Today's Yao Yao, abandoning her usual pink, was clad instead in a sky-blue sheath dress that perfectly showcased her stunning figure—the abundant feng of her chest, the pert curve of her rear, the long, sweeping lines of her legs—a vision that told every man what awe looked like, and every woman what true contours meant…
Her long hair, unbound, cascaded naturally over her shoulders instead of being pinned up. She exuded a touch less seductive charm, but gained an air of refined elegance, and it was precisely this subtlety that stirred the most primal flames within the men watching…
Every man present, whether old, young, or in between, held a single thought in their eyes and hearts: they would pay any price, no matter how steep, to possess this woman. To revel with such a beauty, what was losing a few decades of life in exchange?
Inside the private room, the moment Yao Yao appeared, Fang Jiuyou’s eyes locked onto her, utterly incapable of looking away…
Gazing upon her exquisite countenance, her proud ung peaks, her full, tempting un, glistening saliva began to slowly drip from the corner of his mouth. His eyes shimmered with raw light, the blood within him surging violently, and a certain part of him grew instantly, unmistakably hard…
As for Xuanyuan Ruoxing beside him, he had long ago decided to yield Yao Yao to Fang Jiuyou. He deeply understood the man’s importance to him; to curry favor, he was even prepared to offer his own sister…
Yet, the instant Yao Yao materialized, the uniquely masculine surge of testosterone within him screamed that this woman belonged to him, only to him, that no one else could steal her away—only he was fit to possess her…
Yes, only me, he emphasized the thought repeatedly, his eyes turning a stark, burning red…
“This woman is set for Young Master Fang! She is mine, she must be mine!” Fang Jiuyou’s inner fire blazed hotter, seemingly past the point of endurance. He grabbed a woman beside him, roughly tearing away her garments, and began violently ng thrusting into her right there…
Seeing Fang Jiuyou reduced to the behavior of a wild beast, Xuanyuan Ruoxing snapped back to reality. What kind of man was this, and what right did he have to contend with him for a woman?
“Heh heh, Brother Fang speaks the truth. Such peerless beauty—who besides Brother Fang is qualified to enjoy her?” With a look of deep, undeniable resentment toward the slowly emerging Yao Yao, Xuanyuan Ruoxing abandoned all pretense of dignity and forcefully shoved the head of the nearby woman down toward his genitals…
It wasn't just these two who lost their reason; countless other men in the private rooms felt their primal urges ignited by Yao Yao’s appearance, and they began their own carnal battles within their secluded spaces…
Suddenly, the entire Huaman Tower exuded an atmosphere thick with decadent scent, and Yao Yao had only just stepped out…
She hadn't uttered a single word yet. As for those in the main hall—men lacking the means of the nobility—they too found themselves unable to restrain their desire, their eyes bloodshot, wishing they could rush forward and claim Yao Yao on the spot…
Seeing the atmosphere completely electrified by Yao Yao’s entrance, the old madam’s face broke into a delighted smile. Truly, she was worthy of the title of the First Courtesan of Huaman Tower, the Flower Empress, Yao Yao. What woman in this world could compare to such captivating power…
“Hee hee, esteemed warriors, respected patrons, I presume no introduction is needed, as you all recognize this is our esteemed Miss Yao Yao of the Huaman Tower. Miss Yao Yao is not only beautiful, but—and this is the key—she remains a qingguan to this very day!” The moment the old madam released this news, it caused an immediate uproar. The renowned beauty who had graced Kyushu for years was still a virgin? This was gossip that would shake the entire realm…
“Old Mama, you cannot possibly be joking with us?” A man immediately shouted out. How could a famous courtesan who had spent years in a pleasure house still be untouched? And for a beauty like Yao Yao, which man could possibly exercise such restraint? Even ordinary men aside, surely those with power and influence would have laid claim to her affections…
“Heh heh, how could we at Huaman Tower, with so many branches across Kyushu, ever engage in a practice that deceives our esteemed clientele?” the old madam replied with a slight smile…
“Then what does Miss Yao Yao do? Does she not receive guests?” another man bellowed, his voice carrying…
It was absurd! A courtesan who didn't receive guests—was she still a courtesan?
“Heh heh, a good question from this honored guest. It’s not that our Miss Yao Yao refuses to receive guests; it’s that how many men in this world are truly worthy of receiving her hospitality?” At this point, the old madam chuckled with pride…
This statement was inherently offensive; it could have alienated every man in the room. Yet, inexplicably, upon seeing Yao Yao’s peerless beauty, not a single person dared to retort…
Indeed, such breathtaking beauty—how many men in this world dared to own her? How many men could own her?
“That is right, that is perfectly said, Old Mama. How few men in this world are worthy of possessing such a vision as Miss Yao Yao. I am admittedly unworthy, but I wonder if I might be so honored as to invite Miss Yao Yao to share a cup of wine…” At this moment, a crisp voice cut through the crowd, followed by the emergence of a man in white robes strolling forward. As the crowd looked, they saw a man handsome in features, fair-skinned, clad in exquisitely luxurious attire, speaking with an open and refined manner—clearly a scion of a reputable family…
“Scram! What qualifications does a bookish fool like you have to share a drink with Miss Yao Yao?” Immediately, a broad, tall man, though still quite handsome, stepped forward. Compared to the man in white, this fellow possessed a distinct air of ruggedness…
As these two stepped forward, more and more men began volunteering. Initially, they were all men of respectable appearance. By the end, even merchants as obese as pigs had put themselves forth, loudly proclaiming themselves the men most deserving of Miss Yao Yao’s favor…
Witnessing this spectacle, both Yao Yao and the old madam were stunned speechless. These people had no shame! Look at that fellow shaped like a meatball, claiming to be handsomer than Pan An—and who even was Pan An? And that guy, thin as a monkey, proclaiming himself the reincarnation of Andy Lau—who was Andy Lau?
“What right do a bunch of drunken gluttons have to share a drink with Miss Yao Yao? Clear out now if you know what’s good for you, or don’t blame this Young Master for getting rough…” Just as the argument reached its peak, a sharp roar echoed through the entire Huaman Tower…