Chapter 2

"Hi there, I'm Number 66. I'm happy to serve you today."

As she saw me enter, she got up from the bed and gave me a little bow, smiling sweetly.

As she bent down, it accentuates her fair bosoms. It was so stunning I could barely keep my eyes open.

"H-hello," I stammered, nervously rubbing my nose, worried I might get a nosebleed.

After being single for several years, having such a beautiful woman suddenly in front of me made me worry about keeping my composure.

I gulped audibly, looking at her with obvious embarrassment.

"Um..." I started.

Like a true professional, she just gave me a sweet smile and led me to sit on the bed.

"Don't be nervous. Is this your first time here?" she asked, taking my hand and tracing circles on the back of it with her finger.

A shiver ran through me, giving me goosebumps.

"Yeah, first time," I managed to say.

I tried to act calm, but my shaky voice betrayed how nervous I really was.

She smiled gently, her big eyes seeming to speak without words.

"What a coincidence - it's my first time here too."

She placed my hand on her thigh, guiding it gently over her black stockings.

My throat kept rolling, my eyes fixed on her leg, completely unable to focus on what she was saying.

Next, without her guidance, I reached out and squeezed her thigh.

She looked at me and let me caress her leg.

My heart began to fasten gradually.

Before long, I was no longer satisfied with just touching her black stockings; my movements intensified.

I pulled her black stockings apart, revealing her fair long legs.

So fair and so soft! I had never seen such beautiful thighs before!

I was completely captivated, like a beast, I pinned her down, tearing at her outfit frantically.

Before long, the ground was covered with torn stocking pieces and our clothes.

The tent was spacious, giving me enough room to move.

From the bed to the ground, from the ground to the tent entrance, the entire tent was marked by our traces.

After it was over, I was too exhausted to move.

I was lying in bed, smoking a cigarette, cuddling a fair-skinned beauty—feeling indescribably content. She nestled against my chest and whispered, “Are you hungry, sir? Let’s go grab something to eat. There’s a bonfire party here tonight.”

I nodded in agreement, "Sure."

After getting dressed, I stepped out of the tent and saw Aaron waiting at the entrance. “What are you up to?” I asked, puzzled.

“Just checking to see if you’re alright! If not, I would’ve gladly helped you out,” Aaron joked. I playfully kicked him and told him to get lost. Aaron laughed heartily and dashed off.

I walked with the beauty by my side to the courtyard. A bonfire was already blazing, surrounded by groups of men and women.

We sat down next to Aaron. He was with a girl I recognized from the big screen, the one with a petite figure. I nudged Aaron, surprised at his taste—I hadn’t pegged him for that type before. Aaron just gave me the finger.

The bonfire party started. Everyone there had come to "camp," so there was a common thread in their conversations, and people quickly got acquainted.

Suddenly, two men approached and asked if I was interested in swapping partners. Taken aback, I looked at Aaron for an explanation.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“No worries, mate, we’re not swapping,” Aaron replied to them with a smile. The two men looked disappointed and walked away.

Once they left, I immediately asked Aaron, “What were they talking about? Swapping? Is that even a thing?”

Aaron gave a mischievous grin. “Bro, you’ve rented the tent! Haven’t I told you, during this time, you do whatever you want?”

“If you’re willing, you can swap with whoever you want; otherwise, what do you think makes it so expensive?”