The Beauties Help Me Become the No.1 Official

Chapter 333: Chapter 333: What is the beauty trap?

In the private room, moans rose and fell in waves.

The three aroused women, seeing that tongues were no longer useful, stripped off their clothes outright.

At this moment, Lin Fan felt like he was being violated.

The women favored by Guo Baoming were naturally attractive, with figures like Xu Jiaojiao’s—curvy, plump, and oozing with sex appeal. Their low moans reverberated throughout the banquet hall.

"Naughty little brother, sister feels so good... You’re amazing... Give it to me... I want you!"

Xu Jiaojiao sat in Lin Fan’s embrace, her arms around his neck, moving back and forth, allowing her heaving Jade Rabbits to bounce uncontrollably, her low moans like a siren’s song in the night. Her fertile hips pressed back and forth, clear fluids trickled over his abdomen, her cries carrying a mournful undertone.

"Naughty little brother, you’re the best man I’ve ever seen!"

"Brother, you really know how to play me!"

arms, placed them between their legs, and ground their muddy Gardens against them. They didn’t forget to embrace their own voluptuous Jade Rabbits, frantically

three women, with their soul-seducing smiles, surrounded him

was exactly the scene Guo Baoming had hoped for. He aimed to conquer him with beauty, but such passivity was something Lin Fan could not tolerate. Steeling his heart, he

and plates fell to the floor as Xu Jiaojiao lay on the table, her full body seized with shock, not understanding what he was about to

let’s play for real. Remember,

Then he grabbed the other two women by their hair, forcing them to their knees and to open their mouths. This way, the three women became his outlets for release, and he could grace any one

"Well done!"

meaningful smile to Guo Baoming’s face. To others, it might seem like nothing more than a change of sexual positions, but he saw Lin Fan’s ambition, a rage not content with the status quo. It wasn’t just a shift from passivity to active attack; it was his actual movement

you call

one woman’s head and stuffed the weapon, just withdrawn from Xu Jiaojiao’s body, directly into her mouth. Regardless of her retching, he never pulled it out, displaying no sympathy nor delicacy, only the joy

and

Baoming, puffing on a cigar, casually exhaled a cloud of smoke: "If you say so, it’s only a beginner’s trick. Using women like these can, at best, sway the lower

grateful, pledging their loyalty. But for you,

"Zhu Dan?"