I am a master in India

Chapter 125 Eye-opening
Led by Hela, Ron and his group walked up the wide stairs to the second floor.

Thick carpets and massive teak staircase lintels and handrails absorbed the sound of everyone's footsteps.

Framed photographs and paintings covered the walls, all of them portraits. As I passed through the closed rooms, I could hear the faint sounds of music and laughter.

When they got here, they finally heard some movement and everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Is it always this quiet here?" Ron asked.

“Quiet?” Hela chuckled. “The palace’s soundproofing is second to none in Mumbai. No matter how loud you scream, it’ll just be a whisper to those outside, barely audible.”

She stopped in front of a door and turned the handle. The moment the door opened, lights and music rushed in.

The quiet corridor was instantly filled with colorful lights and soul-stirring singing. Ron and Harry were stunned for a moment before they reacted and followed him into the room.

There was no one here, but the room seemed to have been prepared long ago. A woman's murmur was heard amid the music, and in this atmosphere, even the lights became ambiguous.

Harry and the others kept wiping their sweat and looking around. Ron could even clearly see his throat rolling back and forth.

"Wow! This place is really..."

"The Imperial Palace! It's so beautiful!"

Even though there was no girl at all, they still kept praising her.

The carpet was red, and the drawn lace curtains covered the glass. Hela sat down calmly on the sofa, as if waiting for something.

Soon there was a knock on the door. It was Lab. He pushed the door open, gestured towards Hela, and waved.

Servants brought cold drinks, wine, and fruits, filling the entire coffee table with all kinds of things.

However, Harry and the others never looked here. Behind the servants was a group of foreign girls with different styles, who attracted everyone's attention.

"Guests, please go ahead." Lab's shrill laughter brought everyone back to their senses.

"Ron." Harry's face was covered with sweat. He was a little impatient, but he was also concerned about Hela's presence.

Hela snapped her fingers, and a blonde in a cream dress stepped forward. "What would you like to play, guest?"

"What?" Harry stammered.

"How about some target shooting?" The blonde held Harry's arm, her free hand roaming all over his body.

"What's a target?" Harry said, his voice trembling.

"Wait a minute, the guest will wear a blindfold."

Hiss~ Ron got goosebumps all over his body after hearing this. This guy is too good at playing.

"Let's play this! Let's play this!" Harry screamed, and several colleagues behind him cheered. One person was even wiping tears because he was too excited.

"Actually, playing with chairs is not bad." The blonde girl was like a devil, wanting to drag everyone into the abyss.

"One of our girls," she pointed to the girls posing behind her, "would get on her hands and knees, and the other girl would lie on top of her, back to back, and then we'd tie them both together."

Wow! Ron, the Aquaman, was amazed to hear this. This is a human chair.

"All right! All right! Hurry up! Start quickly!" Harry was busy all over, his tone anxious.

They had forgotten about Ron and Hela. In just two minutes, the girls' clothes were in disarray.

Hela grabbed Ron's wrist and pointed next door. "I'm going there. What do you say?"

"Let's go." Ron stood up and walked out the door with her.

As soon as the room was closed, the screams, laughter, and all kinds of lewd sounds disappeared.

The next room is small, with only a few cushions and a sofa. Here, tea is brewed, and the timing is perfect.

“Are you reluctant to leave?” Hela looked at him with amusement.

"It's really eye-opening. From a man's perspective, the palace's projects are really arousing."

"But you still came." She pouted and showed an endearing smirk.

"What else can I do? Go back now?" Ron spread his hands. "I can't just leave you here alone."

"Why? You know, I'm familiar with this place."

"That's different. Who knows what might happen in a place like this? Ladies, it's best not to be alone."

Hela smiled, her pink lips pursed and curled into a perfect angle, impeccable.

Then, while Ron was looking around, she swiftly struck and attacked him.

"Hmm~" Ron was stunned. This was so direct that he couldn't resist.

Just when he was about to be unable to suppress the flames, Hela retreated again.

"Hey, what's that?" Ron smacked his lips, her fragrance still lingering on his nose.

“Compensate for your losses.” Hela sipped her tea slowly, as if the scene just now was an illusion.

Ron could have stayed in that room, but he came out without a lingering thought, and she was glad.

“I have to say, it felt amazing. But Viraj.”

“Shut up! Don’t mention that idiot!” Hela interrupted him. “Don’t you know what stupid things he did in Goa?”

"What's going on?" Ron suddenly became interested. He was always interested in this kind of gossip. "You know, that guy rented a horse from a trainer, and then came downstairs to the hotel where I was staying and serenaded me through the window."

"Wow, that's romantic."

“Sadly, no,” Hela objected bluntly. “The horse left a pile of shit on the path in front of the house, just as his serenade reached its climax. Then many guests in the inn, angry, threw rotten food at Viraj.”

Ron suddenly felt sorry for the guy. "And then, did you meet him?"

“I threw things at him too, more and more accurately.” Hela giggled.

Well, this is the fate of a bootlicker.

But Ron still felt a little uncomfortable, because Viraj was his good friend, a very good one.

Hela is Viraj's goddess, the goddess your brother has been pursuing so hard, but she came to your doorstep and was easily taken away by you. It's a bit unreasonable.

Ron doesn't mind married women, but he still has a conscience.

"That Lady Elizabeth, is she here too?" he began to change the subject.

"She lives on the top floor and has everything she needs brought up there. She never leaves the house. The two servants are responsible for bringing up her food and clothing. There are secret passages and staircases in the building."

"This is too mysterious."

"She would move around the building through secret corridors and not be seen. You see, these rooms have one-way glass, and she could see into most rooms through the glass or metal vents."

"What!" Ron looked around subconsciously, "Can she see it from next door?"

"She likes it this way. She trains the girls by observing the reactions of the customers. That's why the palace is much more attractive than other red-light districts."

Hela's eyes were full of smiles, as if to say, "This is why I didn't go any further." She didn't like being spied on while she was doing that.

Ron was stunned. How perverted was this Lady Elizabeth? Fortunately, there were no cameras, otherwise it would be a big trap.

Those who came to the palace were either wealthy or noble. Many were high-ranking officials in the Indian government. If gossip about them broke, Indian newspapers would be abuzz with it.

"Don't worry," Hela comforted him, "Lady Elizabeth knows what to say and what not to say, otherwise there would be no place for her in Bombay."

The noise from next door grew louder, even the soundproofing couldn't block it out. Under the dim light, the atmosphere was silent for a moment. Okay, it was ambiguous.

Hela sat next to Ron, and the subtle touch made it hard not to have wild thoughts.

Especially in a place like the palace, Ron was a little thirsty and he felt the temperature in the room was a little high.

Knock, knock, knock. There was an untimely knock on the door, and Harry looked over curiously.

"Ron, damn. Uh. Are you guys still not well?"

Hela chuckled, then stood up from the sofa, and Ron also stood up slowly.

Damn, his pants are so stretchy!

"How is it? Didn't disappoint you?" Ron asked.

"Of course! It's great! The palace is indeed a beautiful place!" Harry was still lingering in the afterglow. Tonight's experience would be something he would remember for the rest of his life.

"That's good. When can my ship go out to sea?"

"Anytime! As long as the cargo you ship next time isn't Baba sheep, the Port of Mumbai will be your backyard!"

"Next time you want to have some fun, just tell me." Ron patted his shoulder affectionately, "I'll cover the expenses."

"Wow, you really are my brother, Ron." Harry was so moved that he couldn't speak clearly.

"I'll give you the commission in two days. Go home and have a good sleep today."

"I understand." Harry glanced at Ron and Hela ambiguously. He knew that the couple had not yet had enough fun.

Harry's friends also came over to greet Ron, and they were all very friendly.

After sending them off, Ron called Lab to settle the bill. He didn't know what games Harry and the others had played, but they'd spent over a hundred thousand rupees that night.

"Dr. Soul, Madam Elizabeth hopes to see you sometime. I won't bother you today." Lab glanced at Hela, as if appreciating her vision.

"Thank you for your hospitality, ma'am." Ron's eyes moved slightly. Sure enough, he was no longer an unknown person.

After leaving the palace, the noise coming from the streets is refreshing.

Although it was very quiet inside, he actually enjoyed the unique hustle and bustle of Mumbai at this moment.

"Hela. Um." Ron couldn't help but hug the slender body in front of him.

After a few long seconds, Hela nudged his chest and took a few steps back.

"Why do you always like to sneak attack?" Ron blamed, he just started to feel something.

"The palace feels very different to me tonight," she laughed. "I'm enjoying it. Good night."

Not far away, the taxi they had taken was still there, and the driver was winking at Ron, as if blaming him for not pressing on.

"I should thank you." Ron waved to her until she got in a taxi and disappeared into the night.

This won't work. He's almost slept with all the women around him.

(End of this chapter)