Chapter 61

Before long, the sizzling sound of the meat on the grill in front of them filled the air, and the aroma wafted into their nostrils. The two of them默契地 lowered their heads to flip the meat and sprinkle the seasonings.

Soon, it would be ready to eat. But Yang Mo's thoughts had already drifted far away.

He originally had no interest in Jessica, but with her room card slapped on the table, if he didn't take action, wouldn't he be letting down over three billion men worldwide? At such a moment, he had to show some manliness. The saying "If you have it, use it; not using it is a sin" might be crude, but it was indeed a profound truth. One shouldn't suppress their primal instincts, right? Confucius said, "Food and sex are human nature." This isn't something to be ashamed of, as long as both parties are willing.

Yang Mo's thoughts wandered, but Jessica was enjoying her meal with relish.

Time seemed to drag on for Yang Mo, but eventually, they finished the barbecue and, with the enthusiastic farewell of the staff, left the restaurant and got into the car.

After getting in the car, Yang Mo felt an inexplicable heat in his body, especially in his chest, so he quickly turned on the air conditioning. The heat was alleviated, but the restlessness grew more severe. He felt a dry throat and a strong desire to drink water, and his body yearned for a water source.

If you know I can't resist temptation, don't tease me!

Yang Mo thought to himself. He was frustrated by how slowly the car was moving. Weren't they just three blocks away? Why hadn't they arrived yet?

Yang Mo was anxiously waiting to reach the hotel.

After about five or six agonizing minutes, Yang Mo finally saw the sign of the Hilton Hotel. Just as he thought victory was within reach, Jessica's phone rang. She glanced at it and quickly answered, "Hello, yes, okay, I'll be right back."

Before she hung up, Yang Mo's heart sank. The dryness in his mouth and throat quickly subsided.

Sure enough, after hanging up, Jessica said apologetically, "Oppa, I'm sorry, I have to go back. Someone complained about me, and I have to report to the hotel immediately."

"Complained?" Yang Mo asked, puzzled.

"Our company has strict rules. After that incident, we're not allowed to stay out overnight," Jessica said, sounding a bit aggrieved.

"But aren't we a couple that everyone knows about?"

"It's still not allowed," Jessica shook her head helplessly. When they arrived at the hotel entrance, she leaned over and kissed Yang Mo, whispering, "Oppa, we'll have a small concert in Los Angeles next month. Will you come?"

Yang Mo, moved by Jessica's gentle voice, nodded absentmindedly, "Yes."

At that moment, he didn't know his schedule.

"Then... at that time, we... will have a wonderful date, a candlelit dinner, a romantic night under the stars, everything," Jessica said subtly.

"Okay," Yang Mo nodded, though he felt very reluctant. But he couldn't force anything, right? Any act that goes against a woman's will is rape, even if she's a call girl.

With that, Yang Mo opened the car door. Jessica quickly handed him the room card.

Yang Mo took the room card, feeling incredibly bitter.

He had guessed the beginning of the story but not the ending. Now... he could only go up and endure a lonely, burning night with a pillow.

"Bye!" Jessica rolled down the window, waved to Yang Mo, and slowly drove away.

Yang Mo waved back, thinking to himself, if he had known this would happen, he might as well have stayed at the team hotel, at least he could have chatted with a teammate. Now what?

"What a fucking day!"

Yang Mo threw his arm and complained, then took the room card and walked to the elevator. When he entered the room, he was enveloped by a pink ambient light. Before he could react, he heard soft piano music.

He turned on the light and walked in, only to see a heart-shaped pattern made of rose petals on the bed. In the bathroom, the bathtub was already filled with water, and a layer of rose petals was scattered on the surface.

Seeing all this, Yang Mo felt even more desolate. Could it get any worse? Everything was prepared, but what was the result?

Yang Mo fell onto the bed in utter dejection, trying to sleep, but the scent of the rose petals always woke him up just as he was about to drift off. He tossed and turned, feeling increasingly restless. At one point, he even considered calling a call girl to have a passionate night, but he resisted. Who knew how many people had been with her? The last client could have been a beef vendor or a retired old man. In this aspect, Yang Mo had a certain level of cleanliness.

To suppress his restlessness, Yang Mo took out his phone and started reviewing the team's tactics, trying to find his place. The team didn't have a proper center, but there were several players who could play that role, like Haslem, Shawn Marion, and Beasley. This meant these four players were in fierce competition.

Compared to these four, Yang Mo had no height or experience advantage. But he wasn't pessimistic about his prospects because he was the only true inside player, the only one who could grab rebounds and position himself, even though he was the shortest. He also had a nice three-point shot, which was enough to secure his place on the team!

But what Yang Mo really wanted was more, like becoming the second-in-command of the Heat.

Standing in his way was Shawn Marion, whom he almost beat up the first time they met. Marion had the highest salary on the team, and while he wasn't a great person, he was a good player. To surpass him, Yang Mo needed to work twice as hard and quickly improve his skills. The most important thing was... to find a virgin.

No matter how he thought about it, it always came back to women.

This made Yang Mo think about his current situation, and he became even more anxious.

So, he tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

The next day, Yang Mo, with dark circles under his eyes, joined the team. All his teammates seemed to understand and teased him, "Yang, you can't live on sex alone. Look at you, how can that long-legged girl handle it?"

"Yang, how many times did you do it last night?" Beasley asked more directly than Haslem.

"Yang, do you need to buy something to boost your kidney? Young man, you need to be more restrained!" Even the most honest Magloire joined in the teasing.

Yang Mo couldn't tell them he had spent the night alone, so he felt like a "dumb man swallowing a bitter herb, unable to speak."

Amidst the laughter, a cold, mocking voice came from the corner, "Asians are too small, I bet you couldn't even get in last night!"

Yang Mo looked over to see Marion leaning against the door, looking disdainful.

Seeing Marion, Yang Mo's eyes widened, and he locked onto him with a fierce gaze. Without a word, he charged over and, before Marion could react, grabbed his collar and slammed him to the ground, pinning him down. Marion could only shout, "Murder! The Chinese is killing me!"

"Damn it, I want to see how big your dick is!" Yang Mo roared, yanking down Marion's pants, both the outer and inner ones, to his ankles. Marion frantically tried to pull them back up, but Yang Mo wouldn't let him. He stepped on the pants and held Marion's hands behind his back, lifting him up like a dead dog.

With his hands locked behind his back, Marion's crotch was exposed, and everyone could see.

Everyone covered their mouths and chuckled.

It was too small, about the size of a pinky finger.

After making sure everyone had seen, Yang Mo threw Marion to the ground and said with a smile, "Now everyone knows what it means to lack what you brag about, right?"

No one spoke, afraid to offend him, but they were all laughing inside.

"I'm going to sue you, I'm going to sue you to death," Marion said angrily, pulling up his pants, red-faced.

"Go ahead, sue me for pulling down your pants or for showing everyone your small dick?" Yang Mo shrugged, unimpressed. "But before you sue, let me remind you, you started with racial discrimination. Also, I was just joking, including when I pulled down your pants."

"You..." Marion angrily stormed back to his room.

Now, he had lost all his dignity. In front of his Heat teammates, he couldn't hold his head high. A man's pride comes from his muscles and his manhood. He was already skinny with no muscles, and now his weak manhood was exposed to his teammates. What pride did he have left? How could he hold his head high?

So, the saying goes, "If you don't seek death, you won't die!"

If he hadn't mocked Yang Mo, would Yang Mo have pulled down his pants?

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[First update of the day. It's Tuesday, so there will be three updates. PS: The update schedule is five updates on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays, and three updates on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Today's update is late because my grandfather is celebrating his 80th birthday, and I've been busy all day. PS2: Thank you to "Dongfang@Invincible" for the 100起点币 tip.]

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