Chapter 1

After Chloe became a widow, she suddenly got ridiculously gorgeous.

Her skin was glowing, radiant—she looked at least twenty years younger.

I constantly begged her for her skincare routine, but she always dodged the question.

Only after I genuinely lost my temper did she finally confess:

"I just go to that dog cafe for coffee. There’s no magic secret."

I stared at her, totally confused.

"What’s so special about a dog cafe to keep it such a secret?"

Chloe blushed, her gaze turning hazy. Her breathing hitched as if reliving something intensely intimate.

"You don't understand. Inside that place... there's something that can turn back the clock on a woman's body overnight."

After Chloe’s husband died in a freak accident, she developed an obsession with this trendy dog cafe.

She claimed spending time with animals helped her heal from grief and forget the pain.

Yet within weeks, she looked like she’d been completely reborn—curvaceous, luminous, practically dripping with feminine vitality.

Jealous and intensely curious, I pestered her to take me with her. She refused every single time.

Only after I threatened to cut ties with her did she reluctantly agree.

At the front desk, Chloe slid a strange pink VIP card across the counter.

"Is my private suite ready? Bring me the same one as last time."

The stunning manager swiped the card and smirked.

"Visiting so often, babe? How was it? Felt good, didn't it?"

Chloe blushed, fidgeting like an embarrassed schoolgirl.

"It was... wild. Felt incredible, and my skin has never looked better."

The manager glanced at Chloe’s plunging neckline and advised:

"You definitely look different. But don't overdo it. Your body needs rest, and you can't wear him out either."

Chloe nodded, taking her card to lead me inside.

Right then, the manager rushed over and blocked our path.

"Wait, both of you together? No way. That’s an extra five thousand dollars."

My jaw dropped in disbelief.

"Five grand just to pet a dog? What kind of dog costs five thousand a session? Even a male escort wouldn't charge that much!"

The manager raised an eyebrow, sizing me up from head to toe.

"First-timer? Can your body handle it?"

Chloe turned around, her eyes sweeping over me before lingering on my curves with an odd look.

"She should be fine. She might look petite, but she knows her way around the bedroom."

A wicked grin spread across the manager's face as her eyes boldly wandered over my chest.

I frowned, deeply uncomfortable. Their conversation was dripping with heavy sexual innuendos. Part of me understood, but part of me refused to believe it.

What the hell was inside that VIP room?

Before I could ask, a deep, guttural bark echoed down the hallway. It sounded massive.

I’d been terrified of large dogs since childhood, and my feet immediately froze.

Paying thousands of dollars just to be terrified by a giant beast? No way in hell.

After a quick hesitation, I refused to pay the extra fee and chose to wait in the lounge.

Still, curiosity clawed at my chest. Once Chloe slipped inside, I sneaked down the corridor to eavesdrop at her door.

Moments later, Chloe’s voice drifted through the crack—sweet, breathy, dripping with seduction:

"Don't be in such a rush to lick... At least let me take my clothes off first..."

In response, there was only heavy, ragged canine panting.