Chapter 10 Spit It Out

• Chelsea's tolerance for alcohol was so low that finishing both bottles of red wine would be almost impossible. As expected, she stumbled around in a daze after just half a bottle. When she finished the other half, she started to whine about wanting to sleep.
• The client, however, wasn't going to give in to her request as he shoved the other bottle of wine into her hands. “You have to finish both bottles. No sleep for you if you don't.”
• “No, no more... I'm going to be drunk...”
• “Exactly. That's what I want.”
• “Being drunk feels awful... I don't like it. I want to sleep. Let's sleep together...” In her stupor, Chelsea failed to realize that she had already gotten drunk. Dizzy and nauseous, she couldn't bring herself to take another drop of wine. Flinging off the client's hand, Chelsea staggered toward the bed.
• The client snorted in contempt as he looked on. You aren't drunk if you still have your awareness and can find your way to the bed. If you were drunk, you'd be clamoring to drink more instead of wanting to sleep!
• The client wasn't going to let Chelsea off, nor would he allow her to sleep. Pulling her back up from the bed, he started to pour wine down her throat. “Drink. Drink it all up. It's only fun when you get blackout drunk. I want to try something exciting today.”
• Chelsea had no idea what her client was going on about, but no matter how much she tried to resist, she couldn't get away from him. She gulped down as much wine as she could, with the rest dribbling down her chin.
• Just like the day before, Chelsea had been stripped naked since entering the client's room. With the red wine trickling down her body, it made for a stark contrast against her snow-white skin. When the wine went down her chest, it especially looked like a river flowing through steep mountains.
• It was a breathtaking view; one that was dripping with temptation.
• The client swallowed hard, no longer able to resist the temptation served to him. He put the bottle of wine aside and pulled Chelsea up to face him. “Undress me now.”
• Chelsea hummed in response. By then, she was so drunk that she had lost all awareness and could not register what her client was saying. Leaning into his chest, she shut her eyes as her legs started to buckle under her weight.
• “Don't pretend to be drunk,” the client warned while wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her from falling. However, Chelsea got even heavier, to the point where the client had to hold her up with both hands. Could it be that she really is drunk?
• As the client peered down at her, all he could see was how rosy Chelsea's cheeks were. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her red, glossy lips looked so inviting as she pouted them slightly.
• Unable to hold himself back any longer, the client dimmed the lights, removed his mask, and bit her lips.
• Not bad at all!
• Chelsea's soft and warm lips smelled of Osmanthus and red wine, which were his favorite fragrances. Unable to contain his urge, the client took another bite.
• His bite was stronger this time, and Chelsea couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Feeling his lips on hers, she instinctively started sucking and nibbling on them as though she was eating a lollipop.
• The client moaned in pleasure. It was a little painful and ticklish, a sensation he had never felt before. It made him yearn for more, but at the same time, he didn't want to ruin the moment. Keeping his desires in check, the client shut his eyes and let the pleasurable sensation wash over him.
• Chelsea still didn't realize she was sucking and nibbling on her client's lips, thinking that they were food instead. She even bit his tongue, only to spit it out when she found it tasteless.