Super Host

She knew that some men would take drugs beforehand to last longer or have more fun.

However, a man had died on top of a woman because of a heart problem. She had only heard of such incidents, but had never seen one.

If such a thing happened to her today, it would haunt her for the rest of her life.

Who in the world would want a man to die on top of her? Not only would it be embarrassing, but it would also bring misfortune. This was no one's idea of "double happiness".

At that moment, Yang Tao came to his senses. Having just used his divination ability, he felt a bit exhausted. He shifted his body and rolled off the girl lying underneath him.

His penis had softened and the condom was still in the girl's vagina. As his softened member slipped out, it made a faint squeaking sound.

Yang Tao felt that although he was soft now, he could become hard again immediately if he wanted to, even after he had just ejaculated.

He also believed that he could control his climax - he could choose to ejaculate immediately if he wanted to, or hold it back for hours if he needed to.

This must have been one of the advantages of the system.

Seeing that Yang Tao was unharmed, the girl sighed in relief. Then her face lit up with a smile.

She reached down, pulled the semen-filled condom out of her vagina, and threw it into the trash can.

She grabbed a wet towel from nearby, cleaned herself up, and then carefully cleaned Yang Tao.

Usually, a hot towel was needed to clean clients, but since she hadn't prepared one beforehand, she made do with the tissues.

Yang Tao allowed her to clean him while he closed his eyes to rest.

After cleaning, the girl lay on top of Yang Tao and said, "Boss, you're amazing. I was so happy just now. I really like you."

Yang Tao opened his eyes, a smile on his lips. "You like me so much, but you still expect me to pay? If you really like me, why not pay me instead?"

The girl giggled. "All right, it's only a few hundred yuan. If the boss wants, I could even support you - as long as you continue to make me happy."

"No," Yang Tao replied immediately, shaking his head. "Forget it. I'm not looking for anything long-term. I just came here today because I had a strong urge."

He was straightforward and didn't sugarcoat his words. Although he didn't look down on prostitutes, he didn't like the idea of having a relationship with one.

Besides, he had no intention of convincing a prostitute to leave her job.

The girl's face darkened for a moment, but she quickly smiled again. "Alright. Let me know if you change your mind. I can always contact you when you're available."

"No need," Yang Tao said as he stood up and started to get dressed. "I probably won't need this again in the future."

With the system in place, Yang Tao was confident that he would find a good wife one day. Getting involved with a prostitute would only complicate things.

After being rejected again, the girl's expression turned a bit sour, though she still forced a smile. "Okay."

"Boss, why are you getting dressed? Aren't you going for a second round? I haven't even served you properly yet," she asked.

"I don't want to. Once was enough," Yang Tao replied as he finished dressing and prepared to leave. "I'll pay the bill at the reception. You don't need to worry about it."

"Oh, and be careful on your way home tonight," he added. Without waiting for her answer, Yang Tao opened the door to leave, then hesitated and came back to ask for her phone number.

He wanted to know if she could avoid a potential disaster, and if doing so might lead to a backlash against him for interfering with fate.

People said that revealing secrets or preventing disasters could have karmic repercussions. Yang Tao decided to test this theory.

After getting the number, he realized that if he didn't keep track of the girl, he wouldn't know if she had avoided the disaster - and consequently, whether there would be any backlash.

After paying for the service at the front desk, Yang Tao left feeling satisfied.

He stopped at a late-night snack bar, ordered some barbecue, ate a bowl of fried rice, and then took a taxi home.

At home, Yang Tao set his alarm for 3:30 a.m. and lay on his bed, thinking about how to complete the first task given by the system and planning his future.

Exhausted from using his skills, he slowly drifted off to sleep.

This was the end of the first day of his transmigration adventure.