"You must be aware of quite a bit regarding your master's visits to prostitutes."

Winslet suddenly stated.

Luis hastily shook his head and said, "I know nothing of that. I was very young then. I had not even fully developed; how would I understand such things?"

Men were all like that, especially Fatty and his circle. Lacking education and social graces, having dropped out of school early, of course they favored eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling.

Fatty was somewhat better. Whoring was only occasional; his main pastimes were cards and drinking. Compared to the others, he was practically a saint.

"Hmph, you men always cover for each other. I knew you would deny it."

Winslet took a sip of her wine, shot him a look, and said, "Actually, visiting prostitutes might be preferable. Better than getting involved in those shady, improper relationships. At least it would not destabilize the family."

Luis felt she was indirectly criticizing him. He smiled awkwardly and did not dare respond.

Winslet, her inhibitions lowered by the alcohol, clinked glasses with Luis and sighed with emotion, "As long as he does not contract any filthy diseases, I cannot be bothered with him."

"But that wretched husband of mine, when he goes whoring, he is too stingy to spend money on decent clubs. He goes to those small hair salons and got arrested twice. Both times, I was the one who had to bail him out."

Luis listened, dumbfounded: "There was such a thing??"

Winslet chuckled and said, "Not only that. There were also two times he got caught gambling at those rural gambling dens. Again, I was the one who went to retrieve him."

Luis could not help but sigh, "My master truly has a thick skin. Master's wife, please do not be angry. It is just his character…"

"I am not angry. What his character is like, I am not unaware. I simply cannot be bothered to pay him any mind. I am only concerned he does not ruin his reputation."

Winslet said with a light laugh, "The first time, I was so furious I wanted a divorce. My parents persuaded me to endure it for the child's sake. The second time, I was already numb."

"Master's wife, please calm your anger."

Luis did not know how to console her anymore.

From a standpoint of sympathy, was he destined today to be the sacrificial lamb and endure a scolding?

Now Luis understood why she wanted to drink. Without the alcohol, some words would be difficult to utter, especially given her position as a senior.

Such a disgraceful affair was, of course, a family scandal not to be aired in public. She also had no suitable person to confide in. It seemed he truly had to be the listener today.

"I am no longer angry now. We separated long ago and live our own lives."

Winslet took a bite of meat and said with a smile, "I told him back then that everyone could do as they pleased. Whatever messing around he wanted to do, I would not interfere."

Luis thought that Fatty was actually quite fortunate. That was probably the reason he could let himself go so freely. In truth, having things out in the open like this was not a bad arrangement.

However, what Winslet said next nearly caused Luis to spray out the mouthful of wine he had just taken, sending him into a fit of choking coughs.

"But if he has his needs, I have mine as well. That green hat is definitely going on his head. Since we are each doing our own thing, neither is allowed to find fault with the other."

After coughing for a good while, Winslet passed him a tissue while remarking disdainfully, "Do not be so shocked. You would have to work at a police station or see enough of these lawsuits to understand what truly counts as outrageous."

"No… my master agreed to this?"

Luis was astonished that his always refined and dignified teacher's wife could utter such words.

Winslet stated matter-of-factly, "Nonsense. With his own trousers full of shit, how could he dare not agree?"

Luis smiled awkwardly, "Well, having it all laid out like this is also quite good, I suppose."

Winslet stretched languidly. The enticing curves of her chest immediately captured his gaze. Coupled with her charming face, slightly flushed with wine and looking somewhat dazed, for a moment, Luis found himself utterly captivated.

She did not seem to care. She snorted, placed a piece of crab in Luis's bowl, and continued to complain:

"I think it's unfair. Men can find whores anywhere they look, but we women can hardly find a single decent place to hire a real man."

"That's easy to say, but I'm so busy I don't even have time to cheat on him. The more I think about it, the more it pisses me off."

"Last time, I even thought about finding a massage parlor, maybe play around with a male escort. But it turns out the only place my classmate knew about had already gone out of business…"

Winslet was a bit drunk by now, and her words grew more and more outrageous. She stroked her chin and asked, "Luis, dear, do you think there are any male models at the Ocean Hotel's club that we could have some fun with?"

Luis nearly spat out his drink. With a pained smile, he replied, "Master's wife, I don't think that kind of place exists around here."

"It really isn't fair. But I guess the reason it hasn't caught on is that the value just isn't there…"

"Besides, those so-called male models aren't necessarily skilled. A pretty face and a good body are two different things."

Luis was also slightly tipsy. He analyzed thoughtfully, "Haven't you seen those complaints online from women? One said she found this super muscular gym guy with an eight-pack, but when he dropped his pants, he had this tiny little thing that absolutely shocked her."

"A silkworm pupa, haha…"

"Exactly! They say when it's hard, it's about the size of a silkworm pupa."

"Just imagining that scene is honestly kind of breathtaking."

"No kidding. Later, that woman even posted an AI-generated picture of it online. I mean, wow…"

Even though they had only shared a simple gift bottle of VXOP—just half a pound in total—by the time they finished it, both were feeling pleasantly buzzed. In the past, they would never have dared to discuss such explicit topics so openly.

"True, I read something similar recently too."

"This guy had all these muscles, his upper body rocking like crazy, like he was hula-hooping or something. He looked fierce and wild."

"Then this woman actually went and hooked up with him. She complained afterward that it was over in a flash—like one, two, three, done…"

Winslet covered her mouth, giggling uncontrollably. It was clear that after all this wild chatter, her mood had lifted considerably.

"It's been so long since I've talked about such messy, ridiculous things. This feels great!"

The wine was gone, and the dishes on the table were nearly finished. Truth be told, the food here was exquisitely presented but served in terribly small portions. Prepared in that French fine-dining style, the servings were barely enough to feed a chicken.

"Master's wife, would you like to order anything else?"

"No, I'm done. I still don't really like this kind of atmosphere. It's all too formal and stiff."

Winslet dabbed her lips with a napkin, then grinned playfully. "Besides, they don't allow smoking here. You must feel restless too, right? Let's head downstairs and find somewhere else."

"Alright!"

After Luis paid the bill, they made their way downstairs together. Having drunk, Winslet was in no state to drive. Laughing and chatting, she led Luis to the small alley behind the Ocean Hotel.

She navigated the streets with familiar ease, stopping at a barbecue joint. With a sweet, girlish laugh, she said, "That tiny meal didn't fill me up at all. And honestly, I don't really appreciate fancy foreign liquor. Let's have some beer instead."

"Master's wife, are you sure you can handle mixing drinks?"

Luis looked at her with a mixture of concern and doubt.

Winslet, had almost never touched alcohol before. Rumors said her tolerance was quite low. By all logic, she should have had enough already—her words were starting to slur slightly.

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