Dragon Raja 3; Chapter 222: Men’s Flower Arrangement (5)

Dragon Raja 3

“Ukyo, stay! We love you!” one woman jumped up and shouted.

The drums paused, and the nightclub fell silent, as if it were the beginning of the world. The waiters attached the golden box to a steel wire, raising it into the air. Another steel wire lowered a string of cherry-red firecrackers in front of the manager. The manager pulled out a pair of silver scissors from his suit pocket and showed them to everyone.

“Before tonight, Ukyo had received 320 flower tickets. So how many people have fallen for him tonight?” The manager pulled out handfuls of envelopes from the golden box and scattered them over Chu Zihang’s head. “Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty…”

As he counted, the waiters used a golden marker to tally on the cherry-red paper. By the time the box was almost empty, there were about a hundred marks, meaning that Chu Zihang had received nearly 500 flower tickets tonight. At 1,000 yen per ticket, the guests had spent nearly 500,000 yen on Chu Zihang. This money couldn’t buy a single piece of tuna belly, nor even a bottle of champagne. Its only purpose was to express their admiration for a host. Everyone was anxiously waiting for the manager to announce the final number, which might break the club’s record.

“580 flower tickets! Our Ukyo has received a total of 900 tickets in just three days, making him the second most popular man in Takamagahara’s history, just behind Basara King, who got 925 tickets yesterday,” the manager shouted, raising his fist in the air. “Love him! Keep him here! Love him, and soar together with him! Thank these angels who love you! They protect you with their wings and accompany you to the paradise of love and happiness!”

He cut the string of cherry-red firecrackers. “900 explosions of love for our Ukyo!”

The wire lowered the firecrackers in front of Chu Zihang, and a waiter, holding a golden lighter, ascended the stage. Chu Zihang lit the fuse, and as the deafening explosions rang out, cherry blossom confetti filled the air. It turned out that the special firecrackers were filled with cherry blossom petals, and even the gunpowder was different, leaving behind a floral fragrance instead of the usual acrid smell of fireworks.

“The King of Champagne will be served to every table tonight!” The manager hooked the wire to his back, revealing a pair of wings made from black feathers, and flew across the dance floor. “Party, ladies! No one leaves sober tonight!”

“This guy is the ultimate idiot!” Lu Mingfei exclaimed in admiration.

Crates of Champagne King were brought up, and the sound of bottles popping was like a series of cannon shots. Corks flew everywhere, and the party reached its climax as hundreds of glasses were raised, the golden liquid glowing enchantingly under the lights.

The music resumed, and the DJ appeared on the platform, sensually shaking his hips as the hosts and guests jumped into the dance floor together.

“Ukyo! Ukyo! Ukyo!” The name echoed from all directions.

“Basara King! Basara King! Basara King!” Caesar, who had been hiding in the shadows, was finally spotted. Women raised their glasses to him, and some approached with drinks in hand.

Caesar stepped in front of Lu Mingfei, flashing a brilliant smile to those adoring gazes and accepting a glass of champagne from one of the women. Some of them seemed already familiar with him, warmly embracing him, while the more enthusiastic young girls lifted their skirts to reveal dazzling white thighs. A waiter handed him a silver fluorescent pen, and Caesar signed each thigh in turn. With his rich experience signing bills, signing thighs was a piece of cake for him. His pen danced like a dragon, and in no time, the name “Basara King” was shining on each leg. The girls squealed in excitement, surrounding Caesar to kiss his cheeks. He responded with a confident smile, putting his arms around their shoulders for photos. It seemed that Caesar was even more popular in this nightclub than Chu Zihang.

Standing next to Caesar, Lu Mingfei was also surrounded by girls, their bodies—both voluptuous and slender—pressing against him from all sides. His gaze turned hollow, and his mind went blank.

It’s over… It’s really over… Cameras and phones flashed continuously in front of him, leaving evidence that could never be erased. From now on, his reputation, morals, and innocence would wave goodbye, along with his grand dreams of being a hero. After all, there had never been a story in literary history where a host saved the world… although, who knows, maybe there’s a bizarre “Hostman” in some Japanese tokusatsu series.

Anyway, today was a turning point in his life. As a naive rookie, he had flapped his wings and soared across the moral chasm, advancing to become a new host.

“We’re no longer pure… Damn… We’re no longer pure!” Lu Mingfei splashed the water, sighing deeply. “Our chastity… our bottom line!”

“This has nothing to do with chastity, it’s just breaking the bottom line. But isn’t the purpose of a bottom line to be broken?” Caesar tossed a new log under each of the three barrels, then jumped into his own barrel, smoking a cigar with a content expression.

After work came relaxation in the form of a Japanese bath. Three barrels were lined up, and in the steamy mist, three naked men sat. Caesar smoked a cigar, Chu Zihang read a newspaper, and Lu Mingfei lamented his lost innocence.

“Senior Brother, you’re really calm! Aren’t you a bit of a neat freak? And now you’ve fallen to the level of being a host? Can’t you at least show some of that ‘I don’t love this debauchery, but my past fate has led me astray’ expression? And you’re still reading a newspaper! We might not even last a few more days here, and then you’ll be a wilted flower! So many girls at our school dream about you every day!” Lu Mingfei grumbled. “And can you even read a Japanese newspaper?”

“I’m reading the kanji, trying to see what’s been happening outside lately. The paper says there have been several violent incidents among the yakuza recently, apparently a large-scale clash between two gangs. This must be related to Yamata no Orochi,” Chu Zihang replied calmly. “Also, we’re not full-fledged hosts yet. We’re just trainees. If we don’t perform well, we could be kicked out, and then we wouldn’t even have this place to hide. And we don’t have any money.”

“You even need an internship to be a host? Isn’t it just about courage and selling yourself?” The thought of going back to living like a rat outside made Lu Mingfei anxious.

“Takamagahara is the top host club in Shinjuku and even Tokyo. You can’t get by here just with a good face. The clients who come here don’t care about money; they just want to have fun…”

“I get it, so it’s a bunch of super rich, bored women,” Lu Mingfei said.

“And their mothers and grandmothers,” Caesar added with a shrug. “They can spend hundreds of thousands of yen in one night or buy all the roses from every flower shop on the street just to support a host. But their demands are also strict.”

“Strict? Even that two-hundred-pound fatty can survive here.”

“That guy’s name is Fujiwara Kansuke. Before becoming a host, he was an ozeki-level sumo star, just one step away from becoming a yokozuna. His previous girlfriends were all TV drama stars, and he was considered a heartthrob in Japan. But when a female fan heard about his engagement and committed suicide in despair, he felt devastated. He thought he should give up on his personal love and instead share his love with the women who adored him. So, he abandoned his future as a sumo wrestler and became a host,” Chu Zihang explained.

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