Chapter 14
He turned around, wondering who had said that but the ladies in the pool didn't even turn eyes to him. Tamika lent him a helping hand pulling him out of the pool. "Two thing is certain, you are going to embarrass yourself again. Don't make me regret clicking accepted on your profile."
She sneezed, tossing him a towel to cover himself up and then, showed him the other direction into the house. Yuki forced a smile to his lips, one that never white reached his eyes. He draped his wet hair into the towel until they stopped dripping wet and wrapped the towel against his torso.
"3rd floor, here are the keys." Tamika rolled her eyes, handing him over a silver black key. Yuki smiled again and went into the house.
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"3rd floor on the right, 3rd floor..." Yuki muttered to himself, passing through the crowd of women in bikini, sipping on vodka in the living room. On getting to the stairs, his eyes met two women making out on the staircase, one's mouth eating out the other pussy and the other licking her nipple so hard. He cringed, pushing his way through the narrow space they had left on the staircase.
"Hot kid, go get us some vodka. I need it in my girlfriend's pussy, quickly." Something that sounded more like a mock was heard from one of the ladies who just laughed at him.
"Not a butler, excuse me." Yuki climbed the stairs faster, his ears burning from the lewd comment. He didn't bother turning back, afraid that if he made eye contact with any of them, they'd drag him into something he wasn't ready for. His feet hit the second floor, and he barely glanced at the open rooms where moans and laughter echoed. Everything about this place was a twisted fever dream—like a mansion run by goddesses who treated modesty like an outdated relic.
"Third floor on the right..." he whispered again, gripping the silver-black key tightly in his palm like it was his only lifeline.
Finally, he reached the third floor. It was quieter up here, less chaotic, the hum of soft jazz music floating through the corridor. The hallway lights were dimmed to a sensual gold glow, illuminating the thick burgundy carpet beneath his feet.
He stopped at the third door on the right. It had a polished black handle, and above it, a small plaque with an engraving in cursive: don't enter, private owners only.
Yuki stood in front of the door, squinting at the engraved warning—don't enter, private owners only. He hesitated. Maybe Tamika had made a mistake. But then again, nothing about this place felt accidental.