Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

The attic ceiling was bathed in the grayish-white light of the morning sun, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares and bicycle bells drifted in from outside the window. When Chen Feng opened his eyes, the first thing he smelled was a faint scent of perfume mixed with the lingering scent of a woman from the previous night, a sweet and cloying fragrance that made him feel restless.

He barely slept last night; that burning desire had kept him tense all night. The folding bed creaked open, and he sat up, a large tent bulging in his camouflage pants, painfully hard. He glanced down, gave a wry smile, and pulled the blanket up to cover his waist.

The sound of a spatula sizzling came from the kitchen; Lin Fang was already up. She had changed into a loose white shirt, the hem just covering her upper thighs, revealing her long, bare, snow-white legs. She wore fluffy pink slippers and was bending over in front of the gas stove, frying eggs. The shirt collar was loose, and with her bending over, her full breasts almost seemed to burst out of the collar, making one dizzy.

"Awake? Come and have breakfast." Lin Fang didn't turn her head, but her voice was full of laughter.

Chen Feng's Adam's apple bobbed, and he forced himself to walk over, but his eyes couldn't help glancing at her neckline. Lin Fang seemed to have noticed beforehand; she suddenly straightened up, put her hands behind her back, and pulled down the hem of her shirt, which only made her chest curves appear even tighter.

"Have you looked enough?" She glanced at him with a half-smile. "If you look again, I'll gouge your eyes out."

"No... I didn't see it." Chen Feng quickly lowered his head, his voice muffled as if he had just crawled out of a cellar.

The dining table was an old-fashioned, foldable square table with three wobbly legs. On the table were three bowls of soy milk, two fried dough sticks, a dish of pickled vegetables, and three poached eggs. A thin layer of oil floated on the surface of the steaming soy milk, and it smelled incredibly tempting.

Chen Feng sat down, picked up his bowl, and gulped down half of it in two mouthfuls. He grabbed a fried dough stick and gnawed on it quickly, leaving a ring of golden oil stains around his mouth. His eating manners were as rough as a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days, a stark contrast to the two city women.

Lin Fang shook her head, took a tissue and wiped his mouth: "Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you. The way you're eating, it's like you're fleeing a famine."

Chen Feng chuckled twice, broke the fried dough stick in half again, dipped it in soy milk, and continued to eat. Lin Fang looked at his bulging cheeks and suddenly felt that although this kid was rustic, he was genuinely rustic, so rustic that it made her heart itch.

Just as they were eating, Liu Yu's door creaked open.

She emerged with messy, curly hair, still half-asleep, wearing only a pink spaghetti-strap nightgown. The dress was ridiculously short, causing her ample breasts to jiggle with each step, and her legs were dazzlingly white. The events of the previous night had clearly kept her awake; her eyes were slightly dark, and her gaze was somewhat evasive.

Upon seeing Chen Feng, she froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, her face turning bright red to her ears.

"Good morning..." Her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz. She quickly lowered her head and hurried toward the dining table, trying to bypass Chen Feng to get the soy milk.

Chen Feng was engrossed in making fried dough sticks and didn't notice her at all. Liu Yu panicked, tripped over a table leg, and fell forward—

"Be careful!"

Chen Feng reacted swiftly, reaching out and grabbing Liu Yu by the waist. Liu Yu gasped, instinctively pressing her hands against his chest, almost throwing herself into his arms. In that moment, she felt as if she had crashed into a wall of burning flesh, the hard chest muscles radiating an astonishing heat through the thin fabric.

What's worse, Chen Feng's erection from that morning hadn't subsided yet, and with her pounce and rub, it suddenly felt like an iron rod pressing against her lower abdomen, burning hot even through the two thin layers of cloth.

Liu Yu completely exploded, screaming as she shoved him away, taking two steps back and nearly sitting on the platform: "You pervert! You...you...you were already this naughty this morning?!"

Chen Feng was also stunned, his hand still around her waist, his face flushed red with embarrassment: "I...I didn't mean to, you tripped..."

Lin Fang, watching from the side, couldn't help but laugh. She blew on her soy milk and slowly said, "Yu Yu, what's your name? You couldn't get enough of staring at me in the bathroom last night, and this morning you even threw yourself into my arms?"

"You still dare to talk back!" Liu Yu angrily grabbed the tissue box from the table and threw it at Lin Fang. "You heartless bastard, I almost got... got that thing of his... again... ouch!"

Chen Feng lowered his head, his ears burning red. Liu Yu realized what she had said only after she finished, wishing she could disappear into the ground. Lin Fang laughed so hard she almost fell over, her chest heaving: "Oh my little darling, you can't say things like that! Chen Feng is still a virgin!"

"Him? A virgin, huh!" Liu Yu exclaimed, "...His thing was as hard as an iron rod; he almost shoved it into me again!"

Chen Feng finally couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Isn't that... a normal reaction in the morning...?"

The sound was soft, but it was like a bomb.

Liu Yu and Lin Fang both froze, then Liu Yu screamed "Ah!" and grabbed a cushion to bury Chen Feng in: "You're going to die! Saying things like that so early in the morning!"

Lin Fang laughed until tears streamed down her face, slapping the table: "Alright, alright, stop fooling around, let's eat breakfast! If you keep making a fuss, the soy milk will get cold."

The atmosphere finally eased a bit. The three of them sat down around a small table. Liu Yu deliberately sat far away from Chen Feng, drinking her soy milk with her head down, but her ears remained red. Chen Feng didn't dare to breathe, burying his head in his fried dough sticks, eating even faster than before, as if trying to swallow his embarrassment.

Lin Fang placed a poached egg in Chen Feng's bowl, and then placed one in Liu Yu's bowl, smiling as she said, "You need to be full to have the energy to argue, right?"

Liu Yu rolled her eyes at her, then suddenly remembered something and secretly glanced at Chen Feng. That glance held a mix of shyness, annoyance, and barely concealed curiosity. Chen Feng felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze and almost choked on his soy milk.

Lin Fang, on the other hand, was quite frank, asking while drinking her soy milk, "Chen Feng, what can you do?"

"I can blast mountains, I can blast rocks, and I can fight," he said honestly.

"Besides fighting?"

"They know how to farm and how to butcher pigs."

Lin Fang rolled her eyes: "Donghai doesn't raise pigs." She thought for a moment, "Fine, after dinner, come with me to Jinbihuihuang, I'll find you a job."

"What are you doing?"

"To keep watch over the place," she uttered three words. "With a physique like yours, it's a waste not to use you."

Chen Feng didn't ask what "watching the place" meant, but he could roughly guess. There are village bullies and protection collectors in the mountains too; the principle is the same.

He quickly stuffed the last piece of fried dough stick into his mouth, then gulped down a large mouthful of soy milk before raising his head and looking at Lin Fang with a serious expression: "Sister Fang, I have something I want to ask you."

"Speak." Lin Fang raised an eyebrow.

"That magnificent, golden structure... what exactly is it for?"

Lin Fang was taken aback: "A nightclub? What else can you do there? A place to drink, sing, and dance."

"Well..." Chen Feng scratched his head, looking even more confused, "Why do you work in a place like that? Dealing with those drunk men every day is so dangerous."

He paused, as if making a huge decision, lowered his voice, and stared intently at Lin Fang: "Sister Fang, you wouldn't be doing... that kind of work in there, would you?"

The air froze instantly.

Lin Fang's eyes shifted from surprise to danger, finally narrowing into slits: "What kind of work?"

Chen Feng felt a chill run down his spine under her gaze, but he still steeled himself and said in the most honest and innocent tone, "It's...it's that kind of thing...accompanying people to drink and sleep with them...?"

"Pfft—" Liu Yu spat out a mouthful of soy milk, choked and coughed, her face turning bright red.

Lin Fang's face, like a palette of colors, went from white to red, from red to green, before she slammed her hand on the table with a "bang," making the dishes jump: "Go to hell! Who are you calling a 'Miss'?!"

"I...I didn't mean that..." Chen Feng recoiled in fright, almost falling off his chair. "I just heard...that places like that...the women..."

"What the hell?!" Lin Fang angrily grabbed her chopsticks and smacked him on the head. "I'm the supervisor! Do you understand? A supervisor is in charge of people! Not someone who sells themselves!"

"Oh, oh, the foreman..." Chen Feng covered his head, his voice filled with sudden realization, "What does the foreman do?"

"It's just...it's just..." Lin Fang was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to explain the nightclub's organizational structure to this country bumpkin.

Liu Yu finally caught her breath and rolled around in her chair laughing: "Hehehe...he meant you're a prostitute! Sister Fang!"