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Eventually, the night began to take its toll. Maya and Tess, exhausted from the evening's excitement and perhaps a bit too much to drink, fell asleep on the sofa, hugging each other as they drifted off.

"It's getting late," Zastan remarked, his voice was soft, not wanting to disturb the sleeping girls.

Then he looked at Lila, who nodded in agreement. The two of them knew that it was already late.

"Yeah, we should probably stop here," Lila said with a small smile, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Zastan reached for his phone and quickly dialed the hotel's service number. After a few rings, a courteous voice answered on the other end. "Good evening, how may I assist you?"

"I'm in the private room at the bar," Zastan explained. "I need a chauffeur to pick us up, and I'll need some help getting a couple of people into the car."

The staff member responded with professionally, assuring Zastan that help was on the way. "We'll have someone there shortly."

Before hanging up, he thanked the staff. "Thank you."

"It's our pleasure sir." The staff on the other side replied respectfully.

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Ten minutes later, the door to the private room quietly opened, and a middle-aged man with distinguished silver hair stepped inside. Malcolm, the trusted chauffeur, entered with a warm smile. "Evening, Mr. Zastan," he greeted, patting Zastan on the shoulder. "Looks like you had quite the night sir."

"Thanks for coming, Malcolm," Zastan replied, returning the smile. "We'll need to get these girls back to their dormitory."

With Malcolm's help, they managed to get the sleeping girls into the car smoothly. Zastan carefully lifted Maya into his arms, while Malcolm gently supported Tess. Lila walked beside them, her gaze lingering on Zastan, her expression soft and reflective.

Once the girls were securely settled in the car, Zastan turned to Malcolm. "Let's take them to their school dormitory first."

Malcolm nodded, and the car set off, cutting through the quiet, late-night streets.

As they approached the school, Zastan couldn't help but admire the beauty of the campus. The gates were enormous, and beyond them stretched a beautifully maintained landscape. The buildings were large, with a mix of classical and modern architecture that exuded an air of prestige and history.

"Impressive," Zastan muttered, his eyes scanning the surroundings. The campus looked like something out of a fairy tail, with lush green lawns, towering trees, and well-lit pathways.

"Yeah," Lila said, noticing his expression. "It's a nice place. Big too."

When they arrived at the dormitory, they were greeted by the dormitory's caretaker, a stern-looking woman with sharp eyes. She stepped forward, her hands on her hips. "Boys aren't allowed to go beyond this point," she said, her tone firm.

Malcolm, who was helping Tess by supporting her on his shoulder, paused and looked at Zastan. Zastan quickly stepped forward, offering the caretaker a polite smile. "I understand, ma'am," he said.

"But they've had a long night, and they're not in the best state. We just need a few minutes to get them to their rooms."

The caretaker looked at him for a moment, her gaze shifting between the sleeping girls and Zastan's earnest expression. After a brief silence, she sighed. "Alright, you've got ten minutes. No more, or I'll have to call the school's security."

Zastan nodded gratefully. "Thank you. We'll be quick."

With that, they moved to the entrance, where Lila tapped her keycard against the scanner, unlocking the door with a soft beep. The dormitory was quiet, the only sound being the soft sound of the elevator's mechanism. Once inside, Lila tapped the button for their floor, and the elevator ascended smoothly.

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The elevator doors opened, and they stepped out into a quiet hallway. Lila led them to their dorm room, which was surprisingly spacious and quite clean. A faint scent of roses lingered in the air, giving the room a soothing atmosphere.

"Just toss them onto the bed," Lila instructed, a bit of her earlier exhaustion creeping back into her voice. Zastan carefully placed Maya onto the bed, ensuring she was comfortable, while Malcolm handed Tess over to him. Zastan gently laid Tess down next to Maya, making sure they were both settled.

As Zastan straightened up, an idea flashed through his mind, and he couldn't resist. He turned to Lila with a mischievous grin, swiftly scooping her up in a princess carry. Lila let out a surprised shout, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he carried her to the bed.

"Zastan! What are you doing?!" she exclaimed, half-laughing, half-protesting. But Zastan simply grinned wider and tossed her onto the bed with a playful flourish. Lila landed with a soft thud, immediately grabbing a pillow and launching it at him with all her might.

Zastan caught the pillow effortlessly, tossing it aside with a chuckle. The other two girls didn't even stir, still sound asleep. "You're too much," Lila muttered, trying to hide her amusement.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Zastan replied with a wink. He then looked around the room one last time before turning back to Lila. "I should get going."

Lila's expression softened, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. "Will we see each other again?"

Zastan nodded, his smile reassuring. "Don't worry. We'll meet again, sooner than you think."

As he headed towards the door, Lila quickly followed him, stopping just before the door closed. She hesitated for a moment, then quickly leaned forward and kissed Zastan on the cheek before slamming the door shut, her face flushed.

Zastan touched his cheek where she had kissed him, a small chuckle escaping his lips. He made his way back to the elevator, feeling a sense of warmth and satisfaction.

When he reached the lobby, he found Malcolm waiting patiently by the elevator, leaning casually against the wall. "That took longer than I thought," Malcolm teased lightly, a knowing smile on his face.

Zastan grinned back. "Had to make sure they were settled."

Malcolm gave him a playful nudge. "Three girls in one night, huh? Not bad."

Zastan laughed, shaking his head. "It's not like that, Malcolm. But it was a good night."

They made their way back to the car, the quiet night air surrounding them. As they drove back to the hotel, Zastan leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes. "Wake me when we get there," he murmured to Malcolm.

"Will do," Malcolm replied, his voice low and steady.

Exhaustion finally caught up with Zastan, and within seconds, he drifted off to sleep, a small smile still lingering on his lips as the car smoothly made its way through the city streets.

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Moments later, Zastan stirred awake as he heard Malcolm's voice outside the car.

The door was open, and the cool night air brushed against his face.

"Sir, we've arrived," Malcolm said gently, his tone respectful but firm.

Zastan blinked groggily, taking a moment to orient himself. "Oh, we've arrived?" he mumbled, still half-asleep.

"Yes, sir," Malcolm confirmed, offering a hand to help Zastan out of the car.

Zastan shook his head, waving off the gesture as he stepped out on his own. "No need, Malcolm. I can manage. You should go and rest; it's already past midnight."

Malcolm nodded, though a hint of concern lingered in his eyes. "Very well, sir. Goodnight."

Zastan gave him a grateful smile and made his way toward the hotel entrance. Inside, he headed straight for the elevator, but the feeling of being upright after such a deep sleep left his consciousness groggy. His vision began to blur as the elevator smoothly ascended. By the time it reached his floor with a soft ding,

Zastan was struggling to keep his eyes open.

Stumbling into the hallway, he felt his legs give way beneath him. His vision darkened, and with a thud, he collapsed onto the carpeted floor, completely blacking out.

Unbeknownst to him, a nearby security camera captured the entire incident, and the staff at the front desk immediately noticed what had happened and immediately took action.

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When Zastan woke up again, he found himself lying in his bed. His clothes had been changed, leaving him only in his underwear. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. He blinked a few times, trying to piece together how he had ended up here.

Moments later, the door to his room creaked open, and his butler entered carrying a tray. Her eyes flickered with a mix of concern and something else—a slight blush tinged her cheeks as she avoided his gaze.

She quickly set the tray down on the table beside the bed, her movements hurried. "I've brought you some hangover soup, sir," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Before Zastan could respond, she turned on her heel and practically fled from the room, her face still flushed. Just as she reached the door, she paused, turning back for a moment. "If you need any help, just tap the button under the lampshade next to your bed."

And with that, the door slammed shut behind her.

Zastan chuckled to himself, leaning back against the pillows. "Why is everyone slamming doors these days?" he mused playfully, shaking his head as he reached for the soup. Despite the whirlwind of events, a smile lingered on his lips as he sipped the warm, comforting broth.

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