25 Chapter 25- First hunt~1

It was nearly eight in the evening. The nightclub named 'TokLite' has slowly yet surely turned crowded compared to the time when Ryouya first entered the place.

Gone was the mature vibe of the place where people of all ages had drinks while conversing about their past and present life. What exchanged the composed atmosphere was the hustle of the nightlife of Tokyo.

Clusters of elegantly attired women and men made their entrance into the establishment, their clothing both alluring and seemingly opulent. They reveled in their evening, awash in libations and swaying to the rhythms spun by the DJ.

At the counter, a group of seven men gathered, spanning ages from the late twenties to late teenagers, with Ryouya standing as the youngest member among them.

The other people have introduced themselves to him politely, knowing full well how he was special to the lady who owns the place.

The red-haired manager, Kazuhito Ryuuji, moved about the club, attending to the guests and adeptly managing the minor incidents that were almost inevitable in such an environment.

Ryouya was given the charge of relaying the complex orders to the experienced veterans and if someone asked for simple drinks like rum or whiskey then only he was allowed to volunteer.

Ryouya's focus remained on observing and learning from the experienced staff, absorbing the art of maintaining a conversation while meticulously crafting drinks, and also keeping the customer's preferences into account.

Ryouya did manage to attract attention, primarily from girls seeking a drink and some dancing. He received occasional glances and comments, but nothing seemed to escalate beyond that point.

He couldn't just casually drop his love potion in the drink of any random woman. First, he needed to ascertain whether the woman was actually interested in having a conversation with him or not.

"Another one." From the corner of his eyes, he saw a woman slamming her glass which was previously filled with wine, on the table as she asked for her third serving.

Since there were no customers around at the moment, Ryouya made his way toward the woman and got to see her features a little more clearly.

Her vibrant emerald eyes held an emotion resembling a blend of sorrow and anger. Cascading down her shoulders, her long, curly blond hair exuded a mature and elegant charm. Though partially, Ryouya could see the size of her squishy bust in the low-cut one-piece dress she wore.

He could vividly intake the essence of her sweat but there was no arousal at all. She was dry as dessert.

Quietly, Ryouya advanced toward her, extracting a bottle of wine and skillfully utilizing the corkscrew to remove the cork, all the while under the scrutiny of the lady.

He could sense her assessing gaze sweeping up and down his form, but he had grown accustomed to such scrutiny by now. He remained unfazed, pouring the drink with unwavering concentration.

"You new here?" Her voice carried a casual and sober tone, devoid of any influence of alcohol in her speech.

"Yes, it's my first day." Ryouya answered in moderation before he slid the drink toward the lady.

She swiftly downed the contents of the glass in a single gulp, prompting Ryouya to raise an inquisitive brow.

"You surely don't look new to this place." Upon hearing Ryouya's words, the woman emitted a melodious giggle, her captivating eyes forming crescents. However, Ryouya couldn't help but discern that her amusement concealed a deeper, less cheerful sentiment.

"There haven't been many occasions in my life to celebrate so it is majorly because of stress that I find myself returning to this club again and again."

Her voice carried the weight of her sorrow and a palpable agitation as if she had been deeply wounded by someone close to her and was using alcohol as a means to vent her frustration.

"Did your fiancé cheat on you?" As Ryouya expertly wiped some glasses, or at least attempted to appear as a professional, he casually inquired, which elicited a slight widening of the woman's eyes.

"How did you..." Ryouya placed the cup on the table before he rested his arms on the counter and gently took hold of her left hand.

"There is enough evidence." With his midnight eyes, akin to an endless void, locked onto her emerald ones, Ryouya tenderly brushed his thumb over the white ring mark on her finger.

A lump formed in the woman's throat as her breath caught, and a rapid warmth spread through her body. She found herself unable to tear her gaze from his eyes, those deep raven orbs imprisoning her attention. A peculiar attraction to the young man took hold of her, and she felt herself inexplicably drawn toward him.

Without even realizing she muttered in a sultry tone, "Who knows...maybe I am just pretending to be single to flirt with a hot bartender?"

Ryouya permitted his left brow to arch in response to the direct challenge. Leaning in even closer, he rested his lips against her ear and whispered,

"If it's like that...then you are doing a great job."

His gentle nibble on her earlobe sent a thrill of pleasure and excitement coursing through her body, and before he could react, the woman pulled Ryouya into a passionate kiss.

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In a secluded corner of the nightclub, a solitary woman sat with a drink in hand, her expression carrying an air of amusement.

Her short mini-dress that reached only her upper thighs, gave a perfect and stimulating view of her long legs and meaty thighs. The deep cleavage her dress gave off, made her truly captivating and a charmer through and through.

She was someone destined to be the target of advances from numerous suitors, yet not a single person dared to approach her. They were all well aware of her identity and the position she held.

Those who were unaware of her usual behavior and how counterproductive could be to flirt with her always tried approaching the woman...only to leave her alone after a minute or two.

"He's good, isn't he?" As her friend and the bar manager approached, Kasumi voiced her thoughts with her eyes fixed on Ryouya and the blond woman, who were locked in a passionate kiss.

Kasumi was well aware of Ryouya's irresistible charm, particularly when he was dressed impeccably and possessed the conversational finesse to prompt a woman to make the first move.

"As it seems... I have already given him a room key to the staff room so he won't have a problem...but, Kasumi-san, concerning that girl's identity, won't Ryouya-kun get into a lot of trouble. Not to talk about that fiancé of hers."

Kasumi giggled in response, baffling Ryuuji in the process. Her massive juggs jerked slightly yet Ryuuji didn't dare take a glance at them.

After a short while, Kasumi parted her lips to satiate Ryuuji's concerns, "Don't worry, Ryuu. Once she gets a taste of my precious nephew, she herself would protect him with her life."

Ryuuji still seemed confounded but Kasumi didn't pay mind to him and took out her phone before dialing her sister.

"Hey, Aiko. How have you been..."

As Kasumi expected, Aiko didn't get convinced easily about letting Ryouya stay out for the night, but after some persuasion she agreed only if Kasumi dropped him off in the morning herself.

After disconnecting the call, Kasumi sighed as she saw her nephew taking the girl inside the building a thought emerged in her mind,

'I wonder how many women he would end up hunting with that pace...

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