctor."
"What's wrong with the doctor?!"
Does that give doctors the right to act recklessly, and allow three people to do as they please?
Anmi found his logic very strange.
"I'm sorry, even doctors can't make exceptions. I can only accept a maximum of two patients!"
A hint of hesitation appeared on the man's refined face: "Miss, I think you've misunderstood me..."
“Sir!” Anmi stopped him. “How about we finish this quickly? If your doctor friend is handsome enough, I might consider it.”
She really can't wait even a second longer.
The man's suit had a faint sandalwood scent. Anmi placed her hand on his chest and could clearly feel the strength of the muscles beneath.
The strong heartbeat involuntarily intensified her feverishness.
The other person noticed her change and hesitated for a moment before asking, "May I touch you?"
hand?
“This…” Anmi hesitated.
He actually likes this?
Although she was a peony (a woman who is not conventionally attractive), she had read a few erotic novels and naturally knew what "getting started" meant.
But in this environment, and since it was their first meeting, they immediately started using…
It seems so strange when I think about it.
She glanced around the cramped cubicle; there wasn't even a place to stand.
"Isn't that a bit inconvenient?"
The man's answer was firm: "No."
"..."
Anmi bit her lower lip and thought for a moment.
It doesn't seem like it's impossible...
Since things are already like this, what's the point of being picky?
According to the articles she consulted, using... should be just as good.
"Alright!"
She nodded in despair.
"You...you can do whatever is convenient for you."
After saying this, Anmi closed her eyes, not daring to watch what was about to happen.
"..."
However, the planned action was not carried out.
Her legs suddenly felt light as the man lifted her up by the waist.
"...!"
So that's what he meant by getting started...
The other person carried her straight through the KTV corridor and into the elevator.
Anmi's mind was hazy; she only remembered lights flashing across the ceiling.
Finally, she was carried into the back seat of a black Rolls-Royce.
The leather seats are luxurious and high-quality, perfectly matching a man's aura.
Anmi asked politely, "Sir, shall we begin now?"
"Wait a moment, my friend will be here soon."
"?"
Anmi: "I said, I don't accept three people together."
The medication was taking effect; although she was protesting, her tone was incredibly soft, sounding more like she was whining.
"If you insist on him joining, then forget it!"
She reached out to push the car door open, her thighs, trembling beneath her short skirt, were dazzlingly white in the dimly lit car.
"etc."
A large hand reached out and firmly held her back in place.
Press your knuckles onto the smooth skin of your thigh.
The man's deep voice came from above.
"Don't worry, he won't join."
"I won't allow it."
Anmi then withdrew her hand from the door.
The palm on the outside of her thigh was burning hot; the skin being held by the man's palm felt like it was being heated by an iron.
It's so hot!
As a result, she developed an uncontrollable high fever.
Anmi turned her face away, her attention shifting from the man's prominent Adam's apple to his noticeably sloping chest.
Just before he hugged her, he unbuttoned his suit jacket.
The effort he exerted along the way has made his pectoral muscles look particularly swollen now.
She took a slight breath and looked up, trying to negotiate, "May I put my hands on your chest to cool you down?"
The other person frowned slightly.
He neither agreed nor refused her sudden and extremely offensive request.
Anmi felt that this meant he was tacitly approving.
So she raised her left hand.
Wow……!
The moment it was applied, it felt like opening up a new world.
She couldn't help but clench her knuckles and secretly glance at the man's expression.
The other person frowned slightly, their emotions appearing unclear.
Anmi raised her other hand: "If you don't mind, may I put the other one in as well?"
She spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, but because her eyes were sincere, she seemed very polite.
The man didn't speak, but simply looked down at her quietly.
So she very consciously put her other hand in as well.
A strange sensation traveled from my palm to my brain.
Anmi suddenly understood the opposite sex's obsession with this part of the body.
She used her fingers to tighten her grip.
The man's shirt was pushed up by her wrist, and the buttons were about to pop off.
"How are you feeling now?" A soft voice asked from above.
The other person is very well-mannered; even in this situation, they didn't get angry and even took the initiative to ask how she felt.
This was the first time in Anmi's life that she had encountered such a mature and stable service provider.
She nodded, her tone sincere: "Very good, very symmetrical."
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