They are all bad women!

"Miss Yelena, this way please. I'm not bragging, but tonight's surprise will surely make you glad you're lucky."

Ivan smiled as he led the way for a woman who held her head high with a reserved yet haughty air. She was actually thirty-five years old, but looked only twenty-eight, her beautiful face still retaining the youthful glow of a young girl.

She was wearing high heels, the winner of the night's competition, and very proud of herself, even though she had spent five million on it.

She stopped her audacity at this point, because she was now more curious about the background of the "mystery guest," which led Ivan to withhold even his identity. Even the starting bid of one million was a record high.

At this point, she believed Ivan wouldn't dare risk the reputation of "Paradise" to play with her. But what kind of man could possibly be worth a seaside villa?
As the daughter of the Roman naval governor, she was used to spending lavishly. But this was the first time she had ever thrown away so much money at once.

She may not care about the five million, but since she spent so much money, she must enjoy a unique kind of happiness!
Ivan opened a door, and Yelena quickly went inside.

Upon entering, there is a foyer, at the end of which is a transparent glass door.

Yelena peered through the glass door and saw that the interior decoration was extremely unique. It was like a paradise in a dream.
Wallpaper with gradients of clouds and sky decorates the walls, creating a scene of azure sky and floating white clouds. Cloud-shaped shelves, cloud-shaped display boards, and star and moon decorative mirrors are arranged casually yet sophisticatedly, while the floor is covered with a spotless pure white carpet.

In the center of the room, there is a set of steps leading to a round bed with a white cloud-patterned duvet cover and milk-colored cushions casually placed on the floor.

The diamond chandelier and candle lamps blend perfectly inside, creating a harmonious and tranquil atmosphere.

Of course, most importantly, there was the boy sitting on the steps beside the bed. The boy was barefoot and bare-shouldered, wearing only a white robe.

A soft, holy light shone on him as he simply lowered his head and began to strum his harp. As if sensing the arrival of someone, the boy slightly raised his head.

Yelena finally saw what the boy looked like, and in that one glance, she felt her soul float away.

She had loved reading literature since she was a child, and even won an award for her essays in middle school. But at this moment, she suddenly hated herself for being so speechless, for not being able to find a single word to describe the boy in front of her.

He was so handsome, as if he had exhausted the creativity of the Creator. He was so pure, like the purest spring water in an iceberg, which came from the heavens and had been frozen in the mortal world for millions of years before finally melting.

His eyes were so alluring, like the deep, starry night. And deep within those eyes, a pitying, broken look instantly shattered one's heart, prompting an immediate repentance for a sinful life… Almighty Lord, forgive me for looking directly at Your incarnation, defiling Your sacred radiance!
Yelena stared, mesmerized, for a long, long time, as if time itself had frozen.

"He...he...he!" Yelena finally came to her senses, pointing at Shen Mochen and stammering incoherently. If it weren't for the glass door, she would have already rushed in.

Ivan smiled.

“He’s not…” Yelena recognized Shen Mochen, excited yet puzzled, “How did you get your hands on him!”

Wasn't the other person the star who filled the vacancy in the Yu Kingdom, Ekaterina Alexandrova's boyfriend, and the "boy kissed by God" that Valievich had chosen?

“Miss Yelena, please abide by our rules. Don’t ask where he comes from, don’t ask who he is. This boy does not provide the final service. If you insist, we reserve the right to terminate your experience early.” Ivan smiled and puffed out his chest. “Of course, you can still back out now. You can walk out this door without any cost, and the five million will be refunded in full.”

"Shut up and get out!" Yelena pointed angrily at the front door. Even if you, Yekaterina, the future Marquis, are powerful, what does that have to do with me? I don't know your boyfriend, and I don't know any Shen Mochen. I'm just here to spend money!

"The gates of heaven have been opened. Have a wonderful night."

Ivan bowed slightly and withdrew.

Yelena's body trembled uncontrollably as she desperately took deep breaths to suppress the excitement in her heart.

……

"Damn it, don't fucking try that on me!" The next morning, Yelena, forced to leave paradise, angrily blocked Ivan's path, grabbed his collar, and roared, "How much money do you want for me to do it once! Ten million? Twenty million?"

She kept pleading for his mercy, but he remained steadfast in his principles. She knew this was Ivan's strategy of creating artificial scarcity, but it was the most insidious and unsolvable tactic!
“Miss Yelena, this has nothing to do with money,” Ivan said with a fake smile. “It’s the boy’s own request, not something I can decide.”

This was, of course, a lie. Shen Mochen had not made such a request; it was merely Ivan's marketing tactic. Shen Mochen's first time, naturally, had to fetch a good price.

He knew very well how crazy these women would go to spend money on men.

Throughout history, the idea of ​​men who love power more than women only exists in the works of lowly writers. They have never possessed even the slightest bit of power, but they have all secretly loved the village beauty at the village entrance.

Women are the most emotional and passionate ones, just like the "young master" in heaven is worth far more than the glamorous women in those clubs.

"You!" Yelena was furious.

Ivan reassured him, "Don't worry, the customer is always right. I will definitely consider your suggestion carefully and try my best to persuade the boy to have a service-oriented mindset. It's just that the boy is not willing yet, and I can't force him!"

Yelena knew his little tricks, of course, but she was helpless. She could only angrily say, "Stop playing these boring games and hurry up! Money is no object! He may have amnesia, but who knows when he'll regain his memory? You don't want your golden duck to fly away, do you?"

“I’ll do my best,” Ivan smiled. “There’s a surprise every week, and if you have time, you’re welcome to come again next week.”

Reluctantly leaving "paradise," Yelena got into her luxury car and instructed the driver to take her home.

Just then, someone called her. It was a socialite who had participated in the surprise auction with her the night before.

"Lina, for the sake of our long-standing friendship, can you tell me who that person was last night?" the visitor asked curiously.

"...It's a minor foreign celebrity. I got ripped off by that fat bastard! I think this 'Paradise' should go bankrupt. I'll never patronize this place again!"

Yelena's eyes darted around, and she cursed angrily. (End of Chapter)