28 2.15 (1/2)
Chen Yu didn't plan to devote much time or effort to dealing with CEO Wu. After all, the old man was just a middling businessman who had some irritating fetishes, he wasn't worth any significant amount of attention.
Having located CEO Wu's usual club, Chen Yu dressed in a silk collared shirt and tight shorts that barely covered his hips, tousling his hair to make himself look like a high schooler. CEO Wu's principle seemed to be the younger the better.
Since he knew that Feng Kuo would find out what he was doing within an hour of stepping foot into the red-light district, he didn't take any detours or hesitate. Reaching the club's entrance, he strolled straight past the bouncers, who skimmed over his tempting outfit and let him in without a comment. The only requirement they had for this category of guests was that their appeal was enough to solicit interest, which Chen Yu fully met.
Inside, the interior was luxuriously decorated in a modern style. With low lighting and quiet songs playing in the background, the atmosphere was refined, not at all like a nightclub or a brothel. Well-dressed men and women sat on plush black seats, elegantly sipping their wine and surveying the group of attractive youths chatting at the center bar. Occasionally, one of the pretty young things would be summoned over and, if satisfactory, would serve the patron some drinks until they left to a private room.
Glancing around, Chen Yu sneered.
Feng Kuo certainly deserved his title as king of the flesh trade. He'd managed to perfectly and cleverly disguise his call house as some sophisticated lounge. Despite the fact that these people were prostitutes and johns in all but name, the veneer of refinement that Feng Kuo maintained protected the dignity of everyone involved without forcing them to sacrifice their pleasure and profit.
In fact, Chen Yu couldn't comprehend the point of such a pretense. To him, the occupation of selling sex was only as demeaning as the many others that also required monetizing labor, time, and talent. Moreover, he'd long understood that there was never a market without a demand.
In any case, hypocrisy like this was boring, he was unwilling to stay longer than he needed to.
When he'd first entered, he'd already spotted CEO Wu in a corner, fondling a petite kid. Casually walking past the two, he patted his pockets as if looking for something and, unable to find it, his eyes became teary and anxious. Coincidentally, he happened to lift this helpless gaze toward CEO Wu.
This particular degenerate had a secret obsession. He loved to torture beautiful boys until they produced a begging expression exactly like Chen Yu's, so having such a look directed at him immediately sparked his favorite kink.
Hooked, CEO Wu pushed away the escort he'd been testing out and grabbed Chen Yu before he could pass by. The discarded youth shot a resentful glare at Chen Yu for stealing his target, but since this was a well-regulated place, he huffed away without making a fuss. Anyway, there were plenty of other options besides this pot-bellied old man. It was fortunate for that boy that he'd left easily. If he hadn't, perhaps Chen Yu would have invited him to accompany CEO Wu.
Meanwhile, because they were in the shadows and Chen Yu had changed his aura entirely, the old man didn't recognize Young Master Ren, so he recklessly dragged him into the booth, cloyingly probing what had made him so sad. When the youth explained that he'd lost his wallet, CEO Wu briefly considered whether this was merely a classic ploy for some money, but staring into this little slut's eyes, the naivete was too genuine to doubt.
At the thought that he'd caught a virgin, CEO Wu generously promised to replace the wallet for him, making the innocent young man worship him as if he was his savior. Watching boys' admiring expressions collapse into despair once they realized how they'd been tricked was the best stimulant for CEO Wu, he was already so excited at the fantasy that he couldn't wait.
Leaning close, he enticed, ”Why don't we talk somewhere else? Maybe it's fate that we met, we shouldn't miss this chance to learn more about each other.”
Chen Yu nodded shyly, smirking inside. En, he absolutely wouldn't miss this chance.
The two moved over into a side room that CEO Wu had reserved earlier, which was furnished with a king-size bed, an arrangement of packaged sex toys, and a stack of condoms. In a hidden closet was also a rack of specialized tools.
The private rooms supposedly didn't have any surveillance, but Chen Yu noticed several pinhole cameras at various angles. Although he could disable them, he didn't bother. Anyway, this was Feng Kuo's club, he wouldn't worry about what was going to be recorded.
CEO Wu could sense that the boy was nervous, so he offered to massage him to help him relax. But since he wasn't Chen Yu's type, being touched intimately like that would be repulsive. Thus, Chen Yu smoothly turned the tables, insisting that he be the one to give a back rub. The old man happily agreed and, eager to start, quickly stripped and lay face-down on the bed.
Right when he was expecting some soft touches, however, the boy suddenly opened the closet, picked up some hemp bondage rope, and expertly tied his arms and legs together. CEO Wu swung frantically on his round stomach, but he found that he couldn't free himself at all. Somewhat confused at what this inexperienced boy intended, he twisted his neck around, inquiring, ”What is this? You don't have to try to impress me, just follow my instructions.”
Chen Yu laughed. Still couldn't grasp the situation ah? ”CEO Wu, don't be stupid. I'm obviously not here to entertain you.”
Perceiving the complete shift in personality, CEO Wu realized he'd been duped. With a frightened tremor, he questioned, ”Y-you, what do you want? Money? Backing?” Though he wasn't someone important enough to search out for these things...
Chen Yu was too lazy to respond, he directly flipped the fat body over and tugged on a pair of gloves. He'd be operating on a sensitive spot, so he should take care not to cause an infection. Pinching the man's shriveled genitals, he smiled, kindly advised, ”Don't speak, you might bite your tongue,” and clipped everything off with a crisp snip.
Screams continuously rang out, but this was a luxury club, naturally the rooms were soundproofed. Still, the noise was irritating. In a helpful mood, Chen Yu decided to perform a bonus surgery and removed the man's tongue as well.
He'd inevitably been splattered with some blood and was moving to wipe it off when his cell phone rang. Damn, Feng Kuo had found him faster than he'd expected.