After dinner, Harry Huang suggested going for karaoke. Zhuo Yihang had an appointment with a patient that night, so after handing out his business card to everyone, he apologized and left. Of the six people remaining, Harry Huang pushed hard for it, the four girls hesitated, but Jack Young surprisingly agreed with Stew Pot's idea, so in the end, they decided to go have some fun.
Harry Huang felt pleased with himself, cackling as he stared hard at Jack Young's back. But what he didn't know was that Jack, with his back turned, was also smiling faintly. Sophie Soo, who saw this, reached out and pinched Harry's waist lightly, chuckling, "You troublemaker, up to no good again, aren't you?"
When they got to the KTV, Young Master Huang waved his hand and declared he’d cover all expenses. Deluxe room, premium beer, top-notch equipment—everything was fancy. The four girls sang their hearts out with microphones, while Harry Huang kept toasting Jack Young bottle after bottle. Jack accepted every challenge, matching him drink for drink, curious to see what Stew Pot was scheming. Before long, Stew Pot claimed he couldn’t handle the booze and got up to go to the bathroom.
As Stew Pot walked to the bathroom, he cackled wickedly. In Jack Young’s last bottle of beer, he’d added a special ingredient—a powerful aphrodisiac that would instantly burn away his rationality and turn him into a beast acting purely on instinct. When Jack inevitably lost control and started pawing at the four beauties in the private room, Harry Huang would burst in with security, playing the heroic savior and rescuing the girls from disaster.
Then, that pretty boy’s reputation would be ruined, the girls would be heartbroken, and I’d swoop in with righteous words and gentle comfort. Who knows, maybe I’d even score with all four? I really am a genius, hahaha!
Just as he was laughing, someone suddenly called him from behind: "Harry Huang." Harry jumped and turned around—it was Jack Young, holding a bottle of beer. The very one he’d spiked.
"Uh, Young Master Jack, how did you..." Harry tried to say something, but Jack suddenly raised his left hand and grabbed Harry’s chin. With a quick twist—crack!—Harry’s jaw was dislocated. Cold sweat broke out instantly, both from pain and fear. With his jaw hanging open, he couldn’t say a single coherent word.
"Huh? What did you want to say?" Jack’s eyes were icy. "You want to ask how I knew you spiked the drink, right?" He shoved the beer bottle into Harry’s mouth, pouring it down his throat. Jack sneered, "With your lame tricks, one sip and I can taste it right away."
After all this training, Jack Young’s Super Taste was fully stable. With it, he could identify every flavor precisely, without being overwhelmed by anything too strong. It’s like his Drizzle Listening skill—he can pick out the tiniest sounds, but loud noise doesn’t bother him. This is true enhancement, not just sensitivity. With Super Taste, Jack could name every ingredient in a hotpot and never get lost in the spice.
(Quick side note: I actually made a little goof here—spiciness isn’t a taste, it’s pain! Let this be a lesson: random trivia matters too!)
With Super Taste, Jack Young was now almost immune to being drugged. Maybe it was because Jill Young had been ambushed with knockout drugs before, so Jack developed a subconscious sense of danger, which led to this ability that went beyond what the Prajna Power described.
Just now, it was this Super Taste that let him notice something was off as soon as the beer touched his lips. After tasting the other beers, Jack confirmed only his bottle was tampered with. He didn’t care what was in it—he had no interest in experiencing it firsthand. So, naturally, he went to Harry Huang for answers.
Gulp, gulp—the beer was poured down, and Jack let go of Harry Huang. "Listen, I’m done playing games with you." He kicked Harry to the ground, murderous intent flashing in his eyes. "From now on, if I hear even a hint of you bothering Sophie Soo—" He flipped his hand and pulled out a gun. "Or if you try to mess with her in any way..." As Harry stared in terror, the dark muzzle pointed at his head. Click—the bullet was chambered. "I’ll kill you."
Bang—a gunshot, and a spray of blood.
The gunshot was drowned out by the booming music in the KTV. But the blood splatter was clear, like, uh, chili oil in a hotpot... Of course, Harry Huang wasn’t dead—his mind was totally blank from shock. After a while, he wiped his cheek, where the bullet had grazed him, leaving a bleeding, burning cut. He turned his head and saw a bullet hole in the floor, smoke still curling from it.
This was—a real gun, real bullets!
"Aaaah!" Harry Huang screamed and collapsed. Jack Young wrinkled his nose as a foul stench filled the air. Turns out, Harry had lost control of both ends. Pinching his nose in disgust, Jack muttered, "Great, now my sense of smell is awakening too. Just my luck."
Right then, the drug in that bottle finally kicked in. The worm that had just sprayed yellow liquid suddenly "stood up." "Oh, so that’s what it does," Jack mused, stroking his chin in realization. The next moment, an utterly eye-searing scene unfolded.
For everyone’s stomach’s sake, I won’t describe it in detail. Just think of the nun in Stephen Chow’s Royal Tramp after she was hit with the "I Love a Log" drug, and you’ll get the idea. Harry Huang entered a "I love every hole" frenzy—he’d gone completely mad. And don’t forget, this was in the men’s bathroom… Anyway, the scene was so horrifying that Jack Young ran for his life. Of course, he locked the bathroom door behind him on the way out.
Let Harry Huang mess around in there by himself... Cackling, I’m just that devious.
Anyway, that night, Harry Huang was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. The next day, the Chengdu Daily ran a huge headline: "Pervert Alert!—A man spent all night assaulting the bathroom pipes."
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Of course, that’s all in the future. After locking Harry Huang in the bathroom, Jack Young returned to the private room as if nothing had happened. None of the four girls cared where Harry went—in fact, they preferred him gone. All four were karaoke queens, and not just with good voices—they were foreign language majors, so they picked songs by language, not by artist. Singing, dancing, shouting, and drinking, things got wild, and Jack had a feast for the eyes.
At ten o’clock, the five of them finally made it back to the campus gate. (Harry Huang was completely forgotten.) After dropping off the three tipsy girls at their dorm, Jack carried a just-as-tipsy Sophie Soo on his back. Don’t think girls can’t drink—when they do, they can be even fiercer than guys. Sophie was totally drunk tonight, flopped on Jack’s back, refusing to move.
The campus at night was quiet and beautiful. A cool breeze rustled the leaves, making it feel almost otherworldly. Walking down the main road, Jack Young felt a bit uncomfortable—not because Sophie was heavy or people were staring, but because having Sophie pressed against his back was awkward. After all, he had Super Touch now! Every inch of contact sent a flood of precise, vivid sensations to his brain.
"Damn, I never noticed before, but... she’s actually pretty... uh, well-endowed..." Jack muttered under his breath, face turning red.
"Cousin," Sophie Soo suddenly leaned close to Jack’s ear, her voice dreamy and soft, her warm breath making his hair stand on end. "Let’s go to the lake. I want to sit there for a while."
Between the academic and residential areas was a lake, with wooden platforms and benches by the shore. Jack sat on a bench by the lake and set Sophie down from his back, letting out a breath. But this little rascal immediately demanded a princess carry, clinging to Jack no matter what. "Fine, you’re drunk, I’ll let you have your way."
"Cousin," Sophie gazed at Jack with drunken eyes, tracing circles on his chest with her finger. "Sing a song for me?"
"We just came back from KTV, and you still haven’t had enough?"
"No way. We were the only ones singing before—you didn’t sing at all. Sing one for me, I want to hear you sing."
"Why didn’t you say anything at KTV?"
"Hehe." Sophie grinned mischievously, leaning close and whispering in Jack’s ear, her voice like a cat: "You sing the best. I didn’t want the other three to hear—what if you charmed them too?"
Sigh, there’s just no dealing with this mischievous girl. "Alright, what do you want to hear? Miss Sophie Soo, please choose, but keep in mind—I don’t know any songs from the new idol groups." At this rate, I’m basically an old guy.
"No problem, you definitely know this one—Karen Mok, 'Love'."