On the fifth floor of Xian Zhi Lian Club, the Imperial Suite sprawled luxuriously across more than one hundred and fifty square meters. Its decor struck a delicate balance between warmth and opulence, resembling less a club's private room and more the residence of someone of considerable wealth and taste.
The suite featured its own private hot spring bath.
Qin Tian, wrapped in a bath towel, reclined in a latticed area beside the hot spring pool. He tilted his head back in serene contentment, savoring this fleeting moment of tranquility.
Behind him, a young woman dressed in a floral-patterned qipao knelt, her delicate hands working attentively on his shoulders, her touch both gentle and devoted.
In the bath itself, two well-figured young women of approximately nineteen years accompanied him, positioned on either side, massaging his shoulders with practiced precision.
"Master Qin, is this pressure acceptable? I can lighten my touch if it's too firm," inquired the girl on the left, wearing light makeup and a pink swimsuit, her smile radiant as moonlight on still water.
Qin Tian, eyes half-closed in languid pleasure, nodded almost imperceptibly. "It's fine. I can handle intensity."
"Master Qin, I wouldn't have guessed! You appear so slim and tall, but without clothes, your physique is quite impressive. Do you exercise regularly?" The girl in the blue swimsuit on his right interjected, unwilling to be outdone, simultaneously complimenting him while showcasing her own considerable assets.
"Not particularly," Qin Tian responded casually, casting a meaningful glance before withdrawing his gaze.
The material was certainly present, but comparisons were inevitable.
Compared to ordinary men, he certainly exceeded expectations, but placed alongside the White sisters, the difference would be immediately apparent.
When he returned with White Xiaoyin earlier that evening, he'd been jostled countless times by her distinctive figure. After such encounters, the blue-swimsuited girl's similar approaches had developed a certain immunity.
Both employed the same tactical advantage, yet the club girl simply lacked White Xiaoyin's commanding presence!
"Master Qin, perhaps you could raise your legs? We've finished with your arms—the two of us could massage your legs now?" The pink-swimsuited girl blinked coquettishly, her invitation hung in the steam-laden air like delicate calligraphy.
Qin Tian opened his eyes in mild puzzlement, glancing left and right. "My legs? Both of you?"
"Yes, is something wrong? Master Qin, have we disappointed you somehow? We'll strive to improve—please don't request different attendants! Our manager will dock our pay!" The pink-swimsuited girl immediately adopted a pitiful expression, her plea simmering with practiced desperation.
The blue-swimsuited girl's eyes also glistened with unshed tears. "Master Qin, please don't replace us! We can adapt to your preferences—whatever requests you have, we'll fulfill them."
Both girls presented a tableau of sorrow, tears clinging to their lashes like morning dew, as though genuinely distressed by some profound injustice.
Was it truly fear of financial penalty?
Unlikely!
At Xian Zhi Lian, deductions came only from customer complaints or discovery of unauthorized services.
If Qin Tian were to invite these two young women elsewhere—to spend a night at a hotel, for instance—would they still present this wounded façade?
"Don't overthink it. You two are perfectly fine—why would I arbitrarily request replacements?" Qin Tian's lips curved into an enigmatic smile, his words hanging in the steamy air like a half-formed promise.
The pink-swimsuited girl pouted playfully, her voice adopting a childlike whine. "Then what did Master Qin's expression mean earlier? Did you find our technique lacking?"
Qin Tian shook his head. "Not at all. I merely questioned your arithmetic abilities."
The blue-swimsuited girl feigned indignation. "How have we failed at counting?"
Qin Tian smiled with deliberate mischief. "Consider it yourselves. You've offered to massage my legs—even if each of you takes responsibility for one, aren't we still short one person?"
"Oh my! Master Qin, how naughty!"
"Master Qin, you're so terrible! How can you say such things? Aren't you simply teasing us?"
Both swimsuit-clad attendants seized the opportunity to nestle against Qin Tian, their mock outrage dissolving into coy giggles that rippled through the humid air.
The qipao-wearing girl behind him, similarly stimulated by his words, purposefully shifted her position from directly behind his back to standing sideways near his head, occasionally allowing her exposed leg, visible through the high slit of her qipao, to brush against Qin Tian's ear with calculated innocence.
Impressive!
Qin Tian felt himself transformed into bait, entwined by several predatory creatures.
Though somewhat awkward and not entirely comfortable, his longstanding personal code—never initiate, never refuse, never take responsibility—prevented him from pushing the girls from his embrace.
Amidst the playful banter, the qipao-clad girl also entered the bath, all three congregating around Qin Tian.
The positions of the three girls' swimsuits and qipao, including Qin Tian's own bath towel, gradually shifted from their original placements.
This mutually satisfying scenario should have been marked "please pay to continue viewing."
However, with the entrance of another figure through the private hot spring's doorway, this tableau fractured instantly.
The newcomer wore a form-fitting black leather outfit that accentuated her commanding physique with devastating effect.
Her expression carried a faint smile, but the depths of her eyes harbored an absolute coldness.
She approached with deliberate nonchalance, immediately provoking hostility from the three girls clustered around Qin Tian.
"Who are you? What business do you have here?"
"This is the Imperial Suite, and the door was closed. How did you get in?"
"Where did you steal that key card from? Offend Master Qin, and we'll call the police to arrest you!"
The three girls spoke in rapid succession, each word positioned like a shield before Qin Tian.
The black-leather-clad woman inclined her body slightly, seating herself on the bath's steps. Her cascading hair fell like a midnight waterfall over her right shoulder as she regarded Qin Tian with an enigmatic expression, neither fully smiling nor entirely serious.
"Is this Master Qin's taste? Finding such excitement with these few girls?"
"Who do you think you're insulting?!" The pink-swimsuited girl glared fiercely.
The black-leather-clad woman smiled, unfastening a watch from her wrist and tossing it into the pool. "Take this watch and get out."
"Please! Who do you think you are? You think a watch will dismiss us?"
"How expensive could a watch be?"
"Don't overestimate your importance!"
The three girls pressed closer to Qin Tian, their proximity intensifying. Though they couldn't claim long-term acquaintance with him, this single evening—if Qin Tian showed even the slightest generosity—would sustain them comfortably for several years!
Why would they care about a mere watch?
The pink-swimsuited girl gazed at Qin Tian with a dazzling smile. "How much could this broken watch be worth? Right, Master Qin~?"
Qin Tian nodded with exaggerated seriousness. "You're absolutely correct. It's merely a Patek Philippe—worth at most a hundred thousand. What significance does that hold?"
Splash! Splash! Splash!
The moment these words left his lips, all three girls lunged toward where the watch had fallen, swimming frantically.
After retrieving the watch, they squabbled briefly before a single cold glance from the black-leather-clad woman subdued them into obedient retreat.
The bathing chamber instantly fell silent, leaving only Qin Tian and the black-leather-clad woman.
She regarded him with a smile that never reached her eyes. "Master Qin's extravagance reveals quite the temperament!
"First rescuing White Xiaoyin from my Black Dragon Society, then lavishing money in our Xian Zhi Lian Club—what? Does Master Qin truly believe the Black Dragon Society is powerless against him?"
Her voice carried amusement, but her words were frigid, saturated with killing intent.
The black-leather-clad woman was none other than the head of the Black Dragon Society's Rose Hall—Qiu Jiu'er!