Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Playfully, I held the rib piece to Colin's lips and asked him in a flirtatious way to taste it. I would keep it there until he surrendered. He glanced around. When nobody was paying attention to him, he quickly grabbed the ribs with his mouth and licked my fingertips. My face flushed, and my fingertips became numb.

Colin gave me a meaningful smile while chewing the ribs, looking like a fox that had successfully played a prank on me.

As the pots were stewing food, the chef was busy here and there, occasionally raising his arms to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Soon, the skewers were served. Those who had finally gotten a real taste of northern skewers exclaimed in appreciation.

Just like me, they exhaled rapidly through their mouths to hasten the cooling of the food. Sticks were tossed upon the table after a while. Everyone raved about how delicious the skewers were. More than 60 people sat together. The ladies shifted from eating elegantly to feasting while guys bulged their mouths with food. Additionally, they filled their glasses with northern wine. They might get intoxicated by the wine's powerful scent before they even sipped it.

Everyone set aside their images of talented students at Jesselton College. They even ignored the introductory speech and focused solely on the skewers.

Watching everyone eating happily and listening to the continuous compliments, the chef was so happy that he drank half a bottle of liquor. He was greeted with a roar of cheers.

by the other students.

toasted with beer or liquor. Remarkably, their toasts

White! May you and Mrs. White always be happy

shy but happy. Despite my shyness, I felt joyful and accepted their wishes.

I would be Mrs. White sooner or later. They were just addressing me with this title earlier. I could accept it. They

face to cool it

toasts,

an hour that his vision became blurry. His fingers grew unsteady while grasping the glass, and his

you doing? I'll take your place to drink it," I softly asked Colin. Glancing at the half-barrel of potent alcohol, I

my special talent of

to pour him some

always sought to maintain their pride. He persisted in drinking, even though he knew I was a skilled drinker. He was simply torturing