Could You Not Tease Me?

You know, he is an old fritter who has more experience in life than Winston. If he is treated harshly, he will be frightened, and his self-esteem can't stand it.

"Hunter is not yet 20 years old, just a kid! Why do you stop him from exploring this colorful world? Are you fair to him?"

Little Hunter, this is all for you!

You must repay me in the future!

"I want him."

Winston's voice was not loud, but it oppressed Donald's nerves, and his brain ached.

"But I don't like being threatened. What Hunter likes to do, I have no reason to stop him."

"Then give it a try." Winston loosened Donald's collar, "Next week at the Red Bull Circuit, I will send your Sauber drivers off the track one by one."

Donald's teammates shook their shoulders and looked at Donald for help.

It wasn't that the two of them were incompetent, but that with Winston's ability, it was really possible to push the two of them out of the track without being able to call him a foul.

"You're fucking despicable..." Donald put his hands on his head, struggling with reason and morality.

"I've never been a gentleman," replied Winston.

"Does Hunter know you're an asshole?"

"He'll find out later."

Looking at Winston's expressionless face, Donald greeted God in his heart. He finally knew what the highest state of shamelessness was.

"Then how can I be friends with him in the future?"

"Take him to something healthier."

"Like what?" Donald was about to collapse.

What activities are considered healthy for Winston?

"Tennis, horseback riding, barbecue, skiing are all available."

"...I see, you fucking don't let him pick up girls, right!"

Donald looked at Winston with the look of a madman.

He originally thought that Winston was just aloof and difficult to get along with, but now he felt that he was a paranoid and possessive psychopath.

"You can't date a man either."

Donald felt his principles had been destroyed.

Although he has been unrestrained all his life, he has never done anything bad.

But now he felt as if he had pushed a brat who hadn't even held a woman's hand into a fire pit.

But this lunatic Winston... If he can say it, he can do it.He suddenly remembered that in his last race, Winston made way for a lapped car, but the car turned sideways and almost hit himself who was chasing up from behind.Because of this, he fell out of the top three.

At that time, he only felt that he was too unlucky.

"Last time, did you do it on purpose!" Donald suddenly realized that he wanted to grab Winston's collar, but the other side avoided it.

"That's a warning for you. But in Austria, I won't show mercy."

"Fuck you..."

Donald wanted to punch him, but he couldn't even shake his fist.

Winston looked sideways at Donald's mobile phone, which was still by the bed.

"You can call him now, or make me your enemy."

"Ha..." Donald laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Let's fight...it's just a party..." teammate Qi Qiran persuaded.

Donald gritted his teeth and called Hunter.

Listening to the brat's fart on the phone, Donald felt more and more guilty.

Every time he said a word, he had to bear the pressure from Winston. It wasn't until Hunter, the kid, hung up the phone regretfully, that Donald exhaled.

"Red Bull Circuit, I will block Enzo of Lotus for you in the first five laps. As for whether you will be overtaken by him after that, it is up to you."

After speaking, Winston closed the door and left.

The teammates opened their eyes wide and looked at Donald: "My mother! Did you hear what Winston said? He said he would block Enzo in the first five laps! Your old rival Enzo!"

Donald touched his chin thoughtfully: "It seems that this deal is quite a bargain?"

"Then... what about Hunter?"

"In this world... there are always some heroes who sacrifice themselves to save the common people. We can't stop Hunter's heroic dream." Donald nodded with self-confidence.

"Hey... you're calling Van Winston mean, and I don't think you're any better."

"Hey... we can't talk about what happened just now. It's not good for us, and it's not good for Hunter."

"Nonsense! Am I a match for Van Winston?"

That's right... With Fan Winston's vengeful attitude, even if they say a word, life will not be easy.

"So we're really canceling the party altogether?"

"Nonsense, of course not! Call the cute little bunnies! We need to change hotels to continue the party!"

"Good idea!"

After rolling the quilt into a mess, Hunter sent a text message to Winston very dejectedly: the bunny party was cancelled, and the condoms he bought were wasted.

In less than two seconds, the other party replied to the text message: If you want to use it, I can help you.

Hunter's eyes lit up, remembering the very special warehouse bar that Winston took him to before. This guy is definitely not as ascetic as outsiders, but he enjoys it in a higher style.

Hunter replied immediately: Do you want to throw me a party?

Winston: I love bondage parties.

Hunter's face was full of black lines, with such a strong taste, it seemed that this guy was laughing at himself again.

He originally wanted to reply "you can open one if you have the ability", but remembering the other party's one-sidedness, he might really organize a bondage party.

Hunter touched the tip of his nose and replied: forget about the party.I'm going to find you, it's so boring to be alone.

Winston replied: Come on then.

Hunter thought for a while, and took a screenshot of his chat with Winston just now.

This is evidence that this guy is not serious!

Hunter came to Winston's door, and just rang the other's doorbell, and the door opened.

The other party was wearing a simple sportswear, lowered his head slightly, and was talking to the team manager.

He glanced at Hunter and motioned for him to come in.

"Wow... so clean..."

Compared with this room, my own is like a doghouse.

But when he saw something flat, he wanted to destroy it.

Hunter jumped onto Winston's bed, stretched himself on the pillow, and made a big character.

The hotel probably hasn't changed the sheets and quilts yet, and Hunter can smell the faint smell of the other party's shampoo and aftershave.

"It's so boring...so boring..."

Hunter's head rubbed against the pillow.

Winston finished talking on the phone, sat down by the bed, and patted Hunter on the back lightly: "Sleep if you're bored."

"No. My party is gone, I'm sorry."

"Then get up, and I'll go for a walk with you." Winston raised his hand and looked at his watch.

"Will it delay your flight tomorrow morning?"

"So you have to be back before twelve o'clock."

Hunter immediately jumped up: "Let's go! Twelve o'clock will be here soon!"

As usual, Winston drove Hunter through the night in London to a castle.

It looked in disrepair and crumbling.

"Hey... the castle won't collapse, will it?" Hunter said worriedly.

"It will collapse, will you still come in?"

Winston opened the car door and motioned for Hunter to follow him with his pockets in his pocket.

Without lights, this castle seems to be far away from the realm of the gods, and there seems to be a monster brewing in the darkness that swallows everything.

When I got closer, I found that there were several high-end sports cars parked in the open space in front of the castle, such as Maserati and Bugatti.And Winston's Ferrari is really pretty low-key.

Winston came to the door, took out a card, and swiped it lightly. After hearing a slight sound, the carved iron door opened a crack, revealing light.

When Hunter followed Winston in, his eyes widened.

The inside of the castle is completely dark, but it doesn't feel scary.Amid the low-pitched music, waitresses in tight black leather jackets could be seen dancing around several guests, and a faint and enchanting figure was reflected on the wall.

"What's today's topic?" Winston asked the tall man in a black suit who looked like a security guard.

"It's Lilith's temptation, sir." The security guard's attitude was very humble, completely different from what Hunter saw at the entrance of some bars.

"So is there any special service?"

"You can be Lilith's Adam."

"I can't drink alcohol today, just take care of my friends and it will be fine."

At this moment, Hunter could no longer hear what Winston said. He could only see an undulating figure sitting on the body of a distinguished guest in the tulle hanging in front of him, and his heart was also beating wildly. stand up.

Winston turned his face and glanced at Hunter: "Go and play."

"Can I go to play? Then you want to go?"

Winston shook his head slightly: "You go. Don't drink too much wine here, or you will have a headache tomorrow."

"You...you will look at me?"

"Yes. At twelve o'clock, you must go back with me." Winston reminded again.

"I know!"

Even after the race, the team will turn a blind eye to let the driver go crazy and relieve the pressure, but it does not mean that he can mess around all night.

If Marcus knew that he was not coming home at night, he would definitely explode with anger.

At this time, two or three beautiful women came to Winston's side.

Winston turned his face sideways and said a few words to one of the women, who frowned and then nodded.

"Dear Adam, we are your Lilith."

Their voices made Hunter dizzy.

One of them put a black tie-like thing around Hunter's neck and dragged him away.

They took him to a leather chair and secured his hands to the back of the chair and his feet to the sides of the chair.

"Hey... what do you want to do?"

Hunter suddenly became nervous, and suddenly remembered the "bond party" mentioned in Winston's text message... It seems that this guy is not joking!But true!

"We're all Lilith—do you know what Lilith is?"

One of them leaned against the armrest, propped his chin and looked at Hunter.

"The witch of the night... Adam's ex-wife..."

"Only we tempt Adam and never allow Adam to resist."

Then, Hunter experienced the most difficult time for him.

He couldn't move, he could only watch those women tormenting him in a posture that would make his blood vessels burst.

He had expected that one of them would sit on him, but they were always not far or near.

The closest moment was just that they took turns holding wine glasses to feed him.

The first sip of wine poured into his throat, and Hunter choked until tears flowed out, and everything he passed seemed to be on fire.

Wasn't Winston's warning too tactful?

This is more than the rhythm of getting up tomorrow morning with a headache!

He felt that it was impossible for him to get out of here!

The second glass was delivered to his mouth again. Hunter didn't like the feeling of being drunk, even though he didn't hate alcohol as much as before, but he didn't want to get drunk himself.

Once drunk, it reminds him of his drunken father.

"Do you hate us? My dear, all guests who come here must drink at least three glasses of wine. Otherwise we will send him back from hell..."

If everyone had to drink three glasses... Hunter swallowed the second cup reluctantly.

The sky and the earth rotated accordingly, and he felt that his body became very light.

"There's one more cup..."

Lilith whispered in his ear, he wanted to think, but his brain couldn't turn.

It's like losing control on the track, spinning, and about to crash into the buffer zone at any moment.

The last glass of wine was delivered to his lips.

Different from the spicy one before, this cup has a refreshing taste. When he swallowed it, every cell in his body seemed to be permeated by that force, and he felt like a feather, floating up.

A woman was holding something in her hand and approached him, covering his eyes.

"Time to have fun...Hunter, never forget the night we gave you..."

Following the voice of the other party, his soul floating in the air was dragged down in an instant, no matter how he struggled, everything was falling.

In a daze, someone sat on top of him.

The other party's fingers gently shuttled between his hair strands, lifted them up and let them slip through the fingers.

Those hands stroked his cheeks vigorously, as if they wanted to hold him tightly in their palms, crush him, and destroy him.

For some reason, Hunter suddenly became frightened.

"I... want to go back... I want to go back..."

"Don't you want us? The game is not over yet..." Lilith's slightly teasing voice rang in his ears.

"I'm going back..." Hunter's tongue began to tie up.

His consciousness is getting more and more blurred.

No matter how attractive these Liliths were, he hated how he couldn't control his feelings.

If this continued...he knew he would soon lose consciousness.

Someone was gently kissing his eyes through the cloth towel, and the tip of the other party's tongue touched the tip of his nose. With a lick like a dragonfly, a string in the depths of his thinking was stirred up. Hunter felt a ringing in his ears and was on the verge of collapse.

Then his cheeks and his ears were filled with broken kisses from the other party, as if something was suppressed and could not be released.

In the confusion, Hunter knew that the other party controlled him in a seemingly gentle way.

If alcohol controlled his father, was it alcohol or Lilith who controlled him at this moment?

His earlobe was lightly bitten by the other party, and the slight pain reminded him that the person who kissed him was real.

His chin was lifted, exposing his neck.

Hunter became more and more afraid. He always felt that the other party would bite off his neck like a beast, but he was just a fragile fawn.

"Winston...Where are you, Winston...Let's go back!"

Hunter yelled.

He remembered that Winston said that he would watch him here!

The person who was kissing him stopped.

At this moment, his head was getting heavier and heavier, and he could only call that person's name with the last bit of sobriety.

"Van Winston... get over here... where have you been... where have you been... Winston..."

Suddenly, a force suddenly pressed down, as if being pushed suddenly, it crushed strongly into his lips, and kissed frantically.

He wanted to call for help, but it was tantamount to opening everything about himself to the other party. He wanted to push the other party out, but what he got in return was an even more unstoppable invasion.

Like a flame breaking through the shackles of God from the depths of hell, it is arrogant and domineering to ignite the world.

Hunter's tears fell, and he sank deeper and deeper...

The phone rang crazily, and there was a knock on the door outside the room.

Hunter fumbled for a long time before pressing down his phone.

His head was exploding in pain.

"Hunter! Ivan Hunter! Are you dead?" The voice of a team assistant sounded from outside the door.

"I'm still alive..." As soon as he spoke, Hunter realized that his voice was a little hoarse.

"Scared me to death! You don't eat breakfast! You don't eat lunch! It's dinner time now! If you don't eat, Mr. Marcus asked if he would feed you himself!"

"No...no need..." Hunter thumped his head, then looked around.

This room is neat and tidy, where is it?

Looking at the suitcase again, it seems to be his own?

So... this is his room?

What happened last night?

In Hunter's mind, Winston drove himself to an old castle and attended a special party... Lilith's night.

Then I was trapped in a chair and drank three glasses of very powerful wine...

"Hey! Hunter! Come down for dinner!"

"I see... right now!"

I didn't expect that I slept until after six o'clock the next day!

The moment he came to the sink, turned on the tap, squeezed toothpaste, and raised his eyes to look at himself in the mirror, he was completely dumbfounded.

"These... what are these!"

Hunter raised his chin, his neck was covered with red marks.

"My mother..." He lifted up his T-shirt, and found that his chest, lower abdomen, and waist were simply horrible.

That crazy kiss that was completely irrational flooded into his mind.

"Oh my god...these women...are amazing..."

Hunter couldn't remember the details, but he vaguely remembered that he was like falling into a deep pool and couldn't get out of it, and all his senses were out of control.

And he seemed to be "cared for" by those women and released... many times?

He lifted up his pants, and after just one glance, he was terrified!

There are deep marks on his thighs, which is shocking.

"Are these women...are they going to eat me?"

Hunter suddenly felt very grateful that he was able to come back alive.

Then he felt that his knowledge of Winston had risen to a new level.

Donald can only throw a cheesy bunny party, and the "Lilith Night" that Winston takes him to see is simply killing him.

Completely gutted him!

Hunter now felt his legs go weak.

It's really hard to imagine, where will Winston take him next time?

After he finished washing, he walked back to the room, only to find a note on the bedside table.

It was an elegant and neat font, even if you just looked at him with your eyes, you could feel the strength of the other party's writing: You are drunk, I brought you back.See you in Austria.

Hunter touched the tip of his nose a little embarrassedly.How on earth Winston had brought him back, he could not remember either.

Alcohol is really scary.

But after being drunk, he can still remember the crazy attraction even if everything in the coma is intermittent.

Blurred the distance between fantasy and reality.

Is this why the father is addicted to alcohol?

"And there's Winston..." Otherwise, he didn't know where he was drunk.

As for the clothes he piled all over the world, they were all neatly put into the suitcase.

Thinking with his toes, he also knew that Winston had cleaned it up for him.

This guy is on an early morning flight, so he must know that he will sleep late, so he will help him pack all the suitcases.

In that case, Winston shouldn't have slept all night, right?

Hunter felt warm in his heart.

There was a T-shirt beside the bed, but Winston deliberately didn't put it away, just to change it for him.

The moment Hunter dragged the coat off his body and bent down, he inadvertently glanced at his back in the full-length mirror...

"I'll wipe it! Why do I have it on my back!"

Obviously he was trapped on the chair, with his back leaning against the chair, how did these women get on it?

And it goes all the way down, even near the tailbone!

Hunter felt he...had a new appreciation for women's initiative.

So, when Hunter came to the restaurant to eat, everyone looked at him curiously.

"Hunter...why are you hanging the towel around your neck?"

Because he was wearing a shirt, it wouldn't look weird if it was a T-shirt.

Hunter seemed to take the plate calmly and said, "Oh, my neck seems to be a little allergic."

"Allergy? You need to apply medicine! I'll call the team doctor for you!"

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Shit!I was kissed all over my body!

Winston: So what?

Hunter: I want revenge on the world!I need to find that person!

Winston: And then?

Hunter: I... I...

Winston: You can kiss him all over, too.

Hunter: ...is that considered revenge?