Eight hundred beauties gathered in one hall.
The overwhelming mix of perfumes filling the room made Gao Sijin dizzy. It reminded him of ancient emperors indulging in nightly revelries, lives steeped in luxury and decadence. This scene probably wasn’t far off.
Yu Qingxue’s apartment was huge, a duplex with over six hundred square meters of space in total. It had a private cinema, a gym, and a ballroom. Gao Sijin had always found her home rather empty, but now, it was anything but empty—it was incredibly crowded.
Besties arriving one after another for the back-to-school party quickly packed the entire apartment. Most of them were from J-Country, but there were also many girls from other nations. In just a few short minutes, over twenty girls had arrived. If you counted their nationalities, you could probably assemble the UN Security Council Permanent Members, the G8, and the BRICS nations.
And what Gao Sijin found most unbelievable was that almost all these girls were top-tier beauties, each exuding an exotic charm.
From his past experience, beautiful women didn’t necessarily like befriending other beautiful women—that would drastically diminish their own allure. They usually preferred to stand next to girls slightly less attractive than themselves, making themselves shine brighter. Placed on any street, each of these girls would turn heads.
But here, they seemed somewhat ordinary, reduced to mere foils for Yu Qingxue.
“So, Sijin?” Yu Qingxue quietly moved beside him and lowered her voice. “Anyone catch your eye? If you like any of the girls, just tell me later. I’ll help set you up and wish you a speedy end to your single days.”
“I don’t need that.”
Deep in Gao Sijin’s heart, there was only the kimono girl he had met that day at the library.
Her existence was deeply imprinted in the depths of his heart, unforgettable forever.
“Look at you. So many gorgeous women here with you, and you can’t even smile?”
“Didn’t I smile?”
“That perfunctory smile of yours is worse than no smile at all. We’re not idiots. Besides, Sijin, haven’t you noticed? Everyone is very warm to you, and most of them have never had a boyfriend. You have to seize the opportunity!”
Seize the opportunity?
Maybe Yu Qingxue was right. When Gao Sijin walked into the ballroom, the girls cast him gazes so enthusiastically friendly it made his back crawl.
Wolves few, meat plentiful. If he wanted to end his single life today, it would probably be effortless.
But it was her silhouette alone that Gao Sijin could never manage to forget.
Yu Qingxue and the girls held wine glasses. The amber liquid was crystal clear. Dazzling, colorful lights illuminated the entire ballroom, pushing the atmosphere to its peak. The stage was decorated with a profusion of flowers; the whole apartment was adorned in extravagant splendor.
On a long table nearby lay gleaming silver cutlery. Vases with slender necks held thorny red roses. On a brownish-red leather sofa sat several girls as elegant and dignified as the Yamato Nadeshiko ideal. They chatted softly in Japanese, and when they noticed Gao Sijin passing by, they didn’t forget to invite him to join their conversation.
Faced with their attention, Gao Sijin awkwardly retreated. They were all very pretty girls, but with over twenty arriving at once, Gao Sijin simply couldn’t remember their names. Was it Matsumoto or Matsuzaka? Calling someone by the wrong name would definitely be embarrassing.
On the stage, a few girls formed a band, each holding different instruments. The unembellished performance of a piano and violin sonata began. The lively music soared to the clouds, the melodious and delightful tune making hearts surge. Several girls, unable to resist the enchanting melody, spontaneously began to dance.
“Care to dance with me, Sijin?”
Yu Qingxue, in a strapless, brownish-red evening gown, sauntered toward Gao Sijin. This color was especially difficult to pull off, but on Yu Qingxue alone, it accentuated her jade-like complexion and elegant, gorgeous features. Her usual waist-length, tight high ponytail was now completely freed.
Half of her silky long hair was coiled up with a silver ribbon, while the remaining dark tresses cascaded like a waterfall over her snowy shoulders, making her appear even colder and more slender than usual.
Gao Sijin had always treated Yu Qingxue like one of the guys, but now, looking at her up close, he couldn’t help but react. He knew this was embarrassing, so he said:
“I need to go to the restroom.”
But just as he was about to turn and flee, the red dress swayed lightly, blocking his escape route. Yu Qingxue whispered in his ear.
“Don’t try to run, Sijin. I know you reacted to me. You’re a guy, after all. It’s a normal physiological response. I don’t mind.”
“Let me explain…”
The moment Gao Sijin opened his mouth, Yu Qingxue’s slender white finger pressed against his lips.
“Don’t speak. Just listen.”
Every cell of the meticulously dressed Yu Qingxue exuded a captivating, bewitching charm.
Close your eyes.
The dance music had already begun.
A cool touch on his palm—Yu Qingxue had already grabbed his hand. Domineering like a queen, with a gentle pull, she drew Gao Sijin right in front of her. His gaze inadvertently swept over the deep, milk-white ravine beneath the overlapping peaks—a truly shocking sight.
“Hiss…”
A long leg wrapped in black stockings gently brushed against Gao Sijin’s still unrested, heated member, making him almost cry out in surprise. But Yu Qingxue immediately silenced him.
“Tsk, such an honest body.”
Yu Qingxue didn’t consider him a pervert. That was truly a blessing in a misfortune.
Actually, she was the perverted one. Any other woman, feeling such a sensation, would surely find it dirty and scream loudly. But Yu Qingxue didn’t care at all; she was instead exceedingly smug.
“Forget that girl you’re destined never to meet again. It’s Yu Qingxue time now.”
Gao Sijin tried to shake off her cool hand, but Yu Qingxue’s strength prevented him from breaking free.
“Do I not even have the face to share one dance with you?”
A flicker of annoyance appeared on Yu Qingxue’s exquisite, stunningly beautiful face.
“No…”
“Then be good and listen.”
Thus, Gao Sijin was forced onto the stage like a duck driven onto a perch. He had never danced before, let alone with a peerless beauty like Yu Qingxue.
If he made one wrong move, he was bound to make a fool of himself.
“Maybe we should forget it. I’m afraid of losing face.”
“It’s fine. These are all my good besties; they won’t laugh at you.”
When Gao Sijin was pulled onto the stage, colored spotlights shone on him and Yu Qingxue. She pressed close, forcing him to feel the softness of her two mounds. A few strands of fallen hair tickled the side of his face.
He wanted to escape, yet he also wanted to dance. He wanted freedom, yet he also wanted to surrender his body to Yu Qingxue’s control.
“I’ve never danced before…”
“It’s fine. I’ll guide you slowly.”
