gentleman's manor

"Want to see my collection of pictures? Some good works, specially brought from home." He moved out a picture book and put it on the bed.

I looked at the album, then at the bookcase in the room full of books, and said with a happy smile, "Of course, I'm very honored."

"If you feel tired, just lean on the pillow and watch, and I'll bring you a cup of tea." He jumped out of bed and left the room.

I looked at the picture book for a while, and then went to the bookshelf.

Edward seemed to be very interested in books on the natural sciences, there were books of all kinds, and I even saw a book on anatomy.Each book is wrapped in a leather cover, which looks very beautiful. On the top shelf of the bookshelf is a "Voyage Journal". I thought it was a book about adventure, so I tiptoed to get it.

Who knew that the bookshelf was too high, not only did I not reach the "Voyage Diary", but I dropped several books on the ground.The top book was open, and a sketch fell out of it.I picked up the book and was surprised to find that it was filled with pages of lead sketches.

In the sketch, there is a young boy with a slender body and a handsome appearance. His soft hair falls on his cheeks. Each painting has a different expression. It can be seen that the author has put a lot of thought into it. At the end of the page, there is a portrait of the boy naked.

"How many candies would you like to put?" Edward walked in with a tea tray, and when he saw what was in my hand, his face instantly became extremely pale.

He walked over a few steps, grabbed the book in my hand, and said loudly to me: "How dare you! How dare you flip through my things casually! How rude! You uneducated guy!"

I suddenly realized that I had seen someone else's privacy, and immediately felt embarrassed, and stammered an apology and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I knocked the book down, so..."

Edward took a deep breath, held the book tightly and said, "Forgive me for not being in the mood to entertain you now, can you leave my room first? I need to tidy up."

"I'm really sorry." I walked out of his bedroom in embarrassment, complaining about my carelessness.

The next day, the weather cleared up, which can be called sunny, but the air seemed to be colder, and long icicles fell on the eaves outside the window.Students returned to school in twos and threes, and the lounge became lively again.

And it wasn't until the afternoon that Edward finally showed up. He looked very anxious, and asked me hesitantly, "Good afternoon Adam, did you sleep well last night?"

I hastily apologized to him repeatedly: "Did you forgive me? It's all because I was too reckless."

Edward's eyes were darkened, he looked at me and said, "It's not your fault, I was too rude to yell at you."

"It's fine if you don't mind." I said.

"What...what do you think of that?" He asked me nervously.

"Did you draw?" I said, "Very good, your paintings are so vivid, no wonder your teacher always praises you."

"I mean the people in the painting, what do you think of the people in the painting?" He asked eagerly and quickly.

"People? Is it someone I know?"

Edward looked into my eyes, shook his head after a while, his voice was a little low: "No, that's a fantasy character I drew, you know..."

"Hey! Brothers, do you want to go out for a walk before school starts?" A student suddenly interrupted Edward's voice with a high profile.

"Come on, it's not fun to be caught by the dormitory master." Someone said.

"What are you afraid of? The school hasn't officially started yet. He has no reason to punish us." The proposed student was named Mike Pence, a 15-year-old strong boy with a handsome and romantic appearance. He said mysteriously: "My family's carriage Haven't gone back yet, how about I take you to Mrs. Field's party?"

Most of the students didn't know what Mrs. Field's party was, only a few understood and showed eagerness to try.

"Take me."

"I'll go as well."

"The carriage can't hold too many people, two more at most," Mike said.

"Where is Mrs. Field's party?" I asked Edward.

Edward didn't show interest at first, but now he stared at me for a long time, until I felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by him, then he looked away and said to Mike: "Add me and Adam."

"Okay, it's full, let's set off quickly, and we will be prevented from leaving the school if we are late." Mike waved his arms, like a general commanding an army, and stepped out of the school building first.

"Uh... shall we go too?" I asked Edward.

"I will take care of you, don't worry." He put on a thick black cloak and said with a deep look at me.

A total of 7 of us squeezed into a four-wheeled carriage and left the school in a mighty way.

A timid student asked, "Is it okay? Go to that place."

"Don't come up if you're a coward. If you come up, why bother." Mike said, "Don't worry, it's not the first time I've been there. As long as they can afford it, they will entertain them."

"How much do I need to pay? It's a high-end brothel. Will we meet someone we know? If my parents find out, it will be miserable."

"It's a bit expensive. The overnight fee is ten pounds, and you can't get in without an introducer. But everyone is here to have fun, and whoever will make trouble with whoever, no one will expose us." Mike said confidently.

"Brothel!" I said word by word, with a surprised tone: "Are you crazy? Aren't you afraid of contracting Gaul disease?"

It is a deadly infectious disease, prevalent in brothels and brothels, the French spread this disease everywhere, they call it 'love disease', and the British call it 'Gaulic disease', satirizing these dirty and unscrupulous French people.People who are infected will be covered with red sores, and then the red sores will fester and gradually fester all over the body. When they die, it is very terrible.When I worked as a recorder in a textile mill, I was terrified by the fact that some of the men in the mill who liked to hang out in the cheap brothels and taverns had this disease and all of them didn't live long.

"Haha." Mike laughed loudly: "Dear Adam, where do you think we are going, this is a high-end club, not a dirty brothel."

"They're all brothels, what's the difference between high class and low class." I retorted.

"There's a big difference. The women we're going to meet now are all high-class courtesans. Although they sell themselves, they can read and write, draw and play the piano. They have to be checked by doctors every week, and all the guests they entertain are all Nobility, can they not pay attention to their health?" Mike said.

"But we're not adults yet," I said.

"Hahahaha." There was a burst of laughter in the carriage, and Mike even teased me: "Adam, Adam, do you have anything for a man? Shall I find you a little girl to play with you in the mud."

Edward, who had been silent during this period, suddenly interjected, "We're just going to have a look, we won't stay overnight, so you don't have to be nervous."

What a group of guys who can make troubles, I silently made a sign of the cross on my chest.

When it was getting dark, the carriage stopped in front of a three-story villa, and through the windows, the inside was brightly lit.

Pushing open the heavy door, a woman in a gorgeous dress received us at the door. The woman is no longer young, she is plump, with heavy makeup. She is Mrs. Field, the hostess of this high-end club.

Seeing our group of young teenagers, the woman didn't show too much surprise, but instead teased Mike with a delicate feather fan: "Isn't this our little sweetheart? You also brought a bunch of little sweethearts."

"Hello, madam." Mike said to the woman with a smile: "These are my friends. They are all virgins, and some of them have never even touched the hands of strange women. You should treat them well."

The woman put the feather fan to her mouth, swept us half-grown teenagers one by one, lingered on our clothes for a long time, and then showed a big smile: "Please come in, it's too cold outside today, I have warmth here." The fire, sweet fruit wine to warm you up."

She led us through the foyer and into the spacious drawing room.

The luxury here is not like a brothel, but like a certain noble gentleman's official residence, the walls are hung with pink silk curtains, and yellow flowers the size of wild chrysanthemums are embroidered with gold thread on it, the colors are very gorgeous.The curtain is made of light blue tulle, with red silk thread embroidering several carnation flowers on it, hanging down to the ground.

All kinds of seats, of different sizes, are scattered throughout the room.The settees, the armchairs, and the upholstered poufs were all covered with rich velvet covers, which were extraordinarily elegant and dignified because they were modeled after the time of Charles II.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the beauties sitting on the chairs. They lean or lean, their postures are leisurely, they don't take the initiative to talk to you, they only seduce you with their eyes and attract you.

Each of them is young and beautiful, and they are beautifully dressed. On such a cold day, some of them are still wearing gauze as thin as onion wings, and you can even describe their plump breasts and buttocks through the gauze.The most direct impact was that several innocent young men who had never seen a woman all stared straight at them, and some even blushed.

Mrs. Field has been watching us quietly from the corner of her eyes, and her red lips opened and closed: "I have beautiful women from all over the world here, Aryans with blonde hair and blue eyes, Jews with delicate skin, Caucasians with prominent facial features, and Jeep with mysterious beauty. Sairen..."

"If you like exotic styles." The woman pulled up a young girl and said, "This is an aborigine who was trafficked from the South American colonies. Look at her skin, it is as beautiful as a freshly peeled wheat grain. And that one is a black mixed race , but also very popular."

"I can also provide virgins, all of whom are in their teens, about the same age as you." The woman said, shaking her fan gently.

In fact, for a few broilers, there was no need for any special choices. They just walked towards the women they liked in a daze, staring at these beautiful women like wooden men who lost their souls and couldn't move their eyes.

Mike is very familiar with the way, greeted us, and left the living room with a plump blonde woman, and other students also left one after another.It was just me and Edward and a group of beautiful women in the living room.

Mrs. Field didn't rush us either, she just waved her fan leisurely and looked Edward up and down all the time. She could probably tell that Edward was born in a wealthy family, because the clothes on his body were expensive at first glance, not something ordinary people could enjoy.

I was always embarrassed and wanted to leave here early. Looking at Edward with a calm expression beside me, I didn't understand why he brought me here.

"I said, let's go..." As soon as I spoke, Edward interrupted me.

"You call two men," he said to Mrs. Field.