Flame King

Central State.

The city was a cacophony of noise and lights, awash in neon and the gleam of nightlife. Inside the bar, beams of light flashed across the haze, and under the intoxicating glow, frenzied men and women twisted their bodies in wild abandon.

With a clatter, Chen Cao fastened his trousers, staring intently at the droplets of murky yellow liquid trickling down the toilet seat, unable to suppress a curse: “Damn, I overdid it!”

Bang! Just then, the door cracked open, and the heavily made-up, alluring woman pressed her hand against it, peeking in. Her eyes, still bright and innocent beneath the intoxicating haze of alcohol, darted quickly as she closed the door again. Pressing her proud chest against the wood, she extended a delicate finger, beckoning to Chen Cao as he fastened his belt.

“Heh, you little minx, still following me into the men's room? Planning to take advantage of me?” Chen Cao glanced at her voluptuous figure, gave up on the tangle of his drunken belt, and pressed himself against her, sliding his hand under the skirt that could not be any shorter.

“Mm!” The beauty said no more, but a whisper of a moan escaped her upturned lips as she wrapped her arms around Chen Cao.

Outside, the music thundered on, the DJ stoking the crowd to a fever pitch. This was the prosperous age, this was life as it was now. Who could say what tomorrow would bring? Tonight, there was wine and wildness.

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In the garden, during the height of summer, the air vibrated with the chorus of insects, a tranquil and harmonious atmo