Super Host With Desire System

"Ringing bell..." The alarm clock rang on time, waking Yang Tao from his deep sleep.

Yang Tao immediately opened his eyes and checked the time on his phone.

The message on the screen indicated that something important would happen to the girl at 3:36 the next morning. When Yang Tao met her at the club, it was around 9 p.m., just over six hours before the predicted event.

He stared at the clock for a while. Around 4 a.m. he called the girl's phone.

The story rewinds to 9 p.m. the night before at the Maplewood Party Club.

The girl had said goodbye to Yang Tao with a hint of sadness. She rested alone in her room for a while, took a shower, and then went out to ring the bell at the front desk.

For a brief moment, Yang Tao had excited her. He had the looks, the height, and most importantly, he was well endowed. In just a few minutes, he had brought her to an unprecedented peak of pleasure.

If such a man had accepted her proposal, she would have seriously considered keeping him in her life.

Among her co-workers and peers, many had men in their lives - whether it was a boyfriend or a casual fling from a KTV during their breaks. They sought solace in being served and pampered.

Having a man was seen as love on the surface, but it often resembled keeping a 'boy toy'. These men were usually dependent, staying home all day and asking for money when they needed it. Nevertheless, these relationships provided emotional sustenance and a sense of companionship.

For the girl, it was proof that there could still be men beyond their profession who were willing to connect with her emotionally.

After all, who wouldn't want to be a good girl?

But unfortunately, Yang Tao didn't seem to be interested in her.

Still, she wasn't discouraged. Despite her job, she dressed up and ventured out during the day, occasionally striking up conversations with strangers. It was rare, however, that she met someone who made her heart flutter.

At first, she had developed a small crush on Yang Tao. Later, they exchanged WeChat contacts, and he showed concern, warning her to be careful when she went back at night and asking for her number.

It was sweet, but also a little too nagging.

When the Sichuan girl returned to the lounge after midnight, she was greeted by a room filled with more than a dozen women in their twenties and thirties. Some were dressed provocatively, their breasts half exposed, their legs casually spread, their underwear peeking out.

"Lily, did you just make out with a big guy? When I came by to use the bathroom earlier, I heard you screaming. I thought you were about to reach heaven!"

Lily, the Sichuan girl, was sitting next to another woman who immediately teased her, her tone filled with crude humor. Were it not for her body, one might have doubted that she was a woman from the way she spoke.

"At least this long and this thick," Lily said, gesturing with her hands. "Oh my God, I almost died back there, but it felt amazing," she added with a dreamy look.

"Look at you, acting all love-struck," another girl teased. "It's not like we haven't seen big ones before."

"Damn, you won't understand until you try," Lily retorted, her expression showing disdain.

"It's not just about size," another woman chimed in. "It has to be hard enough and last long enough. Otherwise, it's just like a snail - it doesn't stop the itching."

"I had one yesterday," complained a woman in her thirties. "It was huge, but the guy finished in less than a minute. Too bad."