Chapter 27

John put on a tight-fitting shirt with blue stripes and shorts featuring a silver-gray snake pattern. He gazed at his powerful and attractive figure in the mirror. John tried various poses while adjusting his facial expressions to find the perfect, natural smile.

"This grin looks too artificial and rigid. It should look awesome, right?" John muttered to himself. "What if there's a pretty girl to talk to, and I don't know what to do? I'm so confused. Okay, let's eat something first and forget about it."

After shaking his head, John left the cloakroom, still feeling a bit undecided. He noticed that the big table in the open dining area adjacent to the living room was already set with several plates of fine food. A chilly breeze swept across the floor as he opened the side wine cabinet. John grabbed a large cylindrical wine glass from the bar, poured himself a glass of wine, and after taking out a bottle of ice wine, he sat down to savor his meal.

Dishes like fried onion and garlic were avoided since he planned to go out for fun in the evening. John particularly enjoyed the pan-fried veal fillet, grilled lamb chops, and kung pao chicken, eating them wholeheartedly. Liu Yan, wearing an apron, approached with a stunning glass sink and grinned.

"This fruit salad is in season. Later, I'll add some mint leaves to remove the grease," she said.

"Haha, thank you Aunt Liu," John replied with a smile. He was now quite pleased with Liu Yan's culinary abilities. Liu Yan had learned to prepare Western cuisine for John's benefit a while back, and these days, his dinner table consisted primarily of a blend of Western and Chinese dishes.

"Whoa! I guess I arrived just in time. Ms. Liu gave me a set of tableware," came a loud shout. John rolled his eyes and turned to face Kurt, who hurried along with difficulty due to his obesity. Kurt was sweating and breathing heavily.

"You're overweight again, Kurt. You should lose weight; it's bad for your health," John said gravely.

"Huh~~~ This damn weather is killing me," Kurt complained as he sat down at the dining table, using a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his face. "I want to lose weight, but I can't resist delicious food," he said with a bitter grin, hearing John's concern.

"The most important thing is your health. I don't want to lose a companion at such a young age," John said fiercely.

Kurt couldn't help but feel moved by John's concern. "Don't worry, I have regular health check-ups with my doctor. My only issue is being obese. I'll give it some thought," Kurt replied seriously.

John nodded, took a sip of wine, and couldn't help but laugh as he watched Kurt awkwardly pick up the food with chopsticks. "How did you arrange the party tonight?" he asked.

Kurt's attitude shifted from serious to sly. "I have a surprise for you!" he replied cheekily.

"What surprise? Stop being so crude!" John said with a hint of annoyance.

"Hehe, I invited top executives from several movie studios tonight. They've been negotiating movie rights with our business, so I took advantage of this chance to meet and connect with them. Some celebs might show up unannounced, looking for opportunities," Kurt explained.

"What is surprising about that? Stars abound in Hollywood," John replied angrily. He still lacked the confidence to engage with Hollywood women.

"Of course, the major stars might not show up, but there will be second- and third-tier names. You're quite popular now. Your face, figure, muscles, and physique have been trending all over," Kurt teased, poking at John's muscles with a hint of envy.

With a disgusted expression, John smacked Kurt's hand away and said, "Mind your dirty hands, I'm not gay!"

"Relax, it's just a joke. I told you it was a surprise. Tonight's event is a 'swimsuit party'," Kurt said.

"Swimsuit party?!" John nearly choked on his drink in astonishment.

"Yes, don't worry. Enjoy yourself tonight; I know you've been exhausted lately," Kurt said with a sultry smile.

John gazed at the wine glass in his hand, deep in thought. "When does the party start, Kurt? Will I only be wearing swimming trunks? Will there be many beautiful people?" he asked nervously.

Kurt's fingers shook as he held the chopsticks. "I've never been to a party like this. I've seen such gatherings in American dramas. Thinking about the bikinis, sexy bodies, and wild scenes makes me shudder. What if I get... 'hard'? That would be so embarrassing in those tight swimming trunks," John said, feeling immobilized.

"Relax, John. You weren't like this before," Kurt said, shoving veal fillet into his mouth.

John set down his drink, gazed at the ceiling, and shared his worries with Kurt, asking for advice.

Kurt halted mid-bite, staring at John. "How hungry are you, John? It'll happen when you see those stunning women in bikinis," he said.

John, feeling a mix of frustration and helplessness, nodded. "I haven't had sex in months. My energy needs to be released," he added angrily.

Kurt laughed uncontrollably. "You're done, John. Those little bitches will taunt you relentlessly," he teased.

John flushed with anger. "Stop laughing, tell me what to do!"

"Alright, alright. Calm down," Kurt said, trying to contain his laughter. "Listen..."

John leaned in to hear Kurt's advice, a mix of anger and nervousness evident on his face.

"Masturbate and turn down the heat before attending the party. You won't seem foolish throughout the first portion of the celebration, I suppose. Who among the bad boys and females will give a damn about this when everyone has finished drinking? Find a room and have a great time; you ought to have hooked up by then.

Having said that, Kurt winked at John, who was looking stern, as though he was pleased by his awesomeness.

"Well? "Ahem." John's cheeks flushed again, he muttered an uncertain voice, and he touched his nose in discomfort.

"Hey, what about it is so embarrassing? Is making a fool of yourself later or masturbating more serious? "My God, I want to die on those gorgeous women with their gorgeous white waves, bikinis, and various deep grooves that are squeezed."

John wanted to choke Kurt because of his obscene smirk.

"Ahem... tell Joseph the time and place of the party, and get out after you finish eating." John looked at Kurt in contempt as he drank the frozen wine from the wine glass he had taken up with shaky fingers.

"Remember to find plant essential oils or something, that will make you more comfortable!" Kurt whispered in a low voice as he smirked at John, who was fleeing. He also coughed a little.

John heard this, turned abruptly back, and gave a savage glare. He sped up and went upstairs when he saw the obese man smirk.

"I feel so ashamed, Made. Why couldn't I recall it? Under the supervision of Johnny Sin, I was also masturbating to ashes in my former existence. It was a mistake—a mistake, indeed. Was the time travel painful for my brain? Oh, the emotional intelligence of the otaku is sorely missing.

John, filled with sorrow and rage, sat on the boss's chair in the study and covered his face with his hands.

I looked at the paper towels and plant essential oils on the table in the study area, as well as the audio and video files I had just downloaded.

"Hey... You will undoubtedly end up masturbating even if you wear it.

"For the sake of my eternal life, I will masturbate for the last time!" John sighed as he put on his headphones, clicked on the file, and listened to the recognizable opening music and the endearing visage. I shall bid the farewell to porn after tonight. Never again. Get to know me!