In this room, there were three girls, each dressed provocatively, each exuding a different charm.
Some appeared mature and enchanting, their figures resembling ripe peaches, as if a gentle touch would make them overflow;
Some seemed petite and tender, yet possessed jaw-dropping proportions, the epitome of youthful beauty with ample curves;
And then there was one with a cool, disdainful high-class face, a slender figure standing around six feet tall, perfectly proportioned.
Zhang Yi had some impression of her; she seemed to be a very famous model with over five million online fans.
The moment he laid eyes on them, Zhang Yi, as a man, felt his primal instincts stirred.
He couldn't help but sigh, "The toys of the wealthy are indeed high-class and highly professional!"
Holding a gun, he walked towards the room, and the three girls huddled fearfully in the corner.
Some looked sad, some pitiful, and some disgusted.
This complex blend of emotions only made men more excited.
"Indeed, they are professionals! Just one move and a glance can captivate hearts."
If it were an average guy, he probably couldn't resist his urges by now.
But the person who came was Zhang Yi, so the outcome would be a bit different.
His gaze swept over the three, "Are you Kun?"
Upon hearing this title, the faces of the three girls instantly turned unpleasant.
"How can you tarnish our innocence without cause? We are not Kun; we are guests here, just visitors!"
Zhang Yi glanced at their bodies, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.
"Which family allows guests to dress like this? Is it some kind of traditional culture of your family?"
This remark was sarcastic, and the three girls immediately felt embarrassed, trying to cover themselves with their hands.
However, they revealed too much, and their hands couldn't cover everything. Zhang Yi felt the urge to go help them.
Zhang Yi pulled a chair from the side, sat down in front of the three, and swayed the gun in his hand slightly.
"Speak up, where are you Kun from?"
Even though these three women looked beautiful, with fiery figures, and, if his guess was correct, were highly skilled and proficient in various advanced female techniques, Zhang Yi had some cleanliness issues. He didn't like to associate with certain types of people.
If they didn't have other skills, Zhang Yi would kick them out.
After all, he never harbored idle people in his home.
Yes, this billion-dollar shelter was now officially his, Zhang Yi's.
The three women, seeing the gun in Zhang Yi's hand, were too afraid to resist.
But the tall one with the high-class face was stubborn, saying, "I'm not Kun!"
"Not Kun? Then what are you?"
The girl proudly declared, "I'm an heiress!"
"Heiress?"
Zhang Yi nodded.
"Oh, that means you're Kun!"
In Tianhai City, an heiress was equivalent to a high-class Kun; this was something Zhang Yi, as a local, was well aware of.
The high-class girl stamped her foot in anger, "I'm not! I have a master's degree from Tianhai University, level eight in English proficiency, and I have a national level seven in ballet!"
Zhang Yi nodded, "Oh. So you're Kun, then?"
Several girls were a mix of grief and indignation. The mature and sexy one took a deep breath and said, "Your prejudice against us is unwarranted. The men we come into contact with are all upper-class figures in society. We elevate ourselves through our interactions with them."
"Don't lump us together with those Kuns. To integrate into high society, it's not just about having a pretty face and figure."
"We also need high-level knowledge and rich content."
Zhang Yi clapped his hands, "Point taken! So, do your interactions with upper-class men include close-distance plural movements?"
The girls exchanged glances, and the mature and charming one argued, "Such things do happen. But we are not Kuns; we have a choice. Only when we feel the other party is qualified will there be some intimate contact in a very pleasant process."
The high-class girl added, "My body, my rules. It's the modern era, don't be so discriminatory against women!"
The cute girl pouted, "Don't be biased against us!"
Zhang Yi chuckled.
"Oh, so you're Kuns after all!"
The three girls shouted in unison, "We're not!"
Zhang Yi waved his hand at them, "It doesn't matter! In this day and age, making money is nothing to be ashamed of. And it looks like you're outstanding among the Kuns, considering you've entered Wang Siming's house."
"If it weren't against societal norms, you should be awarded."
This time, the cute and lovely girl couldn't take it anymore.
Staring at Zhang Yi, she said angrily, "Do you know how hard we, the heiress girls, work? I won the national piano competition championship, and I can play 'Flight of the Bumblebee.' Have you heard of this piece?"
The title "Flight of the Bumblebee" made Zhang Yi raise an eyebrow.
Of course, he knew this piece because he once had a favorite movie called "The Legend of 1900."
The climax of the movie was when the protagonist played "Flight of the Bumblebee."
The first time Zhang Yi heard this piano piece, he was astonished, unable to imagine a pianist's hand speed reaching such a level.
He looked at the cute girl in front of him with some surprise, "You can really play it?"
The cute girl proudly raised her chin, "Of course! I play it very well!"
The high-class girl beside her also said, "I can play it too!"
Zhang Yi laughed.
To be proficient in playing "Flight of the Bumblebee," a pianist must have a professional level eight proficiency.
And the highest level for piano proficiency is level nine.
In other words, the two beautiful and young girls in front of Zhang Yi are rare and exceptional pianists in the country.
And yet, they chose to become Kuns.
"It's truly an era that doesn't laugh at poverty but mocks prostitution. In this light, the apocalypse might not be so bad. At least, when facing death, everyone is equal."
Zhang Yi had nothing more to say. These girls came here to "perform," at least to receive large sums of money, maybe even several million yuan.
In the face of such temptation, the majority of goddesses in the eyes of ordinary people would find it hard to resist.
As Zhang Yi looked at these three beautiful and charming girls again, the fiery heat in his eyes had diminished.
He raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at the three girls.
"Turn around and lean against the wall!"
At these words, a hint of a smile flashed in the eyes of the three girls.
Stinky men, they blabbered on for so long, but in the end, they just wanted to do that, didn't they?
The three pretended to be afraid, then turned around and leaned against the wall, presenting their well-shaped buttocks high in the air.
It was obvious that they were very skilled at this.
Zhang Yi took out some ropes and zip ties from the alternate space, walked over, and tightly bound each of them.
It was a professional turtle shell bondage.
At first, the girls thought Zhang Yi wanted to play bondage, but they realized as he tied them up more and more tightly that this wasn't the case.
After binding them, Zhang Yi threw them into the pet room, closed the door, and left.
Now was not the time to relax completely; Zhang Yi was not the kind of man driven by lust.
He needed to continue exploring this house and see if there were any lurking dangers.