In the world of Zongman, the ruthless monks just want to play badly

but……

But Bai Li always felt that something was wrong.

Bright rose decorations can be seen everywhere, curled into the shape of hearts in frosted bottles.

Each table was an isolated island. Young men and women approached in pairs, smiling and chatting in whispers. The waiters' leather shoes scraped across the teak floor like blackfish skimming through a deep pool. In the corner, a gramophone hummed old jazz from the 1930s. The halo was just wide enough to hold the shadows of two people; any more would have been an overreach.

Not like an ordinary western restaurant.

Instead, it looks more like a love hotel?

"Excuse me, is this Ms. Miura?"

A beautiful waitress was already waiting in the hall with a gentle smile. Even when she looked at the strange combination of two women and one man in front of her, she did not show any abnormality.

Maybe it’s because of his professionalism, or maybe it’s because he has seen more outrageous scenes.

After confirming her identity, she brought Bai Li and his group to a private room on the sixth floor, which was very private and exquisitely decorated.

...Rather than calling it a private room, it would be more accurate to say that this is simply a luxurious single room.

In addition to the rectangular dining table covered with a linen tablecloth, the flickering light of white candles, and the roses in the vase, the room even has a large bed specially used for resting. It is in a strange heart shape, but it should be able to accommodate two or three people without any problem.

...So this isn't a proper restaurant after all?

Candlelight, roses, and a big bed of love.

Even if Bai Li didn't really go to the love hotel, with so many factors added together, there seems to be no other explanation?

He took a deep look at the blonde girl beside him and sighed.

Although I don't know what this girl is thinking...

Forget it, let’s just wait and see.

……

Baked shrimp with cheese, mashed potatoes with ketchup, grilled lamb chops, tomato and vegetable soup...

The meals were brought in one after another by the waiters, filling up the table.

It looks rich at first glance, but the portion is actually not much. Bai Li tried everything and the taste was quite acceptable.

He didn't move his fork much after that, not because he was full, but because Yumiko didn't give him a chance.

"To celebrate the great success of the [Paranormal Research Club]'s first team-building event! President, I raise a toast to you!"

"What a nice day today, President! Another drink!"

"Hmm... this wine looks really good, gulp..."

In short, just find all kinds of excuses.

Seeing this, little Pochi, who was still busy preparing his meal, subconsciously picked up his glass.

But she didn't dare to persuade the president to drink like Miura did, so she had to drink silently. After a while, she felt dizzy and her pretty face was covered with a cute blush.

Bai Li had no idea what Youmeko was planning.

But for ordinary people, strong liquor that can be easily drunk in one glass is no different from plain water to him, and he will not get drunk no matter how much he drinks.

So he accepted everyone who came, took his time, and always remained calm.

ten minutes later.

On the messy dining table, empty wine glasses were scattered all over the floor.

The blonde girl lay slumped over the table, unresponsive for a long moment. Beside her, Pochi was also dazed, the figure before him seemingly split into three.

Is this the limit?

Bai Li shook his head. He had thought Youmeko had some other tricks up her sleeve, but now it seemed... he was overthinking it?

But, just get drunk.

At least she behaved herself after she passed out and wasn't obsessed with putting a hat on herself.

He waved his hand, restored the messy scene, and then prepared to help Yumiko and Ichiri to the bed.

First of all, the little social phobia has a soft personality and a delicate body. Holding it feels like holding a ball of soft cotton, and it feels great.

The drunk girl looked a little dazed and had no reaction to any external actions, so he easily carried her to the bed.

He came to Youmeko, who seemed to be sleeping soundly, and Baili picked her up by the waist and put her on the bed with the same method.

After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief and planned to take advantage of this time to collect the essence of the moon tonight.

But after taking a step, he stopped.

"It's not over yet!"

The blonde girl who had been unresponsive the previous second had opened her eyes at some point. Her pretty face was flushed and she couldn't even speak clearly, but she still held his wrist tightly.

"Don't...try...to escape!"

Pochi leaned beside her, staring at the scene blankly, as if he had been inspired.

Under Baili's gaze, the little social phobia pounced on him like a facehugger.

"I, I want one too!"

Chapter 202 Goto Ichiri: Please use me!

The warm yellow candlelight was still dancing and flickering, staining the white walls into a honey-like color.

There was a faint fragrance of unknown flowers floating in the air, which seemed to be the aroma specially prepared by the restaurant. It was like the pine forest in early winter was cut into pieces and melted into the warm mist, which was refreshing.

The blonde hair and the pink hair are intertwined together like a tangled dense web or a rare brocade, flowing with a halo like fine snow in the warm candlelight.

"Don't go! It's not over yet..." Yumiko was so drunk that she couldn't even speak clearly, but the slender hand holding his wrist was clearly like a powerful vise, locking him tightly to her side.

"I, I want one too!" Little Pochi, who has always been timid and afraid to even speak loudly, seemed like a different person at this moment. It would be more accurate to say that he "bumped" into his arms more violently than "jumped" into him.

Bai Li lowered his head and looked at the pink-haired girl who was hanging on him like an octopus. There seemed to be a tiny crack on that icy face that seemed unchanged for thousands of years in the eyes of outsiders.

It's not just because his social anxiety is developing beyond the normal level, but also because... the current scene is beyond his expectations.

"Pochi, you're drunk," he said.

"I'm not drunk!"

The blonde girl, who caught the key words, wrinkled her nose in annoyance, as if she was very angry. She pushed the soft and tender Goto aside, put her slender arms around his neck, and then bit him with a "ah-wu".

It was clearly a powerful movement, but it suddenly became soft.

When the pointed fangs were about to touch the neck, the girl changed from biting to licking.

Her movements were gentle, like a ragdoll cat carefully licking the back of its owner's hand, leaving wet marks on her neck.

"You're drunk too, Yumiko."

Bai Li did not resist and let her do the nympho thing to him, as if he was already used to this kind of thing.

That’s right, habit.

Goto Ichiri, who was forced out of the president's arms, just stared at the scene blankly.

This is normal, right?

After all, Miura-san and the president are a couple.

In places where they can't see each other, they will kiss, hug, call each other's names, and achieve the closest connection under the candlelight and incense.

But there is still a little bitterness and loneliness in my heart.

Obviously, she came first...

Bai Li thought that Youmeko would just make a fuss for a while and then fall asleep quietly, after all, she was really drunk.

But the blonde girl refused to give in. She held his neck and nibbled it for a while, then slid down like a snake. She seemed to be tired of the same place and planned to continue somewhere else.

"What on earth are you going to do?"

Seeing that a restricted scene that was not suitable for children was about to unfold in front of the little girl with social anxiety, Bai Li had to reach out to stop her.

"……Well?"

Yumiko tilted her head, her misty eyes still not clear enough, looking a little confused, but she soon pursed her lips in dissatisfaction and said a little aggrievedly:

"I'm hungry."

Alcohol can blur a person's rationality and also bring out a person's nature, causing him/her to do many things that he/she would never dare to do in normal times.

No matter which country you go to, a drunk on the street is undoubtedly one of the most disgusting creatures.

Fortunately, Miura is a good drinker. Even when drunk, he won't cause trouble and will just act on instinct.

Drinking water and eating are basic behaviors to maintain human body functions.

Although alcohol is a liquid, it cannot quench thirst. Instead, it stimulates the nervous system and makes people feel dry in the mouth.

But she had just drunk a lot of wine in order to get the president drunk, and didn't even have a proper dinner, so now she was thirsty and hungry.

——And what a coincidence.

In Miura's opinion, there is a kind of food in this world that can satisfy hunger and thirst while also satisfying satiety.

As for whether you will be shy?

Even when she's sober, she can do whatever she wants frankly and directly, let alone when she's drunk?

Sufficient alcohol can provide any timid person with a buff called [Brave]. Of course, perhaps [Reckless] would be more appropriate?

……

Goto Ichiri was completely dumbfounded.

She saw with her own eyes that Miura-san was like one of the nimble lionesses on the African savannah, trying to pin the president down, with ferocious movements, as if she was selecting someone to devour.

Hungry beasts will eat people.

Miura-san is no exception, although her way of "eating" is different from that of the beast.

The pink-haired girl's mind went blank, and her consciousness, which was already chaotic due to drunkenness, was completely overloaded.

What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?