"Ch4nge a batch!"
"Alright!" The nightclub owner looked at Atreus and gave a flattering smile.
Soon, a group of giggling, flamboyant girls came to the booth.
Atreus casually picked two good-looking ones to sit down
As he approached the women, Atreus could feel their eyes on him. He exuded an air of irresistible magnetism that drew people in. The women, both in their early 20s, were clearly captivated by his presence.
"Ladies, may I buy you a drink?" Atreus asked, his voice smooth and inviting. The taller of the two women, with her long, curly red hair and piercing green eyes, simply nodded. The other woman, with her sleek black hair and striking blue eyes, smiled coyly at him.
"I'm Alexis," the redhead introduced herself, "and this is Lydia."
Atreus extended a hand to each of them, shaking theirs as he introduced himself. "It's a pleasure to meet you both. I'm Atreus."
The three of them engaged in light, flirtatious conversation as they sipped on expensive foreign wine. Atreus listened attentively to their stories, occasionally offering his own experiences and insights. The more they talked, the more palpable the sexual tension became.
Finally, after exchanging a few more glances and subtle touches, Atreus confidently suggested, "Why don't we move to a more private setting?"
Alexis and Lydia exchanged knowing glances before nodding their agreement. Atreus led the way to the VIP club room, where they could enjoy even more luxurious amenities.
Inside the opulent room, Atreus poured them each another glass of wine before turning to face the women. He slowly ran his fingers through Alexis' luscious red curls, pulling her close for a passionate kiss. Lydia watched with increasing desire, her eyes locked onto their entwined forms.
As Atreus' hands explored Alexis' body, he whispered into her ear, "I can't wait to taste you, feel your pussy around my fingers."
Hearing this, Lydia stood up and walked over to them, eager to join in on the action. She pressed her lips against Atreus' neck, nibbling softly on his earlobe as her hands began to unbutton his shirt.
Alexis pulled away from the kiss for just a moment, her eyes meeting Atreus'. "I need to feel your cock inside me," she murmured, her voice dripping with lust.
With a wicked grin, Atreus replied, "Well, let's not keep you waiting." He expertly undressed both women, taking his time to admire every inch of their flawless bodies.
Atreus then positioned Alexis on the plush leather sofa, kneeling down in front of her as she spread her legs wide open for him. He leaned in and began licking and sucking on her clit, causing her to moan loudly in pleasure.
Meanwhile, Lydia had made her way over to Atreus' back, her hands now caressing his muscular chest. She leaned down, her lips finding his ear once again. "I want you to fuck me hard from behind," she whispered seductively, her words sending shivers down Atreus' spine.
He pulled away from Alexis' pussy just long enough to reply, "Oh, don't worry, I'll give you exactly what you want." Atreus then quickly turned around, grabbing Lydia by her hips and guiding her over to the nearby table.
Lydia bent over the table, her perfectly sculpted ass now on full display for Atreus. He wasted no time in positioning himself behind her, his large cock eager to penetrate her tight pussy.
As Atreus thrust himself deep inside Lydia, she let out a loud cry of pleasure. Alexis, still lying on the sofa with her legs spread wide, watched as Atreus pounded into Lydia with unbridled passion.
"Oh, fuck, yes!" Lydia screamed out, her hands gripping tightly onto the edges of the table. Atreus reached around and began massaging her clit in time with his thrusts, causing her to buck wildly against him.
Alexis couldn't take it any longer. She stood up, walking over to join them. She positioned herself on the table next to Lydia, her hands now working furiously on her own clit as she watched Atreus fuck her friend.
Atreus continued to fuck Lydia with reckless abandon, his eyes locked onto Alexis' fingers furiously working on her own pussy. The sight of her touching herself was enough to push him over the edge.
With a loud roar, Atreus pulled out of Lydia just in time to shoot his hot load all over both women's bodies. He watched as his cum dripped down from their breasts and stomachs, mixing together with the sweat that now coated their skin.
Exhausted but satisfied, the three of them collapsed onto the sofa together. They lay there entwined in each other's arms, their hearts still racing from the intensity of their shared experience.
beauties in his arms, tasting hundreds of dollars a bottle of foreign wine, listening to the big wavy beauty on stage dressed like a canary singing a seductive tune in a melodious European and American voice. It was a classic hit, Britney Spears' "3".
Under the neon lights, the seductive voice stimulated the hormones in the young beauties in the dance floor, they twisted their waists hard, showing off their sexy bodies, and from time to time cast seductive eyes at the gold masters in the booths.
Atreus felt very comfortable.
There was a mirror not far away, looking at himself in the mirror, Atreus fell into a brief contemplation.
The young black-haired man in the mirror, who was clearly under twenty years old, was wearing an expensive tailored black suit, a Patek Philippe watch on his hand, and a thumb-thick gold chain, with the cream skin of a royal descendant, and a handsome face that could be a first-line movie star.
The facial features were still his, but they seemed to have undergone micro-plastic surgery, handsome enough to make most women go crazy for him.
Yes!
He transmigrated.
But his luck was too good.
As soon as he transmigrated, he found the original owner of this body drunk to death in a very clean and high-end toilet.
This is not important, what is important is that there is his own signature on the back of the black gold-rimmed bank card in his pocket.
According to the remaining vague memory, this card seems to be unlimited.
Next, the flattering face of the nightclub owner who came to serve him proved that his memory was correct.
He was a regular big spender.
And there were even two bodyguards in black clothes, extremely burly, with obvious guys tucked in their waists, beside him.
Atreus originally wanted to ask where he had transmigrated to.
Now it seems that this is not important.
Since one hundred million is already a small goal, then enjoy it!
Atreus raised his glass high and shouted excitedly: "Drink! Drink for me! Everyone tonight will not return without getting drunk! All the drinks in the venue are on me--"
As soon as the last sentence came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
The men were cheering, the women were screaming.
The men cast envious and jealous eyes.
The women wished they could swallow Atreus alive on the spot.
Late at night, Atreus slipped out the back door of the nightclub to smoke a cigarette.
"Louis, I want to be quiet." He instructed the bodyguard.
"Okay, Boss!" The two bodyguards walked to the end of the alley knowingly, about ten meters away from Atreus, turning their heads to glance at Atreus from time to time.
Just then, a flash of light appeared behind Atreus's head, and a graceful figure fell out of it.
This is not an inflatable wife, or a paper person.
A beautiful girl!
Atreus opened his hazy eyes, couldn't see clearly, but still felt that this girl was not a hundred times more beautiful than those coquettish bitches inside?
He groggily tried to pick up the girl.
Too heavy, can't drag.
"Cl4ng!" The crisp sound of metal echoed in the back alley.
Hearing the movement, the two bodyguards rushed over, and then Louis showed a knowing smile: "Boss, you really have good taste!"
"Isn't it? I always have good taste." Atreus replied drunkenly.
Louis winked at the other bodyguard, who understood and went to drive.
He felt a little str4nge about the girl's golden armor, but as a bodyguard, the most important thing is to keep your mouth shut.
This is a nightclub!
What kind of cosplay girl hasn't been seen?
Nurse outfit, maid outfit or something.
The day before yesterday he even saw one wearing a tight suit and a cat ear full face mask, to be honest, this girl's figure is really good.
"Uh, why do cosplayers really wear armor? This is the real deal, right?"
"Really willing to spend money."
The two bodyguards muttered, lifting the beauty into Atreus's Lincoln limousine with all their hands and feet, and soon returned to Atreus's house in the suburbs.
Open the main entrance of the villa, and arrive at this modern abstract painting style mansion full of metal arc structures in half a minute.
Naturally, the servants came to carry Atreus, and sent the beautiful girl to Atreus's bedroom.
Unfortunately, Atreus drank too much and fell asleep on the bed.
"Hoo! Hoo--"
Waking up in the morning, what came into view was a fairy-like beautiful woman's face, facial features so delicate that they were almost works of art, with the dripping of water droplets, they looked particularly attractive. Completely different from those internet celebrity girls with full makeup, her kind of pure and heroic temperament, no one can learn.
She... who is she!?
Atreus, who didn't expect this scene, was dumbfounded on the spot.
After finally recalling what absurd things he had done while hungover, he realized that something was wrong.
What's even worse is that when he carefully examined this beautiful face, his damn heart beat faster unconsciously.
Not because of excitement, but because of fright.
Faint!
Did I pick up Wonder Woman last night while picking up corpses!?
How is this possible?
"Am I, am I watching TV?"
It seems that the word [TV] triggered the keyword of the smart device in the room, and the 150-inch large TV in his bedroom suddenly turned on by itself and broadcast the morning news.
On the 8k high-resolution TV screen, Atreus saw a face that made him feel sick.
A voice came from the TV: "Gotham City Morning News - [Stark Industries] demonstrated amazing strength that is not inferior to Wayne Group, its arms sales..."
The morning breeze was a bit chilly.
So was Atreus's heart.
Damn!
I transmigrated to 'Gotham City with simple folk customs'!?
Not only Gotham City, but also the Earth located at the core of the two worlds of DC and Marvel?
He is destined to be plagued by disasters!
Atreus's hands were a little trembling.
Wonder Woman's sleeping appearance beside him was not peaceful, she seemed to be tormented by some kind of terrible extraordinary power, her eyelids and facial muscles kept twitching slightly, and her hands unconsciously tore the sheets, looking very painful.
Atreus called several times, but she didn't respond.
"Something is wrong! There must be something wrong." As a transmigrator, Atreus knew Wonder Woman's performance in the two movies, and he had never heard of her suffering like this.
Just when Atreus was concentrating on Wonder Woman's face, a translucent light curtain was projected in the center of his field of vision:
Name: Diana Prince.
Nickname: Wonder Woman.
Status: Coma due to divine power exhaustion.
"Divine power exhaustion?" Atreus was dumbfounded: "Wonder Woman is in trouble, and this is Gotham City, then... the rest of the Justice League, Batman, come and save me!"
He turned his head, just about to make some kind of bat mark and call the [Money Ability Person] over, when he inadvertently glanced at a few photo frames in his room.
There was a single photo of the dead Atreus, and there was also a photo of a half-grown Atreus and a woman.
The original owner's mother was a very beautiful woman of dragon descent, but looking at it, Atreus felt something was wrong.
Single mother?
Where's the original owner's dad?
Could his dad be one of those League of Legends players who dives into the jungle and refuses to come out no matter how much you beg, These guys who won't even come back when their home is under attack have a 'nice' nickname - Jungle Dad!
As for who his Jungle Dad is, Atreus searched through all of the original owner's memories and really couldn't find anything.
"Oh well, who wants a dad h4nging over their head anyway?"
Shaking his head, Atreus refocused his gaze on Wonder Woman. Suddenly, a mischievous thought crossed his mind: "Heh heh heh! Wonder Woman! You wouldn't want your Steve to know that I picked you up last night, would you?"
Trash talk is fun for a while, but trash talk all the time is even more fun.
After the trash talk, Atreus started to worry.
He wasn't sure which period this Wonder Woman was from, but any Wonder Woman who had left the Amazon's Paradise Island would likely have plenty of life experience.
It wasn't that he was afraid, but if he 4ngered Wonder Woman and she punched him, he might, no, he would definitely die.
So, what to do?
Just then, a news bulletin suddenly interrupted the TV program.
"Special report, last night there was a suspected clash between Batman and the Penguin g4ng. Loud explosions were heard at the scene, and multiple bloodstains were found. There were also eyewitnesses who claimed to have seen a bat-shaped aircraft crash."
Atreus: "..."
Even Batman has his unreliable moments!
Atreus realized that he had too little information. He wasn't too sure about the current situation in Gotham City.
Batman getting injured was a common occurrence.
After all, he was just a mortal.
Looking at Wonder Woman in her leather armor and brass shoulder guards, Atreus wasn't sure if she had already started fighting crime in Gotham City and offended a bunch of criminals.
There was no doubt that Wonder Woman was a hot potato in his house.
Just then, the system suddenly popped up: [Detecting a critical talent activation event... Mandatory mission issued - Protect Wonder Woman until she wakes up. Mission failure will result in the permanent shutdown of this system. Based on the host's current physical condition, shutting down the system will lead to the host's death. Successfully protecting Wonder Woman Diana will give the host a chance to obtain a single-universe level talent.]
Was there even a choice? Atreus immediately got to work. He snapped his fingers, and the smart system started calling according to the settings. A few seconds later, a silver-haired butler in a well-tailored suit appeared on the video phone screen next to the door.
"Master Atreus, you called for me?"
"Frank, get ready, I'm going out to sea today."
The rich in Gotham City always had ways to protect themselves. The chaos and crime in the slums seemed to have nothing to do with the wealthy areas. It was as if God had placed both heaven and hell in Gotham City at the same time.
As a somehow rich second-generation, Atreus had a hundred-foot yacht called the "Bermuda".
In his memory, the previous owner had hosted countless parties on it with a bunch of beautiful girls.
Soon, the butler Frank arrived, carrying a powered-on tablet.
Unexpectedly, Atreus waved his hand: "I'm going out to sea with Miss Prince today, let Louis and the others come over."
When the bodyguards learned that their young master wanted them to carry the girl he picked up last night onto the yacht again, their expressions turned str4nge.
Last night it was called picking up a corpse, what was it called today? -
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