Caelan Dwayne walks into the small bar and immediately understands that he has come to the right place.
Inside the small bar, a dreamy and ambiguous light fills the space. At the bar, in the corners, and even in the center of the hall, pairs of young men and women hang on each other’s shoulders and wrap their arms around each other, their licentious laughter rising and falling.
Caelan Dwayne hasn’t walked far when a woman, heavily made up, wearing only a rose-colored bra and a very short black leather skirt, staggers up to him with a glass of amber-colored liquid in her hand.
”Handsome, buy me a drink?” The woman’s voice is very coquettish, enough to make people enjoy it.
Already feeling a bit feverish from touching alcohol after a long abstention, Caelan Dwayne casually pinches the protruding part at the front of the woman’s bra. The woman instantly shivers and giggles, “Naughty, handsome, pinching someone here the moment you meet, what if you break it, how will you compensate me…” While complaining in mock annoyance, she draws even closer, hooking her pale arms around Caelan Dwayne’s neck.
Caelan Dwayne’s mouth curves into a wicked smile. He is not particularly interested in such women and, seeming effortless, pushes the woman away from him, “I’m not interested in a show that only wants to mate when drunk.”
Still somewhat clear-headed, the woman hears herself being called a “sow” and immediately becomes enraged, her blood rushing to her face. She furiously throws her drink to the floor, “You little brat, tired of living! Just wait!” Saying this, she storms off towards a group of people in the corner of the bar.
Caelan Dwayne suddenly feels a malicious pleasure in his heart. It has been a long time since he has dealt with these kinds of people in such places, and today he seems to be able to vent a little under the influence of alcohol.
After ordering a vodka at the bar and downing it, a fiery heat begins to roll through his body, and his eyes show an unusual excitement.
The flamboyant woman summons seven or eight men from somewhere, each robust and vigorous. Just as Caelan Dwayne finishes his drink, they crowd around him.
The woman clings to the thick arm of a bald, muscular man at the forefront, pointing at Caelan Dwayne and shrieking, “Brother! This beast insulted me, beat him to death for me!”
The muscular man looks at Caelan Dwayne’s slender frame with a hint of disdain, gesturing to two of his underlings to go and teach Caelan Dwayne a lesson.
The two men advance with sinister smiles, not intending to waste words with Caelan Dwayne, and their fists, large as sandbags, come smashing down.
Dwayne hardly glances at them, his expression calm as if nothing happened, just aptly raising both hands, his palms colliding with the fists of the two burly men…
”Ah, oh!!!”
The two burly men scream in agony and fall to the ground, rolling and clutching their arms.
This scene unfolds in the bar, appearing eerie and sudden. Although fights are common in this small bar, no one has ever seen the bald group defeated before. Inevitably, many people start looking curiously at Dwayne.
Seeing the unexpected turn of events, the bald man frowns and, after a doubtful glance at the composed Caelan Dwayne, squats down to examine the arm of one of his men. He wishes he hadn’t looked, as cold sweat immediately starts dripping from his forehead…
The other underlings, seeing their being beaten, start cursing loudly, but before they can advance, the bald man stretches out his arms to stop them.
Without further ado, the bald man stands up and bows to Caelan Dwayne, “Big brother, please forgive us for the offense. From now on, if Big Brother needs anything, just let us know. We’ll meet again!”
After speaking, the bald man and his bewildered followers carry the two howling men out of the bar.
The woman finds it unbelievable, continuing to rant outside the bar about why they didn’t avenge her.
The bald man, with a fierce look in his eyes, glares at the woman and says to the equally puzzled underlings, “Those two palms just now broke the arms of them. Do you think you can beat him?”
Suddenly, no one has the spirit to argue anymore. Those seemingly light palms had such power; what else could that be if not the skill of a master? Immediately, they start flattering the bald man, praising his foresight and strategic thinking.
The bald man, however, pays no attention to these sycophantic compliments and looks back at the bar thoughtfully, wondering about something.
Meanwhile, inside the bar, Caelan Dwayne remains unaffected. Seeing the bald man and his group leave, he nonchalantly walks over to the now-vacant spot in the corner of the bar, planning to thoroughly scope out his “prey” for the evening.
Having easily defeated the bald man and his group, both men and women in the bar grow fearful of Caelan Dwayne. Occasionally, a few bold women flirt with him, but being ignored, they too give up on trying to seduce him.
As Caelan Dwayne is about to sit down on the sofa, he suddenly notices a person lying on the long couch in the corner, a young woman.
With just one glance, Caelan Dwayne’s eyes light up with passion…
Under the dim lights, her long, soft, black hair cascades from the sofa to the carpet, her body wrapped in a white bodycon dress that outlines her graceful curves like gentle waves.
Moving closer, Caelan Dwayne smells a seductive mix of jasmine and alcohol coming from her.
The woman seems to be quite drunk, clutching a wine glass in her fair hand while her body sprawls on the sofa, occasionally writhing, her voluptuous hips sketching an enticing curve.
Caelan Dwayne walks over, helps the woman up, and brushes away the messy hair from her forehead, revealing a face flushed with the rosiness of intoxication.
To Caelan Dwayne’s surprise, this woman is even more beautiful than Vivian, whom he had just met earlier. Whether it’s her face, which seems sculpted to perfection, or her aloof and enchanting allure intensified by intoxication, she could make any man fall head over heels.
However, such breathtaking beauty makes Caelan Dwayne wonder: Can such a woman not be a lady in this nightclub if it weren’t for the young lady accompanying the drinks, how could she have been so drunk with that group of people and had a fiery expression on her face?
The woman, seemingly extremely confused by her intoxication, doesn’t wait for Caelan Dwayne to think further. She clumsily grabs the collar of Caelan Dwayne’s shirt, and her thin, flower-like tender red lips press against his.
But missing Dwayne‘s lips, she only kisses Caelan Dwayne’s cheek before slipping down.
Caelan Dwayne feels a surge of heat throughout his body, stimulated by the cold and soft touch on his face. Seeing the watery, vulnerable look in the beautiful woman’s eyes, as if she is there for the taking, and already planning to let loose for the night, he no longer cares about the consequences. He firmly lifts her delicate body into his arms and fiercely kisses her lips.
”Um…”
The woman lets out a soft moan, seemingly resentful of Caelan Dwayne’s roughness, yet also excitedly responding to the intimate entanglement of their lips…
When the morning sunlight filters through the mottled glass windows into Caelan Dwayne’s room, Dwayne shakes his head somewhat groggily. Just as he is about to get up, he suddenly feels something soft entwined around him.
Caelan Dwayne, now considerably wakes up a lot, looks down, and indeed, it is the woman he brought home last night after drinking.
