The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Chapter 1508: Chapter 597: Indulgence (Part 2)

Then they walked over hand in hand towards Zhou Wang, one on the left and one on the right, just lying down lightly, and the originally spacious massage bed suddenly became crowded...

”Hiss!”

Zhou Wang involuntarily took a deep breath, realizing at that moment that this must be the ”value-added service” Wang Qiaobin mentioned.

...

Over an hour later, in the waiting room, Wang Qiaobin saw Zhou Wang emerge wrapped in a loose bathrobe, with a reminiscent expression on his face. He chuckled and approached.

”Judging by your expression, it seems like you enjoyed it?”

”A wide variety.”

Zhou Wang didn’t hesitate to give a thumbs up.

He truly didn’t have many expectations; he simply came here to calm his turbulent emotions. But to be honest, even a ”bath scrub,” which could be considered an appetizer, was quite unusual.

The sisters, Yun Rou and Yun Lan, often attended to Zhou Wang’s grooming needs, but as the saying goes, ”every profession has its specialization,” their true expertise lies in the massage segment. However, these two foreign girls are masters in the art.

Zhou Wang experienced once what only male protagonists in bubble bath movies could enjoy.

Their way of making bubbles turned out to be...

After bubbling, they surprisingly did... and then... ultimately even...

Many ”404” words can’t be filled in, but their strange and peculiar postures can be expressed using the English dictionary. Sometimes they formed a symmetrical ”Z,” sometimes they formed a pressed-down ”M” on Zhou Wang, and other times they formed an entwined ”S.”

Even though another hour had passed, Zhou Wang hadn’t yet completed all the service procedures they could offer. It just felt like the time was about right.

”Give them each an extra 1,000 in tips.”

As Zhou Wang walked forward following Wang Qiaobin’s lead, he spoke casually.

His sense of wickedness convinced Zhou Wang it was deserved, but after venting slightly, thinking of the two girls who ended up ”covered in bruises,” yet still having to help him dress neatly, evoked a slight sense of remorse, hence the suggestion.

Passing through the corridor connected to the VIP bathhouse, a spacious hall suddenly appeared before his eyes. In the center were three irregularly arranged square hot spring pools, and in front of the pools was a small, stepped runway.

Wang Qiaobin led Zhou Wang to the central constant-temperature pool; once Zhou Wang comfortably leaned against the pool wall and sat down, swimsuit-clad service girls immediately served iced drinks and fruit platters, along with cigars, cigarettes, betel nuts, and more.

”Care for a fashion show?”

After helping Zhou Wang ignite a cigarette, Wang Qiaobin asked with a smile.

Zhou Wang, already curious, immediately nodded in agreement.

After Wang Qiaobin said something into his headset, Zhou Wang noticed the overhead lighting became blurred. Then dry ice fog emerged from behind the runway, and dynamic, enticing music began to play, reminiscent of ”Come on, have fun” style.

With Zhou Wang’s intrigued gaze, one seductive model after another began emerging from the mist.

Their catwalk strides were impressively authentic, seemingly undergoing some systematic training. Yet, what captured Zhou Wang’s eyes was their attire.

There were those wearing Victoria’s Secret-style lingerie with wings, those in JK uniforms, cheongsam, office wear, nurse outfits, even flight attendant and police uniforms...

The professional costumes they wore had light fabrics, clearly not the ones sold officially, exposing or paired with thigh-high stockings that revealed glimpses as they walked, creating a dazzling spectacle.

Compared to the two girls earlier, this group of skilled service girls offering formal ”Script Murder” services had appearance ratings one notch higher.

Though generally not exceeding 8 out of 10, the collective presence brought visual impact that compensated for any slight discrepancies in appearance.

Given Zhou Wang’s anticipation of a Cosplay theme, knowing it was the Spa Center’s biggest feature, he didn’t expect the range of nationalities to be broader than imagined.

As more girls appeared, Wang Qiaobin continuously introduced them to Zhou Wang:

”917, from Ukraine, born after 2005, just turned 18.”

”933, from Taiwan, born in 1999...”

”988, from Japan, reportedly the top courtesan in a big local izakaya before coming here...”

”966, from Korea, once a genuine trainee... with strong dance skills.”

”999, the shop’s ace, a genuine Franco-Italian mix, also the most expensive here.”

”901, also born after 2000, this one’s from Huaxia...”

”Hmm? Doesn’t look like it?”

”She’s from Jiang Province.”

”Oh, no wonder.”

Though Wang Qiaobin didn’t introduce each one, those remembered were his top recommendations, with quality visibly exceeding others.

Especially the mixed-race girl hailed as the ”shop’s ace” by Wang Qiaobin, her appearance and figure had no shortcomings—high nose, fair skin, blue eyes, over 175 tall with a wasp waist and long legs, and still a terrifying C+ level performer.

Despite Zhou Wang’s sharp eye, her rating could easily surpass 8 out of 10.

She’s stunning, unlike girls typically found in such places.

Nonetheless, with Wang Qiaobin’s specific emphasis, Zhou Wang figured her price might even surpass young models hired externally, yet wouldn’t feel overpriced.

”Spa technicians have 7, 8, or 9 start numbers; 9 is gold, ensuring you can trust their service attitude fully.”