Chapter 195: New Discovery on the Lounge Chair
Professor Li ultimately didn’t make the call. After eating at the Wave Runner Pavilion, the group headed straight to the airport to gather.
Zhou You watched them finally leave and began to enjoy his happy time.
Ever since that last taste of forbidden pleasure.
Zhou You finally understood the joy of King Zhou.
These past few days, Ina and Kyoka had also been thinking about Zhou You often, but last time was a bit rough—they still needed a few days to recover slowly, not quite adjusted at first.
Just as he saw them off, Zhou You received a message from Ina: "Dinner tonight, free or not?"
Zhou You grinned to himself: "Come to my place, it’s spacious. I’ll pick you up later."
Ina and the other two exchanged glances. They hadn’t been to Zhou You’s place yet. They knew he had some money, but they weren’t clear on his actual assets.
Before long, Zhou You drove up to the building.
Kyoka and the other two were already waiting at Ina’s place. Sun Li.
He took them straight back to the villa.
Parking the car in the private garage, he didn’t worry at all.
To showcase the hospitality of his people, he even gave them a tour.
Kyoka was a bit surprised, but it was within her expectations—there were plenty of such buildings back home.
A-Jin couldn’t handle it, though. She’d never seen anything this nice. In South Korea, resources were too concentrated; ordinary people never got to see the good stuff.
Ina didn’t care. She was from a warrior nation—didn’t value material things, just needed a drink.
To set the mood, they watched a movie together.
But somehow, they accidentally put on an action flick. Oh well, they were all rough-and-tumble types, no need to play refined hypocrites.
Now, only Zhou You could enter the villa. The fingerprint lock code had been changed too, so he wasn’t worried at all.
No helping it—too many people, everyone was hungry. Who eats first?
They had to cut through the mess quickly, all grabbing a bite first, or they wouldn’t last.
After a little something to tide them over, they had the energy to play slowly. There was so much to do at home now.
The main thing was the space was big enough.
Soon, they saw the big bed in the bedroom.
Everyone gasped, envious.
Sharing a big blanket—what joy.
People often said women were made of water, but Zhou You had never believed it.
Saying someone had good skin or a nice figure was one thing.
But without seeing it, he didn’t buy it.
This time, he discovered something different.
Kyoka was truly a woman made of water—her whole body soft and boneless. Ina’s hands were rough, A-Jin’s were bony, but Kyoka’s little hands were plump, soft and squishy to the touch.
People described a drunk person as a pile of mud.
But Kyoka was different. Lying on the bed, she was like lying on a water bed.
After Ina had her fill of food and drink, she leaned back on the sofa: "Bro You, I need to head back?"
Zhou You was still cooking; the other two hadn’t eaten enough yet.
Hearing this, he didn’t dare stop, but luckily his stamina was good enough. Breathing a little heavily, he said, "So soon? Isn’t it still break time?"
"Can’t wait until break. It’s an elective—just a simple exam, and I’ll be heading back by the end of the month." Ina was being honest.
Zhou You felt a bit sad. He knew she’d have to go back eventually, but after spending so much time together, there were feelings: "It’s fine, I’ll come visit you then. Think about what else you want to learn, and I’ll teach you as much as I can."
Ina rolled her big blue eyes. Seeing Zhou You still stir-frying, she couldn’t help but lend a hand: "Who cooks like that? Keeping it on high heat the whole time—who can handle that? You go cook the other dish, I’ll take this one."
Good grief, Zhou You, the head chef, was being dismissed.
No helping it—that was his fate.
Luckily, the cabbage was easy to stir-fry, very simple. Just high heat and quick work; low heat wouldn’t do—it’d turn out undercooked, and customers would complain.
There was never a starving chef in the world, only exhausted ones.
He sat down nearby to rest for a bit; the kitchen was too hot.
Turning to A-Jin, he asked, "Want a popsicle?"
A-Jin nodded.
She kept nodding.
She just kept nodding.
Zhou You got anxious—do you want one or not? Say something!
But A-Jin wouldn’t speak.
Just whimpered.
Sigh.
Forget it.
He’d teach her a few lessons later; she couldn’t even talk straight.
At least Kyoka was good—she kept teaching Zhou You Japanese: "Sugoi, sugoi."
Zhou You had to reciprocate, teaching her some Chinese: "Bu keqi, bu yong keqi."
Sigh, you couldn’t learn too many languages at once—it got confusing.
By evening, everyone was clamoring they were hungry.
It pissed Zhou off.
Every one of them was a bottomless pit—the more they ate, the hungrier they got. If he weren’t well-off, they’d eat him out of house and home.
So he took them to the Wave Runner Pavilion for a big meal. Those were real chefs, not like Zhou You, who could only steam bread.
Ina laughed and said, "Your big rye bread is dry enough to choke someone. Back home, we eat it with jam."
Zhou You didn’t care, shaking his head: "I’ll open a bread shop when I go to your place, see if anyone buys."
After eating their fill, Zhou You planned to take them back to school.
But they weren’t done yet—they wanted to tour Zhou You’s villa again.
This time, they entered through the small courtyard. The door opened to lush grapevines, with tiny green grapes already forming on them.
Beneath was a bamboo lounge chair. In this weather, after a good meal, lying there and swaying in the small yard—that was the life.
Fame, fortune, legacy—none of it beat lying here in comfort.
A thatched cottage with bamboo fences had its charm; temples and monasteries couldn’t compare.
And on top of that, there was a group of lovely ladies here.
Kyoka loved the little fish the most. She wouldn’t leave the pond, watching the fish swim around, wishing she could turn into one and stay carefree in the water.
Ina watched for a while, found it so-so, then dragged a chair over to sit and rest beside Zhou You.
Seeing him close his eyes and relax.
She couldn’t resist being playful.
Slowly, she sat down on Zhou You, stacking on top of him like a human pyramid, lying across him.
Good thing the bamboo chair was sturdy, or it would’ve collapsed.
The villa was very private—high walls, no one could see in from outside, and the high-rises behind couldn’t see into the yard either.
Zhou You was almost asleep. It was so comfortable, with nothing to worry about; closing his eyes, he could doze off.
But Ina was too mischievous. The moment she sat on him, he felt it.
That build, that weight, that height—it could only be Ina.
When she lay down, it fit perfectly, seamless.
Zhou You didn’t move. Ina didn’t move either.
They lay there for a long time.
Kyoka, watching the fish, noticed the oddity.
It was like discovering a new continent.
She stood behind the lounge chair, holding the back, and started gently rocking it back and forth. Soon, she was rocking faster and faster.
Once she saw Ina was comfortable from the swaying, she pulled her down and lay on it herself.
Now it was Ina’s turn to rock beside her.
The poor lounge chair just kept bearing the weight of two people.