Financial freedom starts from graduation

Chapter 599 Indulgence
After Brother B left, the two girls bowed deeply again and then walked forward with small steps, one on each side.

Zhou Wang was still observing their appearances, feeling a bit curious.

This wasn't the first time Zhou Wang had encountered foreigners. He had already filled in the gaps in his experience while traveling in Europe, where a beautiful French girl selling luxury jewelry gave him an unforgettable encounter...

Although Zhou Wang could hardly remember her name anymore.

However, Zhou Wang actually had little experience in foreign affairs within the Asia-Pacific region.

The elevator girl at the club in Hangzhou that time was just a mixed-race girl with some Japanese ancestry, but her overall appearance was more like that of a Chinese girl.

But the two girls in front of me both have exceptionally distinctive physical features.

The Annamite girl with the number "51" hanging on her chest was petite and delicate, with light brown skin and features that seemed to still have a touch of immaturity and naivety, making Zhou Wang slightly doubt her "legitimacy".

However, firstly, everyone in Macau is licensed to work, and secondly, Zhou Wang trusts Wang Qiaobin and wouldn't do anything to harm him.

"I'm sorry!" (I'm sorry!)
The girl from the cherry blossom country has more delicate features, with small, rosy lips and a pair of big, round, watery "dog-like eyes." When she tilts her head back to help Zhou Wang take off his coat, her innocent and cute feeling naturally comes to the fore.

Compared to the poised and elegant Chinese girls, they pursue a more "transparent" and "kawaii" look in their makeup, resulting in a significant difference in style.

The nameplate on her chest read "99".

Zhou Wang, who already had some understanding of this industry, knew that such relatively easy-to-remember numbers generally meant that the other party was the store's star or top performer.

Of course, Zhou Wang could understand that most of the tourists who came to Australia were Chinese, and Chinese people naturally had a filter when it came to girls from Japan.

After all, everyone's early exposure to Japanese movies started with a film that had a Japanese prefix, such as "After School," "Massage Parlor," "Investigator," or "Housekeeper," "Widow," "Female Boss," "Childhood Friend," "Incompetent Husband," and so on.

These magical terms, during most of our tumultuous years, made us waste countless tissues and helped us fill in the gaps in our knowledge that textbooks couldn't cover.

On the other hand, the similarity in aesthetics makes Asian girls more approachable once the novelty of Western women wears off... and they don't feel as inferior as when they feel "unable to block a gun."

Therefore, when you come to Australia, where there are many foreign technicians to choose from, girls from Japan, known for their understanding nature, are relatively more popular.

While the Annamese girl number 51 wasn't as strikingly beautiful as the cherry blossom girl number 99, her demure and obedient demeanor evoked an equally strong desire in men to conquer her.

Both girls were very busy, and Zhou Wang's hands were also busy. When they finally helped Zhou Wang clean up and helped him lie down on the massage bed, their black and white fishnet stockings were torn to varying degrees, and their bunny girl bodysuits were also pitted and uneven.

Both girls looked like they were about to cry.

As professional bathhouse attendants, they are used to being taken advantage of by customers who dawdle around. However, most of the customers from China are quite reserved, especially when they act cute and charming. Because of their soft hearts, the customers will give them tips while also being reluctant to let them go.

But neither number 51 nor number 99 ever expected that this handsome young man would use such brutal force.

However, this is where the advantage of Zhou Wang choosing a professional and formal venue comes in. Although the two girls did not feel Zhou Wang's gentleness, they still did their job dutifully, speaking in a language that Zhou Wang could not understand while trying their best to show him a smile to please him.

Zhou Wang, in his "evil version," could only sigh and say, "Just like in the movies, Japanese girls do have a bit of a submissive quality."

The most obvious example is that even though the surface of the moon had already turned bluish-purple, whenever she couldn't bear it anymore, she would bow repeatedly to Zhou Wang and keep saying "Guo Men Na Sa".

This is one of the Japanese phrases that Zhou Wang can understand; it should mean "sorry" in a relatively polite way.

Zhou Wang was puzzled. He was the one who hurt her, but she was always the one apologizing.

After Zhou Wang lay down, the core part of the bathing process began.

The two girls first trimmed Zhou Wang's nails, then washed his hair and relaxed his scalp. After obtaining Zhou Wang's consent, they applied a moisturizing face mask to him before starting to wash his body.

They looked petite, but their strength was not light, occasionally interspersed with some massage techniques. It was the first time Zhou Wang had been scrubbed like this, and he almost cried out in pain.

This once made Zhou Wang suspect that they were taking revenge on him.

However, after the pain subsided, the comfort was indeed remarkable. Their massage techniques were very professional, and the tingling and numb sensation that targeted the muscles was likely derived from Thai massage.

After rubbing, the two girls exchanged a glance, stood up in unison, and reached their fair hands toward the clasp around their necks.

Zhou Wang, who was half asleep with his eyes closed, heard a rustling sound. He opened his eyes in confusion and saw two girls smearing foam on each other.

Then they walked towards Zhou Wang hand in hand, one on the left and one on the right. With just a gentle lean, the massage bed, which was originally quite spacious, suddenly became crowded...

"hiss!"

Zhou Wang gasped involuntarily, realizing that this must be the "value-added service" Wang Qiaobin had mentioned.

……

More than an hour later, Wang Qiaobin, who was waiting in the lounge, saw Zhou Wang coming out wearing a loose bathrobe. Seeing that Zhou Wang still seemed to be savoring the moment, Wang Qiaobin chuckled and greeted him.

"Judging from your expression, you seem to be doing quite well?"

"A wide variety of styles."

Zhou Wang didn't hesitate to give a thumbs up.

He didn't have high expectations; he only came here to calm his turbulent emotions. But surprisingly, even a simple "body scrub," which could be considered an appetizer, had quite a few tricks up its sleeve.

The two sisters, Yun Rou and Yun Lan, often helped Zhou Wang with his washing and grooming. However, as the saying goes, "everyone has their own expertise," and what they were truly good at was massage. These two foreign girls were masters of this art.

Zhou Wang also got to experience the kind of treatment that only male protagonists in bubble bath movies can enjoy.

The way they blow bubbles is...

After making bubbles, it actually... and then... and finally...

Many 404 words cannot be filled, but their bizarre postures can be expressed in the English dictionary. Sometimes they become symmetrical "Z", sometimes they become "M" pressing down on the surrounding area, and sometimes they form an intertwined "S".

Even though it took another hour, Zhou Wang still hadn't experienced all the services they offered, but he felt the time was about right.

"Give them an extra thousand each as a tip."

As Zhou Wang walked forward under Wang Qiaobin's guidance, he casually remarked.

Zhou Wang felt justified by his wicked emotions, but after venting his anger, he remembered how the two girls had been "covered in bruises" by him, yet still forced themselves to help him get dressed. He instinctively felt a little embarrassed, which is why he said that.

Passing through the passageway connecting the VIP bathrooms, a bright and spacious hall appears before you, with three irregularly arranged square hot spring pools in the center, and in front of the pools is a small catwalk with steps.

Wang Qiaobin led Zhou Wang to the central heated pool. After Zhou Wang comfortably sat down against the pool wall, waitresses in swimsuits immediately brought him chilled drinks and fruit platters, along with cigars, cigarettes, candy, and so on.

"Want to watch the fashion show?"

After Wang Qiaobin reached out to light Zhou Wang's cigarette, he asked with a smile.

Zhou Wang had been incredibly curious for a long time, so he immediately nodded in agreement.

After Wang Qiaobin spoke into the headset, Zhou Wang noticed that the lights above his head suddenly became hazy. Then, dry ice mist emerged from behind the runway, and dynamic and alluring music started playing, with a style somewhat like "Come on, let's have some fun."

Under Zhou Wang's intrigued gaze, one after another, slender models emerged from the mist. Their catwalks were surprisingly graceful, as if they had undergone some kind of systematic training, but what attracted Zhou Wang's attention even more were their outfits.

There were women wearing Victoria's Secret style lingerie with wings on the back, girls in JK uniforms, cheongsams, office lady outfits, nurse uniforms, flight attendants, police officers, and so on...

The business attire they wore was made of very thin fabric, clearly not the kind sold in the market. Their long legs, whether bare or covered by high stockings, revealed various glimpses of their allure as they walked, dazzling the eye.

Compared to the two girls from before, these female technicians who provide formal script-based murder mystery services are a whole level above in terms of looks.

Although none of them scored above 8 points, the visual impact of their collective appearance made up for the difference in appearance.

The cosplay style was within Zhou Wang's expectations, since it was the spa's biggest feature. However, Zhou Wang was surprised to find that the selection of nationalities was far more extensive than he had anticipated.

As one young lady after another appeared, Wang Qiaobin continued to introduce Zhou Wang to them:

"Number 917, from Ukraine, born after 05, just turned 18."

"Number 933, from Taiwan, born in 99..."

"Number 988, from the land of cherry blossoms, she was supposedly the top courtesan at a large izakaya before she came here..."

"Number 966, from South Korea, was once a proper trainee... with strong dance skills."

"Number 999, the store's star product, a genuine Italian-French mixed breed, and also the most expensive in the store."

"Number 901, also born in the 00s, this one is from China..."

"Hmm? It doesn't look like it."

"She's from Xinjiang province."

"Oh, no wonder."

Wang Qiaobin didn't introduce every single one, but those he remembered were the ones he emphasized, and their quality was indeed generally a cut above the other girls.

Especially the mixed-race girl whom Wang Qiaobin praised as the "store's ace," who had no shortcomings in terms of looks or figure, with a high nose, fair skin, blue eyes, a wasp waist of over 175cm, long legs, and a terrifying C+ level strength.

Even with Zhou Wang's discerning eye, the score could easily exceed 8 points.

She was so beautiful that you wouldn't expect to find a girl like her in a shop like this.

Of course, because of Wang Qiaobin's special reminder, Zhou Wang estimated that her price might even exceed that of a random young model he could find outside, but it wouldn't make him feel like he was being ripped off.

"The SPA technicians have numbers starting with 7, 8, and 9. Those starting with 9 are top-tier, and you can completely trust their service attitude."

Seeing that Zhou Wang was having some difficulty making a decision, Wang Qiaobin first explained with a smile, essentially telling Zhou Wang that the girls he had invited were all the elites in the shop, and that Zhou Wang wouldn't make a mistake even if he picked randomly.

"Alternatively, you can get closer to take a look...if you're not too shy."

Wang Qiaobin was clearly implying that Zhou Wang could take the opportunity to test them, but Zhou Wang was too lazy to go through all that trouble. After scanning the area, he pointed to a few of the girls.

"917, 922, 955, and 939..."

"You want these four?"

Wang Qiaobin was filled with doubt and surprise.

On the one hand, they were surprised by Zhou Wang's enormous appetite; on the other hand, they were a little puzzled because the few Zhou Wang had chosen were not particularly outstanding.

"No, it's about eliminating these four."

"..."

……

As darkness fell and the clock on the wall slowly struck eight, a tall, Italian-French girl put her arm around Zhou Wang's and led him into the lobby.

"Au revoir!" (Goodbye!)

The girl, her steps slightly unsteady, gave Zhou Wang a final kiss on the cheek before turning and walking inside.

Zhou Wang replied in French, then let out a long sigh, slumped onto the sofa, and waved away the cigarette offered by the smiling Wang Qiaobin.

"I'm not smoking anymore, I feel a bit weak."

Wang Qiaobin thought to himself, "How can I not be nervous?"

From a high school classroom to a men's health clinic, and from the CEO's office to the emperor's bedroom, Zhou Wang experienced almost every murder mystery game scenario available here...

Let alone Zhou Wang, the ladies from all over the world who cosplayed with him must be exhausted.

In fact, Wang Qiaobin was still a little puzzled, because in his eyes, Zhou Wang was not the kind of person who had no self-control.

But because he hadn't been in contact with Zhou Wang for a long time, Brother B could only sigh to himself that the boy who was still a bit green at the Mingcheng SPA Club had probably become a real "evil dragon".

It can only be said that Zhou Wang certainly had the qualifications.

"Take a look at the bill. If there are no problems, sign it. We'll coordinate with the Galaxy Hotel later... Sorry, Dog Bro, since it's not my own store, this is the best discount I can offer."

"One code at a time, it's good enough that there's a discount."

Zhou Wang raised his hand to stop him in time, picked up the bill, glanced at it, and then clicked his tongue, "It is indeed a bit more expensive than I expected."

The bill listed all of Zhou Wang's expenses for the day.

Although the cost of the sanatorium had already been deducted because Zhou Wang had purchased the "Imperial Theme SPA Package," it was still listed on the bill.

Without consuming any "value-added services," the cost of simply taking a sauna is as high as 1888.

Yes, at any well-known spa in Australia, a purely natural bath will generally start at this price.

The basic fee for a body scrub is 588. If there are any additional services, it will cost an extra 588.

Zhou Wang spent over 5,000 yuan on just a body scrub, including tips.

The "Imperial Theme SPA Package" is priced at 8888 per person. For technicians whose names start with 9, you need to book at least two sessions. Zhou Wang consumed a total of 22 packages. After deducting the cost of the sauna and the 8% discount given by Wang Qiaobin, Zhou Wang's final actual cost was around 16.

Spending six figures on a shower is beyond the scope of "luxury".

Even if Zhou Wang posts the bill online, I doubt many experienced drivers would believe it.

What, did you go to the Jade Pool in heaven?
Of course, Zhou Wang didn't actually experience all 22 suites, nor could the production team's donkey; all that can be said is that the whole process was fulfilling.

Although it was expensive, Zhou Wang felt it was worth it. After indulging himself happily for an afternoon, he felt much calmer. At least the negative emotions caused by lust and greed had faded considerably.

(End of this chapter)