I was a sailor. After returning from the sea, I wanted to surprise my wife, but before I could deliver it, she gave me a shock that shook me to my core… … When I opened the door to my house and saw those two strangers writhing on our master bedroom bed, I felt my blood run cold. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Once I snapped back to reality, I hurled the bouquet of flowers I was holding right at the man’s head, then followed up with a barrage of punches. Caught red-handed and stark naked, he didn’t dare fight back. He clutched at his privates, trying to slip away from my grasp while I was distracted. But with my temper, there was no way I was letting him leave unscathed. The more he looked guilty, the angrier I became. My rage intensified, and I hit him even harder, wanting to beat the life out of that pathetic jerk right then and there. My wife, Sarah, seeing that I might actually kill him, threw caution to the wind, ignoring her own state of undress, and forcibly pulled me away. “Liam, that’s enough! Whatever your problem is, take it out on me! Don’t you dare hit him again!” “If you keep hitting him, I swear I’ll fight you! Besides, if this gets out, you’re the one who’ll be humiliated.” Sarah’s shamelessness was astounding. With just a few flimsy words, she reignited the blazing inferno within me. Watching me teeter on the edge of explosion, she remained utterly fearless, continuing to rant. “What are you doing? You’re never home! Am I not allowed to find a little enjoyment for myself?” “Liam, don’t look at me like that. Don’t think I don’t know what kind of trash you sailors are, always drifting out at sea. You’re all the same.” “Even though I haven’t caught you fooling around with other women, I’ve heard plenty. You people usually pick up women wherever your ship docks. You’re not clean yourself, so why bother trying to lecture me?” Sarah showed no trace of shame at being caught in the act. Instead, she stood there with her arms crossed, brazenly yelling at me. Truly, a person without shame is invincible. Her nonsensical rant struck me dumb. After a long moment, I managed to grit out a few words: “I want a divorce!” I’d only caught her once, and Sarah acted completely unconcerned. God only knew how many men she’d been with while I was away. My head was spinning with the thought of being made a fool of – this was more than I could ever stomach! And her twisted logic was something else. I didn’t know where she’d heard those things, but in a world this diverse, maybe there were people like she described. But not me, absolutely not. I swore I’d never done anything to betray her. We clearly weren’t on the same page. If she couldn’t understand my profession, then I’d set her free. Let her live the life she wanted. After all, marriage is meant for happiness, and so is divorce. After successfully getting the divorce papers, I suddenly felt a profound sadness, filled with a deep sense of loss. I had only wanted to surprise my wife, to celebrate our wedding anniversary properly. But the surprise turned into a nightmare. Not only did my wife run off with another man, but my home was also invaded. From that day on, among all the illuminated windows, not a single light shone for me. I fell into a long period of despair because of it. I even considered that maybe it was my unique profession that made Sarah feel lonely and empty, pushing her into another man’s arms. Perhaps if I’d changed to a job closer to home, the outcome would have been entirely different. The more I thought, the heavier my heart grew. After my vacation ended and I returned to work, I was still half-dead, a mere shadow of myself, unable to muster any energy. My colleague, Mark, saw me like this and frowned. “Hey, Liam, what’s up with you?” “There are so many women in the world. You’re not going to fall apart just because of Sarah, are you? Just wait. When this ship docks, I’ll take you out for some fun.” I was so consumed by my own grief that I barely heard him. I just nodded numbly after he finished speaking. What I didn’t expect was that Mark’s idea of “fun” was taking me to a karaoke bar with “special services.” 2 From the outside, this karaoke bar looked no different from any other. But Mark told me that without an insider to guide you, you couldn’t even request the “services” you wanted here. I clicked my tongue in disbelief. I’d certainly seen it all now. I walked through the place like a wide-eyed tourist, every corner seeming new and strange. Beyond anything else, the neon lights and lively atmosphere alone were enough to make my heart race and release a rush of dopamine. Seeing how effortlessly Mark navigated the place, I finally understood why Sarah had said those things. Perhaps she thought I had already become like Mark, a regular patron of these kinds of places. It was like a huge accusation had been slapped squarely on my back, pinning me down. “Uh, Mark, maybe I should just head back. You guys have fun, you have fun.” My heart couldn’t quite handle it, so I waved at Mark and started to head for the exit. “Dude, what’s gotten into you? I brought you out because I heard you were divorced. Don’t tell me you’re going to be a buzzkill!” “Heh heh, don’t be in such a hurry to leave. You’ll see why in a minute.” Mark grinned at me mischievously while clinking glasses with his friends. It was then I noticed that Mark seemed different from how he usually was. At work, Mark was always serious and cool-headed. He was in his early thirties and still hadn’t married or had children. The managers at work often tried to set him up with dates or arrange blind dates, but he always politely declined. Now, it seemed he wasn’t avoiding women; he was simply too close to them. His heart was too wild to settle down with just one person. I shook my head, thinking our values were too different. It was best to respectfully keep our distance in the future. “Liam, they’re here, they’re here! You’re the boss tonight, you get to choose first.” Just then, Mark’s words snapped me back to reality. I looked up to see a line of hot women in short, revealing dresses, displaying their long, slender legs. I froze. I turned to Mark, and just as I was about to formulate a polite refusal, he wasted no time in pushing the woman he deemed to have the best presence in the room right into my arms. A unique, intoxicating scent wafted over me, making my old face flush. This woman felt completely different from Sarah. Even though Sarah had betrayed me, she usually presented herself as a respectable, virtuous wife, and dressed very modestly. If I hadn’t caught her in her scandalous act with my own eyes, I would have never believed she would betray me. But this woman now… her clothes were so skimpy I could directly see her ample cleavage, which immediately made my imagination run wild. She had so little fabric on to begin with, and now she was squirming restlessly as if she had ants in her pants, making her sensitive areas even more tantalizingly visible. I tried not to look, but I couldn’t help it, and my heart began to pound wildly. Feeling my nose betray me, a rush of warmth quickly gushed out. I clamped my hand over my nose and pushed the woman away, heading straight for the restroom. After a while, having composed myself, I slowly emerged from the restroom. Fortunately, Mark and the others hadn’t shifted their attention to me. He had his arm around a girl, singing love songs and having the time of his life. Seeing this, I quickly retreated to a corner, thinking this place really wasn’t for me. Next time Mark invited me, I’d definitely refuse. Meanwhile, the beautiful woman Mark had pushed into my arms earlier, seeing me sitting a mile away from her, unceremoniously scooted herself right over to me. “Oh, handsome, don’t be so shy.” “Look, everyone else here is singing and dancing with someone. If you sit so far away, my boss might see it, and I’ll be in big trouble.” The beauty whined softly, subtly complaining to me, and kept grumbling that if I didn’t cooperate, her boss would dock her pay. Hearing that, I didn’t know what excuse to use to refuse her again, so I just bit the bullet and let her sit beside me. Watching Mark and his invited friends having such a wild, carefree time, I felt incredibly out of place, my limbs stiff and unsure how to move. That entire night felt like an excruciating eternity. And the beauty seemed to sense my discomfort, so she started an on-and-off conversation with me. 3 She said her name was Chloe, she was 22, and she had just started in the industry a short while ago. When she learned where I was from, she exclaimed excitedly, saying we were from the same hometown. To prove it, she even started chatting with me in our local dialect. In this foreign city, her familiar accent made me feel genuinely close to her, and we quickly became comfortable with each other. I asked her why she was here, subtly hinting that this kind of work didn’t seem very suitable for a young woman. She pursed her lips and honestly replied that most girls who do this kind of work are desperate. No one wants to demean themselves, but you have to survive. They didn’t have the luxury of spending their days eating, drinking, and having fun like others. Being at the bottom of the ladder, survival was their top priority. They came from rural areas, with no skills or education, so they could only choose this path, relying on their youth to make a living. “A lot of girls from my village do this. I’ve seen some of them save enough money, go back home, find a decent guy to marry, and live pretty well.” “Anyway, I’m still so young right now; I don’t need to think about things so far into the future.” Chloe smiled, her eyes looking hollow as she spoke. She was truly beautiful, yet utterly devoid of soul. In that moment, I suddenly understood that beauty without wisdom was a disaster, often leading to a similar fate: most would end up as someone else’s “plaything.” Seeing that I had stopped talking, Chloe finally realized the communication barrier between us and fell silent as well. And just like that, our conversation died, leaving us looking awkwardly at each other. After a long silence, Chloe, worried someone outside might be watching and see her not working actively, thus docking her pay, quickly livened things up again. She filled both her glass and mine with alcohol, then said with bold confidence, “Brother, I’ll drink this first; you do as you please!” I looked at her, then at the full glass of liquor, my face showing hesitation. I wasn’t much of a drinker and wanted to refuse, but then I thought, if a girl like her dares to drink so openly, me being so wishy-washy seemed a bit unmanly, not at all grand. So, I followed suit and drained the glass in one gulp. Speaking of which, I had seriously underestimated the women who worked in these places. They were so used to drinking, it was like water to them—glass after glass, without even a blink. As for me, I couldn’t hold my liquor. Soon, I was dizzy, my head spinning. The next time I woke up, I found myself in a hotel, lying beside me was Chloe, the beauty I’d only met once.
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