Chapter 3

Desperate to be beautiful again, I begged Chloe to take me back.

Remembering the heavy panting behind that door made my heart flutter and my skin crawl with dark curiosity.

"What is actually in there? Are you petting a dog, or... something else?"

I trailed off, my cheeks burning.

Chloe sighed, leaning close to whisper in my ear.

Suddenly, the front door swung open. A glamorous woman strode inside.

"Same as last time. Bring me two of your strongest."

The manager beamed, stepping forward.

"Well, looks like your stamina is improving! And you look stunning!"

The woman giggled behind her hand, blushing deeply.

"Honestly, your place feels better than any man. Give me the biggest size you have—the strongest ones!"

She trembled with giddy excitement, lust practically dripping from her eyes.

"Got it, got it. You won't be disappointed."

An hour later, the woman walked out looking like an entirely different person. Her skin was so radiant it looked wet, dripping with youth.

The manager gasped in awe.

"Damn, how many rounds did you go? Did you drain them completely dry?"

The client smirked, sliding an American Express Black Card across the counter.

"Swipe whatever you want. Buy them some prime supplements. Set up the exact same configuration next time. I loved it."

The manager couldn't stop grinning, rapidly typing a massive sum into the card reader.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the lobby mirror—sallow skin, puffy eyes, dark circles.

Compared to that glowing woman and Chloe, I looked repulsive. No wonder Marcus cheated on me.

Envy and desperation flared inside me. I yanked out my debit card.

No matter how much it cost, I had to experience this miraculous anti-aging secret myself.

I shoved my card across the desk, demanding a VIP suite.

The manager smiled knowingly.

"What size are you looking for?"

I glanced at Chloe’s hourglass figure and tiny waist. Obviously, the bigger the size, the better the results.

I pointed at Chloe. "Give me whatever she gets."

The manager chuckled cryptically.

"Her tastes are way too rough for a beginner. Since it's your first time, let me pick a gentler one. If something happens to you, it's a headache for me."

"You have to understand... its anatomy is very unique... there's..."

She leaned close to whisper the last part into my ear.

Hearing it, my whole body felt like it caught fire.

I had suspected something dark, but I thought she was just being provocative.

They were actually doing this for real...

Seeing my stunned expression, Chloe acted like it was no big deal. She rubbed my arm gently.

"Don't be scared. I was just as terrified on my first visit. But once you taste it, you'll be hopelessly addicted. No human man can ever compare to that feeling."

I inhaled sharply, torn by internal conflict. This crossed every moral line I had ever held.

Seeing my hesitation, the manager offered:

"How about this? Pay first, and I'll give you a quick tour. A few clients are in session right now."

"That way, you can pick the exact size you want."

I swallowed hard, morbid curiosity overtaking my dread. I agreed.

Standing outside the first VIP door, piercing cries of female pleasure mixed with agony leaked through the cracks.

Anyone who had ever had sex knew exactly what was going on in there.

Beneath the moans, however, were guttural, rhythmic dog growls.

The manager slid open a tiny observation window on the door. Even though I thought I was mentally prepared, what I saw made my jaw drop.