Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering! - Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Come, Let’s Do This (Part 2)

Shortly after, the good-for-nothing advisor started drawing up plans for Jiang Zhi’s love offensive.

The time was 11 pm and Jiang Zhi was still wide awake. He gave Qiao Nanchu a call before leaving his house. Before exiting the door, though, he tossed the empty milk can with imprints of his teeth into… a reinforced safe box.

Xue Baoyi was still angry at Jiang Zhi’s display of mercilessness hours ago. He knew this because the moment he entered the room, the fellow set his glass down on the table loudly while turning away.

“Hmph!”

The room was mostly empty with its occupants being the handful of boys Jiang Zhi had grown up with. There was Xue Bingxue who was sipping on juice like some underage boy, and on the other end of the spectrum, Qiao Nanchu, who was helping himself to the strongest liquor this place offered.

“The hell are you up to? I thought you’d be asleep by this time.”

Jiang Zhi looked up for a second.

Ah Wan, who had accompanied the young master to this impromptu meeting, pulled out two wet wipes and disinfected one side of the sofa before laying a clean, sterile blanket over it.

Jiang Zhi finally sat down and opened his mouth. “Call over a few men.”

Qiao Nanchu couldn’t believe his ears. “What did you say?”

“Call a few men over.” He repeated with zero emotion on his face.

Xue Baoyi flew up from his seat. “Brother Zhi, you ain’t havin’ a fever, are you?”

Jiang Zhi sat there panting lightly like the delicate little flower that he was. His gaze was as if he was partially asleep and yet, he still retained the ability to speak.

‘Crap, only God knows how many good, straight men have been turned into full-blown gays just because of this guy’s existence,’ thought Xue Baoyi.

‘F*ck that, I gotta stay away from him from now on!’

Qiao Nanchu, on the other hand, was much more composed. Placing his glass of hard alcohol down, he flashed a professional, non-offensive smile toward Jiang Zhi. “Would you like experienced ones? Or would you prefer cleaner ones?”

“I don’t care, as long as they have pretty eyes,” came Jiang Zhi’s reply.

Qiao Nanchu proceeded to make a phone call in which orders were made concisely.

‘Is he really doing this!?’

Xue Baoyi felt that this situation was kind of f*cked up. “Brother Zhi, are you really in the right state of mind right now?”

While it was already established for many years now that Jiang Zhi was a homosexual, Xue Baoyi had never once seen him going out with another man before. So, why the sudden change in attitude? Could it be that after messing with Zhou Xufang in bed, the young master still preferred men over women? Perhaps the only reason why he was with another woman was for the sake of procreation and men were still his go-to for pleasure?

Xue Baoyi was worried sick and his maternal instincts kicked in as he reached out to Jiang Zhi’s forehead to check if he was feverish, but at the last moment, his hand was smacked away.

“Don’t touch me!”

‘Why is he still acting like this? Is he maintaining a distance between himself and other men like what they would do in schools?’

The iron-willed Xue Baoyi shuddered fearfully as he plopped down onto a seat further away from Jiang Zhi.

‘Brother Zhi’s acting bizarre today.’

Still, he tried thinking about it from a different and more optimistic perspective. “Maybe this will turn out good for you. You might just bump into someone who will serve you well. I think we should give this a shot now.”

The only sensible character here was Xue Bingxue.

“You guys should stop doing this. T-this is, this is…” Xue Bingxue’s face turned beet-red from embarrassment. “This involves prostitution.”

Xue Baoyi flung a blanket over Xue Bingxue’s head. “You should stop looking at this the wrong way, you fool!”

“…”

Xue Bingxue didn’t want to look at anything at all!

Just then, the door was pushed open, and in came a dozen or so young men in a single file.

Qiao Nanchu lifted his chin and nodded toward Jiang Zhi. “They’re here. Pick one.”

“If you’d like, you can pick more than one too,” he joked.

These studs were all experienced and well-prepared to get into any rough play Jiang Zhi could come up with.

In the Floating Hall, so long as the price was right, any type of “play” was allowed. All types of top-notch “merchandise” could be delivered faster than the young master could complete his request.

Physical appearance, although important, was not everything. Temperament and strength of character were equally significant when choosing a partner to go to bed with, and these youths that were brought into their room each had their own unique strengths.

Jiang Zhi’s eyes scanned across the row of men before finally lifting his arm. Pointing at a masculine hunk with a stone-cold expression, he ordered, “You” before pointing toward another “prettier” one, “And you too, come here.”

Qiao Nanchu grinned as he watched the scene unfold intently.

“Master Jiang.”

The pretty boy responded with a crisp voice. Those eyes of his appeared innocent, like that of a newborn fawn’s.

Jiang Zhi rested lazily on the sofa.

“Come pour me a drink,” he ordered.