The silence inside the main room of the Presidential Suite at Blend Resto & Hotel was a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the lobby moments before. The dim light of the nightlight illuminated a row of bodies lying on the spacious king-size bed. Four female students—Leng Yixue, Tang Qing, Su Meiling, and Yan Ran—were beginning to emerge from the effects of the alcohol that had previously numbed their consciousness. Beside them, the beautiful teacher from Class 10-B was still asleep, slumbering under the influence of the thugs' drug.
They lay limp, feeling the throbbing in their temples slowly subside. However, the memory of the lobby incident remained vivid, sparking a quiet discussion among them.
"Did you guys feel anything strange about what happened earlier?" Yan Ran broke the silence, his voice hoarse.
"Strange in what way?" Tang Qing turned his head slowly, his head still feeling a little heavy.
"Everything... seemed premeditated. Why did we suddenly get so drunk just from dinner?" Yan Ran frowned.
"Impossible," Leng Yixue replied, her cold logic returning. "Wei Yan and Ning Shuang were also eating at the same place. Besides, who could have planned for thugs to appear in the lobby at such a convenient time?"
"Yes, that's impossible," Su Meiling defended. "It was pure luck that we were with Wei Yan. Was it just me, Yan Ran? You've watched too many conspiracy dramas."
"It might be true... don't think too much," Yan Ran whispered again, trying to dispel her own suspicions.
"That's right. You saw it yourself, right? Wei Yan even helped that teacher," Su Meiling pointed at the beautiful teacher, who was still unconscious. "He wouldn't have had to do that if he only cared about us. But he beat those thugs without hesitation."
"Yeah... I was so scared just now," Tang Qing muttered, her body trembling slightly at the memory of the glint in the thugs' eyes in the lobby. "So was I. Luckily, Wei Yan was there. Otherwise... we would all have been doomed tonight. Who knows what those dirty thugs would have done to us."
The atmosphere suddenly turned melancholy. They imagined the worst-case scenario that could have befallen them if Wei Yan hadn't been there. Sadness and emotion mingled, creating a strong emotional bond with the young man who had saved them.
"But... did you guys realize?" Su Meiling whispered, her eyes fixed on the luxurious ceiling of the room. "Wei Yan's actions just now were so domineering. The way he hit me, the way he spoke to those thugs... he looked like an emperor."
"Yes... very manly," Yan Ran added, his face starting to turn red, no longer from the alcohol. "If I were Wei Yan's girlfriend..."
"What do you mean? He's Ning Shuang's boyfriend!" Leng Yixue warned sharply, though her own heart was trembling.
"Yes, don't ruin their relationship. That's not good," Tang Qing said, trying to be tactful.
"Why do you say ruin? I only said 'if only.' Besides... I really like Wei Yan now," Yan Ran admitted openly.
"Ohhhh..." The others looked at her sheepishly.
"You... could it be that you like him too?" Yan Ran pointed at Su Meiling.
"Indeed—wait, you too?" Su Meiling asked Tang Qing, whose face was already like a boiled crab.
"Huh? You too? Oh my... why do all my friends like Wei Yan?" Leng Yixue exclaimed, even though her eyes couldn't lie.
"I think he's very nice," Tang Qing whispered.
"He's very handsome and has an extraordinary aura," Meiling added.
"He saved our honor," Yixue finally admitted in a small voice.
"Hehehe, but at least he's a gentleman. Look now, he didn't take advantage of us even though we were so weak and helpless," Yan Ran said, touching the silk sheets beneath her. "He was responsible enough to bring us to the most luxurious room here to be safe."
"He also knows his limits," Yixue added.
"Speaking of limits..." Yan Ran gave a mischievous smile that made the others wary. "If he were to take us all at once tonight... wouldn't that be an experience..."
"Shut up!" Yixue interrupted quickly, her face heating up.
"Don't talk about such embarrassing things!" Meiling exclaimed, though deep down, a wild imagination had briefly crossed her mind.
Just as their argument had subsided, a sound crept in through the bedroom door's slightly open crack. It wasn't a whisper, but rather a rhythmic, intense moaning and sighing.
"What's that sound?" Tang Qing froze.
"They..." Yan Ran's eyes widened. "Could it be..."
Curiosity overcame their weakness. Slowly, the four class goddesses crawled out of bed, trying not to wake their teacher. They approached the suite door, their hearts pounding, almost matching the rhythm of the sounds coming from the suite's living room.
They peeked through the slightly ajar door.
The sight before them took their breath away. On the spacious, luxurious living room sofa, under the dim light of the crystal chandelier, they saw the real Wei Yan. Wei Yan was no longer dressed in his neat school uniform; he looked powerful, with a perfect, athletic physique.
And there, Ning Shuang... the school goddess, usually elegant and composed, was in stark contrast. He looked so excited, moving with a wild rhythm on top of Wei Yan. Ning Shuang's satisfied moans filled the room, demonstrating just how well Wei Yan was "managing."
The four female students were in silent hysterics. They held each other's hands tightly, holding back their screams to avoid being discovered.
"Oh my... it... it really is them," Su Meiling whispered, her voice trembling.
"Wei Yan's physique... he looks so strong," Yan Ran muttered, her eyes unable to tear away from the sight.
"Ning Shuang looks so happy... I've never seen such an expression on her face before," Tang Qing added, a mixture of envy and surprise.
"So this is what she meant by 'intense activity' last night?" Leng Yixue swallowed. "No wonder her aura is so dominant. She's no ordinary student."
They continued to peer, watching Wei Yan dominate every inch of Ning Shuang's being. For those still innocent, this scene was a harsh clash of reality. However, instead of feeling disgusted, the admiration and desire embedded under the influence of the fragments of fate only intensified.
"You see... hers..." Yan Ran whispered very quietly, her face already completely flushed.
"Shut up, don't keep looking!" Yixue whispered, though she herself didn't look away even an inch.
They were caught in a whirlwind of emotions. Watching Wei Yan treat Ning Shuang with such passion yet maintaining complete control made the four goddesses realize one thing: Wei Yan was the sun, and they were all just planets that would never escape his orbit.
"We have to get back to bed before they finish," Meiling whispered breathlessly.
Leng Yixue, Tang Qing, Su Meiling, and Yan Ran—returned to bed with stiff movements, but their ears were still glued to the slightly ajar door. Their hearts were racing faster than when the thugs had attacked in the lobby. The physical image of Wei Yan and Ning Shuang's wildness outside had ignited something that should have remained hidden behind their school uniforms.
However, the conversation in the suite's living room suddenly changed direction, leaving them holding their breath again.
"Ah... Yan... honey..." Ning Shuang's voice was breathless, punctuated by the rhythmic sound of skin rubbing against the sofa. "Why... why don't you just invite them inside?"
The four girls in the room froze. Their blood seemed to stop flowing. Them? We?
"No," Wei Yan's deep voice rang out, still calm despite the intense activity. "I don't want to appear incompetent by having to divide my focus at a time like this."
"You're so capable, honey! Even more so than anyone I've ever imagined!" Ning Shuang exclaimed, her voice rising an octave, ending with a small moan. "Honey... listen to me..."
"What's wrong, Shuang-er?"
"I know you're amazing... but I'm scared. I'm afraid I can't handle you alone tonight. The stamina and energy you possess... it's too much for me alone," Ning Shuang whispered, her voice both pleading and adoring.
"Haish, it depends on the situation, doesn't it?" Wei Yan chuckled lowly, a sound that to the four listeners in the room felt like a shiver down their spines.
"Depends on what? I always see them..." Ning Shuang paused, breathing heavily. "I can feel it, Yan. I'm a woman, and I know that look. Leng Yixue, Tang Qing, Meiling, Yan Ran... they're all attracted to you. They desire you as much as I do."
"I..." Wei Yan sounded hesitant, a deliberate hesitation to provoke a reaction.
Unbeknownst to them, Wei Yan began activating the Aphrodisiac Effect from the pores of his body. This wasn't just a scent, but an energy frequency that stimulated the hormones within the enclosed space. Through the crack in the door, an invisible mist of energy crept into the room, enveloping the four class goddesses who lay limp.
The atmosphere outside calmed for a moment. Ning Shuang seemed to be catching her breath, sitting on Wei Yan's lap in a still-intimate position.
"Don't worry, Yan," Ning Shuang whispered, her voice now clearer but full of determination. "I'll persuade them later. They'll surely understand their own feelings after what you did today. And... they'll surely understand my current plight. You're too strong for one woman."
"Okay, okay, my little angel," Wei Yan rubbed Ning Shuang's sweaty back. "I could find other women out there to help relieve this energy. But they... will they be willing to share? They're the goddesses of this school, with high self-esteem."
At the words "share" and "self-esteem," the four girls in the room began to feel uneasy. Their bodies began to feel unnaturally hot. Wei Yan's energy began to work its way through their last defenses.
"I... I can't take it anymore," Yan Ran whispered, her hands beginning to creep under her own clothes. "Why did they stop talking and stop doing it? I want to hear more..."
"Yan Ran, what are you doing?" Leng Yixue rebuked in a trembling voice, but her own hands were already gripping the bedsheets tightly.
"Don't lie, Yixue! You felt it too, right?" Tang Qing replied breathlessly. "It felt... it felt like something was exploding inside my stomach."
The sounds outside faded away again, replaced by small, incoherent whispers. The unknown was tormenting them. Under the influence of Wei Yan's energy, the four girls began to lose control. Collectively, driven by awakened primitive instincts, they began to play with themselves on the large bed, beside the still unconscious teacher. Small moans began to escape their lips, echoing in shameful harmony.
Kriet...
The bedroom door, which had been only slightly ajar, was now pushed wide open.
The four girls gasped, but their bodies were already on the threshold. They saw Wei Yan standing in the doorway, the light from the living room illuminating the silhouette of her perfect body from behind. Ning Shuang stood beside her, dressed in a loose silk bathrobe, staring at them with a triumphant smile.
The scene on the bed was utter chaos. The four class goddesses were caught in the most embarrassing position any honor student could imagine. However, instead of pulling away, a wave of climax hit them the moment their eyes met Wei Yan's piercing ones.
"Ahhh!"
The four of them climaxed simultaneously, their bodies arching and trembling violently on the bed. Cold sweat mixed with shame and overwhelming arousal.
"Looks like... they've already given their answer, honey," Ning Shuang whispered to Wei Yan.
Wei Yan stepped into the room, his aura enveloping the entire room like a thick, domineering mist. He stood at the edge of the bed, looking at them each in turn.
"Did you see and hear everything?" Wei Yan asked in a deep baritone.
Leng Yixue, usually the most logical and cool, was the first to speak through his labored breathing. "W-w-we... we love you, Wei Yan."
"We don't care if we have to share," Tang Qing added, his eyes filled with longing and longing. "Please... don't leave us like this."
"Save us, Master..." Yan Ran and Su Meiling whispered almost simultaneously, surrendering all their pride as holders of the fate fragments to the Maestro's feet.
Wei Yan smiled faintly, a smile that signaled the beginning of tonight's great harvest. "If that's your choice, then starting tonight, your fate no longer belongs to the heavens, but to me."
He glanced at the beautiful teacher still unconscious in the corner of the bed, then back at his four students, who had completely surrendered. "Shuang-er, help them prepare. Tonight, you will learn what it means to be part of Wei Yan's destiny."
Outside the suite window, the Yonghe stars shone dimly, as if ashamed to witness how the Maestro locked five major fragments of destiny in one night filled with the scent of sweat, passion, and absolute surrender.