Chapter 1 – Sewer Rat

“Zhou Liao, you little bastard, you dumped that ballerina goddess you just snagged?”

The boy called Zhou Liao had his leg propped on the windowsill, a cigarette dangling from his lips. When he turned, a sneer curled his lips. “I dumped her a week ago. You’re just finding out now?”

The group around him erupted in laughter. The other guy lit his own cigarette, eyeing Zhou Liao’s undeniably handsome and arrogant exterior with a hint of envy. “How long did you even play around with her?”

“No idea,” Zhou Liao said dismissively, not bothering to remember.

“What was the reason this time?”

“Your bro Liao knocked her up. She refused an abortion and demanded three Chanel bags first.”

“Damn, you actually bought them?”

“Just one,” Zhou Liao said, stubbing out his cigarette. “Only an idiot would buy her three. I even paid for the abortion myself.”

“You never wear condoms.”

“I wore one. And who’s to say the kid was even mine?”

Zhou Liao might be a mess in other areas, but he always wore condoms during sex. Not out of any sense of responsibility, but because his father held a prominent position and his family had some money, making them prime targets for extortion. Years ago, when he was still underage, he’d gotten a girl from the neighboring class pregnant. Her family stormed the school, staging a dramatic scene of tears, tantrums, and threats of suicide, demanding retribution.

Normally, Zhou Liao’s parents turned a blind eye to his reckless behavior, busy with their careers. It was only when he caused such a public scandal that they dragged him home, scolded him, and paid to smooth things over. His father had warned him: “Just don’t get another girl pregnant. Otherwise, do whatever you want.” That’s why, no matter how degenerate he was, he always remembered to use protection.

That night, he’d only had a few drinks—not enough to get drunk. He was perfectly aware whether he had a condom on or not. He’d only been with that girl for two weeks, barely a few nights together—how could she possibly be pregnant? It was obvious she was just trying to scam him for some cheap bags.

“Tsk, she looks so innocent, but she’s just a public bus.”

“I didn’t give her that title,” Zhou Liao sneered, his long legs hitting the floor as he stood up. “Want to grab some food? We can play basketball afterward.”

“Let’s eat out,” another guy said, also getting up. “Forget basketball. It’s Friday—let’s go clubbing tonight.”

The group of boys immediately perked up. “Let’s go, let’s go clubbing!”

“Fine by me. I’m pissed anyway. A few drinks will clear my head.”

As the group filed out of the empty classroom, Zhou Liao led the way. The moment he stepped out, he collided with someone head-on, the force of the impact sending the tall, nearly 1.85-meter Zhou Liao staggering back a step.

He glared up, ready to unleash a tirade on whoever the hell was so blind, only to find the person hadn’t even glanced at him before continuing straight ahead. The stranger’s face was as cold as a millennia-old snow-capped mountain, his physique even more imposing than Zhou Liao’s own.

“Fucking blind, asshole? Didn’t you see you bumped into someone?” Zhou Liao snarled, scowling at the man with obvious irritation.

The stranger halted but took a long moment before turning around. His expression remained blank as he casually muttered, “Sorry,” the word devoid of any genuine apology.

“You call that an apology?” Zhou Liao retorted.

Normally, Zhou Liao wasn’t one to hold grudges; he was generally considered loyal and dependable. Though emotionally stunted, he was well-liked among his male peers. Already in a foul mood, the stranger’s deadpan expression ignited his temper like wildfire.

The stranger remained silent, as if even sparing another glance was too much effort, before turning and walking away. Enraged, Zhou Liao lunged forward to demand a proper apology, but his friends quickly restrained him.

“Forget it, Brother Liao. Calling after him won’t do any good. That guy’s just like that—thinks he’s too good for everyone.”

“Who the fuck is he anyway?” Zhou Liao had never seen anyone like this at school—like a ghost, but with a decent face. Still, he carried himself like his entire family had died, as gloomy as a sewer rat.

The others were surprised by Zhou Liao’s question. “He’s the top student in our department. We’re in the same classes—you know, the one who always sits in the front row.”

“Why the hell would I care about knowing the top student?”

“Ghost Qin—Qin Zhan. Lone wolf. Doesn’t talk to anyone, no friends. He’s cold as ice, but girls still fall for him.”

“Who the hell would be into that?”

“Can’t deny he’s got the looks.”

Zhou Liao scoffed. He hadn’t paid much attention to Qin Zhan’s face, but he’d definitely memorized his name and eerie aura. He’d never met anyone so rude after bumping into someone, or anyone with such a unique, dead-man aura.

Seeing Zhou Liao still staring at Qin Zhan’s retreating figure as he headed downstairs, the others casually slung an arm around his shoulder. “Forget about him. Just a minor incident. Come on, let’s go get a drink.”

The bar was a riot of neon lights and throbbing music. On the dance floor, men and women vied for attention, their moves as provocative as their boredom. By 1:30 AM, the atmosphere had reached a fever pitch. The DJ sprayed champagne into the crowd, triggering a wave of shrieks and cheers.

They had reserved a VIP booth and stocked it with several bottles of Ace of Spades champagne. Within minutes, a group of people crowded around them. Zhou Liao sat cross-legged, smoking a cigarette, while his buddies thrashed their heads to the pounding music like they were high on something. After watching them for a while, he couldn’t help but laugh, which immediately lifted his spirits.

“Hey handsome, all alone?”

He heard a voice beside him and looked up to see two girls standing near their booth. They looked like twins, both with innocent faces but dressed provocatively in strapless crop tops that left little to the imagination.

“What do you think?” Zhou Liao arched an eyebrow.

With his handsome features and a hint of rogueish charm in his eyes, his flamboyant grin was irresistible. Even the most aloof girls couldn’t resist his allure, proving that no matter how much of a jerk he was, there would always be someone who found it appealing.

“We’re just not sure yet,” one of the twins said, glancing at the ace of spades on their table. Zhou Liao noticed the look.

“Come here, let me tell you something. It’s too noisy over there,” Zhou Liao said, beckoning with a flick of his finger. The twin sisters moved fluidly to his side. Zhou Liao draped an arm around their fragrant shoulders and lowered his voice. “Later at the hotel, it’ll just be me.”

The twins giggled, covering their mouths, and settled beside him, their soft bodies pressing against his arms. “Someone as handsome as you, alone?”

“I was waiting for you, ladies,” Zhou Liao purred smoothly.

A glance at Zhou Liao’s table made it clear he wasn’t short on cash, and his designer clothes confirmed he was a rich second-generation heir—and a handsome one at that. Whatever they got from him tonight, they figured, would be pure profit.

“What, you want both of us?”

“Is that not allowed?” Zhou Liao blinked innocently.

“That depends on your performance. Guess which one of us is the elder sister?” One of the twins picked up the wine, took a sip, and swirled it in her mouth.

Zhou Liao thought the twins were quite clever, but he couldn’t tell them apart just by looks. The two beauties were so similar in appearance and development that he could only guess as he casually wrapped his arms around them. “You’re the older sister.”

The girl behind him chuckled. “You’re wrong.”

“What’s the punishment?”

“Drink the wine from this sister’s mouth.”

Zhou Liao grinned. Pinching the younger sister’s chin, he kissed her passionately. The wine didn’t transfer into his mouth; it simply dripped from the corners of their lips, accompanied by the lewd sound of their tongues entwining.

The younger sister was left dizzy by Zhou Liao’s skilled kiss, her lips still glistening with saliva. He licked her lips one last time. “This wine is quite sweet.”

Staring at Zhou Liao’s face, the younger sister blushed despite her usually brazen demeanor. “How many girls have you been with, handsome?”

“Guess. Get it right, and I’ll drink the wine from your mouth instead.”

Her blush deepened as she realized she’d been outwitted. The older sister seemed annoyed that they were ignoring her. She draped her arm around Zhou Liao’s other side, her cleavage nearly engulfing his arm. “Come on, handsome, you must have been with hundreds, right?”

Zhou Liao genuinely couldn’t remember how many he’d slept with. Sandwiched between two soft, fragrant beauties, he closed his eyes in bliss. “Why don’t you just check tonight and find out?”

His words sent a thrill through the two women. His brothers were either clinging to their targets or dancing wildly in the club. As the three of them sat in a booth chatting, they gradually began kissing, and Zhou Liao couldn’t even tell whose tongue was entwined with his. The two sisters loved teasing him, often making him close his eyes and guess which of them was ravaging his mouth.

Guessing right earned him a breast squeeze, while guessing wrong forced him to drink.

Eventually, they stopped bothering with the game. Both sisters were panting, clinging to his neck and grinding their chests against his face and body. Their flimsy halter dresses hung loosely off their shoulders, revealing their nipples with just a careful glance.

Zhou Liao had no interest in staying at the bar. Having encountered this pair of exceptional twins practically the moment he arrived, he immediately whisked the two beauties off in a taxi to a hotel, barely restraining himself from taking them right in the backseat.

……….

After swiping the key card at the hotel, only two delicate gasps could be heard, and the room quickly filled with an amorous atmosphere.

The next day, as the sunlight streamed onto the bed, Zhou Liao was so drowsy he didn’t even want to move a finger. He had stayed up late into the night before finally falling asleep.

Just as he was about to turn over, he suddenly felt something warm and moist enveloping his lower body. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he lifted the covers and saw two heads below, their tongues licking his erect shaft, occasionally giving it a firm suck. The sensation instantly woke him up.

“Hey, handsome, you’re awake?”

“Are you sisters hungry again?” Zhou Liao sat up slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he pressed their heads down, guiding his glans to their lips.

The two sisters willingly complied, extending their tongues for him to play with as he pleased. After he came, they dutifully licked and swallowed the semen, then opened their mouths wide for him to inspect. Zhou Liao hadn’t encountered such attentive lovers in ages. He’d initially planned to leave after waking up, but ended up indulging in several more rounds of wild sex in the bathroom.

Cigarette dangling from his lips, he pulled up his pants, feeling particularly pleased with himself. Before leaving, he even treated the twins to expensive necklaces worth several thousand yuan each. Though they weren’t in a business arrangement, Zhou Liao was generous. Recognizing they’d encountered such a generous and wealthy playboy, the twins eagerly exchanged WeChat contacts, practically begging for their next encounter.