Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

I’ve had conflicts with my parents over this. But once they solemnly say that they were doing it for my own good and that women could not simply go to such places, I’d be

defeated.

The words “for your own good” were what I couldn’t stand the most. As soon as my mom said them, I would compromise on anything—no matter how big the issue was.

It could be said that going to a bar was the biggest dream I’ve had since I became an adult, apart from painting.

This time, the three of us would sneak out. I was ecstatic as I was finally fulfilling my dream.

Queenie was feeling down because of her love troubles, but I was thrilled. We came to an

agreement to visit the bar quickly.

Colin called on time to ask what I wanted for dinner, but I politely declined, saying that I was going out with Julia and Queenie.

Once he heard that we were planning to go out, Colin started giving all kinds of motherly advice. After I repeatedly assured him that we would be fine, he reluctantly hung up but was still worried.

It was our first time going to a bar, so we were quite excited. We barely ate dinner and just sat by the window, eagerly waiting for nightfall.

Finally, at eight in the evening, Julia gave a wave as we rushed out excitedly.

I wore a long, loose pink sequined sweater with tight jeans, topped with a white down jacket and white fur–trimmed snow boots. My skin had a naturally milky white tone, which suited various bright colors perfectly.

Julia was naturally enchanting, with a waist so slender. Her skin was slightly darker than mine, coupled with deep–set features. She had an exotic charm. Her hourglass figure was best suited for tight–fitting skirts.

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Queenie wasn’t in the mood to dress up. But with some persuasion from me and Julia, she reluctantly put on heavy makeup and changed into a wine red cropped sweater with black high–waisted pants.

She had a delicate figure and looked soft and charming, making people want to embrace her.

When we reached the door of the dormitory building, we admired each other’s outfits

through the glass door. We were quite satisfied.

There were many cars parked in front of the bar with young men and women coming in and out from time to time.

Before we even entered, the booming music shaking the ground could be heard. It quickly lifted our spirits.

“Follow me,

don’t wander off,” Julia said. She led us to a relatively quiet corner and went to

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She returned quickly, followed by a handsome guy in uniform who placed a crate of beer on the table. He then brought some snacks.

“Come, let’s drink till we drop.” Julia picked up a bottle of beer, tilted her head back, and poured the contents directly into her mouth like a bold gang leader.

Following her lead, Queenie also chugged a bottle before slamming it on the table. She wiped the beer residue from her chin and exclaimed with wide eyes, “That’s refreshing.”

“Luna, you can’t be more cowardly than Queenie. Drink up. This stuff tastes like horse urine at first, but once you get used to it, you’ll find it delicious and want more.”

So, I picked up a bottle of beer and took a sip. I found it bitter and not to my liking.

Actually, I had a natural ability that only my parents knew about. We never told anyone about it, not even the Whites.