Chapter 819. Upper floors are even Explicit

Chapter 819: 819. Upper floors are even Explicit

Tyler glanced at Suzuka as the pink cloud drifted higher through the glowing shafts of the entertainment hub. "You sure you wanna see the upper floors?" he asked, low voice but carrying a clear warning. "I designed those levels myself. They’re... extremely explicit."

Suzuka’s cheeks colored, yet she gave a small, determined nod. "Y-yeah... I want to see them."

Tyler turned to the guide girl floating beside them. "Take us up."

The girl inclined her head and guided the cloud upward. They passed the one-hundred-twentieth floor, then the one-hundred-twenty-first, and kept rising. Soft golden light washed over the corridor walls. Elegant spirit lamps floated in the air. The atmosphere shifted from playful to quietly luxurious.

Suzuka looked around, puzzled. "Restaurants?"

"Yes," Tyler answered. "From the one-hundred-twenty-first floor and some floors above, it’s all restaurants. Different themes, different... presentation styles. Let’s pick one and eat. My treat. You too," he added, nodding toward the guide.

The guide girl’s eyes brightened at once. She had clearly not expected to be included. Suzuka noticed the sudden sparkle and whispered, "Looks like the dishes here are really good. She’s so hyped."

The guide—whose name was Rin—led them into a spacious dining hall. A giant circular table of polished black wood dominated the center, surrounded by soft floating seats. Holographic menus hovered above the surface. When Suzuka examined hers, she saw elegant images of handsome men holding trays of food. Tyler’s menu showed beautiful women in the same poses. Rin’s matched Tyler’s.

Tyler selected several items without hesitation. Rin did the same, almost bouncing with excitement. Suzuka stared at the glowing images, then slowly closed her menu. Something about the presentation made her stomach twist. She chose nothing.

A few minutes later the doors at the far end of the hall opened. Several cultivators entered, carrying enormous platters and plates. On them lay the ordered "dishes"—living men and women, completely naked, their bodies arranged with artful care. Steam rose from sauces and glazes that coated their skin. The scent of honey, spice, and roasted meat filled the air.

Rin’s eyes lit up. Suzuka’s face turned a deep red. She took an instinctive step back from the table.

Tyler leaned close and whispered, "If you want, you can also ’eat’ with us."

"I don’t want anything," Suzuka said firmly. She walked several paces away and stood near a tall window, arms folded, determined to keep her distance.

Rin and Tyler paid her no further attention. Their focus locked on the living platters before them.

Rin’s main course was a handsome young cultivator glazed in sizzling hot honey mixed with thick mayonnaise. Beside him lay another man wrapped in a giant, fragrant slab of roasted pork. Without waiting for any further ceremony, Rin reached out, parted the pork covering near the man’s lower body, and lowered her head. She tasted the combination of warm meat and living skin with open delight.

"I want the pork covered with mayo and hot honey," she murmured, eyes half-lidded. The second man, already coated in the same sticky mixture, was guided on top of the first. Rin licked her lips and began sampling both at once, hands roaming freely over bare shoulders, chests, and thighs.

The rules of the floor were clear and strictly enforced: guests could eat however they wished, grope, lick, or nibble any part of the living dishes they desired. Full sex, however, was forbidden at the table unless they are ok with paying 10x times and ’the dish’ has to agree to it.

If a guest wanted more intimate service, they could order a blowjob or cunnilingus as a side dish, performed separately by specially trained cultivators.

Because every "dish" was a trained cultivator, they endured the heat of the sauces and the pressure of hungry hands without complaint. Their bodies remained firm and responsive. Some of the men already showed erected rods; several of the women had erected nipples that stood out against the glistening sauces.

Tyler watched Rin for a moment, then turned to his own selection. A pair of graceful women lay on matching silver platters, their skin shining under layers of sweet glaze. He reached out, trailed a finger along one woman’s collarbone, then lower across the soft curve of her breast. The woman shivered but kept her eyes politely lowered. Tyler sampled a bit of the honey from her shoulder, then another from the sensitive peak of an erected nipple, humming in quiet approval.

Across the room Suzuka stood with her back half-turned, trying not to look and failing. The scene was far more intense than she had imagined. The soft wet sounds of tasting, the occasional low moan from a living dish, the way Rin and Tyler treated the cultivators as both food and entertainment—all of it made her heart beat faster. She pressed her lips together and forced herself to stare out the window at the glowing city far below.

Rin, meanwhile, had grown bolder. She guided the two men closer together so she could taste them at the same time, tongue and fingers moving freely over honey-slick skin. "This is incredible," she whispered between bites. "The heat of the sauce, the way they hold still... I’ve never had anything like it."

Tyler chuckled softly. "It’s self made sauce from White Aspirant Group. They stay hot without burning the cultivators, and the flavor deepens the longer it sits on living skin." He offered Rin a small spoon of a darker glaze from his own platter. She accepted it eagerly.

Minutes stretched. Platters were rearranged. New sides arrived when Rin requested them—delicate oral services performed beside the main table so the diners could continue sampling without interruption. The living dishes remained silent and professional, only the occasional controlled shiver or quiet breath revealing how thoroughly they felt every touch and every lick.

Suzuka stayed near the window the entire time, face still flushed, refusing every invitation to join. Yet she could not quite bring herself to leave the hall. The strange, luxurious atmosphere of the upper floors held her in place, equal parts fascination and discomfort.

At last Tyler wiped his fingers on a soft cloth and leaned back in his seat. "Well?" he called across the room. "Still think you don’t want anything?"

Suzuka shook her head without turning around. "I’m fine. I’ll just... wait."

Rin laughed lightly, already reaching for another taste of honey-glazed skin. "Your loss," she said cheerfully. "This is the best meal I’ve had in years."

The giant circular table remained crowded with living platters, sauces still steaming, and the soft sounds of open enjoyment continued long into the evening.

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Tyler’s ordered dishes arrived at the same moment Rin was already deep into hers. While she remained completely absorbed, Tyler turned his full attention to the living platters set before him.

The first was a graceful cultivator woman lying on a wide silver tray. Delicate pieces of sasami and sushi had been arranged across the soft curves of her breasts in the shape of an open flower. A single long stick of seasoned rice rested between her legs, held carefully in place. Tyler ignored the chopsticks entirely. He leaned down, bit into a piece of sushi directly from her skin, then another of the tender sasami. The warm flesh beneath the food made every bite richer. Without hesitation he lowered his head between her thighs and took the rice stick into his mouth, tasting the soft grain along with the heat of her body. He asked the attendant for more rice at once.

His second dish was another cultivator woman whose entire body carried a deep, natural herbal fragrance. Special long-term diets had shaped her scent and flavor so that even a simple lick of her skin tasted of fresh herbs and subtle spice. Her saliva held a different, sweeter note. She picked up a piece of crisp fried chicken, brought it to Tyler’s lips, and fed him mouth to mouth. The chicken’s flavor bloomed instantly, sharpened and deepened by the herbal taste of her tongue. Tyler murmured a generous number of spirit stones into her ear. Her eyes brightened. She nodded once, then rose, straddled his lap, and guided his rod inside her. She began to move with steady, hungry rhythm, riding him right there at the table while the other dishes waited.

Dessert arrived soon after. Tyler had ordered specially prepared sweet melon seeds—artificially shaped to look like ordinary seeds, yet each one held a different rich filling. Two living cultivators, a brother and sister who were clearly twins, were brought forward. Both were naked, their entire bodies drizzled in thick golden honey and then carefully covered with the sticky seeds so that every curve glittered.

Tyler pulled the sister closer and began licking the seeds from her skin, one by one, savoring the shifting flavors that burst against his tongue. Rin, never one to be left behind, claimed the brother. She lowered her head and took the honey-coated, seed-covered rod into her mouth, swallowing around it with open enjoyment. The twins’ soft moans rose together as the two customers continued to eat them.

Across the room Suzuka stood with both hands pressed over her eyes, yet her fingers left small gaps. Through those gaps she watched everything, face burning red from the tips of her ears to the base of her neck.

"T-this... what kind of entertainment is this?" she muttered under her breath, unable to look away.