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Two days before the World Cup, the company arranged for me to go on a business trip to the branch in the Netherlands. When I heard I was going to the Netherlands, I was filled with anticipation.

It's well-known that besides the windmills, the thing that attracts men most to the Netherlands is its industry, which is no less enticing than Pattaya in Thailand.

As soon as the plane landed in Amsterdam, Li Zhiqiang, the branch office leader, picked me up and took me to a seaside restaurant.

Upon entering the private room, I saw a tall woman.

Her face was marked by distinct features, with large, bright eyes. She wore heavy makeup, which added rather than detracted from her captivating beauty.

She was dressed in a tight-fitting qipao that highlighted her voluptuous figure. Describing her as a stunner wouldn't be an exaggeration.

"Mr. Li, Manager Song." The woman greeted us warmly.

Li Zhiqiang introduced, "Little Song, this is my secretary, Fan Wenyue. She's a mixed-race beauty."

No wonder her features were so distinct; the allure of a mixed heritage combined with an oriental face was indeed captivating, and I couldn't help but steal a few glances.

"Little Song, Little Song."

Li Zhiqiang called my name twice to pull me back to reality.

I realized my awkwardness and smiled sheepishly.

Fan Wenyue didn't seem to mind and gracefully sat beside me.

"Manager Song, you must be tired coming all the way from home. Today, we'll ensure you experience warm hospitality."

Seeing her pretty face, I couldn't refuse, so I drank cup after cup. Fan Wenyue was not only experienced in hospitality but also skilled with drinks.

Li Zhiqiang had to drive later, so only the two of us drank nearly two bottles of white wine. When it was done, Li Zhiqiang arranged for her to head back first, and drove me to a riverside.

"Little Song, this is Amsterdam's most exciting place."

The canals were bathed in the colorful glow of the vibrant neon lights from the small shops on either side, be it bars or massage parlors, always having exotically dressed, enticingly figured women standing at the entrance.

Even more surprising were the long rows of two-story buildings divided into one window after another; some covered with curtains, others not. Those without curtains had blue-eyed blonde women inside.

Some were sitting and gazing out; some were dancing seductively, and there was a pair of twins leaning against the glass, waving at passersby.

I knew this place was a paradise for men. Though I was prepared for it, I didn't expect such openness.

"You must be repressed back at home. Here, as long as you're willing to spend, you can do anything."

My gaze frequently shifted to the twins.

Li Zhiqiang chuckled, "Little Song, these are the most ordinary experiences. You should dive in and explore everything."

Following his lead, we entered a sauna parlor with Thai-themed decor.

"Mr. Li, why did you bring me to a sauna parlor?"

Having been to Pattaya before, I had already experienced imperial baths and spa treatments, so it wasn't much of a thrill.

"Little Song, today let's indulge in the fusion of European and Asian charm."

"Ah?" I was puzzled by what he meant.

Li Zhiqiang wrapped his arm around my shoulder, saying, "You'll understand when you get inside."

Once inside, the array of tall, blonde beauties dazzled me.

He asked me to select a few girls; after going upstairs, I experienced a top notch imperial bath by golden-haired beauties. The thrill kept me busy all night, and it wasn't until noon the next day I emerged from the sauna room.

Li Zhiqiang was in the lobby, saw me down, and came forward.

"How was yesterday? Thrilling enough?"

"Absolutely exciting, Mr. Li." I replied.

Li Zhiqiang continued, "You have ample time here; take the next couple of days to indulge yourself. Don't worry about money, I'll figure something out."

"Alright, Mr. Li."

This was exactly what I intended, considering the World Cup matches began at noon due to the time difference. As a seasoned fan, I naturally agreed without a second thought.

After splitting with him, I followed a strategy guide to check into a resort hotel, then headed to a fan bar called SEX.

The inside was buzzing with excitement, waiting for the match to begin. This atmosphere was far better than watching alone.

I sat in a booth, ordering various beers to try them all.

Qatar was considered quite a team, plus being the host, according to historical World Cup patterns, should win, yet today's result was a surprising 2-0 loss.

"How did Qatar play so poorly that it couldn't even beat Ecuador?"

While I was pondering this, a woman's voice suddenly came next to me, spoken in Mandarin, which caused me to pause.

I turned to look, unexpectedly seeing the woman was Li Zhiqiang's secretary, Fan Wenyue.

However, today she was not in a qipao, but wore a simple black t-shirt and pink shorts, yet even this could not hide her alluring figure.

She noticed me as well.

"Manager Song, how come you're here?"

"Mr. Li said the fan bar here is nice, so I came as well." I then asked, "Do you like watching football too?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect us to have such a connection, both being football fans."

Due to our shared interest, we watched the matches and chatted while sipping beer.

Fan Wenyue grew up in China and after graduating university, initially worked at the main office before being relocated to the Netherlands due to branch establishment, as she was fluent in English.

I thought beauties like her would be aloof, but contrary to my expectation, after chatting a while, I found her to be humorous and we hit it off quite well, watching the second match together before leaving.

"That goal was truly remarkable…" Before finishing her sentence, Fan Wenyue darted towards the roadside; I hurriedly followed.

Apparently, having drunk quite a bit at the bar, the sea breeze upon coming out made her vomit, I gently patted her back until she finished and surprisingly she lost consciousness.

With no other choice, I carried her back to my hotel room and placed her on the bed, then headed to the bathroom to wash up intending to sleep on the sofa, but coming out, I found her clothes scattered on the floor.

Looking towards the bed, I involuntarily swallowed; she was now only wearing black underwear, with her fair skin fully exposed before me.

I suppressed my impulses and moved forward to take another quilt when suddenly she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"I'm not drunk…"

Before I could react, she kissed me.