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The Royal Cigar Club is the most exclusive private cigar club in Beijing, with membership fees starting at one million yuan per year.

Jiang Momo appeared at the club entrance right on time and skillfully pushed open the back door.

She is the eggplant taster here.

We specifically test the cigars before customers order them to determine if they are in the best condition for optimal smoking.

This job has a slightly borderline aspect.

But the hourly wage is high.

Five hundred yuan an hour, not including tips.

In the changing room, Jiang Momo changed into the uniform used by the eggplant tester.

A black, form-fitting bodycon dress with a very low neckline, the hem barely covering the upper thighs, paired with sheer black stockings and stiletto heels.

She looked at herself in the mirror and felt a slight flush on her cheeks.

Every time she wears this outfit, she feels like she's not wearing anything at all.

Her full breasts were cinched in a deep curve by the neckline, her waist was extremely slender, and the curves of her hips were accentuated to the fullest.

Black stockings encased her straight legs, gleaming delicately under the light.

She suppressed her discomfort, took out her tool kit from the locker, checked the tools inside, and then pushed open the door to walk into the hall.

The lobby was dimly lit, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of cigars, mixed with the scents of sandalwood and leather.

The guests sat in twos and threes on leather sofas, with whiskey and decanters in front of them, their faces mostly covered by masks.

This is also one of the features of the Royal Cigar Club.

All guests and staff must wear masks.

Guests can bring their own masks or have them provided by the club, but the aim is to cover their faces and maintain an air of mystery.

Jiang Momo wore a silver bunny girl half-face mask, which only covered the part above her eyebrows and eyes, revealing her moist red lips.

As soon as I stepped into the lobby, the supervisor's voice came through my earpiece.

"A super VIP is coming tonight, so everyone better be on your guard!"

The eggplant taster standing nearby visibly breathed more heavily, his eyes filled with fervor.

But Jiang Momo didn't care.

Because she's already been booked for tonight.

The man who patronized her was a regular customer. His surname was Zhou, he was in his forties, worked in real estate, and was very generous. He always ordered her whenever he came.

But the way Mr. Zhou looked at her made her uncomfortable, and he also touched her inappropriately.

She accepted the hourly wage of 500.

Jiang Momo carried the tray into the side hall of the east wing, where President Zhou was already seated.

He was wearing a gold mask today, revealing half of his greasy face and a pair of lecherous eyes. When he saw her come in, he immediately smiled.

"Momo's here? Come, sit here."

He patted the spot next to him, his gaze unabashedly sliding from her face to her chest, pausing briefly at the buttons on her shirt.

Jiang Momo pretended not to see his gaze and sat down on the single sofa opposite him.

"Mr. Zhou, what kind of cigar would you like to try today? I have some Cohiba lances that just arrived, they're from a good vintage."

"I'll take everything you recommend."

Mr. Zhou smiled and moved closer to her. "What Momo recommends is definitely the best."

Jiang Momo maintained a polite smile and took out a dark brown cigar from the humidor.

"This is a Cohiba lance from Cuba, seven inches long, with a ring gauge of 38, and the tobacco leaves have been aged for at least three years. The top notes have the spiciness of cardamom and pepper, the middle notes transform into the richness of leather and cocoa, and the base notes have the fragrance of cedarwood."

Mr. Zhou wasn't listening to the cigar at all; his eyes were glued to her.

He suddenly reached out and took her hand that was holding the cigar. "Momo, your hands are so beautiful."

Jiang Momo froze, then subtly withdrew her hand.

"Mr. Zhou, let me warm your eggplant first."

According to club rules, cigars need to be warmed with body heat before being lit.

Normally, you would use the warmth of your palm, but here, you would need to warm the eggplant on your thigh.

She crouched down, placed the cigar on her black stockings, and gently rolled it with her palm.

The black stockings and dark brown cigars created a striking contrast, exuding an ambiguous and inexplicable atmosphere under the dim light.

Mr. Zhou's eyes followed her movements, and he couldn't help but swallow.

"Momo, what have you thought about what I told you last time?"

Jiang Momo pretended not to understand and continued what she was doing.

Mr. Zhou moved closer, ambiguously touching her thigh and lecherously staring at the rise and fall of her chest.

"Fifty thousand a month, you don't need to work hard here, just keep me company. You're so beautiful, it's a waste for you to be here."

"Mr. Zhou, please don't do this."

Jiang Momo felt goosebumps rise all over her body and almost instinctively leaned back, forgetting that she was squatting down to warm the eggplant. The sudden backward movement almost made her fall to the ground.

Just as Mr. Zhou raised his hand to grab her wrist, a wine glass suddenly fell from the sky and smashed onto the carpet in front of him with a dull thud.

Jiang Momo looked up blankly.

In the dim light, a tall figure stood against the light in front of the sofa.

President Zhou was furious.

Who would dare ruin his plans at this time?!

He looked up abruptly, about to curse, but upon seeing who it was, his face turned deathly pale.

He jumped up from the sofa, his voice trembling.

"Li... what are you doing here?"

Li Jiuyuan didn't look at him.

His gaze fell on Jiang Momo, who was lying on the ground.

He originally came here to discuss business, but he overheard a commotion coming from the side.

A friend who had come with him to mooch a cigar, separated by a screen, remarked with a sigh.

"It's not surprising to be taken advantage of in places like this."

But for some reason, he felt that the woman's voice sounded very familiar.

When he finally followed his heart and came over, he saw a scene that sent his blood pressure soaring.

The woman who had been writhing in his arms last night, as soft as a puddle of water, was now squatting on the ground in a tight-fitting short skirt and black stockings, having her thigh touched by a fat, middle-aged man.

At that moment, his killing intent reached its peak.

Mr. Zhou was so frightened that his legs went weak.

Even a pig-brain could see that Li Jiuyuan was interested in the eggplant tester in front of him.

He was so angry he felt like he was going to vomit blood, but he didn't dare utter a sound and scrambled out of the room.

When passing by Li Jiuyuan, I practically pressed myself against the wall, barely daring to breathe.

A crisis was thus quietly averted. Jiang Momo squatted on the ground, only belatedly realizing that she had been saved by a stranger.

She looked up, wanting to say thank you.

The man who had just exuded domineering aura had vanished.

……

In the outer corridor, Secretary Lin followed behind Li Jiuyuan, not daring to breathe loudly.

He had followed this man for eight years and had never seen him show that kind of expression.

Not to mention rescuing a woman, he wouldn't even dare to think about it.

"Secretary Lin."

Li Jiuyuan suddenly spoke coldly.

"Go and investigate that guy surnamed Zhou. I want him to disappear from this circle within a month."

Secretary Lin shuddered.

"Yes."