Poor magical girls, work for me!

Inside the private room.

Yoshio Inoue swirled his empty glass in his hand, and in a good mood, he refilled it.

His eyes kept darting towards the entrance of the private room. He had already drunk a glass of wine, but Fujii Fumihiko, whom he was waiting for, still hadn't appeared.

"Fumihiko-kun, why did it take you so long... was there a line for the restroom too?"

He muttered to himself until a huge cheer came from downstairs and reached his ears.

"Thank you, Mr. Ryosuke Miyagi, for ordering the twelve-tiered champagne for Fumihiko Fujii!! Wow~"

The entire first floor erupted in wild cheers!

The atmosphere team kept firing confetti and pop-ups!

Scream! Cheer!

The twelve-tiered champagne tower brought the lively atmosphere of the entire first floor to its peak.

"Um?"

This struck Yoshio Inoue as very strange. Why was this unassuming little shop suddenly so lively?

I've been a patron of this little shop for almost two years, and this is the first time I've seen something like this. A 12-tier champagne tower—this person is truly wealthy; it must have cost over 1000 million yen.

I wonder which rich woman has taken a fancy to this waitress?

But as he was thinking about it, he immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Fumihiko Fujii.

Wait, what? Fumihiko Fujii?

Yoshio Inoue suddenly opened his eyes. He seemed to hear something: Fumihiko Fujii?

In that instant, half of my drunkenness vanished.

Wen Yanjun went to the restroom, so why would someone open a 12-tier champagne tower for him?

In that instant, Yoshio Inoue immediately wondered if he had misheard.

He frowned, staggered to the railing, and looked down.

His beloved "top performer," the one who had just sworn to love only him, now had a radiant smile on her face, kneeling on one knee in the champagne tower in a standard posture. That smile was a million times brighter than when she was facing him!

A strange man was sitting opposite him...

The man sitting on the sofa with a cold expression.

Inoue Yoshio's pupils instantly contracted to pinpoints.

He doesn't understand.

Why would anyone want to compete with me for Fujii Fumihiko? Especially since he's a man!

"That guy!!"

As the alcohol took effect, Yoshio Inoue felt a surge of heat rush from his heart to the top of his head!

"You bastard!! Fujii! Come back here!!"

Yoshio Inoue roared, grabbed a bottle of liquor from the table, and stormed out of the private room.

……

Lobby.

Just as Fujii Fumihiko was about to pour a drink for Miyagi Ryosuke, Inoue Yoshio rushed down and grabbed his wrist.

"Come back with me! You're the one I ordered! Tonight you're mine!"

Inoue Yoshio's eyes were bloodshot and he was covered in sweat. His ferocious appearance frightened the male waiters around him, who all backed away.

"Ouch... Inoue-san, you're hurting me..."

Fujii Fumihiko frowned, trying to break free, but his eyes involuntarily drifted to the box of money on Miyagi Ryosuke's table.

Ryosuke Miyagi didn't even get up.

He simply leaned back on the sofa, fiddling with a thick wad of banknotes in his hand, as if teasing a stray dog.

He had achieved his goal; the guy stormed down in a rage.

That ten million was well worth it!

"You only ordered a twelve-tiered champagne tower, and your opponent has already broken through your defenses. But it's clear that your financial resources far exceed theirs. This is a battle that is destined to be a foregone conclusion."

"Guest, please don't get so angry."

The manager immediately stepped in to speak kindly and prevent the situation from escalating further.

In fact, in this store, as long as you have money, you can order whatever you want. It's perfectly normal for many girls to fight over a male escort. Some male escorts even deliberately create this competitive effect, making two girls frantically spend money on him.

But this is the first time that two men have fought over the best woman in the shop.

Ryosuke Miyagi shrugged.

"This is a place of pleasure, and the rules have always emphasized mutual consent, and even more so..."

Snapped.

He casually picked up a stack of banknotes from the box and threw it into Fujii Fumihiko's arms.

"Who has more money?"

"This million is a 'soothing fee' for Fujii. Your rough actions just now really frightened him."

He was only startled by having his wrist grabbed, and they gave him a million?!

Fujii Fumihiko's breathing became heavy instantly. He looked at the money in his arms, then at Inoue Yoshio, who was clinging to him and reeking of alcohol. The scales in his heart tipped completely.

"Inoue-san... please have some self-respect. Mr. Miyagi is my honored guest..."

As a top-tier male escort, he already understood the importance of his clients.

It is obvious that Ryosuke Miyagi, who is handsome, young and rich, is the best choice.

"you!!"

Upon hearing Fujii Fumihiko's cold tone, Yoshio Inoue felt the effects of the alcohol dissipate somewhat.

His long-term indulgence in extravagance and the flattery of Fujii Fumihiko had made him addicted to this world of pleasure. He couldn't accept that his beloved lover would completely abandon their relationship for a little money.

No, that's impossible!

"Wenyan-kun, there must be some special reason why you're doing this, right?"

Feeling the intense gazes of those around him, Yoshio Inoue could only soften his tone and try to find a more plausible reason to save face...

After all, being slapped in the face by money is just too embarrassing.

"I'm sorry, Yoshio-kun, it should be over between us. Now, I belong to Ryosuke Miyagi. If you have enough money, I can continue to serve you."

"As a top-tier male host, you can get the other party to spend more money with just a word or action, but that money is just a drop in the ocean for you, after all, you have two whole suitcases of Fukuzawa Yukichi (10,000 yen bills). But this kind of behavior will only make Inoue Yoshio even more furious."

Inoue Yoshio's face instantly turned ferocious!

"Money? You just said money, right?!"

"So it's all about who has more money, huh?!"

Yoshio Inoue, enraged, laughed and tremblingly pulled a black credit card from his pocket.

That was his private stash of money accumulated over the years through embezzlement and bribery, totaling more than ten million yen!

Originally, it was intended for his retirement and to continue supporting Fujii, but now, he can't care about that anymore!

As men, they could not bear such humiliation in front of so many people.

Money can be earned back, but he couldn't back down for his beloved Fujii Fumihiko. This time, it wasn't just about a man's face, but more importantly, his dignity! All that sacrifice he had made for so long!!

"It's only twelve floors? I'll order thirteen!!"

The moment the number thirteen was revealed, everyone gasped. Even the nightclub's professional managers felt that the club had hit the jackpot today!

It's important to know that a 13-layer champagne tower is not just one more layer than a 12-layer one.

But in reality, the 12-tier champagne tower already has 364 glasses.

The 13-tiered champagne tower boasts an astonishing 507 glasses.

The number of cups has increased by a full 147!!

"Guest, are you sure it's the 13-tier champagne tower?"

The manager reverently took the black credit card from Yoshio Inoue's hand.

Almost all the customers and male escorts looked at Yoshio Inoue and Ryosuke Miyagi.

Two men started a champagne tower competition over the best woman in the store.

The staff were in a flurry of activity, with all 10 staff members working together. The newly built 12-layer champagne tower was not yet finished when another 13-layer tower needed to be built.

"Thank you, Mr. Yoshio Inoue, for ordering a 13-tier champagne tower for Fumihiko Fujii! Wow~"

The atmosphere team started cheering, and more firecrackers went off with a bang, sending colorful confetti flying everywhere.

At that moment, Yoshio Inoue's vanity was intensely satisfied.

"Now, Wenyan-jun, you're mine, and no one is more willing to spend money on you than me..."

Fujii Fumihiko could only turn away silently, feeling a pang of longing for Miyagi Ryosuke's aura.

That was the aura of a "king of the entertainment industry" bestowed by a golden finger.

"Wait a moment."

Ryosuke Miyagi called out, then lazily stood up and stretched his arms.

"As I said, the rule here is to see who has more money, so we'll add the same 13-tier champagne tower to our Fumihiko Fujii."