This reply stunned Hela. It wasnât the messy, evasive excuse she had imagined, but a sincere response, even carrying a hint of apology.
"Youâre injured? Is it serious?"
After sending it, Hela herself froze.
Shouldnât she be asking about Kaiâs matter, inquiring what kind of information it was? Why was her first concern that bastardâs safety?
Wouldnât it be better if he died? At least if she lost this competition, she could let it go, and she wouldnât have to suffer his threats anymore in the future.
"Itâs fine, just a surface wound."
"Let me prepare over the next couple of days. Iâll help you settle these troublesome matters first!"
"I know youâre decisive, a pragmatic person who weighs pros and cons. You donât mind sleeping with me after considering the benefits."
"Thatâs your business. I want you as my bitch to fuck comfortably, thatâs my own desire. But first and foremost, I wonât let you suffer any grievances."
"If itâs not too troublesome, even if my bones were broken, Iâd still come over and fuck you properly all night."
"Checking how much your blowjob skills have improved, fucking your virgin little asshole nice and proper, Iâm the one whoâs most frustrated, okay?"
His words were overwhelmingly domineering, instantly scattering all of Helaâs discontent.
Even that feeling of first love grew more subtle. The sensation of being protected felt so wonderful, so intoxicating, that Hela spent the whole night worrying about just what injury he had suffered.
But she didnât dare ask. That night was destined to be filled with anxious unease.
After eating a piece of tripe, Winslet asked, "You brat, what are you doing on your phone? Your teacherâs wife asks you out for a drink, and youâre this impatient?"
Luis immediately put his phone down, picked up his large mug of draft beer, clinked it with hers, and answered with a laugh, "Iâm thrilled that Teacherâs Wife thought of me. How could there possibly be any situation like what youâre implying?"
"Oho, saying it like you mean it. Whatâs the big crime in your teacherâs wife having a drink at her age?"
Somehow, the conversation drifted back to the topic of male models again.
Winslet said excitedly, "My girlfriend went on a trip to South and said they have SPA massages there specifically for women, staffed entirely by handsome guys. Damn, it made me so envious!"
"Damn it, when I go for massages here, itâs all burly aunties and uncles, and theyâre all strictly legitimate."
Luis joked, "If Teacherâs Wife is really interested, I can ask around for you."
"You can really find out?"
"Yes!"
Luis immediately called Blanche. Nowadays, he liked asking her about everything, she seemed like a walking encyclopedia on all the shady and underground affairs in this city.
Blanche said sheâd never heard of that kind of SPA in the city, but some nightclubs did have male models, what people commonly call male prostitutes or "ducks."
Then she sent over a few photos. The so-called male models in the pictures were all in their twenties, which counted as young.
But their style... was really hard to describe. Some had greasy hair and powdered faces, clearly the submissive type.
Some dressed like non-conformists; the more fashionable ones were practically "spirited youths." They were all flashy, and crucially, not a single one was handsome-looking.
Although there were no fat ones, the problem was they were all as skinny as bamboo poles, the kind that looked like they had barely any meat on their bones. It seemed like theyâd been drained weak from being overworked by rich older women.
"Oh shit!!"
Winslet spat out a mouthful of beer upon seeing this, coughing repeatedly and unable to help but curse.
"What kind of monsters and freaks are these. Are rich womenâs tastes so heavy now, can rural non mainstream types come out to make money too."
"Damn it... I, a mere mortal, really canât understand it."
Luis watched with a face full of black lines and said, "Teacherâs wife, I suddenly feel much more confident. If I were to enter that line of work, I would absolutely be the top attraction."
"Damn it, if I ran into these freaks, if they dared touch my fruit platter Iâd dare call the police."
Winslet handed the phone back, lifted her eyes to look at Luis, then covered her mouth with a giggle, saying, "Donât look, flowers still need green leaves to set them off."
"After seeing these things, then looking at my good disciple, heâs simply dashingly handsome, lucky enough to become Wood Nan."
Luis also laughed with smug vanity, "Nonsense, I donât just have a face, I have a body too. Every night Lily has to kiss my abs before sheâs willing to sleep."
Winslet was slightly taken aback, then smiled with a mischievous look, "You were so skinny before, and now you say youâve developed abs. Youâre not boasting, are you."
"How would I dare boast to my teacherâs wife."
"Then show me next time."
With the alcohol taking effect, they chatted more and more wildly. They ate until eleven, already fully satiated with food and drink. Luis was still alright, just feeling a bit too full, slightly drunk but not truly intoxicated.
After several trips to the restroom, Winsletâs eyes were starting to squint, yawning constantly and unable to muster any energy. It seemed she was also feeling the effects of the drink.
Alcohol has always been a matchmaker for lust. Originally, Luis couldnât control his rising lustful thoughts, but then Winslet suddenly received a phone call.
"Hey, Mom, Iâm right downstairs, going home soon."
This call felt like a bucket of cold water dumped over Luisâs head. Winslet swayed as she stood up, saying, "Little Luis, help support your lady. This old lady is returning to her palace."
"Okay, okay."
Luis stepped forward and took her arm, feeling very displeased inside.
He couldnât help but say, "Teacherâs wife, you must be very tired living like this. Youâre such a grown woman, and itâs not even midnight yet, but your mother is already calling you."
"Itâs better now. When I was in school it was even scarier. I couldnât even go out after finishing dinner."
Winslet sighed, "Back then, forget nightclubs, I wasnât even really allowed to go to class reunions. Thinking about it, I donât know how I got through it."
Luis said sympathetically, "Teacherâs wife, then youâre living too tiring a life. You have to set an example for your daughter, and your parents are so overbearing."
Winslet remained silent and did not refute. She just turned her head, looking at Luis with her bright, drunken eyes, and said with a smile, "Luis is still the most considerate, knowing your teacherâs wifeâs life isnât going smoothly."
Winslet said somewhat haltingly, "Next time, Iâll just say Iâm on a business trip. Damn it, I just wonât go home overnight."
"Then your teacherâs wife will find you for drinks again, weâll drink to our heartâs content, haha."
"Chatting with little Luis is the happiest. Oh right, you have to help your teacherâs wife ask where there are male models."
"Find a place with women doing SPA, the not legitimate kind, even in another city is fine. Letâs take a spontaneous trip."
His heart full of lust suddenly turned into pity. Seeing her staggering steps, Luis couldnât help but directly embrace her, supporting her body steady from under her ribs.
Their bodies pressed close together through thin clothing. The softness and fleshy scent of the mature woman momentarily stirred ripples in Luisâs heart. Looking again at his teacherâs wifeâs drunkenly flushed, delicate face made it even more tempting.
But their community was bustling with people coming and going, all acquaintances, so Luis dared not overstep any boundaries.
Along the way, Winslet also restrained herself, not daring to speak those unrestrained drunken words anymore.
She lived on the second floor. The most extreme part was that Winsletâs mother was already waiting downstairs. Seeing her daughter drunk and being supported by an unfamiliar man.
The old ladyâs face instantly turned unpleasant. She pulled Winslet over while saying.
"A woman drinking so much alcohol, what kind of behavior is that. Look at the state youâre in."
"What if you encounter all sorts of messy people. Really."
"Hearts are separated by bellies. You know, not everyone outside is a good person."
Saying this right in front of Luis was almost like cursing him. Luis silently rolled his eyes and said nothing.
After the old lady finished speaking, she didnât even say a word of greeting, just dragged Winslet upstairs. Winslet hadnât drunk too much and wasnât seriously drunk. She gave Luis an apologetic look and obediently followed.
Already married with children, a thirty something independent lawyer still being disciplined like this. Fatty really was right before.
He said his wife was good in every way, but this mother in lawâs mouth was foul and her control was strict, leading to their marital relationship almost breaking down.