1 Chapter 1: Azarel Lancaster

December 24 the Year 2021

Wild Nights Club

"The usual, sir?" The bartender asked the man across him that shrugs his shoulders

"Yeah, just like the guys here. Nothing new" he replied, showing his dissatisfaction as strands of his blonde hair fell into his face that he immediately slicks back

His words made the bartender chuckle. "Isn't it Sir Azarel's fault? You have probably slept with at least half of the guys that come here"

Although Azarel wants to 'clean' his name, there is no possible way to do that. The bartender's words were, of course, exaggerated but he really did sleep with an uncountable number of people from this club already

"Argh, I hate how right you are, John!" He mumbled as he waited for the drink that the bartender was making for him

In the meantime, Azarel glanced at the television behind John to kill time just in time to see his own image on the screen

"Oh, crap!" He cursed as he watched himself being surrounded by paparazzi

"The billionaire's son - Azarel Lancaster was found in a hotel with yet another guy. When asked what he was doing there, this is his response!"

The clip changes into that of a closeup video of Azarel, showing his disheveled yet still handsome appearance

His blonde hair that was longer compared to most men looks like a bird's nest as his face reflected how much sleep he lacks

The top few buttons of his long-sleeve were completely undone, revealing the pale white yet toned chest inside. Even a hint of his pinkish nipples was giving the audience a tease

If it was just that, it wouldn't be much but whether it be his neck or chest, both of them were filled with fresh hickeys

No matter who looks at him, they would think that he just finished having sex. Even if he were to deny it, no one would believe him

"Mr. Lancaster, is it true that you spend the night in the hotel with another man? Isn't it just days ago when people spotted you with the actor - James Horden?" The reported inquired

In this type of scenario, almost everyone would deny the accusations or at least make some excuses but Azarel just showed his displeasure with his facial expressions

"My hair is a mess. There are countless hickeys in my neck and chest. I have a few buttons undone. My coat is in my arms, my legs are wobbly and you ask me if I had sex? Why don't you finish the puzzle yourself?" Azarel answered while waving his hand and looking at the reporter as if he was an idiot

That made the reporter a bit embarrassed but another reporter steps out to ask another invasive question

"Please pardon us Mr. Lancaster but we want to have a concrete answer. Did you have sex with another man in that hotel?"

Hearing that, Azarel rolled his eyes as if he had reached his patience's limit. "Yes, yes I did. Are you happy with my answer or should I also rate the sex? If that's what you want, then fine. It's a 3/10! Nice dick size but almost completely clueless about how to wield it properly. If you want to know more about the details, the room number is 446. Go ask — I forgot his name but it doesn't matter. Now, shoo! I have a terrible headache and I want to rest!"

The clip continued and Azarel pushed the reporters to make way for himself and he didn't give them any more answers because of his headache

"Oh, God. They aired that already? What merry news to hear when I have to attend Christmas with family. Argh, why is there even an event called Christmas? Why do we need to celebrate the birthday of some man born thousands of years ago!" Azarel grumbled

Just thinking about what he would face in the Christmas Dinner was already more than enough to give him a headache

"John, make it stronger than usual. It would be better if that long island knock me out so that I wouldn't need to attend such a terrible event!"

"My apologies sir but your family might kill me if they were to learn that I let you be drunk enough to skip the holiday!"

Hearing that, Azarel could only release a long groan as he watches John making his drink

Just as John gave the glass to Azarel, a credit card suddenly entered their line of vision

"I'll pay for Mr. Handsome here" the owner of the card said and when Azarel looked at him, the man winked at him

In return, Azarel raises his brows before looking at the man from head to toe. Not even hiding the fact that he was checking him out

"Face: 2/10

Body: 4/10

Crotch Bulge: 3/10

Overall Rating: 3/10" he said with a disinterested voice

His words either shock or puzzled the man as he uttered a simple "what?"

"Quite deaf or simply lacks enough comprehension. Minus 1, current overall rating 2/10!" Azarel rated the man for the second time again and even more merciless than the first one

"Y-you... you're unbelievable!" The man said in disbelief. The smile that was originally on his face instantly vanishes

"You're the one that is unbelievable. With an overall rating of 2-3, you tried to hit on me? News flash, I don't screw with ugly guys. Now go before your further ruin my mood"

Azarel waved his hand as if he was merely shooing a stray dog. The man was so ashamed that he walks away as if his life depends on it

Only then did peace was returned to Azarel as he sips his drink

"Still as cruel as usual, sir. I'm not surprised" John commented and the other man shrugs

"That's Azarel Lancaster for you"

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A few hours later, the alcohol content in Azarel's body was already quite high. As such, John asked him to leave and go home to his family if they don't want the both of them to taste the wrath of the devil

"Sir, you can't drink anymore. Your father would kill me, you can't skip Christmas" John said, almost pleading for his life causing Azarel to purse his lips

"John, john, johnny, tsk, tsk, tsk, by now, I would have thought that you already know that Azarel Lancaster fears no one" he replied while shaking his head and clicking his tongue

"You don't fear your father sir, but I'm different. If you don't want me to call your father, please go home"

As much as Azarel don't care nor fear that threat, he still doesn't want his mood to be completely ruined, at least until he was not back at the Manor yet

Without a choice, Azarel can only head out of the club while feeling a bit tipsy. Some men tried to stop and flirt with him but with his venomous tongue, dealing with them was almost as easy as squeezing an ant to death

Despite heading out of the club, Azarel still hasn't decided to head back home. As such, he roamed the streets of Ancedon City with no particular aim

Azarel's looks cause him to attract tons of attention but with how unfriendly his aura was, everyone felt oppressed and no one dared to approach him

He was just minding his own business while his eyes scanned his surroundings. The streets were filled with lights to show that they are celebrating Christmas

The traffic from both cars and people was heavier than usual

Families either walk around or they are in their cars, ready to head into their respective destinations

The shops played music suited for the occasion as snow fell down from the sky

Thankfully, Azarel brought a thick coat that helps shield himself from the otherwise unbearable cold

"It is almost Christmas and everyone was happy yet I don't see a decent man to screw. Where are all the handsome guys? Why can I only see the ugly ones?" Azarel grumbled

His eyes never stop looking for a suitable target when his senses pick up something

He felt someone trying to do something behind his back and Azarel immediately turned his body back to see a hand about to reach out to him

As such, Azarel tightly grabbed that hand, and the owner immediately cried out in pain

"A-aww! Aw! Let go of my hand. G-geez, is your hand made from stones?" The man complained and when Azarel saw the hand's owner, his eyes immediately twinkled

Standing at 6'2 in height, Azarel is quite tall and the person in front of him might have the same or almost the same height as him

That's a bit of a turnoff but Azarel already accepted long ago that there are too few guys that are as tall or taller as him. Thus, that height is quite acceptable

What matters next to height is the face and this man has it

His face is filled with handsomeness. If he was an actor, the audience would surely be screaming by now without the S

His dark hair and eyes along with his facial features were just Azarel's type. Not to mention, this man seems to be quite packing

Even though he was still wearing a thick coat to provide enough warmth, with Azarel's experience, he knows that this man has thick biceps, a large chest, and at least six-packed abs

His senses were also telling him that this man's package is big and men like this are what Azarel wants to encounter everyday

Too bad that he seems to be planning something bad and that gave off a bad impression

"Were you just trying to rob me?" Azarel questioned while raising his brows. The moment that this man admitted it or if he showed any hint of trying to rob him, Azarel would make sure to break his wrist

The man seems to have been caught off guard by the question and he immediately shook his head

Although he denied it, Azarel was still far from convinced. "If not then what were you trying to do?"

Azarel can see the man's brain gears churning to find an excuse for a bit before the man opened his mouth to answer

"I'm sorry but I noticed how perky your buttocks were. I wasn't able to stop myself and I tried to touch it. Brother, you're handsome and..."

The man looks at Azarel from head to toe while almost salivating. "... and looks really high class. You wouldn't make things right for a mere working-class man like me, right? Right? I will give you my underwear-dropping smile as a token of appreciation. How does that sound?"

The air of conceitedness was particularly thick around this man and Azarel almost punch him

At normal times, he would have beaten this man to death already but since he don't want to go home yet and there aren't other hot guys nearby, Azarel suddenly gained a new plan

Instead of breaking bones, why don't they just bone each other?

With a provocative smile, Azarel pulled the man through his arms and their bodies almost touch each other

If that wasn't enough, Azarel even place the unknown man's hands into his buttocks to let the latter enjoy their softness

"If you want to touch them, you should have just said it" he whispered, making sure that his minty breath that was corrupted by alcohol would enter the man's nostrils

His breath was quite warm and pleasant. Azarel can clearly see how the man's eyes shuddered and his body trembled

As usual, no one could resist Azarel's charms. Not this man nor any man

His looks and ability to seduce someone are something that Azarel is heavily proud of. He never had a prey before that escapes his grasp before

He wasn't a notorious man for no reason! There are literally thousands of men under his feet that are willing to do everything to spend at least a night with him!