Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Actually, I had a natural ability that only my parents knew about. We never told anyone

about it, not even the Whites.

Back when I hadn’t started school, there was once during New Year’s celebrations when my

parents were too busy to watch over me as they were entertaining guests.

I imitated the adults and sat on the balcony. I poured myself a glass of white wine and drank it alone. By the time my mom noticed, I had already drunk more than half the bottle. I just casually told my mom the water wasn’t good, it was too spicy.

My parents were terrified and rushed me to the hospital. But the doctor, looking at me playing on the ground, said I was fine.

It turned out that I had a high level of a certain enzyme in my blood, which quickly

metabolized alcohol.

In other words, I naturally had a high tolerance for alcohol. After some practical experience, I found out that I wouldn’t get drunk if I drank only one type of alcohol. Once I mixed it with something else, I’d be out cold in no time.

So, saying I had a high tolerance for alcohol wasn’t entirely accurate.

But I didn’t like the taste of alcohol. If it weren’t for occasions like New Year’s, I wouldn’t

touch a drop of it.

The atmosphere of the bar was indeed conducive to drinking, so I didn’t mind trying it. Beer tasted relatively mild, like slightly bitter ice water, to me.

After drinking two bottles straight, Julia dragged Queenie to dance, leaving me alone in the

booth.

On the dance floor, countless young men and women were gyrating their bodies to the music. Julia and Queenie danced very well too, especially Queenie.

Perhaps due to her recent emotional distress, she seemed to be releasing her emotions here. It made her look exceptionally wild and seductive when dancing, like a rose blooming in the dark night.

Soon, several men with different colored hair and trendy clothes surrounded them. As they danced, they would occasionally shout loudly.

After Julia and Queenie were tired, they returned to the booth. They were followed by several

men who were slobbering and asking for their numbers. Those people didn’t look like they had good intentions.

One of them, with red hair and a diamond earring in his left ear, brought a lot of alcohol and insisted on sharing the booth with us. He said he felt a connection with us and should be

friends.

Clearly, he was not a good person. Who would want to be friends with him?

Julia was always protective of us in the dorm. At this moment, she bravely stood in front of us and argued with the men. This quickly attracted the attention of other people nearby.

Everyone showed a hidden malice in their eyes. They were seemingly indifferent to a group of men bullying a few young women. In fact, they were looking forward to the outcome.

Two men had already shamelessly sat next to Queenie. They held up an opened bottle of beer and tried to pour it into her mouth. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Queenie might look petite, but she had a strong temper. She slapped the man’s hand away, causing the bottle to fall to the ground. It shattered with a loud bang, spilling the alcohol everywhere.

There was an instant silence in the air.

The men immediately became angry and began to curse. They grabbed Queenie’s hand, trying to pull her into their arms. I did my best to pull Queenie to my side, while Julia was already grappling with another man.

The scene descended into chaos, and it was clear that a few young women like us couldn’t handle it. I had no choice but to risk being scolded by Colin and called him for help.

Being scolded by Colin was better than being bullied by hooligans.

Mom and Colin were right. Places like these were full of dangers and not suitable for young women to come casually. I never wanted to come again.

The bar was in the back alley of a street behind the university. It wasn’t exactly close, but it wasn’t far either. Colin had a car, so he could come over in 15 minutes at most. Before that, no one would help us, so we could only rely on ourselves.