Special Drink

In a daze, as if startled awake from a dream, the young man named Yu Yuan shuddered violently. He looked around in confusion.

What had he been doing just now?

He felt as though he had inexplicably spaced out for a moment.

But in the next second, the young man tossed these thoughts to the back of his mind. Yes, that didn’t matter. What mattered was that the item was now in his big brother’s hands!

“I must take it back!”

This thought was so unprecedentedly strong that it caused him to completely ignore all the abnormalities within himself and his surroundings. He urgently pushed aside the two bodyguards who were somehow standing in his way and stepped toward the elevator.

However, at that moment, he saw the dull-eyed Amy. Hmm? When did she get back?

Whatever, that didn’t matter either.

The lingering rage in his heart had not dissipated, so Yu Yuan stepped forward without hesitation and slapped the woman across the face. He snatched the shopping bags she was holding. “How the hell are you so slow at buying a shirt? Do you want to die?! I… Forget it, I have urgent business today so I’ll let you off. Do it again and you’re fired!”

As he spoke, he tossed his coat to Amy—who was noticeably a beat slower than usual—and stripped off his blood-stained shirt while walking toward the elevator. After changing into a fresh one, he initially meant to drop the dirty shirt, but for some reason, he paused for a second and ended up carrying it into the elevator. Simultaneously, he remembered something else.

“Right, isn’t that piece of trash still in the room? Leave one person behind to lock him up somewhere else. I’ll deal with him when I have time!”

He pointed out one bodyguard to stay behind and quickly boarded the elevator with the remaining four.

The remaining bodyguard watched the elevator doors close, then turned toward the man in the room who was hanging between life and death. After only a few steps, he was suddenly drawn to two black, cold objects on the floor.

The familiar appearance made his expression change. He instinctively reached for his holster, only to find it empty.

“Shit! How did these fall out!”

Cold sweat broke out on the bodyguard’s brow. He rushed over in two steps, picked up the two handguns, and inspected them carefully. After confirming they were the same as before, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, they had just fallen; they hadn’t misfired, and the Second Young Master hadn’t noticed. Otherwise, he would have been in real trouble!

Still, he couldn’t understand why the guns would just drop to the floor for no reason—and why one of them belonged to his partner.

“Inexplicable…”

He tried to think, but suddenly felt that such things weren’t worth wasting time on—yes, none of it was important. A wonderfully beautiful voice seemed to declare this in his mind.

The bodyguard couldn’t resist—and didn’t want to resist—that voice from within. He instantly tossed aside all doubts and thoughts. After checking to ensure nothing else was left behind, he walked over to the scarred man.

He gave the man a kick but saw no reaction. He didn’t know if the man was dead or alive, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. Grabbing him, he quickly left through the emergency exit.

With the departure of the last two people, the massive presidential suite finally fell into complete silence.

But it only lasted for less than two seconds.

“Mmph!”

On a single-seater sofa directly facing the floor-to-ceiling window, a woman who had been ignored by everyone from start to finish stretched luxuriously. A satisfied sigh escaped her dripping-red lips.

But soon, she expressed dissatisfaction with the clothes she was wearing. With a look of disgust, she stood up decisively and stripped off the thick jacket.

Then came the shoes and socks, the ill-fitting jeans, and even the T-shirt and underwear eventually fell victim to her hands.

Once she was completely free from restraint, wearing nothing but the band-aids bought from the small supermarket, she stood in the empty room and nodded in satisfaction.

“This is much more comfortable.”

Twisting her body slightly, the woman walked slowly across the soft, thick carpet to the window. She folded her arms, propping up her massive chest.

Her crimson eyes peered through the glass at the city below, flickering as if she were contemplating something.

After a long time, she withdrew her gaze.

The woman returned to the sofa and picked up a fresh wine glass from the nearby rack. She didn’t touch the expensive wines on the coffee table or in the cabinet. Instead, she sat back on the sofa and gently swirled the empty glass with one hand. Suddenly, a small amount of dreamlike, thick nectar appeared inside.

The seven-colored liquor seemed to directly reflect the desires of the human heart. Transparent bubbles rose within it from time to time; as they burst, phantom figures could be seen flickering briefly within them.

The woman crossed her legs, tilting her head to watch the bubbles rise and burst silently. Once they had all vanished, she slowly brought the glass to her lips.

“Such a weak flavor.”

She smacked her lips with slight dissatisfaction, but still tilted her snow-white neck and drained the specially blended drink filled with the power of desire.

As the drink settled, a faint pink hue surfaced on her fair skin. She opened her squinted eyes, her gaze glowing with an increasingly bright light.

“Not enough…”

One glass was not enough. Not nearly enough.

Now, she needed more “special drinks.”

Clink.

The transparent glass was tossed aside. The succubus rose again, her movements creating a surge of “waves.”

Sensing the vibrant auras scattered throughout the hotel, her eyes were calm yet burning with heat. The scent diffusing around her seemed to sense her mood, becoming even more sweet and dreamlike.

However…

“Before that, I should take a shower and change my clothes.”

Yes, dining required a sense of ritual. She wasn’t one of those crude creatures who lacked both table manners and etiquette.