Chapter 33

Saying, Olivia didn't stop coming closer and closer to Ernest, even though there was a table between them.

Ernest was terrified as he realized which was first moving towards him wasn't Olivia but… her big chest and the porcelain skin which was about to blind him in the holy light of the adult world.

Fck—now Ernest didn't even remember how many times he said this word, due to his extreme terror to be there.

What the fck of greetings was that? There were three, no, four men staring at her, and she was about to show her big boobs?

W-wait, didn’t she want Ernest to touch them???

Suddenly Ernest remembered one of his former colleagues, who had used to work at the nightclub but now left this bustling city and became a hard-working peasant.

You ask why?

It was touching an unfamiliar drunk woman's chest in the nightclub which had made that poor guy be hit by that woman's boyfriend.

An entire beer bottle hit into his head. And even though Ernest’s friend had explained, in tears and mucus, that
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