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Jufeng had encountered countless women over the past twenty years, especially beautiful ones. He had seen a variety of styles from different cultures and eras, so he believed there should be no more surprises left in the world. However, when he met Sisi, he realized that there could exist a girl who combined youthful innocence with ultimate sensuality.
He thought that meeting Sisi would mark the end of his search for beauty, but unexpectedly, today, in a splendid billiard hall far away in a foreign land, he found himself once again unveiling a new canvas of beautiful women, adding yet another vibrant hue to it.
Romain had seen many enchanting individuals; whether through their figures or gazes, they relied on external attributes to showcase their worth. Yet the woman before him was a living exception.
She resembled the top courtesans from ancient palaces. In this relatively open-minded England, she appeared to be the finest actress, yet she didn’t need to rely on any flirtation or revealing attire. Wherever she stood, an aura emanated from her—a captivating charm that seemed to enchant those around her.
However, it was evident that when one gazed at her seriously, they would notice she wasn’t throwing seductive glances or trying to entice anyone; instead, she exuded an air of aloofness and reserve that kept others at bay. Yet this very demeanor created an illusion that drew many weak-willed men forward in eager attempts to engage with her. The stark contrast and contradiction of feelings left Romain pondering why this was so.
He recalled an ancient myth from Huaguo about a creature that made women envious but attracted men—the fox spirit. If such a being truly existed among humans, then this woman before him surely was not entirely human.
Romain felt that if he were to set aside his emotions, this woman indeed possessed the potential to be conquered.
The woman emerged from an inner room, and two meters away stood a young man who seemed indifferent. The young man’s gaze swept across the second floor and then fixed on Romain. As his eyes met Romain’s, the woman turned her attention toward him as well.
Thus, their eyes met for the first time.
Romain’s appearance was at most handsome; though his features were resolute, beneath his cynical facade lay no remarkable traits worth noting.
Cynical? It was truly difficult to stand out among those who embraced cynicism because there were too many people in the world who sought to embody it.
Naturally, the woman felt a strong sense of disappointment without any pretense.
Romain noticed the change in her expression but didn’t take it to heart; he enjoyed this feeling. Especially when she would soon be taken aback and overturn all her previous assumptions about him—he found that sense of disparity quite exhilarating.
Romain admitted to himself that he had a bit of a wicked side.
He had his hands stuffed in his pockets, a habit he picked up from learning about Politeness, which made him look rather roguish. Maintaining this posture, he walked towards the woman, under the curious gazes of everyone in the room on the second floor.
Everyone was weighing the potential of this dark-haired young man, assessing how long he could hold his ground in front of the woman. Most people who came here to seek out women were generally interested in Pool; only a very few were here to build connections, and among those few, even fewer managed to leave unscathed.
Clearly, Jufeng did not seem like one of those rare individuals. Thus, in the eyes of the crowd, Jufeng was destined to lose badly tonight.
People often jumped to conclusions about unknown events that had yet to unfold, relying solely on what they could see; it was truly ridiculous.
Jufeng approached the woman until he was just a meter away, causing her finely shaped brows to furrow slightly as she instinctively took a step back.
Seeing this, Romain chuckled and said, "How do you want to play? You decide. But the stakes have to be set by me."
The woman paused at his words, then suddenly seemed intrigued and asked, "What are your stakes?"
Finding this amusing, Romain racked his brain and suddenly had an idea. His eyes lit up with mischief as he said with a grin, "Let’s say for every game lost, you take off one piece of clothing. Whoever strips down completely first loses. I have three pieces on me; how many do you have?"
Romain was quite surprised when the woman spoke because she surprisingly knew Huaguo dialect, which saved him a lot of trouble.
His stakes were indeed unconventional. The crowd gasped at his proposal and moments later broke into smiles. The saying "Those who watch the fun are not afraid of trouble" perfectly described the onlookers' attitude.
The woman's expression gradually relaxed at his words; Romain's suggestion was quite clever within this frivolous circle. It was enough to earn her respect.
She nodded slightly, her smile growing more pronounced, causing all the males on the second floor to swallow hard.
She began counting seriously, "Outwardly visible, there are two pieces; inwardly hidden, there are also two pieces. So that makes four in total. However, to be fair, if you can win three games against me, I will remove all four pieces. How does that sound?"
The woman wore a black leather skirt and a white unisex shirt, both of which were naturally the outer garments. As for the two pieces underneath, they were undoubtedly form-fitting items that everyone could imagine but could not see, adding an air of mystery. This made the eyes of those present light up with anticipation, secretly hoping that this unknown newcomer could indeed win the final game of Pool.
Jufeng felt a surge of joy when the woman agreed. However, unlike most of the wealthy onlookers who would have shown lewd expressions, he casually walked over to the Pool table and said with a smirk, "Miss, it's settled then. With so many witnesses here, you can't go back on your word!"
The woman was not one to hesitate. Seeing Jufeng move to the Pool table, she followed suit. Her attendant brought her a specialized cue stick, intricately carved from jade, which looked particularly elegant and suited for a woman.
Holding the cue stick, the caddy placed fifteen brand new Pool balls in their designated positions on the table. The woman then spoke.
"Eight Ball, you know the rules: whoever clears all their balls first wins. All free balls will be treated as losses."
Jufeng quickly brushed up on his knowledge of billiards and understood that losing meant no free balls; however, since she had mentioned it, he simply agreed. After all, he was confident that he would ultimately emerge victorious.
(To be continued)
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