Xu Yizhou felt a bit uncomfortable under his gaze and subtly shifted his body away.
“Oh, no, that’s not it. He’s my friend.”
Gu Xing curled his lips, glanced at the person in L’s arms, and teased, “L, it’s been so long since we last met, and you’re still playing just as wild.”
“Hahaha, I’ve always been like this. Alright, I won’t keep you any longer. Have a good time in heaven.”
The man slightly raised his wine glass and winked at Gu Xing. After saying that, he wrapped his arm around the person in his embrace and left. Xu Yizhou looked over and realized that the cat tail wasn’t part of the dress but rather. He couldn’t help but shudder.
“Don’t be in such a hurry to be shocked. Once you’re here, leave your moral compass behind.”
Gu Xing noticed Xu Yizhou’s astonishment and couldn’t help but chuckle, offering a gentle reminder. Xu Yizhou then realized that the waitstaff here were different from those outside. They wore bunny girl outfits, complete with a pair of rabbit ears on their heads. The tight-fitting clothes accentuated their body curves perfectly. Some were nestled in customers’ arms some knelt on the floor, and some even had nothing left on but the rabbit ears.
A waiter approached, barefoot and moving with an almost imperceptible lightness.
“Moon, is there anything you require?”
The male waiter bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle to Gu Xing.
“The usual. Room 05 for me, and bring a few boys over.”
Gu Xing seemed completely at ease, as if he were already familiar with the routine.
However, the waiter bowed again, wearing an apologetic expression.
“I’m sorry, Moon. Room 05 has been reserved by A. Would you mind switching to another room?”
“A? That works out perfectly then. No need for another reservation. Did he mention when he’d arrive?”
Gu Xing inquired. Xu Yizhou stood to the side, unable to get a word in, unsure where to look. No matter where his eyes landed, the scenes were enough to make one’s blood rush.
“Well… I’m not sure, but at this hour, he should be arriving soon.”
“Alright, take a few bottles of wine over there and charge them to my account.”
After saying this, Gu Xing winked at Xu Yizhou.
“Come on, let me show you a whole new world.”
“A is the top S in all of Sin’s Eighteenth Floor.”
Upon hearing this, Xu Yizhou finally recalled the character setting from the script he had recorded earlier—it seemed to be that of a top-tier S. And with that, Xu Yizhou roughly understood what this place was all about. He stopped in his tracks, suddenly hesitant to go any further. He had sensed something was off when he first entered, thinking it was just a regular gay scene. Who would have imagined it was this?
“Gu Xing, maybe we should go back?”
Gu Xing was brimming with excitement, but Xu Yizhou’s words dampened his spirits.
“We’re already here. Just take it all in. The reason you’ve been single for so long might be right here. Besides, you said your brother hit you, and then you had a reaction when he hugged you.”
“That’s classic S&M. So, I think you should try immersing yourself in this environment. You might just uncover your deepest, truest desires.”
“Trust me… uh… just trust me on this.”
Once in this kind of setting, Gu Xing unconsciously slipped into the speech patterns of an S.
He almost forgot this was his childhood best friend.
“Uh… keep your voice down!”
Xu Yizhou was practically about to explode. How could these things be spoken about so loudly?
“Come on, let’s go. Maybe this Alpha is just right for you.”
Gu Xing said, half-pushing, half-pulling him into a room. It seemed the main guest hadn’t arrived yet, but several boys were already kneeling inside the room. They lay prostrate on the ground like the lowest of servants, waiting for their master’s arrival. This room was different from the outside. If the outside could be described as resplendent and magnificent, then this room could only be called bloodthirsty and dark. Not far away, an inverted cross hung on the wall.
The overall decor of the room leaned toward a European-American style, with many dark-colored leaves adorning the space, and rose petals scattered across the floor.
The room was fragrant, a scent Xu Yizhou noticed as soon as he entered.
Gu Xing habitually took a seat on the sofa in the center, beckoning Xu Yizhou with a crook of his finger.
“Come here.”
“Gu Xing, are you out of your damn mind?”
Xu Yizhou grumbled as he walked over and sat down.
“Oh, sorry, force of habit. Don’t call me by my name here.”
Gu Xing reminded Xu Yizhou once again, spreading his arms wide and resting them on the back of the sofa. He lifted his foot and placed it on the shoulders of the naked men kneeling on the floor, leaning back with a look of contentment. The men on the floor didn’t move at all, allowing him to step on them. Two of the men knelt up straight and crawled over to Xu Yizhou. Their faces were covered with black lace blindfolds, obscuring their eyes.
Their hands crept up along Xu Yizhou’s pant legs, like snakes, yet with a hint of flattery.
“Damn it, don’t touch me!”
Xu Yizhou was so startled he nearly jumped up. Gu Xing, annoyed by the noise, kicked the two men surrounding Xu Yizhou, sending them sprawling to the floor.
“Seriously, do you usually play this perverted?”
Even now, when he mentioned the word “perverted,” he could still feel a faint ache in his backside.
“No, Papa would never do this.”
Only when speaking of Day did Gu Xing’s eyes soften.
Xu Yizhou didn’t understand. “Then why are you still arguing with him?”
“That’s why I think it’s boring. What I want, he can’t give me, and what I want to do, he won’t let me do.”
As he said this, Gu Xing pressed down harder with his foot. The man beneath him visibly grimaced but didn’t utter a single word.
“Wow, you’re really something.”
Xu Yizhou didn’t know how to respond. He had no idea Gu Xing had secretly ventured into this kind of scene. The men who had been kicked to the floor immediately knelt back up without a sound. The room was eerily quiet, with none of the noisy music from outside filtering in.
“You and Day have been tangled up for so long. In the end, it’s just because he’s too tolerant.”
Xu Yizhou couldn’t help but comment.
“Shut up, shut up. We’re broken up anyway, so don’t mention him in front of me. It’s annoying.”
Gu Xing’s tone carried an almost violent edge.
With a “click,” the door handle turned from the outside. Only then did Gu Xing slightly lift his gaze to look at the person standing outside. Xu Yizhou was also drawn by the noise and glanced over. Standing at the door was a man clad in a black trench coat, his hands tucked into his pockets. The half-face mask he wore differed from the others—it was a dark gold hue, with blood-red lips visible beneath, lightly pressed together.
The man’s presence was overwhelming. Simply by standing there, he exuded the oppressive aura of a king surveying his subjects.