"Hehehe, Liam, are you looking for a new girl?" Jack laughed after Luna left.
"By the way, were you just hitting on Vivian? You said you weren’t interested in her and even called her a street prostitute. But what did she just say to Luna? Hehehe, just admit it—she’s beautiful, right? Even though I prefer women with fuller bodies, if it’s Vivian, I’d choose her."
"..."
"Yeah, why did she say she doesn’t need money to go on a date with you?" Jack asked, clearly confused by that part.
"She’s not a prostitute," Liam replied, choosing to be honest since he couldn’t label someone as one if they weren’t.
"She’s not? But her? I’ve messaged her before," Jack said.
"She’s a broker for women," Liam answered with a frown.
"What?" Jack was stunned.
"Maybe she felt sorry for those women, so she rejected customers like you," Liam added.
Jack looked like he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
He touched his own face. He didn’t think he was ugly—just not handsome.
"What else did she say?" Jack grew more curious.
Liam glanced at their previous table, then realized the bag Vivian had placed under it was already gone.
"She sells drugs," Liam replied.
"It seems she’s the one supplying drugs to some people here."
"Damn, she’s really something else," Jack said, utterly shocked.
Just as he finished speaking, someone approached them.
Ayla—the other woman who used to be in the same group as Luna and Vivian.
Compared to them, she was more reserved.
You could say she was just carried along by the two of them.
Without them, she seemed much quieter.
She wore a short skirt, and her straight blonde hair was gathered over her chest, falling past the left side of her neck.
When she looked at Liam, she gave him a gentle smile.
"Do you want someone to spend the night with?" she asked.
"Did Vivian send you?" Liam responded.
"Yes, she said you were looking for company. You might be surprised—I’m still a virgin. I just happen to need a lot of money right now, so I asked Vivian to help me find a wealthy man to pay me. I thought it’d be easier with someone I know. I’m sorry for mocking you before with Vivian and Luna."
Liam, "..."
Jack, "..."
Jack’s eyes widened in disbelief.
"Really? You’re a virgin?" Jack asked.
A claim like that was hard to believe.
After all, how many women remain virgins after high school?
Because it’s so rare in the West, some people even auction their virginity for high prices.
The problem was, Ayla didn’t look like someone inexperienced.
If a woman like Ayla was truly a virgin, Jack wouldn’t mind spending a lot of money—even 10,000 dollars wouldn’t be an issue.
Of course, he didn’t dare speak before Liam.
Ayla was talking to Liam, after all, and she might not even be interested in him.
Jack looked at Liam, waiting for his response.
"Let’s relax first," Liam said, walking toward their previous table, which was now empty.
Ayla followed him.
When Liam sat down, Ayla sat beside him.
Jack could only watch with envy.
Ayla allowed Liam’s arm to wrap around her waist, even leaning against him as she picked up two glasses of wine, handing one to Liam.
Quite a few students were watching them.
Liam arrived with Luna, then talked privately with Vivian.
After both left, he was now sitting with Ayla.
Did he want the three most attractive girls in their class?
Not necessarily the most beautiful, but they were very active socially, making them well-known.
"You’re serious, right?" Liam asked.
He had never been with a virgin before. That was why he couldn’t refuse at all.
What was the point of being rich if he didn’t know what that felt like?
"If it’s not true, you don’t have to pay," Ayla said casually.
"Is that surprising?" she asked.
"Have you never dated before?"
"Not really. Maybe I’m too picky. I tried a few times, but it didn’t work out." Ayla smiled as she said that, while Liam’s hand instinctively touched her thigh.
It was slim and long, fair and smooth without any blemishes. Her body smelled pleasant, though her breath carried a hint of alcohol.
"If you want me to be your girlfriend, I’d gladly accept," Ayla added with a soft laugh.
Liam smiled and stroked her straight blonde hair.
"As long as you take good care of yourself, I can cover your living expenses," he said.
"That’s enough for me..." Ayla looked pleased.
She held Liam’s hand, gently playing with his fingers.
"There’s already a room for us here. Do you still want to stay at the party?" Ayla asked.
"I don’t think so." Liam finished another glass of wine before standing up.
Jack was seen trying to approach several women.
Unfortunately, they all avoided him.
Liam and Ayla quickly entered the elevator, which only went down one floor.
The room was at the very end of the hallway. Ayla opened it with a key she had, revealing a bedroom that wasn’t particularly spacious.
The hotel here was simple, but expensive—meant for people in urgent situations.
"Do you want to shower first?" Ayla asked.
"No need," Liam replied, wrapping his arm around her waist as he sat on the bed.
Ayla climbed onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I really don’t have any experience, so it might not be very enjoyable with me," she said.
"Don’t worry..." Liam chuckled, pressing her down into the mattress before capturing her petite lips in a kiss.
His hand slipped beneath her blouse, finding nothing but bare skin underneath. He reached up, squeezing her breasts—they were a perfect fit for her frame.
Ayla was undeniably awkward, yet Liam could still feel the faint, hesitant pull of her lips against his. Her face flushed a deep crimson as his grip tightened, her hips beginning to stir restlessly beneath him.
Despite her nerves, Ayla began to undo the buttons of Liam’s shirt one by one until it fell away. Liam moved to her neck, licking the long, pale curve of her throat until a soft moan escaped her lips.
Shortly after, he shucked the blouse from her body, revealing a simple white bra. His hands navigated to her back, deftly unhooking the clasp. Once freed, Liam gathered them in his hands, kneading them firmly as he returned his attention to her neck.
Ayla tried to reciprocate, her fingers tracing the broad lines of his back.
"Does that feel good?" Liam murmured.
"Yeah..." Ayla gave a slight, breathless nod.
Liam’s gaze drifted down toward her skirt. He pulled it down in one motion along with her panties, finally revealing her most intimate hidden depths. She was clean-shaven and pale, with a soft pink heat between her thighs.
Liam reached out to touch her; she was already slick. She felt incredibly tight, but as his fingers began to stroke her, she started to open up for him.
"Ahhh..." Ayla couldn’t help but let out a sharp moan.
Impatience finally took hold of Liam. He stood up, stripping off his trousers under Ayla’s watchful, wide-eyed gaze.