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

Oliver offered a chuckle in response to her query, then moved to sit beside her. He plucked the cigarette from her lips and transferred it to his own. "Well... I certainly won't deny something you enjoy."

Retrieving the lighter from her grasp, he ignited the cigarette and pulled the smoke deep into his chest. A moment later, he exhaled a thick, white plume into the atmosphere.

The group watched him with stunned expressions; his classmates, in particular, were shocked, having never associated Oliver with the habit of smoking.

Observing their surprise, Oliver shook his head and took another long pull, letting the nicotine's calming sensation wash over him. "It's my first time trying this, actually. Just doing it for the novelty. Why is everyone making such a scene?"

He handed the cigarette back to Maya, then slipped his arm around her waist, drawing her snugly against his side.

"That being said, smoking can definitely be habit-forming. I'd suggest you don't make a habit of it, although an occasional smoke is perfectly fine."

Maya giggled, replying, "Hmm... I'll keep that in mind." She took another drag before passing the cigarette along to Linda.

The group continued in this fashion, taking turns enjoying Maya's cigarettes while their ordered drinks and snacks arrived.

When the cigarette reached Ron, he took a puff and immediately hacked, gasping as he released the smoke. "Whoa! I can't... *cough*! The burn is too much..."

Sarah rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s dramatic reaction. "Don't force it! Seriously, if you didn't want to smoke, a simple 'no' would have sufficed. Why be so stubborn?"

Ron coughed again and handed the cigarette to Brenda, offering a sigh. "I wasn't trying to be stubborn... I just wanted to see what it felt like."

At that precise moment, a waiter arrived to place trays of beverages and appetizers on their table.

Brenda poured herself some whiskey and smiled at Ron. "It's alright, Ron. Now that you've experienced it, you're free to abstain next time."

"You're absolutely right! Much appreciated, Brenda," Ron replied while settling back into his seat beside her.

Maya whipped out her phone to snap photos of Oliver as he chatted and joked with their classmates, clearly pleased by the drinks.

However, the way her gaze lingered on Oliver betrayed her hidden agenda, revealing she was daydreaming about more intimate forms of entertainment they could share.

But since the night wasn't exclusively reserved for sexual escapades, she held her desires in check.

The group began to unwind as the alcohol loosened their inhibitions, and a sense of revelry took hold.

Between the music, the liquor, and the snacks, the private area was suffused with a joyous, carefree energy.

As the playlist shifted to a slower, more provocative tempo, Brenda stood up and peered down toward the dance floor.

She froze, her breath hitching at the sight.

Turning back to the others, her face flushed, she whispered, "Hey everyone... do you want to see something truly scandalous happening down there?"

Linda frowned, tracing Brenda's line of sight, and promptly gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Sarah, overcome by curiosity, tilted her head and looked over the balcony as well.

Nearly dropping her glass, her eyes bulged to the size of saucers, and she let out a soft, stunned sound of realization.

Seeing these three girls so transfixed, Emma and Rebecca didn't hesitate to lean over and check the source of the commotion.

Rebecca shivered visibly. "Oh... my goodness... is this really a night club?"

Emma swallowed hard and shook her head. "This is... quite extreme compared to what a typical night club should be like."

Ron, suddenly intrigued, stood up to join them. "What's the meaning of this? What's so amazing about—wow!"

Upon catching a glimpse of the spectacle below, his questions evaporated, leaving him completely speechless.

"What are you all staring at? You're making me curious too!" Maya complained as she rose to join them at the edge of the section.

It took only a heartbeat for her to process the scene, causing her to let out a low, breathless, "Ahh!"

Even as a woman of wild, seasoned experience, the raw display left her visibly flustered and unmistakably aroused.

"My god... they're actually doing it right there... in the open!" she whispered, her voice raspy. "Holy shit..."

Only Oliver remained on the couch, unfazed by the surge of excitement, calmly sipping his whiskey with a subtle smirk.

Brenda turned back to him, her eyes burning with intensity, and took a sharp breath as she licked her lips.

She crossed the room to stand beside him, leaning down to whisper into his ear. "Oliver, you... you don't even want to see what's happening downstairs? Why remain so detached?"

Oliver offered a light smile before polishing off his glass and setting it on the table.

He locked eyes with the stunning blonde, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I'm well aware of what's happening down there. It's simply people indulging in their desires with partners of their choosing, just as it ought to be. This is how the world should function—unburdened by those stifling rules and outdated regulations," he murmured in a low, composed tone.

He then pulled Brenda toward him by the waist until their faces were mere inches apart. "If you want to join them, by all means, don't let me stop you. Or perhaps... you'd prefer to stay here and enjoy the party with me?"