Zhang Wei's Visit

Shortly before midnight, a man dressed in all black attire walked along the right side of the main official road. Despite the late hour, the main road was bustling with numerous pedestrians and a few carriages. Remarkably, the man's inconspicuous appearance did not draw a second glance from passersby. This lack of attention was owed to the fact that many others at this late hour were similarly clad in dark clothing. During the night, those who wished to remain anonymous often donned such attire. Some among them used this cover to engage in unlawful activities, but as long as they didn't boldly cross the boundaries in the presence of authorities, the authorities tended to turn a blind eye, allowing them to operate freely in the dead of night. This unwritten agreement existed between the authorities and troublemakers.

As the man continued walking, he spotted an alleyway up ahead. He entered the alley, which turned out to be longer and wider than it initially appeared. On either side of the alley, numerous homeless individuals could be seen. Some were dozing off, but the majority remained awake. Even at such a late hour, these destitute souls maintained their weary gazes fixed on the path ahead, holding onto old, weathered bowls in the hope of receiving a few coins from passersby. One can only imagine the immense hardship they endure in their daily lives.

Much like the man in black, numerous individuals traversed the alleyway. Alongside them, some people stationed themselves on either side of the road, occasionally beckoning passersby to approach. It was evident that these individuals were attempting to peddle goods, and judging by their attire, it was highly likely that what they were selling was either illicit or stolen. While the man in black observed all of this, and many even signaled to him, he remained unresponsive and continued his forward path. Occasionally, the homeless individuals cast pleading glances his way, hoping for a few coins, but despite his awareness of their presence, he chose to disregard them. It appeared that the man was either heartless or perhaps not entirely so.

The alleyway the man traversed seemed interminable. After an extended period of walking, he reached the alley's end, where a cacophony of noises indicated that a sizable crowd had gathered ahead. Just before exiting the alleyway, he noticed two boys seated at its corner. One of the boys was slightly older than the other, and both of them appeared disheveled. The younger boy lay with his head on the older boy's lap, fast asleep, while the older boy remained awake. He held the younger one protectively and clutched a broken bowl in his other hand, gazing hopefully at the passersby who were oblivious to their plight.

The man paused for a moment, his hand slipping into his pocket. Withdrawing a handful of coins, he approached the boy and gently placed them in the broken bowl. He then exited the alleyway. Perhaps a sudden surge of compassion had washed over him, or maybe it was something else, but it was clear that he felt sympathy for the boys.

At the end of the alleyway, a vast open space revealed itself, dominated by a luxurious building. The structure was grand and adorned with intricate decorations, its name, "Night Flower Pavilion," boldly inscribed in large characters. Numerous people, both inebriated and sober, streamed in and out of the building. At the entrance gate, several beautiful young women were stationed to welcome the guests. The man in black entered the building, and one of the girls at the gate greeted him in a sultry tone, "Greetings, sir. Welcome to Night Flower Pavilion. Would you like a drink or to enjoy the enchanting performance by Fairy Wei?" In a chilly tone, the man responded, "A drink." The girl responded with a seductive smile and said, "Please follow me, sir."

The man followed the girl as she led the way, her intentional, seductive movements drawing his attention as he was following her.Her attire was nothing short of tantalizing, a tight, revealing bikini that barely veiled her most intimate areas. The fabric clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. What truly aroused the man was how the snug material left nothing hidden. He could discern the shape of her nipples and even the contours of her rear, all while she continued her enticing stroll. The man couldn't help but revel in this blood-pumping scene, occasionally savoring the view before turning away, unfazed. It was clear that he was not bothered by it; perhaps he had encountered such experiences many times before. For someone without such experience, restraining themselves from acting upon such temptation might have been challenging.

In reality, the Night Flower Pavilion served both as a high-end entertainment venue and as a brothel, making it the sole establishment of its kind in town. Visitors to the Night Flower Pavilion fell into two categories. One group came to relish the singing and dancing performed by the exquisite girls. These women were exceptionally beautiful and typically did not engage in prostitution like common sex workers. They had numerous admirers who were willing to pay exorbitant amounts for the chance to be with them. These women often worked at the pavilion as singers or dancers, fulfilling contractual obligations to repay debts they owed to the establishment, working tirelessly until they earned enough to secure their freedom.

The second group of patrons visited the Night Flower Pavilion for the purpose of engaging in sexual encounters with girls directly owned by the establishment. While these women did engage in sexual transactions like conventional prostitutes, they were distinct in that they were all high-end, exceptionally beautiful individuals.

The high-end girls have tight pussies that can bring the men the most premium enjoyment. Here you can find any types of girls you want, be it loli, be it teen, be it mature, be it a mother who recently gave birth and whose breasts were lactating, or be it a mother-daughter pair. Here, a man can fulfill his most forbidden desires any way possible. Here, if you have enough money to spend, you can fuck any types of women you want. If you want to fuck a woman with your friends, then it is also possible as long as the money is enough.

The man in black was led into a private room furnished with a couch, a low table, and a bed. Seating himself on the couch, the girl handed him a menu. The menu featured a variety of drinks, each with its price. To a first-time visitor, the exorbitant prices, nearly 50 times higher than those outside, might appear perplexing. However, the man showed no surprise. Swiftly, he selected a drink.

The girl then inquired, "For how long do you want to drink?" To which the man replied, "As long as the sun does not rise." The maid acknowledged, "Okay, sir. Your drink will be with you shortly." Pausing for a moment, she made a slight bow, gesturing to the menu card, and with a seductive smile suggested, "Sir, with your drink, you can also enjoy a side dish. It's a bit pricey, but I guarantee your satisfaction." The man, catching a glimpse of her enticing cleavage due to her posture, swallowed hard and firmly responded, "No need."

Upon hearing his response, the girl thought to herself, "What a tough customer." She knew her temptations would not sway him, so without changing her expression, she calmly stated, "No problem, sir. Your drink will arrive shortly," before leaving the room and closing the door.

After a short while, a faint knock echoed on the door. The man in black, upon hearing the knock, calmly uttered, "Come in." The door creaked open, revealing a woman entering with a tray in her hands. She carried a glass and a bottle of wine, dressed in a similar attire to the previous girl. Using one hand, she gently closed the door behind her before approaching the man in black, placing the tray on the table.

With a seductive smile, the woman said, "Master, your drink is here." She proceeded to pour a drink into a glass and extended it toward the man. However, the man did not immediately accept the glass. Instead, he rose from his seat and extinguished the lamps that had been casting light throughout the room, plunging it into darkness.

With the room now enveloped in darkness, the man began to remove his clothing, eventually becoming entirely nude. Although the room remained dimly lit, making it challenging to see the man's face clearly, there was enough ambient light to discern the contours of his body.

Drawing nearer to the woman, he finally accepted the glass from her hand and swiftly downed its contents. Placing the empty glass on the table, he pulled the woman towards him, guiding her to the bed in the room. There, he removed the scant clothing covering her body, wasting no time as he positioned his already erect member at her entrance.

The woman made no objections, as this was precisely her role. She was one of the prostitutes at the pavilion, tasked with providing physical companionship to men who ordered drinks. The steep prices of the beverages were due to the fact that customers weren't merely purchasing a drink but were also indulging in the company of a woman. Ordering a drink here equated to procuring the services of a prostitute, and a "side dish" referred to a prostitute who had engaged in fewer than 10 encounters and was relatively young. Because of this, a side dish was more costly than the beverage itself.

The man didn't hesitate any longer; it seemed he had no interest in foreplay and initiated intercourse directly.

Approximately an hour before dawn, while darkness still enveloped the outside world, the man in black, who had been engaging in sexual activity with the woman, began to dress himself. Once he had finished dressing, he relit the lamps, bathing the room in light. He cast a glance at the woman he had been with throughout the night without pause. She lay exhaustedly, her legs apart, and her body bore marks from the rough encounter with the man the previous night.

Afterward, the man left the room. As he departed, he left some extra money, feeling remorseful for how he had treated the woman roughly during their sex.

As the first light of dawn began to filter into the servants' quarters of the Chi family mansion, Zhang Wei stood before the mirror in his room. He gazed at his reflection for a moment and then walked over to his bed, where a black dress lay. Upon closer examination, one could ascertain that the man in black who had visited the Night Flower Pavilion was none other than Zhang Wei, as the clothing he held now was identical to what he had worn during his visit to the pavilion.

Zhang Wei first set aside the clothes and proceeded to take a shower. While showering, he contemplated his physical condition. After practicing the Remnant Technique, he keenly felt the changes occurring within his body. He welcomed the positive changes but grew concerned about the technique's side effects. His lust was intensifying day by day, and nowadays, he found himself occasionally struggling to control his impulses when in the presence of women. This wasn't limited to women alone; even young girls ignited his desires. He felt genuine fear. While he could currently manage his desires, he worried that if he lost control in the future, he might transform into a lustful monster. Zhang Wei's anxiety wasn't unfounded; the previous night during intercourse, he had indeed lost control. Gradually, he had transformed into a primal force, engaging in rough and relentless intercourse. The woman had, at times, sought to escape due to the pain, but he had held her firmly, continuing unabated. Eventually, the woman had even lost consciousness due to the agony, yet he had persisted, driving her to the point of blood coming out of her Virgina despite her having lost her virginity long ago. Thus, Zhang Wei's concerns were well-founded. But Zhang Wei knew that he could not give up this technique. He now just hopes that what he is worrying about will not happen..After finishing his bath, he pushed these thoughts aside and began preparing for the day's work.

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