The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

But she couldn't get out.

A group of scantily clad women suddenly appeared. She was violently shoved and pushed into the middle of the group. Two menacing-looking men threatened her and forced her into a private room.

She was completely drunk. The private room was already filled with all sorts of people, all out having fun, their faces revealing undisguised lust. The man behind her nudged her, and the girls stepped forward. The men, after identifying their prey with their eyes, picked up their wine glasses and tossed the white pills scattered on the table into them.

The pills dissolved instantly in water and disappeared quickly. Some people drank them and then fed them to their female companions, while others engaged in romantic drinking games. However, the girls who drank the pills became incredibly wanton, tearing at their clothes and wrapping their soft bodies around the men. Soon, the private room was filled with blush-inducing, heart-pounding gasps.

Even though Su Wen had drunk too much, she was somewhat sobered up by the shock. She stood there trembling, watching a fat man walk towards her. The man tried to touch her face, but she shrank back, and his hand missed. Then, another hand grabbed the groping hand that was reaching for her.

When Su Wen first met Lu Zheng, she didn't find him particularly handsome. Perhaps it was the lighting in the private room, but he appeared unusually pale, possibly due to drug use. His thin face was sculpted with distinct features, each stroke seemingly meticulously crafted. His upturned eyes gave him a somewhat rebellious air. Tall and slender, his knuckles protruded white when he gripped his hand tightly.

The obese man was about to explode when he looked up and saw the man's face. He then sheepishly retreated and went off to find another target.

Suwen knew that even if the groper let her go, other men would come along. Rather than being used as a prostitute anyway, she might as well find one she liked and pretend she was the one paying for his services!

She didn't miss the opportunity and leaned into his arms. He seemed to freeze for a moment, but then he covered it up, naturally placing his hand on her waist and pulling her back to the sofa.

The man who was already entangled on the sofa next to him suddenly looked up from between the woman's white breasts and raised his wine glass to him: "Lu Zheng, let's play together."

She then learned that his name was Lu Zheng.

A faint hint of mockery flickered in Lu Zheng's calm, dark eyes, the meaning of which was unreadable to anyone. He didn't refuse, raising the wine glass containing the dissolved pill, and said casually, "Let's play together."

He tilted his head back and took a sip, his sexy neck arching back, his Adam's apple bobbing—a posture of unparalleled elegance that made Su Wen's eyes widen. In this place where all sorts of people mingled, he reminded her of a prince.

He asked her, "Do you want it?"

She knew that if she drank that wine, she would become like the other girls, losing herself. She still took the glass and, using the rim of the glass he had just drunk from, took a small sip. The astringent yet sweet aftertaste of the red wine lingered in her mouth. She imitated the other girls around her, hooking her arms around his neck and tilting her head back to kiss him.

He didn't dodge; their two cool lips touched, and gradually the temperature rose. He probed his tongue into her mouth, the tip still carrying the sweetness of red wine, and they entangled and struggled.

The medicine seemed to be taking effect. Suwen felt as if he were floating on clouds, very light. His hand slid down and slipped inside her collar. She let out a soft moan. He suddenly stopped and asked her, "Are you sure you want to perform here in public?"

Suwen shook her head in a daze. Even though they were really doing it here, and no one would have time to watch, she was still not used to being watched.

His hand rested on her waist, and her body suddenly felt lighter. His deep, magnetic voice whispered in her ear, "I don't like my woman being seen by others either."

She was overjoyed by those words.

He woke up in a hotel room. He had taken off his coat and was wearing only a thin shirt, the collar of which was unbuttoned, revealing his elegant neck and beautiful muscles.

Honestly, the men in the private room tonight were all of varying quality, but they were clearly the kind of thugs from the streets. This guy, however, seemed like a prince traveling incognito, exceptionally handsome and distinguished. Since I was going to lose my virginity anyway, I might as well choose one I liked.

There was a bathroom in the room, and he asked her, "Would you like to take a shower?"

She nodded and asked, "Will you wash first, or should I? Or should we wash together?"

He chuckled for some reason, sat down on the windowsill, lit a cigarette, and said, "You go ahead and wash."

She went inside. The effects of the drug often made her forget to think, causing her to do irrational things and say incomprehensible things. For example, right now, she desperately wanted to tear off her clothes and embrace a real body.

She raised her hazy eyes, looked at her blurry reflection in the mirror, and gave a sarcastic laugh.

There was no hot water, and the icy water splashed on her, making her shiver and suddenly snap back to reality. That's how this medicine is; it doesn't make you faint, but it does cause alternating periods of confusion and clarity—it's very strange.

She lingered while washing herself, until her teeth were chattering from the cold, before finally coming out wrapped in a bath towel.

He stubbed out his cigarette, turned to look at her bluish lips, and asked curiously, "Do you have a habit of taking cold showers?"

She said, trembling, "I forgot to turn on the hot water..."

He chuckled, stood up, and carried her into the bathroom through the towel. Hot water gushed out, and he pushed her inside, saying, "Don't you need me to help you wash?"

She shook her head blankly. Just as he was about to turn around, his sleeve was suddenly grabbed. She grabbed him with her other hand, and he was caught off guard. Half of his body fell into the water, which splashed onto his body and face, soaking him completely.

He frowned in annoyance and glared at Suwen. Then, right in front of her, he deftly took off his wet shirt and trousers, leaving only a thin piece of fabric covering his body.

He had a really good physique, at least 1.85 meters tall, with perfect proportions and smooth, flat skin. She couldn't help but reach out and touch it. He couldn't resist any longer, turned around, pressed her against the smooth tiles of the bathroom, and kissed her fiercely.

Hot water was poured over their heads, flowing down their heads and into their mouths and noses. She choked badly and could only breathe by relying on the oxygen he brought her.

He finally released her; her face was flushed red, and she was still coughing incessantly.

"What's your name?"

"Susu." Seeing his dissatisfaction, she repeated, "Nie Suwen."

Do you know my name?

"Lu Zheng." She answered honestly.

He held her slender shoulders, his deep gaze sweeping over her bare body several times. Suwen impatiently grabbed his hand and decisively covered her full breasts with it.

His eyes deepened, their beauty like obsidian in the misty steam. He leaned down, repeatedly nibbling at her chin, neck, and collarbone, then burying his face in her chest—a habit so animalistic. His long, slender fingers moved rhythmically, like a musical instrument, tracing down her spine, across her soft waist, and stopping at her lower abdomen.

Suwen couldn't help but moan softly, her body growing hot. She leaned closer to him, but the water made her feel unsteady and slippery. Lu Zheng paused, seeing her only writhing helplessly, her reactions becoming increasingly awkward, and couldn't help but ask, "Is this your first time...?"

Suwen gritted her teeth: "Is there a difference?"

He thought for a moment: "I've heard it hurts a lot the first time."

Su Wen's eyes darted around: "...Is this your first time too?"

He became visibly uncomfortable, but the steam prevented him from blushing.

She asked him, "How old are you?"

"Twenty. And you?"

"eighteen."

Suwen thought: What an interesting man. If it's both of their first times, then she hasn't really lost out.

They chatted casually like that, and gradually Lu Zheng found his rhythm.

She was asking him, "Do you go to school? What do you usually do?" when suddenly a tearing pain shot through her. She bit her lip hard to stop herself from screaming.

He stopped abruptly, afraid to move, and put his finger in her mouth: "I'll let you bite, don't bite yourself."

Bright red blood beads were already seeping onto her parted lips.

She gave a weak laugh: "You're really something." It was just a relationship of prostitution and being prostituted, yet he first said, "I don't like my woman being seen by others," and then shoved his finger into her mouth to bite.

He remained silent, a few veins bulging on his forehead as he suppressed his anger. She chuckled softly, mimicking his earlier actions, and lowered her neck to bite his Adam's apple. He roared, no longer caring whether she was in pain, and grabbed her slender white thighs, launching into a fierce attack.

Suwen winced in pain, her delicate eyebrows furrowing, but she forced herself not to utter a sound. To distract herself, she continued to chat with him casually.

"Hey, am I heavy?"

"Hmm... um... it's alright..."

She leaned against the smooth bathroom wall, her whole body dangling from him, his hands supporting her hips, her entire weight resting on him.

She was in so much pain that she gasped for breath and said, "Don't you think we should watch some videos of Aoi Sora and Maria Ozawa before we start fighting?"

"Okay, let's watch it together later..."

He was working hard while answering her with a serious expression, looking incredibly sexy. Suddenly, she had a mischievous thought and wrapped her thighs tightly around his waist. He gasped and bit her lip hard, tightening his grip on her hand as he stiffened his back in a shiver.

Suwen felt weak and limp in his arms, listening to the strong, powerful heartbeat in his chest, so close, so clear, as if connected to her own. These two complete strangers were now so close, as if they were born to be together.

Once, under her parents' wings, she had thought about things like "a harmonious marriage" and "growing old together," but now she only finds them absurd and laughable.

His trembling forehead pressed against hers, letting out a satisfied yet heavy sigh. Suwen carefully brushed the hair from his forehead, thinking: Who cares about love or not? Nothing in this world lasts forever anyway. Who will remember whom tomorrow? Let's just enjoy the moment and be merry.