NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 291 291: Is This Really a Nightclub?

Oliver let out a chuckle at her question and took a seat beside her. He plucked the cigarette from her lips and placed it in his own. "Hmm... it's not like I'm going to decline something you enjoy."

Retrieving the lighter from her grasp, he lit the cigarette and drew in a deep breath, filling his chest with smoke before exhaling a plume of white mist into the air.

As he did so, the group stared at him in utter disbelief, particularly his classmates, who had never known Oliver to be a smoker.

Observing their shock, Oliver shook his head and took another puff, letting the nicotine settle his nerves. "It's actually my first time smoking today. Just a bit of fun. What is the big deal, anyway?"

He then passed the cigarette back to Maya and wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her snugly against him.

"That being said, smoking can definitely be habit-forming. I’d advise you against making a habit of it. Though having one occasionally is perfectly fine."

"Hmmm... I will keep that in mind," Maya replied with a giggle, taking another drag before handing the cigarette to Linda.

Just like that, everyone took turns sharing Maya's cigarettes while they waited for their order of drinks and snacks to arrive.

When it reached Ron, he inhaled and immediately gagged, coughing out a mouthful of smoke. "Woah! I can't... *cough!* I can't handle how it burns..."

Sarah rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s dramatic reaction. "Don't force it! Geez, if you didn't want to smoke, you could've just said no. Why be so stubborn?"

Ron coughed, passed the cigarette to Brenda, and sighed. "I wasn't being stubborn... I just wanted to experience what it felt like."

At that moment, a waiter arrived, placing trays of drinks and appetizers on their table.

Brenda grabbed some whiskey, smiling at Ron. "It's alright, Ron. Now that you've had a taste, you can certainly choose not to smoke next time."

"You’re right. Thank you, Brenda," Ron said, settling back down beside her.

Maya pulled out her phone and began snapping photos of Oliver as he enjoyed his drink, joking and chatting with the rest of the classmates.

However, the way her gaze lingered on Oliver made it clear she was fantasizing about far more intimate ways they could spend their time together.

Yet, since tonight wasn't exclusively for indulgence, she refrained from acting on her impulses.

The group relaxed as the alcohol gradually led them into a drowsy, drunken state.

Between the music, the liquor, and the tasty snacks, the room was steeped in a joyous atmosphere as they made the most of their night.

Soon, as the music shifted to a slower, more provocative rhythm, Brenda stood up and glanced down at the dance floor.

She saw something that instantly knocked the wind out of her.

Turning back with a flushed face, she whispered, "Hey everyone... do you want to see something interesting down there?"

Linda frowned, followed her gaze, and gasped, her eyes widening in surprise.

This caused Sarah to tilt her head in curiosity before she, too, peered toward the dance floor.

She nearly dropped her glass, her eyes growing as wide as saucers as she let out a soft "woah" at the sight below.

After witnessing the reactions of the other three, it didn't take long for Emma and Rebecca to peek down at the display.

Rebecca couldn't help but shiver slightly. "Oh... my goodness... is this truly a nightclub?"

Emma swallowed hard and shook her head. "This is... a far cry from how a normal nightclub should behave."

Driven by curiosity, Ron stood up and leaned over. "What do you guys mean? What is so—wow!"

The moment he saw what was happening, he was struck dumb, his questions vanishing from his mind.

"What are you looking at? Now you have me curious!" Maya complained, rising from her seat and moving to the front of their booth to see what the commotion was about.

It took only a few seconds for the scene on the dance floor to register, forcing an exclamation from her as well. "Ahh!"

Even with her wild, experienced past, the sight left her flustered and visibly excited.

"Oh my goodness... They are doing it right here... in plain view!" she whispered in a raspy, heated tone. "Fuck..."

The only one who remained seated was Oliver, who was still on the couch, sipping his whiskey with a faint, knowing grin.

Brenda looked at him, her eyes burning with desire as she gulped audibly and licked her lips.

She walked over to Oliver and whispered into his ear. "Oliver... you don't even want to see what is happening downstairs? Why are you just sitting there?"

Oliver offered her a subtle smile before draining his glass and setting it on the table.

He looked up at the stunning blonde beside him, holding her gaze as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I am well aware of what is happening down there. It is simply people enjoying themselves with partners of their choosing, which is exactly how it should be. The world would be better if it weren't for all those suffocating rules and regulations," he answered in a calm, melodic voice.

He then circled an arm around Brenda’s waist, pulling her until her body was flush against his, their faces only inches apart. "If you want to join them, by all means, go ahead. No one will stop you. Or perhaps... you would rather stay here and enjoy the party with me?"