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Chapter 107: Could it be that I'm actually a masochist?

Chapter 107: Could it be that I’m actually a masochist?

“Miss, could you give me a smile?” Ethan asked, holding his drink and gazing affectionately at the well-maintained housewife in front of him.

“Why should I?” the housewife giggled behind her hand, propping her chin up and giving Ethan a flirtatious look. She seemed quite pleased with the handsome young man before her.

“It would make this drink taste sweeter,” Ethan quipped, his cheesy pickup line fitting right into the sultry atmosphere of the nightclub without seeming out of place.

The housewife burst into laughter, her eyes crinkling into crescents as she grabbed Ethan’s hand. “With such sweet talk, you must have charmed quite a few innocent girls, huh?”

“Actually, I prefer mature women like yourself,” Ethan replied, shamelessly.

“Oh, Ethan, have you ever tried it? How would you know what mature is?” the housewife teased, slightly tipsy, her high heels already off under the table, her toes playfully scraping against Ethan’s foot. “Without experience, there’s no credibility.”

As she spoke, her actions weren’t just limited to her playful feet,her hand reached out and rested on Ethan’s thigh. “You really have a way with words, my heart’s all aflutter.”

In the world of sweet nothings, it’s not really about the elegance of the words.

Ethan, with his clean-cut looks, stood out among the other male escorts, who seemed worn out by the nightlife.

The housewife’s hand moved up his thigh, unzipping his pants and slipping her hand inside.

“Sorry, ma’am, this cocktail is on the house,” Zoe, the club manager, intervened, impeccably dressed in a men’s suit that highlighted her curvaceous figure.

She placed a drink in front of the housewife with a smile.

“Thank you,” the housewife quickly withdrew her hand from Ethan’s pants, a flash of embarrassment in her eyes.

“Very sorry about that,” Zoe apologized again, bowing slightly. “We need Ethan to check some accounts.”

She nodded at Ethan.

“Of course, manager,” Ethan stood up, gave an apologetic smile to the housewife, and followed Zoe.

As soon as he left, other male escorts approached the table.

Zoe led Ethan to the back office.

As soon as the door closed, her demeanor changed. “I’ve said it before, this is a respectable gentlemen’s club. We can’t have this kind of behavior here.”

“I was just about to stop her,” Ethan shrugged innocently, his sights set on Victoria all along.

He wasn’t really invested in the job as a male escort.

The club’s patrons often got handsy with young, attractive men like him, which sometimes left him feeling helpless.

Zoe sighed, her hand on her forehead, the other pulling off her wig to reveal long, flowing brown hair, transforming from an androgynous beauty to a gentle, curvaceous woman.

“Was that a wig?” Ethan asked curiously, having not noticed before due to the dim lighting of the gentlemen’s club.

Zoe rolled her eyes at him and pulled out a cigarette from her desk, lighting it up. “You’re here for another reason, aren’t you?”

“Huh?” Ethan looked surprised. How could she tell?

“The Dream Chaser Show, and the skills you demonstrated in front of me yesterday. It’s hard to find another ‘Dick’ like that anywhere in the world,” Zoe said dismissively, taking a drag. “You’re that Coach Biggie.”

Realizing his cover was blown, Ethan shrugged. “Business is tough online. I thought I’d use my talents to make some quick cash.”

He had anticipated the risk of exposure and was prepared with an excuse.

Zoe eyed him skeptically, then suggested, “If you’re looking to make quick money, I have a better idea.”

“Oh?” Ethan was intrigued. “Do tell.”

“Use your Coach Biggie persona to perform at our gentlemen’s club,” Zoe proposed. “If the show goes well, I can offer you $3,000 per performance.”

“$3,000?” Ethan frowned, tempted. Not only could this earn him more money, but as Coach Biggie, he’d have a star effect, making it easier to get close to Victoria.

He looked at Zoe. “I can come up with some fresh acts, but I want a $5,000 appearance fee.”

“That’s a bit steep,” Zoe shook her head, clearly displeased. Offering $3,000 was already generous, but Ethan’s demand for $5,000 seemed excessive.

“My performances are worth every penny,” Ethan said with a secretive smile. “Besides being Coach Biggie, I’m also a master Sadist!”

Zoe narrowed her eyes, sizing up the young man in front of her. “Look, I’ve told you, this is a respectable gentlemen’s club, not some bizarre venue for S&M shows.”

“Manager Zoe, did you know that everyone has a hidden masochist inside them?” Ethan’s smile deepened. “But it takes a real Sadist to bring out that masochistic trait. And I can identify a person’s sensitive spots using an ancient technique.”

Zoe listened with increasing skepticism as Ethan spoke. “If you don’t believe me, I can demonstrate right now.” He stared at Zoe intently. “Scorpio, delicate skin, your sensitive spot is on your right cheek.”

Zoe looked at him as if he were an idiot.

Ethan reached out towards her right cheek. “Don’t move.”

Zoe, thinking he was full of it, crossed her arms and watched to see what he’d do next.

As Ethan’s finger touched her cheek, he silently activated his skill, Weakness Implantation LV1: Upon contact, a sensitive spot could be implanted. Once set, it couldn’t be changed unless applied to another target, at which point the previous target’s sensitive spot would disappear.

He touched Zoe’s cheek and silently invoked Weakness Implantation.

Zoe suddenly felt something unusual at the spot where his hand touched.

“Zoe, let me activate your masochistic trait,” Ethan said, and then, turning his finger into a palm, he slapped her cheek.

Zoe was still in shock when her face took the hit.

But it wasn’t a burning pain,rather, it was an indescribable, shocking sensation.

It was like the climax she felt when stimulating her clitoris in the quiet of the night.

Zoe covered her face, her eyes filled with disbelief. At that moment, she began to doubt her own self-perception.

This feels really awesome!

Could it be that I’m actually a masochist?

…

In the gentlemen’s club, suddenly the colorful lights went out, and spotlights focused on the stage, a spectacle usually reserved for when someone ordered the most expensive champagne.

Under the spotlight, the charismatic host held the microphone, his voice filled with excitement: “Ladies and gentlemen, I have some great news to announce. Let’s give a warm welcome to the world’s most well-endowed man! The powerhouse who moved countless people on the Dream Chaser Show! The world’s mightiest Dick! Welcome—Coach Biggie!”