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Chapter 53: Choko Shiniki

The smell of smoke and the sight of the familiar underground club with dancing prostitutes, men and women making out left and right; is a sight familiar to a certain pink-haired man who is currently puffing his cigarettes quietly and having his drink while leaning down on a bar.

"Cô có một mình không, cô gái xinh đẹp?" (Translation: "Are you alone, hottie?")

His pair of emerald eyes turned to a pair of brown orbs behind him. He sees a woman wearing a black bodycon dress, accentuating her perfect curves, neck, and brown curly hair. Of course, Bonten's second-in-command cannot resist such a woman. Most especially that the woman has brown hair. Brown has become his weakness these days. He gently put his cigar down, and walked closer to the woman to whisper in her ear seductively.

"Sorry. I'm a tourist, I can't understand Vietnamese." He says in English. This made the woman snicker and smirk.

"I see. I hope you can understand one language I also know." She also whispers back in his ear, in English as well.

"And what is that, sweetheart?" The man asks in a more seductive tone.

"Moaning." The woman hummed in response and slowly caressed his manhood. Oh how he is learning to love Vietnamese women. They're not only quick on the uptake, they're also bold and smoking hot.

"Easy there, love. That 'thing' bites." He replied, which made the woman bite her lower lip.

"Why don't you and I talk a bit on the dance floor? You know~ try to get to know each other first before we get to business?" He asks and offered his hand, which the curly haired woman gladly took. Then, she guided him at the middle of the dance floor.

As soon as they are in the middle of the dance floor, the woman snaked her arms around the man's neck, giving him access to her bombshell figure.

"So where are you from, you hard-to-get daddy?" she asks while they're slow dancing to the upbeat Vietnamese party music in the background. The man hummed and smirked and then held her hand and twirled her around, making her back feel his hard chest and bulge. He breathed in her neck and whispered in her ear.

"France." He replied and gently nibbled in her ear.

"Oh daddy~ you don't look European to me. You seem more..." she seductively responded and turned around once again to whisper back in his ear in return.

"...Asian." She added and nibbled in his ear as well. 

He couldn't help but smirk with everything that is happening. Yes, he likes the art of chasing difficult women. The look they give him when they become submissive under him as he explores every nuke of their body is a heavenly sight. But having women who knows how to initiate and take charge fuels his raging hormones and his love for sex.

"What is your name, gorgeous?" he asks.

"Choko. How about you, Mr. France? What name should I scream tonight?" She asks as she started swaying her hips towards his hard shaft. This made the man smirk even more and lowered down his head.

"Sanzu." He introduced and then immediately attacked the woman's plump lips.

The two started making out in the middle of the dance floor with no care to anybody else. His hands took his precious time venturing around her curvaceous frame, her waist, ass, and his chest, while his tongue did its job venturing her mouth.

"Let's take this upstairs, daddy~ I want you so bad." The woman says and then dragged his hand to the stairs. But before they could leave the floor, he turned to a certain corner and met eyes with a colleague of his.