FIRST CLASS SEDUCTION

STRAWBERRY CAKE

After soaking in the hot springs, they walked out without changing and went back in their bathrobes.

Pon even went downstairs to the cafe to pack a strawberry cake to take back with him.

His sky-blue bathrobe was slightly oversized at the shoulders. As he bent down to choose the cake, the loose collar hung down. His hair was still a little damp because he had just washed it, and the waistband was wrapped tightly around his waist, accentuating his slender waist and long legs.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that half of the alphas in the cafe were looking in Pon’s direction.

Pon noticed these gazes to some extent, but he had become numb to them over these days.

After all, it was just a side effect caused by H8901.

Rather than saying these alphas were attracted to him, it was more accurate to say they were affected by his pheromones.

Let them look if they want, it’s not like he would lose anything just from being looked at.

However, Sailub frowned and stood beside Pon, his gaze scanning all the alphas who were staring at Pon with a hint of hostility.

“Sai, should I get the strawberry napoleon or the strawberry mille-feuille?” Pon earnestly debated between the two cakes.

He wanted to have both, but his stomach couldn’t accommodate them.

“Either is fine.”

“Or maybe I should buy a slice of both, and we can share half each.” Pon proposed to Sailub.

Sailub wasn’t particularly fond of sweets, but seeing the longing expression on Pon’s face, he had no choice but to agree,
“Okay.”

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When they reached upstairs, Pon cheerfully divided the two cakes into twos.

Sailub wasn’t hungry, so he put his portion in the refrigerator.

Just then, his dad called him, so he walked to the balcony to take the call.

Behind him, Pon’s eyes shifted and landed on the refrigerator door.

He hadn't forgotten, there was a bottle of champagne in the fridge.

Seeing Sailub with his back turned, Pon smirked and tiptoed to the fridge. He took out the champagne and swiftly uncorked it, then poured himself a glass.

The champagne provided by the hotel wasn't particularly exceptional, but it wasn't bad either.

It had a crisp and sweet taste, perfect for a summer night after soaking in the hot springs.

Pon took a couple of sips, sighed contentedly, and felt that it paired perfectly with the strawberry cake.

By the time Sailub finished his call and returned, he saw the half-empty bottle of champagne on the table, as well as the empty plate of cake.

Pon was rubbing his belly with a satisfied expression. When he noticed Sailub looking at him, he blinked innocently, wearing the face of an unrepentant scumbag, as if the empty bottle of champagne on the table had nothing to do with him.

Seeing this, Sailub simply couldn’t get mad at him.

Among the five younger generation kids of the Aiemkumchai and Hemmawich families, Pon had the weakest alcohol tolerance.

Eight out of ten times, he would end up acting crazy in a drunken state, and the other two times, he would end up hugging the trash can as he throws up.