Bad Influence

3. Women

Author's note:

I checked the character's preferences by researching their book to know their type.
Yi Sang: He was in a toxic relationship, but later married a woman who was also an author.
Heathcliff: Catherine.
Sinclair: Loves older women as a mentor and love interest.
Gregor: No relationship in his story, just pure depression.
Meursault: Has one love interest. Surprisingly down bad for her.
Hong Lu: Loves someone, but married another woman due to arranged married.

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Sinclair could not believe his eyes.

The sinners who never worked together or talked with each other got along. It was not over a battle, struggle, or hardship but a lewd book. They sat on the floor with solemn expressions while the book sat in the middle of the circle.

Gregor grinned. "So, it's finally time, huh?"

Yi Sang and Meursault nodded.

Hong Lu was excited. "This is going to be fun!"

Sinclair felt out of place. Was this the thing he was too young to understand?

"Puzzled, kid?" Heathcliff could catch the confusion on his face.

"Yeah. I don't understand why we should be excited about women."

The older man raised his eyebrows. "I think you will understand by going straight to the subject. We should ask the owner of the book first."

"Hmm, I actually bought this book because of this girl."

A woman wore a silk bathrobe laid on the bed. Her bathrobe slipped from her shoulder, revealing the cleavage between her chest. Her right hand held a smoking pipe while her left pulled her robe to show her thigh. She had a seductive aura as she tried to lure you into joining her.

"This woman is hot, but..." Heathcliff frowned at the picture. "She looks like the type that will go out at night to party and play with another man."

"Hmmm... sometimes, I imagine myself dating such a woman."

Sinclair was concerned. "Yi Sang, you might end up in a toxic relationship."

"I only like her visuals. I prefer someone who can talk on the same level as me personality-wise."

Heathcliff continued their agenda. "The owner of the book had told us about his type. Your turn, Blondy."

"Eh, me?"

Sinclair flipped the paper of the book slowly. His cheeks were red from looking at all of these sexy ladies. He finally stopped at one picture. The background of the portrait was a class. Sinclair chose a feminine woman wearing a white shirt, a black high-waist skirt, brown stockings and glasses on her nose. She had a round face and smiled gently into the camera. The woman had the right amount of plumpness in her chest and hip.

Heathcliff grinned. "Teacher? Older woman? You are dirtier than you look!"

Sinclair covered his face in shame. "This is embarrassing."

Gregor only laughed. "Hey, that's okay. It's common for younger men to like older women. I guess you choose this one because she looks gentle?"

Sinclair nodded at him. "I don't like intimidating women."

"Is intimidating women that bad?"

"Ryoshu threats me to translate for her while Outis keeps giving me orders."

"Uh, right... Sorry about that." Gregor turned his head at the Man with Scar. "What about you, Heathcliff?"