xymnovel Chapter 328 Exotic Charm, Swinging Supreme
Chapter 328 Exotic Charm, Swinging Supreme
Lin Chen looked at the two Hu women standing at the door. Their thin veils were barely hanging down, their navels were exposed, and they had a string of bells around their waists.
I knew I'd come to the right place.
When the two women saw Lin Chen, they smiled so brightly that their white teeth were dazzling.
"Sir—please come in—"
Each person stuck one side of the sticker on their body, speaking in broken Mandarin in a drawn-out, almost singing manner.
Lin Chen nodded and stepped inside.
Good guy.
A wave of heat hit my face directly.
The spices were so strong they seemed to be free, mixed with the aroma of wine, cosmetics, and that indescribable scent of the girl.
The stench was so strong it made my bones feel weak.
The hall was packed with more than a dozen tables.
Merchants from Dayan were drinking with Hu women in their arms, while a red-faced man from the Western Regions was playing drinking games and his hands were also wandering, touching the girl's waist.
In the center of the circular stage, five dancers were dancing wildly, their brightly colored clothes and their waists swaying like water snakes, making people dizzy.
A musician in the corner played a curved pipe instrument, the sound long and drawn out, with a lazy quality.
The madam had such sharp eyes; she immediately realized that Lin Chen was a man who didn't lack money.
She swayed her hips as she approached, a woman in her thirties, still charming, her purple dress plunging incredibly low into the neckline.
"Oh my! Sir! You look unfamiliar! Is this your first time here?"
Lin Chen gave a soft "hmm".
The madam looked him up and down, her eyes growing brighter and brighter.
The moon-white long robe was made of top-quality material, and the jade pendant at the waist was of exceptional quality. The whole outfit exuded an air of nobility.
"What kind of girls does the master like? We have girls from the Southern Yue, the Western Regions, and even further west—blonde hair and blue eyes, we have them all!"
"Girls from the South have big eyes, girls from the Western Regions have supple waists, and those from even further west..."
She lowered her voice and winked:
"Hehe, just like a dairy cow."
Lin Chen's eyes lit up, but he remained calm: "Find a quiet place and gather a group of people who can sing and dance."
The madam's eyes lit up, and she immediately led the way, swaying her hips as she went up the stairs, calling out as she went:
"The private rooms on the third floor are ready! Ladies, get ready—!"
Once they reached the third floor, the madam opened the door.
The room was large, and the thick carpet felt soft and plush underfoot.
The soft couch was covered with brocade, with several cushions placed on it, and a low table was laden with fruits, snacks, and drinks.
The windows were covered with light gauze curtains, which fluttered in the wind.
A pale pink incense burner in the corner emitted a scent that made one feel weak all over.
Lin Chen leaned back on the soft couch and casually grabbed a spirit fruit and threw it into his mouth.
The madam clapped her hands, and seven or eight girls came in.
They come in all shapes and sizes, tall and short, fat and thin, but they all have one thing in common—they're good-looking.
The people of South Vietnam had high noses and deep-set eyes with light brown pupils.
They were from the Western Regions, with skin so white it seemed to glow, and eyes as big as copper bells.
Two blondes with blue eyes stood at the very back, their eyes darting around seductively.
Two more...
cough cough.
It really does look like a dairy cow.
Lin Chen's gaze lingered on the two of them for a couple more seconds.
Good guy.
That scale, that undulation.
She was dressed very lightly, the thin gauze barely contained her movements, and she swayed and bounced with every step, creating a rhythm even stronger than the bells of a dancer.
The madam watched Lin Chen's reaction with a smile, knowing exactly what was going on.
"Sir, would you like to choose?"
"Leave them all."
Lin Chen remained calm and pointed to two of the girls holding pipa:
"You two play the music, and the rest of you, dance your hearts out. If I'm pleased, there will be a reward."
The two women carrying pipa stepped forward and bowed. They were in their early twenties, wearing light blue dresses. They weren't particularly stunning, but there was a certain charm in their eyes and brows, quite different from the heavily made-up women next to them.
The madam tactfully withdrew and closed the door.
The door closed, and the music started.
The pipa player sat down, tuned the strings, and with a pluck of her slender fingers—a clear, melodious pipa tune flowed out, a Western Region melody tinged with a touch of sadness.
The rest of the people danced to the music, their waists swaying gently, their arms as limp as if they had no bones.
Her footsteps were light and almost silent on the carpet, except for the tinkling of the bells at her waist.
Lin Chen leaned back on the soft couch, crossed his legs, and tapped his knees with his fingers.
A blonde woman skipped closer, her eyes sparkling, her arms wrapping around Lin Chen's shoulder like water snakes.
Lin Chen reached out and pinched her waist.
"ah--"
The woman giggled and dodged away, twisting her waist even more enthusiastically.
A woman from the Western Regions brought over a cup of wine, knelt in front of Lin Chen, and held the cup above her head with both hands.
Lin Chen took it, sipped it, and found the wine to be mild, with a floral fragrance and the sweetness of honey.
After finishing his drink, he put the cup back and casually touched the girl's face.
The girl blushed, lowered her head, and stepped back, but a smile remained in her eyes.
At that moment, the two "cows" moved.
Good guy.
With that movement, Lin Chen's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
The two of them swayed over from the left and right, creating a turbulent, undulating, and swaying motion, like a tsunami.
The woman on the left bent down to pour him a drink, her collar wide open, and Lin Chen's gaze was involuntarily drawn to her.
"Sir, where are you looking?"
The girl's voice was sickeningly sweet, and she deliberately lowered it further.
Lin Chen coughed lightly: "Check the wine, is it full?"
"It's full!"
The one on the right went around behind Lin Chen and pressed his chest against him to massage his shoulders.
"Sir, your shoulders are so stiff, relax a bit—"
The sound, the force, the touch.
Lin Chen took a deep breath.
Damn, who can handle this?
The pipa music never stopped, and neither did the women's waists.
Lin Chen leaned back on the soft couch, looking languid, and hummed a little tune with his eyes closed.
A girl behind him massaged his shoulders, while a grape peeler at his feet fed him to his mouth.
Lin Chen opened his mouth to take it, and casually hooked her chin.
"Sir, you're so mean."
The girl gave a reproachful sound, her voice sickeningly sweet.
"Broken? What's broken?"
Lin Chen's lips curled up slightly.
The girl blushed, didn't dare to reply, and continued peeling grapes.
The "cow" behind him pressed closer, its lips near Lin Chen's ear, its warm breath brushing against his earlobe.
"Sir, isn't his technique good?"
"it is good."
"So... is there a reward?"
Lin Chen turned to look at her: "What reward do you want?"
The girl's eyes darted around, and she drew circles on Lin Chen's chest with her finger:
"I'll give them whatever reward I think they deserve—"
Lin Chen directly pulled out a silver note and stuffed it into his chest.
At this moment, the two girls who had been dancing in front of him also came over, each squatting on one side of Lin Chen's legs, looking up at him with watery eyes.
"Sir, we want some too—"
The hand on his left rested on his knee and slowly moved upwards.
"Exactly, we can't be biased—"
The one on the right leaned right up, all soft and muscular, like it had no bones.
Lin Chen was surrounded by arms, legs, chests, and faces, the scent of perfume mixed with body odor making it hard to keep his head clear.
When the music ended, the pipa music ceased.
Lin Chen clapped his hands: "Not bad."
Then he changed his posture, bending one leg and resting his arm on his knee.
"One more song, something upbeat."
The girl responded, tuned the strings, and plucked a string—changing the tune to a much faster, more cheerful one, like dancing around a campfire in a desert oasis.
Several women changed their dance steps, quickened their pace, the bells jingled rapidly, and their skirts spun like blooming flowers.
Those two "cows" were spinning the fastest.
This turn... wow, the scene is too beautiful to look at.
Shake it up, down, left, right, forward, and backward—it shakes in every direction without any blind spots.
Lin Chen watched with great interest, occasionally reaching out to grope the passing dancers.
On the waist, legs, and arms, apply lightly and gently, stopping just in time.
The girls weren't annoyed; instead, they laughed even harder and danced even more energetically.
"Sir, your touch is making me so itchy—"
A dancer fell into Lin Chen's arms as she passed by, but he caught her.
"Feeling itchy? Where does it itch?"
"Oh dear—you're so mean!"
The girl punched Lin Chen, jumped out of his arms, and ran away laughing.
Before I knew it, I had drunk several glasses of wine and eaten a plate of grapes.
Lin Chen's eyelids began to feel heavy, his body sank into the soft couch, and his consciousness gradually blurred.
The surrounding music, bells, and girls' laughter all seemed distant, as if separated by a layer of water.
The dancers sensed something was wrong, slowed their movements, and looked at each other in bewilderment.
A dancer asked softly, "Master? Master?"
No response.
Lin Chen lay reclining on the soft couch, his breathing even.
Fell asleep.
The girls looked at each other, unsure of what to do.
A woman picked up a blanket to cover Lin Chen, but had only taken one step—
Suddenly, there was another person in the room.
Dressed in black and wearing a mask, he stood in the corner like a withered tree.
She exuded a cold aura, completely out of place with the temperature in the room.
The girls turned pale with fright, and one woman almost screamed, but someone next to her covered her mouth.
The man in black spoke, his voice hoarse, like rusty metal scraping together:
"Continue, don't stop, and keep your voice down."
The girls paused for a moment, then quickly got to work.
The sound of the pipa rang out again, much softer and gentler than before.
Several women swung their arms gently again, their footsteps extremely light, and the bells made only a faint sound.
No one dared to stop.
No one dared to speak.
The room quieted down, with only soft music playing.
Lin Chen lay on the soft couch, fast asleep.
The man in black covered Lin Chen with a blanket, then stood not far away, motionless, like a statue.