The city never truly slept. Even at two in the morning, neon lights bathed the streets in hues of red and gold, casting an artificial glow on the endless stream of cars.
Ryan Dressrosa sat slumped on his electric scooter at the corner of a bustling intersection, scrolling through his phone.
Another order popped up, but it wasn't enough to shake his lingering daze.
He lit a cigarette—his first in months—and exhaled a plume of smoke that disappeared into the chill night air.
He almost lost his virginity today.
Even though he didn't complete the last process. But thinking about the experience just now, he felt as if he was dreaming, such a beautiful woman.
Now Ryan was very upset. He shouldn't have been so impulsively. He should have taken advantage of her and treated her gently.
It all started an hour ago with a delivery—a single bottle of liquor ordered to one of the city's high-end hotels. Routine, Ryan had thought. Nothing out of the ordinary for a night shift delivery driver like him.
When he arrived, he knocked twice before the door creaked open. The smell of alcohol hit him first, sharp and overwhelming. Then, he saw her.
A woman stood in the doorway, tall and striking. Her long black hair fell in messy waves over bare shoulders, and her flushed cheeks spoke of too many drinks.
She was draped only in a hotel bathrobe that hung precariously off one shoulder, revealing a hint of smooth, pale skin. Her bloodshot eyes flickered with something between anger and despair.
For a moment, Ryan froze. He wasn't sure if it was her beauty or the sheer strangeness of the situation that stopped him in his tracks. Maybe both.
"Ma'am, hello, this is your takeaway, please check it." he said, forcing his voice to sound steady as he held up the bag.
The woman leaned against the doorframe, her lips curling into a bitter smile.
"Pretty late to be working, isn't it?" she slurred, her voice carrying a playful edge that made Ryan uneasy.
"I—uh—yeah," he stammered, averting his gaze. "Just trying to make a living."
Before he could react, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. His instincts screamed at him to leave, but his feet stayed rooted to the floor.
"What are you doing, Sister?"
"Don't move, otherwise... I will call people and say you forced me."
"I, I, sister, you are the one who didn't wear clothes... It's none of my business. I'm just an honest man who makes a living. Don't do me like this."
"Relax," she said, swaying slightly as she walked toward the bed.
"It's not what you think." She sat down, the robe slipping further, revealing more of her collarbone. "Unless... that's what you want."
Ryan's heart hammered in his chest.
He opened his mouth to protest, but the words wouldn't come. Everything about her—the way she moved, the raw vulnerability masked by her forced bravado—set him on edge.
"You know what he said to me?" she murmured suddenly, as if he wasn't even there.
"He said I wasn't enough. Me."
Her laugh was sharp and hollow, cutting through the tension in the room. She grabbed the bottle of liquor from the bag and twisted it open with surprising force.
"I think I should go," Ryan said quickly, taking a step back toward the door.
The drunk woman smiled charmingly, burped and held Ryan, "It's late at night, you are a delivery man, and you see a female customer and get aroused..."
"Guess if I call the police, will the police believe you or me?"
"Sister, please let me go."
She glanced at him, her eyes narrowing. "Go, then. Run away, like everyone else."
She took a long swig from the bottle, wincing as the alcohol burned her throat. "But before you do, answer me one thing."
Ryan hesitated, his hand hovering over the doorknob. "What?"
"Do I look like someone who deserves to be abandoned?" she asked, her voice breaking on the last word.
The question caught him off guard. He looked at her again—really looked this time.
The woman was drunk at first glance, and she looked crazy and a little hysterical, and no one knew what she wanted to do.
"Yes, just be honest..."
The drunk woman smiled with satisfaction, and directly pulled down Ryan pants and underwear, and the soft penis was exposed.
She pushed in the bed.
She frowned with disgust, took a glance, took a wet tissue, and started to wipe the penis.
"Ah..."
Ryan reacted with a big cry, mainly because she pulled down the foreskin with a little too much force, which really hurt.
"Men are dirty and don't pay attention to hygiene..."
The drunk woman snorted with disgust, looked at the lifeless penis, glanced at Ryan and said, "Why is it soft? Am i so unattractive."
He didn't dare to annoy her at this time, so he could only smile bitterly and said, "Sister, I, I..."
He was so nervous that he couldn't speak coherently, after all, he was thrown on the bed by a almost naked woman.
Although she was beautiful and had a good figure, she was simply a star-level beauty, but normal people would be confused when encountering such a situation.
"You won't be impotent, right!!!"
The drunk woman touched the penis for a while, and seeing that it was still soft, she actually said with disgust: "It's a waste of my energy..."
"I'm not impotent!!!"
Men can't hear this Slander, Ryan immediately sat up and protested with a firm face.
"If you are not impotent, how can it not be hard!!!"
The drunk woman sneered provocatively, as if he really was useless, so don't be stubborn.
Although the situation was very strange, there was indeed a vivid beauty in front of him. After calming down a little, Ryan was also eager to make a move.
"There is no arousal, how could it be hard after you touched it once or twice!!!"
The drunk woman was slightly stunned, and then she grabbed Ryan's hand and put it on her beautiful breasts. The C cup was just enough to be held in one hand, and the perfect bowl shape was very beautiful.
"Some reaction..."
The drunk woman continued to mutter, touching the penis with one hand and the testicles with the other.
Ryan's whole brain was about to explode. It was the first time in his 20 years of life that he touched a woman's body and the first time he touched a woman's breast.
He rubbed it subconsciously, and it felt extremely soft and elastic. The instant contact was so exciting that he even got goose bumps all over his body.
"I let you touch me, but you still don't dare to touch it fully... You are so useless!!"
The drunkard woman moaned charmingly, and then looked at Ryan with contempt.
Damn... Are women so unruly
Although the situation was very strange, as a virgin full of vigor, how could Ryan bear it? He hugged her tightly and licked her white neck excitedly.
His hands were not polite at all, kneading the pair of beautiful breasts vigorously, enjoying the wonderful touch unscrupulously.
"Be gentle... You are going to crush my breasts!!!"
"Ohhh! There is a reaction"
The drunkard woman moaned softly, and saw that the cock in her hand began to show signs of rising.
With mist in her eyes, she gritted her teeth and said, "Asshole... You actually want to break up with me."
"Do you think no one wants me... I beckon my fingers, there are plenty of people..."