Chapter 27 - : Vivi Young’s secret (1/2)

I've never been in a sports car like this. I don't know how much its worth, but it must be very, very expensive.

Sitting in the co-pilot's position, I feel a little constrained. Sports car's space is not big, with my height, the space makes me feel a little depression. The car's texture is metal structure. It's too luxury to let me dare touch.

Probably because of self-esteem, I don't show any embarrassment on my face. I just look at her coldly and draw a long, thin cigarette from the box.

”Fire?” I glance at her and spit out a word ambiguously.

Whith a hum, she throws me a lighter. I light a fire, but I couldn't prevent her from stepping on the accelerator. The sports car makes a roar and then running forward like a monster suddenly awakening.

The sudden intense sense of weightlessness causes me to stumble violently against the windshield in front of me and then crash back into my seat. The cigarette in my mouth falls on my clothes. When I pick it up, I find a hole in my trousers.

Fuck! My clothes! It is Juan just gave me tonight and it's very expensive!

I stare at her, but this woman does not pay attention to me, just concentrate on driving. The superior performance of the sports car like a whirlwind running out. I only see the buildings and trees on both sides of the whistle back and forth. I see the speed number on the dashboard, the woman is racing up to 140 yards.

I quickly pull out the safe belt to tie myself. She has already been driving the car on the highway.

The car is going all the way to the east suburb of the hill highway.

In the eastern suburbs of the city I live, there is a hill. The hill is not high and the elevation is two or three hundred meters. But it is seven or eight miles long. Such small hills are very common in southern area.

This hill is well afforested, and there is an ancient temple hundreds of years old, in addition to the tomb of one or two historical celebrities built here.

To tell the truth, if it is simply measured from the perspective of scenic spots, this place is nothing special. The scenery is just the same. But this hill has another reputation in this city.

This is a good place for men and women to have affairs.

Many people with cars like to drive up the hill, find a quiet fork in the road, or park next to a grove, then turn the lights off, put the car's seat level, and have sex in the car.

It is said that some people like such taste. It feels so exciting, kind of dissolving into nature and romantic.

Oh, yes, another name is ”field fight”.

So we here, if men are talking to each other, they ask each other vaguely: ”Did you go up to the hill last night?” It means: ”Did you have sex last night?”

It's almost kind of greeting.

While my minds are wandering, I see the car cut through the fork into the winding hill highway all the way, my eyes drifting toward Vivi Young involuntarily.

What does the woman want to do? Does she want me…with her?

She doesn't look like one of those women. Well, it's hard to say. This woman is from the United States. Isn't it a very open country? If she asks for me, will I say yes? We're all in the car already. Besides, her appearance is also extremely beautiful, I seem to suffer no loss.

Just when my mind is still in the masturbation, suddenly the car is violent shocking and stops.

I sober up, and I strike my middle finger to myself. What was I thinking? Is it still the evil fire burning from the twins?

But I do not regret coming out.

I am not a good person. I know this myself. I am not the guy do not like have sex with women.

I like beautiful women, and I like to make love with them. It wasn't to show my kindness or anything that I left two wonderful beautiful twins girls untouched.

The point is: The two girls were crying in pitifully. In that case, could I still do anything to them? If you were me, when you were about have sex with a crying woman who looked very sad, and there was another girl crying and looking at you with desperate eyes too…

How could you go on with it?

Vivi Young presses a button, the windows on both sides slowly open. She looks at me, and then snapping her fingers, stretching out two fingers.