Chapter 45: Ryan: I Can Flirt With Women Now (R-18)

Ryan took the room key she handed him and smiled, "No need, I can manage."

As they handed it over, her delicate fingers brushed across his palm, a tingly sensation, clearly flirtatious.

Ginny also gave him a seductive look, glanced at the drunk, curvy beauty, and said with an ambiguous smile, "Mr. Ryan, I’ve booked you a romantic theme suite. I think you’ll have a very pleasant night."

In the past, a tease like that would have made Ryan a little embarrassed.

But now, he just gave her backside a pat and said lecherously, "Thank you for that. When can I have a pleasant night with you, Manager Ginny?"

"You naughty devil. Take care of her first."

Ginny laughed even more flirtatiously, swaying as she hinted, "Mr. Ryan, I usually get off work around this time. See you around."

Yana was completely drunk, her eyes dazed and unfocused. Though she wasn’t collapsing, Ryan had to support her with considerable effort just to keep her walking.

After going downstairs and finding the room, he swiped the card, turned on the power, closed the door, and carried her to the bed. Ryan was drenched in sweat.

Yana wasn’t exactly chubby, but a woman with breasts that big wasn’t going to be skinny either. She was the soft, slightly plump type, every part of her was especially soft, and she felt great to hold.

To be fair, if a woman has very large breasts but is also very thin with a tiny waist, the proportions can look distorted and awkward.

The room in a five-star hotel had a minibar. In this upgraded luxury suite with a living area, the fridge was fully stocked with drinks and beer, and if that wasn’t enough, there was 24-hour room service.

Ryan was sweaty all over. He opened a cold beer, took a big swig, and pulled the curtains shut.

Turning around, he saw Yana stumble into the bathroom. Before she even closed the door, he heard the sound of her throwing up.

Ryan walked over immediately, rubbed her back, and asked with concern, "Ms. Yana, do you need any help?"

Yana was leaning over the toilet, throwing up. She turned her head and waved him off.

After a while, she caught her breath and said weakly, "Get out. I got my clothes dirty. I need to wash up."

Ryan had been hoping they could shower together, but when it came down to it, he had the desire but not the nerve.

He obediently stepped out of the bathroom. This was Ryan’s first time staying in a hotel like this, before, he’d only ever stayed in cheap roadside motels.

So he was like a curious kid, fiddling with the temperature controls, fan speed, ventilation, and poking at all the little items on the table.

He even read through the room service menu. When he saw they offered laundry service, his eyes lit up.

An idea struck him. Ryan made a call first, then walked over to the bathroom with a sly grin and knocked on the door.

"What!"

Yana sounded a bit startled.

Ryan said gently, "Ms. Yana, you threw up on your clothes. If you wash them yourself, they won’t come clean, and they won’t dry by tomorrow either. Take your clothes out, I’ll have housekeeping take them to be washed."

"Okay!"

After a long silence, Yana finally turned the lock with a click and opened the door just a crack. Her fair, wet arm was covered in droplets, trembling as she handed out the soiled dress.

Ryan put it in the laundry basket, then gritted his teeth and asked reluctantly, "What about your underwear?"

"Underwear? I... I’ll wash it myself!!"

The door closed again. Ryan felt a bit deflated.

The clothes he was wearing had been through all that craziness with Anna, and he’d sweated so much they reeked. So he took everything off and tossed it into the basket too.

Following Yana’s lead, he hid naked behind the door and handed the basket to the hotel cleaner who came to pick it up.

Ryan adjusted the room lighting, not too bright, but clear enough to see everything, with a hazy, intimate atmosphere.

The wait felt like forever. When he finally heard the bathroom door open, it was like music from heaven.

Yana stepped out, fresh from her bath. Her hair was tied up with just a few droplets of water, and her flushed face looked even more refreshed and alluring.

She wore the hotel’s large bathrobe, wrapped tightly around herself, and carried her freshly washed underwear in her hands, hanging them somewhat sheepishly by the air conditioner vent.

Black, plain style, very simple. It showed that her personality was quite conservative too.

"You... go wash up too..."

Facing the man’s desire-filled gaze, Yana kept her head down the whole time, not daring to look up. Even her ears were bright red now, how could she dare look directly at her student standing naked in front of her?

"Teacher, I’ve put some water on the table for you. There’s also sour plum drink to help you sober up."

Ryan stubbed out his cigarette and rushed into the bathroom, not even closing the door behind him as he started washing.

His eagerness made Yana chuckle involuntarily. This moment should have been a sad one, but no matter how she looked at it, having a young, handsome guy like him wasn’t really a loss.

Especially since she had stolen a glance earlier, she was surprised at how good Ryan’s body was. From the podium, he had always looked so thin and unremarkable.

But once the clothes came off, he had a chest, and probably abs too. His muscles were well-proportioned, and his figure was as nice as a model’s.

"Doesn’t seem like a loss... maybe even a gain..."

Yana, still tipsy, couldn’t help but smile. Thinking about it, she was the one getting the better deal, an older woman having her way with a younger man.

Ryan, on the other hand, was burning with lust. Even cold water couldn’t cool him down. He washed hastily, grabbed a large towel, and roughly dried himself off.

When he came out, Yana was already tucked under the covers.

She was on the phone at the time, speaking softly: "Mom, I’m sorry. It’s my fault for making you worry."

"Yes, my brother is there tonight, so I won’t be coming over."

"Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. I’ll go over first thing tomorrow morning. Daughter has to go back to school too."

Under her ashamed gaze, Ryan walked over and climbed onto the bed, pulling the covers off her. All that stood between him and her mature, beautiful body now was a loosely wrapped bathrobe.

Ryan’s breathing quickened instantly. His hands trembled as he began untying the sash at her waist.

This time, Yana didn’t shy away. She looked at him with soft, alluring eyes while still talking to her parents on the phone, though her slightly trembling voice gave her away.

A chill ran over her body as the bathrobe fell open, leaving nothing to cover her. Yana closed her eyes completely.

"Yes, Mom, I’m handling it now. Don’t worry, I found a very kind friend to help."

As she spoke to her mother, her voice had become noticeably unsteady, her breathing slightly quickened.

Her naked body, exposed for the first time to a man other than her husband, for a wife and mother, this was a monumental step, a decision that required immense resolve.

Her huge, full breasts, round like two small watermelons, practically sprang out, the jiggly, jelly-like softness delivering a devastating impact.