亚洲熟妇另类

However, it did not stop him from fancying young girls. He enjoyed whipping them and liked painting their bodies in freshly melted wax. The way the wax bloomed on their bodies, like flowery spirals forming intricate patterns, was one of his greatest pastimes. The current auction was one of the best ways for him to find fresh meat to fuel his sadistic pleasures.

It was love at first sight for Huang Hai when Lin Xia stepped on stage.

Lin Xia had a pair of doe-like eyes, fair skin, and a figure exclusive to dancers.

As he stared at Lin Xia through the video feed, Huang Hai could not help but drool. He felt his loins stirring for the first time in many years.

A staff member helped Lin Xia into the room and lay her on the bed.

The staff member was a tall, middle-aged woman with a shriveled appearance.

Huang Hai rolled his eyes as he glanced at the staff member. Someone like her could only serve as a foil to a beauty like Lin Xia.

He stared hungrily at Lin Xia’s prone form on the bed and said, “Alright, you may leave now.”

Huang Hai shoved the staff member aside and pounced on the bed, not noticing whether the middle-aged woman had left. Like a disgusting worm, he began wriggling on Lin Xia’s body, having his way with her.

Just as he was about to get his whip, he noticed the staff member standing to one side.

“Are you one of Qiao Yi’s underlings? How can you be so insensible? Why haven’t you left?”

The middle-aged woman glanced at Huang Hai but did not do as he bade.

Huang Hai’s anger rumbled to the surface, threatening to explode. He raised his hand and launched his whip at the staff member.

Unfortunately for him, the shriveled, middle-aged woman had sharp eyes and quick hands. She grabbed the whip and pulled, causing Huang Hai to tip forward and crash onto the floor.

Huang Hai landed in a heap of tangled limbs, his voluptuous body doing him no favors in scrambling back to his feet. No sooner had he tried to stand than a hand came throttling down, forcing him back.

He tried to call for help but was cut off, like a broken fan with one of its blades whirring in disrepair.

The strength of the individual who had struck him down could not have come from a woman. Huang Hai realized the middle-aged woman was a man in disguise!

By the time he realized what was going on, the other party had already struck his vitals, rendering him unconscious.

The middle-aged woman took off her mask, revealing the face of a young man.

“Some people are just outrageous…”

He put on his mask and followed another staff member waiting outside back to the private room.

Another staff member stepped out, holding the hand of a girl. The two exchanged a look.

“Once she is delivered, your mission will be over. You can take a break after that. Mr. Andy’s tip will be transferred to your account,” the staff member leading the girl said.

In the private room, the lights were still flashing red and green. The girls stood in a line, waiting for their turn. Not one knew they were being strung along; they had no idea the endless abyss their companions were marching into.

Jin Lu was next.

She took out her electric guitar and played a death metal song.

Jin Lu’s body camera faced Andy, allowing Qiao Yue to study him.

Andy faced the camera. No, it was more accurate to say he was staring straight at Jin Lu.

He showed an extraordinary interest in Jin Lu, and his eyes shone in a way they never did when he watched the other contestants perform.

After Jin Lu finished her song, she was brought aside.

Andy patted Qiao Yi’s shoulder and said, “Don’t make any arrangements for the previous one.”

Qiao Yi was a little surprised. Although Jin Lu’s approach was a little strange, several people still bid on her, and their bids were not any lower than Lin Xia’s. Why did Andy not want him to arrange anything for her?

“She is mine.” Andy took a sip of wine, revealing a wolfish smile.

“In that case, the auction fee… The highest offer was 1.2 million yuan,” Qiao Yi said carefully.

“I’ll transfer 1.2 million yuan to your account.”

“Alright,” he said. Qiao Yi smiled flatteringly, unaware of his son’s sorrowful eyes as he sat beside him.

He had heard the entire conversation, and Qiao Ze felt deep sorrow.