Chapter 7 Who Dares Steal My Girl?

• Hannah was very generous, and I was assailed by the urge to use her bank card to redeem my freedom. However, on second thought, I still declined. When all was said and done, it was still that deplorable pride of mine that ruined things.
• However, it was also precisely because I declined that Hannah truly trusted me, believing that I’m not the kind of man who’d do anything for the sake of money. Then, she walked up close to me and hugged me tightly. “You’re such a rare and precious thing that I feel compelled to keep you for myself, but if I do so, that feeling will no longer be the same. Why do I even find that I somewhat like you?”
• Hannah then left. Nothing that crossed the boundary of friends transpired between us; our relationship was pure, and that bank card I returned to her was the best proof. After she’d left, I lay down on the sofa for a while, feeling a tad exhausted. Apparently, it wasn’t an easy task to deal with women, especially when it was all mental labor instead of physical labor. When I was just about to leave after lying down for about ten minutes, the door of the room swung open, and Angelina gracefully walked in.
• “That was impressive, buddy. Your clothing remains unrumpled, while Hannah’s face didn’t look flushed either. You actually managed to win her over just by using your mouth. I salute you!” Angelina sat on the sofa with her legs crossed. She lit a cigarette and handed it to me.
• Stretching out a hand, I took it and placed it into my mouth. The sensation of my lungs being enveloped by smoke was truly gratifying, but the scent of Angelina’s lips on the cigarette butt was even more titillating. She could always arouse one’s desires through a negligible act that seemed casual. “Yup. I licked and sucked incessantly before I finally managed to convince her to leave. However, the fire is still raging within me. How about lending me a hand, Miss Holman?” Back then I never would’ve dared to blurt out such a thing, but now, I’d obviously changed as my ‘passion’ for this industry grew. Or perhaps I’d been such a person all along, only to have that layer of hazy mist dispelled by this industry.
• Angelina chuckled. Then, before I’d realized it, she was lying on top of me, her eyes seductive, her nimble tongue lapping at her sweet lips, her ample bosom crushed against my chest. Her legs that were encased in black, thin silk stockings rubbed against my body in a perfect rhythm, while her fair and delicate hands stealthily touched a certain part of me. She massaged and stroked me through my clothes, each touch just right and gave me the greatest pleasure. Originally, I’d thought that only those few final seconds of thrusting granted men the ultimate bliss, but Angelina was telling me with her hands that I was obviously wrong, very much so. In the next instance, a semi-restrained moan floated out of her alluringly petite mouth, driving me to utter distraction; it sounded like the sweet singing of a siren of the ocean, tempting one to venture further into the sea of depravity, sinking and losing oneself in the process. It had my defenses crumbling, and I couldn’t win the battle against my desire.
• Very quickly, in merely two or three minutes, I gave up the battle under Angelina’s petite hands without even having the time to open my mouth and plead for mercy.
• After that, Angelina lightly licked my earlobe with her tongue. “Brat, you’re still very much wet behind the ears to dream of serving me. When you can last ten minutes under my hands, then you’ll be a qualified gigolo.”
• I felt utterly ashamed that I’d been taken down by a woman in merely two or three minutes when I’m a grown man. Ah, this is so mortifying! “I want to be at the top and not just merely qualified.”
• Angelina stuck out her pink tongue with only half the tip remaining. “Then, you’ll have to wait until you can last for half an hour under my hands. But until this very day, I’ve never met any man who can do that. You… aren’t likely to accomplish that either.” Then, she left with a chortle. Before she walked out the door, she threw a wad of bills at me, saying that it was my pocket money.
• Hmm, judging from this pocket money, I still have potential…
• After leaving Promethean Planet, I went back to my place right away. Alice wasn’t at home, so she must have gone to work.
• Just as I was about to cook myself something to eat after changing and washing up, my cell phone rang. I wondered if it was Angelina or Elizabeth, but after picking up my cell phone, I found that I was wrong; the call came from Patrick Barrett.
• I then met up with Patrick at the restaurant we’d agreed upon. Sitting down together, we then drank and feasted without any restraint. He told me that he was here for business today, so he came to visit me as well and had even gone to the hospital to visit my father. Without saying a word, I toasted him right away. After all, words were unnecessary among buddies. After eating, Patrick who was a drunken mess by now insisted on going for karaoke and requested a place that provided lady companions. Having no other recourse, I then brought him to the nearest establishment.
• However, just as we’d walked in the door, Patrick took a fancy to a young lady who was making payment. The young lady was indeed quite beautiful, looking to be around 20 years old, at the spring of youth. Dressed in a white dress with her hair in a ponytail, she appeared particularly pure. In today’s society, she was tantamount to living in silt but not imbrued, as stainless as a lotus flower. But the crux of the problem lay in the fact that she was a customer who was making payment, not a lady companion!
• Staggering, Patrick was just about to harass the lady to sing with him when I hurriedly held him back. Honestly speaking, however, I couldn’t really hold him back since he was tall and had practiced martial arts since young. Rather, I was even afraid that if he got angry with me for pulling him back, he’d give me a black eye with his increased strength from the alcohol. While I was at my wit’s end, a man with a tiger head tattoo on his arm came down from upstairs, swaying on his feet, his eyes glassy, making it glaringly obvious that he was intoxicated. Moreover, it so happened that he also mistook that young lady for a lady companion.
• “Hey, this chick is pretty. Come, let’s go upstairs and keep me company!” The man with the tiger tattoo tugged at the lady. The lady struggled, and the server beside her tried dissuading the man.
• Thus, I dragged Patrick out. “Alright, that lady had been requested by another customer, so let’s go!”
• “What the hell? Who dares steal my girl?”
• In all honesty, I'd intended to persuade Patrick to leave quickly, but unexpectedly, that utterance of mine seemed to have provoked him. Breaking away from me in one quick move, he rushed forward and started throwing punches at the man with the tiger tattoo until the man was all disoriented and battered.
• “Ouch! F*ck! Buddies, I’ve been beaten up! Quick, come down! Come down quickly!”
• While the man with a tiger tattoo on his arm was bellowing in an ear-piercing voice, Patrick cheerfully declared to the lady, “Lady, you don’t have to be afraid, for I’ll protect you!”
• Damn it, there’s no one to protect you, and you want to protect someone else? When I heard the thundering of footsteps upstairs, I threw Patrick over my shoulder before I turned and ran.
• From behind me, the cursing of the man with the tiger tattoo on his arm rang out. “Damn b*tch, I’ll definitely kill you tonight! How dare you have someone beat me up?”
• While running, I looked back and glanced at the idiotic girl; she was still standing there in a daze! “Are you stupid? You’ll be beaten to death if you continue standing there! Quick, run with me!”
• It was only then that the idiotic girl ran with me. When I exited the entrance, I spotted holly shrubs at the side, shrouded in darkness. I couldn’t run fast while carrying Patrick, and that idiotic girl didn’t seem to be a runner either, so I led both of them into hiding among the holly shrubs. In the next second, a dozen or so ruffians holding iron rods or broken beer bottles tore out from inside and charged in the direction where we were hiding…