Chapter 25 - : The night of desire (2/2)

After drinking two cups of whisky, my head begins to hurt a little. Gently pressing the temple, I remember the warning from Wood that I should not drink.

I look up at my own reflection on the glass of the wine cabinet, sometimes vague, and sometimes clear.

When I was injured, in order to deal with the wound, the hospital shaved off my hair in the middle of the head. For beauty, I simply found a place to shave all my hair short. Now, although it looks awkward, it is not too abrupt.

The face on the glass, there are some red, and a sparkling light in my eyes.

Is that me?

I smile at the glass, with a wry smile at the corners of my mouth. Thinking of Juan's words.

”This circle, if you come in, then you won't be able to get out!”

But what strikes me even more is the other word from Juan:” If you enter this circle, you may get fortune, money, position that you can't imagine! You can get what an ordinary person dreams of!”

I admit my heart is really moved!

I really feel enchanted!

I myself am also a young man and have ambitious too. I also hope to get ahead one day!

Shaking my head, I sit down with a glass of whisky on the soft carpet on the floor.

Just then, I suddenly hear that the bedroom door in the suite open gently.

A slender & soft figure appears half way out of the door, and by the soft light of the room I see a fair pretty face facing me, bleary-eyed, half-clothed, revealing a white, pink shoulder; let the heartbeat rise under the cloth let a man's heart bulge.

I am startled for a while, but before I could react, the figure seems to be startled either. Utters a short exclamation, then quickly escape.

Umm?

But then the door opens a little, and this time the figure comes out softly, as if she is hesitant and afraid of me.

I see clearly that it is one of the two beautiful twin girls who came in when I was bathing with Juan in the evening.

She seems just woken up, her long hair drapes over her shoulders, her face somewhat flushes and languid, and she is wearing only a snow-white shirt, under which, by the dim light, there seems to be only one piece of underwear. Under the shirt, is a pair of round and sturdy long legs, under the light, looks delicate and smooth. I feel dizzy while seeing such a scene.

The girl seems timid, takes a few steps closer, and hesitates to stop there, as if not knowing whether to come over. Her long, slender legs so completely exposed to my view, which close together, straight, with her delicate feet on the carpet. I can feel she's trembling.

I realize at once that she has been arranged to wait for me here.

Thinking of this, I suddenly smile, and then look at the girl. So we are looking at each other for a few seconds, I say: ”You. Are you the elder or the younger?”

She calms down, seems to remember her purpose here. Her face is showing some tension, biting her lip, carefully walking to my side, hands seems to be trying to pull me up.

I grab her small hands. Her palms are cold, but very soft, is the feeling I like. Then I pull harder, and the girl let out a low cry and falls into my arms. I lean over and sniff at her shivering neck.

It smells good!

”Don't you know talk? Are you the elder or the younger?” I smile, trying to keep my expression mild.

”The elder.” I finally hear her voice. Not surprisingly, it's as soft as a rabbit. It is a little sharp, but euphony.

I am a little surprised when I see that the fluster in her eyes is not disguised. She is really afraid of me, and now that we are so close together. I am holding her wrists. I can feel her pulse is beating fast.

I know what she does, and frankly, she's here to serve me. I think that's what she does for a living.

Some professional girls will deliberately pretend to a simple posture, or bird dependent look, to please the guests. But I can see that her expression is not faked, but real.

`You're afraid?”.

She nods, but then her face is turning pale and she shakes her head immediately.

”Are you afraid or not?” I'm more curious.

This time the girl doesn't even dare to move her head. She's just lookinat me straight with her eyes and dares not blink her eyelids.

I feel kind of funny. Looking at this girl who is as frightened as a rabbit, I suddenly feel something evil in my heart. I slowly put out a hand and almost naturally slip through her shirt.

The maiden's silky skin is as tender as a slip. My hand glides slowly along her soft waist and climbs up to a full bud in her bosom.

”Umm!” The girl's body suddenly stiffens, but then softens down, looking at my eyes with something strange.

As if to accept fate, she gives me a faint look, and then slowly closes her eyes.