Flying Star Sea was indeed living up to its reputation. Even one of its regular rooms displayed a unique kind of luxury. In Shi Mingyuan’s room, expensive and ornate decorations aside, the bed itself was already enough to leave one speechless.
Perhaps the most important feature of a brothel was the bed, and each one here was three meters wide—plenty of space for several people to roll around comfortably. Moreover, each bed was equipped with smart bedding that perfectly conformed to the human body, offering an ideal balance of temperature and comfort.
Most satisfying of all, each bed was fitted with a high-end anti-gravity device, capable of creating an anti-gravity field. In other words, as long as one wished, they could experience complete weightlessness.
With the arrival of the space age, people had invented hundreds of unique positions that could only be performed in zero gravity. These beds allowed customers to try those positions without having to leave Earth’s atmosphere.
Yet, Yang Hao seemed to have no need for any of this. Bored out of his mind, he sat at the edge of the table, flipping through various room scenarios with the remote control. To enhance the experience for guests, each room was equipped with scene-shaping devices capable of projecting holographic environments within seconds—hospitals, classrooms, offices, or even space shuttles.
Shi Mingyuan, the top courtesan of Flying Star Sea, sat alone at the edge of the bed, her face veiled. She seemed to have grown accustomed to being ignored and showed little reaction.
Yang Hao was actually caught in an intense internal struggle. He had nearly been driven mad by Hunyuanzi, who was furious that Yang Hao had wasted two hundred thousand credits. The old man insisted that Yang Hao should switch to another woman, to at least get his money’s worth.
But Yang Hao kept refusing. He felt that Shi Mingyuan was already pitiful enough, and changing partners might hurt her pride.
“Forget it, disciple. Do you really care about this kind of woman’s self-esteem?” Hunyuanzi clicked his tongue in disapproval.
“No,” Yang Hao replied firmly. From his experiences at school, he could almost feel what Shi Mingyuan was going through.
“How did we end up with such a morally sensitive disciple?” Hunyuanzi grumbled, as if determined to turn Yang Hao into a heartless brute.
“Stop nagging,” Yang Hao muttered, already in a bad mood.
“But, dear disciple, your money isn’t entirely wasted,” Hunyuanzi said, clearly plotting something again. “Didn’t that woman mention the bet? The challenge involves her. You might as well practice tonight, so you won’t be clumsy on the day of the contest.”
“You can’t be serious. You want me to use her for practice?” Yang Hao’s eyes widened. “That doesn’t seem right.”
Hunyuanzi sighed. “Put aside your excessive sympathy. If you lose the match, you’ll definitely be driven out of the capital. Then where will I find my enemy?”
Yang Hao scratched his head, reluctantly admitting that Hunyuanzi had a point. He absolutely couldn’t afford to lose the bet with Li Bo. Since he had already paid the money, he might as well give it a try and see what Shi Mingyuan was capable of.
With that thought, Yang Hao stood up and turned around, only to catch Shi Mingyuan gazing upward, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. Earlier, when Yang Hao randomly pressed buttons on the scene-shaping device, it had stopped on a cosmic environment. Now, the entire room seemed to float in a galaxy, surrounded by shimmering stars and colorful cosmic lights. In such a setting, lovemaking would feel like being aboard a space shuttle, soaring through the universe.
But Yang Hao was captivated by Shi Mingyuan’s intense gaze. Until now, she had seemed indifferent to everything, yet she clearly had a deep love for the stars.
“You… you like looking at space?” Yang Hao sat beside her, trying to make conversation. “Have you ever ridden a shuttle?”
“I own one—the smallest model. Sometimes I fly to nearby planets for a visit,” Shi Mingyuan replied, her voice as pleasant as porcelain gently tapping together.
Yang Hao was stunned. Even he had only ever taken interstellar transport flights and never a private shuttle. He hadn’t expected this woman to actually own one. It seemed that being a top courtesan really paid well.
“Then why stay here?” Yang Hao asked, confused. “With a ship, you could escape. Who could catch you once you ran?”
Shi Mingyuan gave him a calm look. “Escape? Where to? A woman from Angel Star either becomes someone’s mistress or a courtesan at Flying Star Sea. No matter which system you run to, Flying Star Sea will always find a way to bring you back.”
“Then you’re just going to stay here?” Yang Hao felt she was too resigned to her fate.
Although she held the title of top courtesan, in reality, she was nothing more than a target for mockery. In the brothel, a woman who could be admired but not touched was no different from a piece of decoration. A living person living like a lifeless ornament—it was enough to make anyone feel miserable.
Suddenly, Shi Mingyuan began to remove her outer garments. She was wearing only layers of thin gauze, and with the slightest movement, large swaths of her smooth, porcelain-like skin were revealed. Her slender waist curved perfectly, glowing under the cosmic light, full of vitality, as if passion flowed beneath her skin.
“Uh… actually, I…” Yang Hao had originally planned to try using a pill on Shi Mingyuan, but her sudden boldness threw him off balance, making him feel uneasy.
“Disciple, this woman is a rare gem! Better to err on the side of action—go for it!” Hunyuanzi chimed in again, clearly projecting all his suppressed desires onto Yang Hao.
But Yang Hao had no intention of becoming a puppet for a millennia-old ghost. He quickly turned his head away. “Miss Shi, just talking is fine.”
“Talking?” Shi Mingyuan gave a bitter smile. “Even if I can’t sleep with you, at least let you see something, so your twenty thousand won’t go to waste.”
Yang Hao remained silent. In truth, he could feel Shi Mingyuan continuously removing her gauze, and it took great willpower to stop himself from turning to look.
“In the past, when men still had hope for me, they would spend not just twenty thousand, but even two hundred thousand.” She leaned against the edge of the bed. “But now, I’m only worth a few credits a night. Even the cheapest streetwalkers are more valuable than me.”
Unable to suppress his curiosity any longer, Yang Hao finally turned his head. That single glance sent a surge of fire through his body. Shi Mingyuan’s body was truly flawless—beyond description. It wasn’t just about curves or lines. Every inch of her skin, every curve of her body, seemed like the perfect design of a divine creator, without the slightest imperfection. Not even the tiniest deviation in angle. Her figure could serve as the ultimate model for female beauty.
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