Chapter 3: Beautiful All Over
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A Heart-Pounding Deal Closure
Anchisa felt her breath catch as she led the young man towards the elevator. The atmosphere was extremely tense. Luckily, his entourage didn’t follow, sparing her from feeling even more frightened. She continued to believe he was the host she had hired.
As soon as the deal was sealed, he stood up and gestured for her to lead the way. Anchisa nearly walked with her head bowed, acknowledging that her rash decision to hire a host was already nerve-wracking. But what was more unsettling was whether it was necessary for the host to be this handsome and charming.
As soon as Anchisa started leading the way, the young mafia boss nodded to call his bodyguard over.
"Yes, Sir,"
"Prepare the penthouse suite," he said calmly, referring to the top-level suite at the hotel owned by his friend, where outsiders were strictly prohibited!
At the elevator, Anchisa stopped and turned to look at the young mafia boss.
"I... I’ve already booked a hotel room on the 16th floor," she said, reaching out to press the button to wait for the elevator. But he gently moved her hand away.
"Come to my room. I’ve already arranged a private suite,"
"What?"
"Follow me."
He then led her to another elevator where a security officer was standing. Anchisa looked up at him, confused.
"Why... why not go to my room?"
Since she was the one paying, she should be the one covering the room cost.
"I don't like other people's rooms," he replied calmly. Before she could say anything, the elevator in front of them chimed. He invited her in before following closely behind.
This time, she was more nervous than before. He stood very close to her, so close that his cologne hit her nose. She stood with her head lowered, clasping her hands to stop them from shaking, but what she couldn't stop from shaking was her heart, which was pounding hard.
She didn't dare speak, not even breathe loudly.
But... she had no intention of backing down either.
With looks like that and such a great setup, how could I back out now? This is exactly what she deserves for her first time.
When the elevator reached the top floor, Anchisa took a deep breath to gather her courage before stepping out. She hesitated slightly when she saw two security guards standing at the door of the room he said he had booked.
It was unusually extravagant, but at this moment, her mind wasn't focused on that. The more pressing matter was the purity she was about to lose.
"You've come this far with me, so there's no turning back now," he reiterated for assurance, as s*x for a mafia like him was about consent and never coercion!
"Yes." Anchisa nodded. She had come this far with him, so was she really going to change her mind? No way.
"I've got the money to pay you, don't worry," she reassured him, sensing he might be concerned about her ability to pay. Anyway, she only planned for an hour, and it shouldn't cost more than twenty thousand at most.
"Good," he replied calmly, a slight smile forming at the corner of his mouth before leading her into the room. Anchisa glanced around, feeling a strange unease about the room's luxury. It was clearly a VVIP room.
Her eyes scanned the room before she followed him to the separate bedroom, stopping at the grand bed in the center. Outside, through the large glass window, the view of the skyscraper indicated that this room was high up.
Suddenly, Anchisa began to feel anxious. Her hands were cold from the room's chill, yet sweat started to form on her face.
"Go sit on the bed, and wait for me," he commanded.
"Huh..." Her eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion. Anchisa felt strange because he dared to give orders to someone who hired him, when she should be the one giving orders.
However, her thoughts froze for a moment when she saw the scene in front of her.
The handsome host she hired was taking off his suit jacket, tossing it onto the sofa before beginning to unbutton his cufflinks.
Gulp... So sexy. Oh My God!
"Uh, um, do you want to shower first?"
"I'll shower later."
The young mafia man replied, his sharp gaze still fixed on Anchisa. His strong hands calmly unbuttoned his shirt collar as he stepped towards her.
"W-wait, uh, I forgot to ask. D-did you bring any condoms? It's the first time, so we should be careful."
"No size fits."
What... what does he mean by no size fits? Anchisa was shocked.
"B-but I think we should be careful because I don't know who you've slept with before or if you have any diseases."
The young woman said, starting to back away, but it was too late. He reached her and pushed her down, pinning her beneath him, preventing her from moving.
Christopher's shirt parted, and she sneaked a glance at his firm, muscular abs.
Clean, firm, pale...
Anchisa gulped hard!
"I haven't slept with anyone for three months. Is that enough to put your mind at ease?"
"Uh... oh, okay." She felt uneasy, her mind processing slowly, as if she was stuttering today.
"And you, who was the last person you slept with?" He asked again to be sure, but judging by her trembling like a little bird, it seemed unlikely...
"I-I never have."
"Good, then it's safe. We can do it without protection," Christopher leaned towards her ear, making the woman beneath him squeeze her eyes shut, quickly pushing his face away with both hands.
"W-wait, we haven't agreed on the price yet." She squinted up at him once more. He sighed, looking annoyed, before grabbing her wrists that were pushing his face away and pressing them down into the soft mattress.
"Just give me whatever you have."
"I-I only have twenty thousand baht."
"Hmm..."
"T-then just an hour is enough. I-if it's more than that, I can't pay."
"Hmm, if it goes over an hour, I'll throw it in for free."
"B-but..."
"Stop talking now..." he scolded before leaning his face into the smooth white neck of the woman. His hot breath lingered around her, making Anchisa shiver. His moist, warm tongue licked her earlobe before gently nibbling it, creating a sensation she had never experienced before.
He released her wrist and moved to caress her chest, which was both soft and firm. The clothes frustratingly obstructed the contact he desired, and he should have removed them long ago.
As quick as a thought, he reached to unzip the hidden zipper on the side of her dress, letting the beautiful dress slide down her slender legs.
"Ah..." The cold air from the air conditioner hit her body, and Anchisa was so embarrassed she didn't know where to hide her face.
His sharp eyes stared at her nearly naked body without averting his gaze. His gaze traveled from her blushing face to her beautiful breasts, from which he had just discarded the winged bra. Her pink n*****s hardened from the cold, inviting the tip of his tongue to touch them. His large hand caressed her flat stomach, with just a hint of muscle, making it enticingly sexy.
The young mafia man paused when his gaze landed on the bright red lace thong.
Earlier, the woman had intended to wear it to show her ex-boyfriend, who was not lucky enough to see it!
"D-Don't look,"
Anchisa cried out to stop him as his large hand slowly pulled away the underwear that covered her most private area.
Christopher stared without blinking. He swallowed hard. He had been with dozens of women, but none were as beautiful... smooth... with a rosy pink hue... without any dark hair in the way like this.
As pure as a child...
"Beautiful," he murmured, expressing his satisfaction.
The woman in front of him was beautiful all over.
Beautiful even there...
Beautiful in every part.
Truly flawless.
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