Chapter 340: Chapter 340: Unclean Ecstasy (Part 2)_1
When in Rome, do as the Romans do; it’s impolite to always refuse others.
Being thrown into such a place suddenly, and so far no task hints have even appeared, Fu Qian didn’t want to stir up too much trouble for the time being.
It’s inconvenient to handle this under the public eye, but if this person is willing to go to a private space, it becomes much simpler.
The above considerations were out of self-interest, but if you add personal interest into the mix, it’s even more of a reason to agree.
At this moment, this youthful and attractive lady, exuding a fragrant aroma, has clearly drawn quite a bit of attention from those around.
And the state of this crowd is quite intriguing.
For starters, nearly everyone is dressed just as lavishly and extravagantly as this woman, meticulously groomed from head to toe.
Their manners and speech are also incredibly polished, exuding the essence of high society at a glance.
While Fu Qian isn’t particularly fond of this kind of social pretense, he doesn’t loathe it either.
It’s interesting because beneath their social facades, these people give off a very strange impression.
If one had to describe it with words, it’s simply not quite human.
Clean-cut and graceful, but something about it is just off.
At this moment, as the center of attention, Fu Qian felt like he was standing amidst a bunch of animals in heat.
So Fu Qian’s interest was to see what reaction the loss of such an excellent mating prospect—a young woman—would provoke in these people.
As expected, as soon as Fu Qian accepted, the people in front of him reacted.
However, contrary to the imagined scenario, no robust males came forward to fight for the mating opportunity; instead, another woman stepped forward.
Compared to the young woman, this lady seemed slightly older, giving off an even more mature and radiant vibe.
Gracefully letting go of her male companion’s arm, she walked straight up to Fu Qian, her voluminous brown curls almost brushing against him.
Staring straight at Fu Qian, she took a deep breath of the surrounding air.
“Isn’t that a given?”
Although the unfolding scene was a bit off, Fu Qian’s response was still anything but humble.
“So, what do you think of me?”
The brown-haired lady chuckled softly, clasping her hands together, flaunting her impressive silhouette.
To his surprise, before Fu Qian could comment, the young woman next to him leaned in closer.
In response to this act of stealing her lover, the young woman chuckled and pressed her body tightly against the other’s.
“You’re not bad yourself!”
Instead of the expected fight, the brown-haired lady reciprocated the embrace and gazed deeply into the young woman’s eyes.
Their masked faces were no more than three centimeters apart, their hot breaths nearly spraying each other’s faces.
Oh wait, they were already doing just that.
The next moment, the two of them were entwined, their lips locked together.
Fu Qian appropriated a comment without saying much more and simply took a seat nearby.
On either side of him, the brown-haired woman’s male companion, a middle-aged man with slightly graying hair, was utterly engrossed in watching the two intimate women.
And on the other side, sat a tall man with long hair.
“Actually, you don’t need to rush to entertain us, just take care of the two ladies first.”
Seeing Fu Qian sit down, the long-haired man handed him a glass of wine.
“Really? They don’t seem to need much looking after from where I’m sitting.”
Fu Qian glanced back and saw the two ladies already rolling together, inadvertently revealing enticing glimpses.
Sometimes I feel out of place among you because I’m not twisted enough.
With a sigh of admiration, Fu Qian placed the wine glass on the table and turned his attention to the man who had initiated the conversation with him.
Compared to the others, the long-haired man was dressed a bit more normally.
Of course, this normalcy was only relative, slightly less flamboyant, not making him stand out like a chandelier at first glance.
On his face, he wore a butterfly-shaped mask, different from most people, boasting a seductive bright blue color on its surface.
More importantly, unlike the brown-haired woman’s companion who was engrossed in the spectacle, this man did not exude that heavy scent of arousal.
To be exact, he was the complete opposite.
Sitting there, he was not only void of any obvious excitement, but his demeanor was unnaturally calm.
Every movement, every syllable in his speech, was perfectly measured, impeccable.
However, it was precisely this that made him seem all the more bizarre.
“You seem somewhat disengaged,”
Upon hearing Fu Qian’s words, the long-haired man let out a low chuckle and gestured towards the distance.
“But that’s okay, after all, this is just the beginning. You will soon blend in.”
“Is that so? I’m rather looking forward to it,”
Following the direction he pointed, Fu Qian turned his head to glance at the dance floor, where it seemed a few more people had joined.
Some peculiar sounds, mixed with the music, made the whole space increasingly ambiguous.
“This is the complete form of humanity,”
The long-haired man admired the scene before him, emitting a series of exclamations.
“In the caress of indulgence, pleasure grows wildly.”
“Only the incompetent suppress their desires. It’s a pity, most of humanity is cowardly and inept.”
“Do you know what’s the most deserving of celebration?”
Fu Qian watched the man who was so eloquently speaking about carnal matters, with an impeccable smile on his face.
“That is, we are different from them.”
“The word ‘we’ should be used with caution, the differences between individuals are indeed greater than one could imagine,”
Fu Qian deeply agreed with the man’s statement.
“But I haven’t seen your indulgence?”
“My way is different from yours,”
The long-haired man’s response was shrouded in mystery.
“This method requires a special talent, so it’s not suitable for everyone.”
So even in this state, he was actually experiencing a different kind of pleasure?
Fu Qian nodded thoughtfully.
Just at that moment, the sound of breaking glass echoed through the room.
Looking up, two voluptuous bodies lay on the table, knocking down Fu Qian’s wine glass.
The entangled pair of women had their masks off, revealing faces heavily caked with makeup.
And the noises they made, overlaid with the ambiguous echoes of the hall, made the breathing of those around Fu Qian heavier, the salinity index reaching a new high.
Was the atmosphere indeed heating up?
Fu Qian felt as though he could sense the crowd coalescing into a single entity, with himself being the odd one out.
Lost in thought, the brown-haired woman lying down happened to look his way.
As their eyes met, her desire-filled gaze was hazy, as if holding a kind of magic to awaken the deepest desires within.
Regrettably, all she received in return was Fu Qian’s dead fish eyes.
A few seconds later, the woman’s expression turned to confusion, followed quickly by a change to horror.
Sitting up abruptly, she shook as she pointed at Fu Qian, gasping for air, and let out a scream.
“He… he doesn’t have an invitation!”