An Angelic B*tch's Climb Up the Social Ladder - Chapter 22

Chap 22- Ball*ng Competition

A bar on East Fourth Alley, with its superb décor and extensive glass windows, offers an amazing night view.
  
Inside the private room was an entirely different scenery. Under the dim lighting, young masters that made up half the room population and girls with heavy make-up, were all focused towards the r*unchy scene happening in the middle of the sofa.
  
Two male teens with wide shoulders and narrow waists were sh*rtless, and had a pair of slender l*gs hung on their shoulders, swaying with each movement— they were having a ball*ng competition.
  
As always, the guy who ejacul*tes first will give their sports car away.
  
“F*c! Relax for your master, squeeze further and I’ll f*rk you till your c*nt’s worn-out.”
  
The teen on the left has a neat short haircut. The tattoo on his chest was visible now and then with his up and down motion, and his eyes were fierce even when it’s dyed with l*st.
  
He sla*ped the girl beneath him on the b*tt, under the sounds of her m*ans, he picked her up and walked while ball*ng into her r*ughly like a male d*g around the room.
  
This scenery left onlookers swallowing their saliva repeatedly, their eyes glued to the area where their s*x org*ns were interconnected. The girl’s bottom was almost about to fly from the continuous collision and Zhang Guyang was still ramm*ng his cr*tch hard into her.
  
The flesh of her bloodshot s*ltry hole has flipped out, and the jet black memb*r was still p*unding unceasingly.
  
The girl s*cking onto his length was a seventeen to eighteen-year-old influencer who was first spotted by Zhang Guyang while she was vlogging live. After he tipped her hundreds of thousands of dollars on the platform, she started to follow him.
[T/N: Follow here refers to being a ke pt-woman]
  
Knowing that he’s a playboy with tons of experience, she threw away her pride and tried to curry favor; her l*gs wrapped around his waist and she tightly contracted her flower, even with so many on-looking eyes, she still m*aned s*xily in ple*sure.
  
This inc*ted Zhang Guyang’s eyes to turn a crimson red. He pushed her up against the wall and thr*st quickly, stick*ng it in like a drill machine.
  
The whole room is full of “slap*ing” sounds. The other competing pair had shot, but Zhang Guyang is still going strong here, his lower body was neatly dressed so the crowd can’t see the madness at the interconnection.
  
But it is not hard to imagine the er*tic madness just from the w*t sounds and the unceasingly swaying l*gs of the girl on his sides.
  
With a low roar, he unloaded his se*ds fully into the h*le. Right at this moment, the room’s door opened.
  
When Tang Ziyu entered through the door, he saw Zhang Guyang pull out and the topl*ss girl with b**bs exp*sed slid down onto the floor like a piece of tattered rag, the strong smell made him frown, but he said nothing and walked toward the sofa.

“Yo, Brother Yu, I haven’t seen you for days!”
  
“What have you been playing lately? It’s hard to even get you out. The gang almost thought you’d turned into a monk if you hadn’t appeared.”
  
Faced with the joking banter of the four to five(male) teens, Tang Ziyu chose to ignore and reached for the wine on the table. He had just taken two sips when Zhang Guyang came and sat down beside him, his huge length still hanging out.
  
He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and glanced over at the wall. The girl limped weakly on the floor, came over, and got onto her knees to l*ck his length.
  
“I hear you’ve been chasing a girl?” Zhang Guyang asked Tang Ziyu with an after-s*x husky voice   

“Well, have you f*c ked her?”
  
Tang Ziyu gave him an eye, “Nonsense, there’s nothing of the sort.”
  
He had two more mouthfuls of wine, but the pent-up frustration in his chest was hard to suppress— even the wine tasted sour and bitter.
  
Right at this moment, a pair of soft hands climbed up his arm with swirling motions on its fingertips in an attempt to sed*ce him.
  
Tang Ziyu is a generous sug dad, thus he naturally became popular with the barmaids. Her hands lightly explored around his chest.
  
“Gege”
[T/N: gege an address for older brother]  

The anticipated gentle response wasn’t what she got, Tang Ziyu pushed her away, “Don’t touch me, dirty!” he scoffed.
  
As soon as those words were said, the facial expressions of the princesses in the private room changed and they all turned to leave sullenly.
  
He didn’t care, only drooped his eyelids and focused on drinking. Zhang Guyang understood what happened immediately, he patted the face of the girl sprawled on his thigh as a reward.
  
The girl knew what was expected of her, even though she yearned for more, she got up and sat on the side eating fruit with a toothpick.
  
Zhang Guyang spit out a cigarette and asked him, “Not going as planned?”
  
Now he’s starting to get interested in that girl. It can’t be that she’s playing hard to get.
  
Tang Ziyu is not answering, the gradual flashing light in the room flits past his eyes, mixed with the sound of the k-box, livening up the room, but wistfulness could be seen in his ink-black pupils.
  
Lin Zhinan’s words that night replayed repeatedly in his mind.
  — “We’re not people of the same world. Please, leave me alone.”
  
Fine, whatever, as if I give a shit! Tons of other women would kill to get in bed with me. Tang Ziyu comforted himself by being big-hearted. No wait, this isn’t even a big even matter that needed him to use his brain.
  
But that’s not what his heart is saying.
  
He began to think of her consciously or unconsciously while clubbing, while in class, and those girls who called him gege while clinging onto his arm all reminded him of that face.
  
Her sincere eyes and her words filled with meaning.
  
Everything seemed to be splitting open his denial and throwing the truth into his face— his resignation to what his heart wants and those days spent that were full of muddle-headedness.
  
Lin Zhinan, what damn right do you have?
  
Bouts of frustration travelled up his chest, he slammed the wine bottle hard onto the table “No more chasing, it’s no fun!”   

Just continue to pretend.
  
Zhang Guyang scoffed, if he couldn’t tell that this was his anger talking, then they wouldn’t have been mates for over a decade.
  
“Bro, you’ve deteriorated the older you get. By your usual way, isn’t it a matter of minutes”
  
Under Tang Ziyu’s lowered eyes, he said profoundly, “Isn’t there that saying, the perfect way to get inside a woman’s heart is by conquering her vag*na.”
  
“F*c her twice, and I guarantee she’d obediently cuddle up and call you gege.”
  
He said, “Aren’t you well-versed with this logic before?”
  
He’s talking about their bastard times when they were sixteen to seventeen-year-olds— back then, if someone caught their eye, they’d get them straight into bed even if they’re half-refusing while half-compromising.

“What the heck are you talking about?” Tang Ziyu’a facial expression changed slightly, he glared at his mate warningly. The latter just shrugged his shoulders, spit out a cigarette, and shifted the subject.
  
“Little XingXing’s birthday is on Friday, isn’t it?”
  
“Whatever……”
  
“Tsk! The girl has been bombarding me with phone calls.” Zhang Guyang’s eyebrows are all wrinkled, he turned his head to tease his female companion.
  
Tang Ziyu, who was left alone by the side, stared stunned at the bar for a moment as if deep in contemplation, some thoughts like seeds were sprouting silently in his heart.