Billionaire's Reborn Baby

The people on the first floor cheered and whistled, "Wow--"

The masked man upstairs gestured for silence. Then, he said, "The guest rooms are on the second and third floors. You will find condoms in the drawer. If you are one of the sexual minority, please go to the room at the end of corridor on the third floor... There will be everything you need..."

His words were implicit and provocative, arousing the interest of everyone downstairs. Many of them were screaming and howling with extreme excitement.

"Of course," the masked man added, "I will try my best to satisfy all your needs, including... the special needs. You know what I mean by special..."

The masked man smiled. His teeth were sharp and thin, but they were the dentures of a vampire. The smile vividly made him look like a bloodthirst and greed vampire.

Then the lights went out, and the wall lights in the villa faintly lit up. Everyone heard the clicking of high heels coming from upstairs, and every step was knocking on their hearts.

Ferne followed everyone's gaze and saw a row of hot beauties in bikinis appear where the masked man had been. They stepped down in line and were looted by the men before being downstairs.

"Hey, why are you standing here? Don't you like them?" A married man next to Ferne jabbed Ferne's arm. The man said regrettably, "I'm too far away to grab one. I'll go ask if there's anyone else. Come with me."

Ferne smoked and said, "No, you go ahead. I'll stand here and watch."

The man looked at Ferne in astonishment, "There must be something wrong with you. Do you like to watch people fool around?"

Ferne choked on his cigarette and coughed. He then followed behind the man. He wanted to know who was wearing the vampire mask. He was familiar with the earlier organizer of this event in City Y. However, something happened later. He heard that the former organizer was stabbed to death by a woman in bed.

Later, he heard that the organizers were all wearing masks, and they were changed every year.

The current supervision was stricter than before probably in case of the same incident. No matter who you were, as long as you entered this place, you had equal rights and status. The only difference was gender.

This was a paradise for men and even for women.

Ferne hadn't participated in this kind of activity for two or three years after he got married. He came here now because a new year was approaching, but his life was still boring and painful. If he met someone attractive, it was good to have an affair.

As the two of them walked from the hall to upstairs, all sorts of provocative groans could be heard from downstairs. The married man in front stopped for a moment and cursed softly. Fortunately, there was no one in the corridor on the second floor. People were downstairs. They walked along the corridor for a few steps and saw a room with the door half open and heard some sound from inside. The married man pointed at the room and said to Ferne implicitly, "It seems that they all have special needs."

Ferne tilted his head and only saw a tall man with sharp nose and thin lips wear a half-silver mask. From Ferne's angle, his lips were slightly lifted, looking a bit sexy. Sexy?

Ferne slapped his forehead. God, could man's lips be sexy?

That man's lips are indeed sexy.

Ferne's house was flooded with pictures of all shapes of noses, lips and big eyes because his wild wife liked plastic surgery. Ferne looked at those pictures for months and he was so sick of them and moved to the hotel. He definitely knew that the man's lips were natural. The man had never had a plastic surgery.

From a plastic surgeon's view, the lips were indeed sexy.

A waiter was handing out masks downstairs. Ferne randomly grabbed one and wore it when he entered. However, the others could recognize him through the mask. He thought the mask became useless. Through the door, he could vaguely hear people inside saying, "How many people? They're not very obedient... The price can be negotiated... Don't screw it up..."

The door was suddenly opened by the man wearing a silver mask probably because he was standing too close. The man was next to the door and stared at Ferne, asking, "Who are you?"

Only then did Ferne see that there were seven or eight men inside, each wearing a mask, like a group of cults holding a wrap-up meeting.

He looked around and saw the man who was the organizer in the vampire mask sitting in the center. The man raised his chin and looked through the mask. Before Ferne spoke, the married man beside him pushed his way and said, "Oh, we missed the girls. Is there any... any bikini girl left?"

Those masked men laughed at the same time.

The married man was also a little embarrassed by their laughter, "Give us two girls, we won't disturb you."

The organizer took a puff of his cigarette and said, "There's another group coming in half an hour later. Besides, you can wait for a few minutes downstairs. You'll get one. Don't worry.

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His words were implicit, but everyone laughed. Of course, everyone knew what 'a few minutes' implied. The married man suddenly realized, slapping his forehead and immediately left with Ferne.

The two walked downstairs to the hall on the first floor. The married man waited on the sofa, while Ferne stood a little far away and looked at the third floor. He only saw four men in black patrolling the corridor and two bodyguards in black clothes and shades standing at the staircase.

'If I am correct, the third floor should be...'

'But why are there so many people guarding? Are they afraid of something happening? '

As a policeman, Ferne's intuition was quite accurate. He could keenly sense something unusual.

Half an hour later.

As the organizers said, a new round started. The villa's door was opened, and a group of single men entered. The new girls stepped down from the second floor as usual.

The organizers still made the same remarks under the searchlight, arousing everyone's interest to the climax, and then the lights were out amidst the screams.

This was the beginning of a carnival.

Someone finally went up to the third floor. Ferne noticed that the man wearing the silver mask had also followed behind the organizer to the third floor with seven or eight people. He thought for a moment and followed.

The married man had already shagged and was resting on the sofa. He stretched and tugged at Ferne when seeing him going upstairs, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"I'll go up and take a look." Ferne said and went straight away.

The married man looked exhausted and said, "Such a weirdo. You really enjoy watching people fool around."

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Ferne went straight to the third floor and saw those people standing in front of the man in black. The man frisked them before letting them go one by one.☐☐☐