"Oh my god, Jess. You wouldn't believe this guy I met recently!" Charlotte gushed to Jess as they sat next to each other. They, along with about fifteen other top models in Hong Kong, were getting their make-up done by professional stylists in a dressing room for Versace's runway fashion show. Dozens of designers and assistants scurried back and forth, making last minute changes to various fashion pieces and conveying hurried instructions to the models.
"Oooh, tell me about him," Jess raised her eyebrows in surprise. Despite being hit on by virtually any guy confident enough to approach a beautiful girl like Charlotte, Charlotte had only gone on a few dates and to Jess' knowledge, had not slept with anyone during her five months in Hong Kong. Jess chalked it up to Charlotte being sexually conservative, and had given up trying to introduce what she considered as hot guys to Charlotte. Jess looked at Charlotte again and giggled, "Girl, you look like you're absolutely glowing. You must be getting laid pretty good." While Charlotte was from France, Jess was born in Mainland China, and moved to Hong Kong when she was just four years old. Like Charlotte, Jess was a long legged model standing at five foot nine inches and boasting supple B-cup breasts and a shapely ass. Her pale face, accentuated by her smooth skin, high cheekbones and nose, and large eyes, often reminded people of a young Maggie Cheung.
Charlotte waited for her stylist to finish applying red lipstick on her lips before dreamily responding, "Well, firstly, he is soo masculine. A bit mysterious - he is, like, pretty wealthy I think, and also lived as a monk in the Himalayas for three years. He just has that masculine aura, you know?" Charlotte didn't wait for Jess' agreement before continuing on with a giggle, "And the sexual energy was just nothing I've ever experienced before!"
"Oooh, where is he from? US, UK or Australia? Or maybe Canada?"
"I think he grew up in Hong Kong actually, but he went abroad for a couple years. I think he built and sold his business while in the US."
Jess furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Oh, he is Asian?" While Jess herself was Asian and had grown up in Hong Kong, she never found Asian guys attractive. Asian guys made Jess think of her younger brothers - not exactly guys she wanted to get fucked by. And to top it off, most of the couples she saw on Hollywood movies and television shows never showed Asian guys in a masculine spotlight - they were usually gay, knew a lot of kung-fu or were there for comedic relief.
Charlotte, having grown up in France, was spared of the Anglo-Saxon biases of different ethnicities. "Yeaah, so exotic and mysterious. He also fucks sooo well!" She giggled and then blushed a deep crimson shade of red from embarassment as she realized everyone nearby had overheard her confessions of sexual dalliances."Anyway, you have to meet him, Jess!"
"Okay, ladies!" Nigel, the person-in-charge of the Versace fashion show, strolled in the dressing room and addressed the fifteen half-naked models getting their make-up done. "Show starts in five minutes. Everybody get ready ASAP!" All the models scurried out of their seats and hurried to get their fashion pieces on and make last minute adjustments.
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"Man, it's so great seeing you again, Luke. Everyone, myself included, has really missed you." Tony leaned back after finishing his last bite of the vegetarian bento box. Tony and Luke were catching up over dinner at an upscale modern restaurant situated at the top floor of a central building boasting panoramic harbor views of Hong Kong; the last time they had seen each other was three years ago when Luke went to live with the Himalayan monks. Tony had always looked up to Luke as his elder brother and also shared Luke's interest in the Eastern traditions and knowledge. Their father, with the support of their mother, had built a shipping empire in Hong Kong, but they were killed in a fatal car accident while vacationing when Luke was twenty-five and Tony was in his junior year in college. Luke buried himself in his start-up, eventually selling it for $300 million, making him a rich man in his own right. Tony went for the more traditional industry of law, and quickly rose through the ranks and was promoted to partnership in record time. Neither Luke nor Tony wanted to deal with the day-to-day management of their father's publicly-listed shipping company. As such, they hired a professional management team incentivized with an appropriate equity sharing plan, and also hired a professional trustee services firm to look after their majority stake in the company.
"It's definitely been too long, Tony." Luke followed Tony's suggestion to try the vegetarian bento box in the spirit of meatless Mondays, and was slowly chewing his miso-marinated tofu steak. Luke had always tried to be the good elder brother to Tony, and one of his regrets was not coming back to Hong Kong after their parents' death to be with his younger brother. Luke mused to himself as he leaned back in the plush, purple seat, '
Ah well, you live and learn, right? Besides, that alone time seemed to really make Tony grow up.
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"So, what did you learn from your time in the Himalayas? I'm pretty impressed - and jealous - that you went for three years."
Luke's eyes sparkled, as he shared with Tony what he learned during his time in the mountains. He also shared the superpowers he gained as a result, the impact on his health and his effect on women and the most recent episode with the beautiful French model, Charlotte.
"Man - shut up. You're telling me your pheromones cause women to get horny for you? And you can change the size of your dick?" Tony waved his hands dismissively at Luke, but internally, he was curious as to whether Luke could actually live up to his claims. Luke was always able to deliver on his promises, and Tony didn't see why it would stop now.
Luke raised his right hand in front of Tony, who eagerly sat up and stared at it intently. "Okay, look at my hand, especially my index finger. I'm going to enlarge just my index finger." Luke closed his eyes, focused his breathing and mind to his index finger on his right hand, and used the techniques derived from the Himalayan monks and the Taoist masters. After a few seconds, his index finger was double the size of its previous size and noticeably longer and fatter than his other fingers.
"Holy shit! I don't believe this." Tony stared at Luke's fingers in shock. "I'm going to touch it if that's okay with you." Without waiting for Luke's approval, he gingerly touched and probed the enlarged index finger. "This is incredible. It kind of feels like a mix between a bruise and the normal muscle." Upon taking a closer look, Tony could see that the enlarged finger looked a bit puffy, probably from the enhanced blood flow. He looked up and other than Luke concentrating on his breath, Luke seemed fairly relaxed and not particularly strained. "How long can you keep this up for?"
"Hours - but that's because I practiced with the monks for three years. As a novice, I'd expect you to be able to hold it for a few minutes at most, as breathwork is similar to muscle: it gets stronger the more you use it." Luke paused for a second, as if he just recalled something else from his memory. "Oh wait, if you have been keeping up the Taoist practices, that is actually quite helpful." Luke and Tony studied under Master Chan, one of the few remaining Taoist masters, before Luke went to live in the Himalayas.
"Yeah. I do it daily - along with my morning workout - and sometimes I go back to Master Chan when he's less busy for additional pointers and deeper insights. The semen retention stuff is really powerful - I think it's the main reason why I feel and look younger than most dudes my age."
"Nice - let's go back and pay him a visit some time. Mixing in the different disciplines, and figuring out what's best for each individual is something I've been thinking a lot about. Taoism has definitely got a lot of good stuff as you said." As if to prove his earlier assertion that he could keep his enlarged finger for hours, Luke leaned back comfortably in his chair, took a sip of water and put his right hand on the table within Tony's line of vision.
Tony was now mind blown and keen to learn more. "So what about this pheromone stuff? It naturally attracts women?"
Luke replied, "Well, I'm actually not too sure about the female attraction stuff. When I was in the Himalayas, the men and women lived separately from each other, but you could always definitely feel a certain masculine energy emitting from all the male monks. It was only when I came back to secular society that I noticed women behaving differently around me. I think it may be partly due to the Taoist practices, so you might have a little bit of this ability as well." Luke then leaned forward, as if he didn't want anyone else to overhear, and whispered, "Plus the women get really horny smelling our scent and combined with you being able to change your dick size to perfectly match them - they feel like they're getting fucked by Genghis Khan himself."
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"Don't you just love the harbor view of Hong Kong?" Charlotte gushed to Jess, as they enjoyed their cocktails at a rooftop bar, which had just been selected for inclusion in the world's top fifty bars. Two weeks had passed since their Versace fashion show, and a catch-up between Charlotte and Jess was long overdue.
Jess nodded her agreement absentmindedly, as she checked her phone again to see if Mike had responded to her. Mike was a white guy from the UK, and he was good looking and boasted a decent, athletic body from his high school rugby days. After graduating from high school and realizing that his grades weren't good enough for most universities, Mike bounced around a few odd jobs before an old buddy persuaded him to fly out to Hong Kong to tutor children in English. His buddy told him, "We just need some white faces; there are tons of people in Asia who love to pay extra for foreigners. You don't even need to score a C in your A-levels for English, mate; it'll be the easiest money you've ever made." When he arrived in Hong Kong, Mike was pleasantly surprised at how easy it was to pick up girls. Mind you, he wasn't able to attract the classy, beautiful girls in Hong Kong - they wouldn't dare to be seen with a gwei-lo (the colloquial term for a white guy) - but he found he enjoyed a much higher success rate with the local Asian girls who either weren't pretty or who had minimal international outlook and whose main exposure to western culture was from Hollywood films.
While Jess was beautiful, she was one of those local Asian girls who had never spent meaningful time anywhere outside of Hong Kong. She thought she possessed an international outlook by binge-watching Hollywood movies and television shows, and joined her friends in sneering down at Chinese people for being uncouth and uncultured. Her colonialist programming arising out of heavy consumption of Hollywood media paired with international ignorance inevitably biased her towards white guys. Hollywood always showed a white leading man winning the hearts of women with dashing acts of bravery, conveniently omitting mention of the unprecedented crimes of humanity committed when attempting to colonize the world. Consequently, it wasn't her fault she was attracted to white guys - her ignorant bias was the product of the colonialist programming from the mid-19th century and still present today.
"Oh no, don't tell me you're looking for Mike," Charlotte rolled her eyes. She found Mike distasteful and was ashamed to share any cultural similarity with him. There were good white guys, but most of them stayed home in Europe. Jess possessed a good heart, but was a little confused about herself and her taste in men. "I think I saw him in one of those Wan Chai ladybars two hours ago while walking over here."
