When I stepped into the BTC HOLDERS CLUB again, it was already my third meeting with Mr. L. The club’s understated yet luxurious atmosphere always made me unconsciously nervous, yet it also brought a hint of excitement. Mr. L is the most extraordinary man I have ever met. He is not a man of many words, yet he always manages to grasp the essence with just a few simple sentences and take control of the situation. He is a prominent figure in this circle, yet he is so low-key that almost no one knows his true background.
Our first encounter took place here. At that time, I had just been introduced to this club by a friend and everything felt fresh yet unfamiliar to me. Mr. L, like a hunter, effortlessly brought me into his line of sight. Without much small talk, he simply made a direct “suggestion”: “You need resources, and I need company. This is a mutual understanding we can reach.”
At first, I resisted this suffocatingly blunt proposal. But as time went by, the pressures of reality forced me to reconsider my options. When I realized that money was indispensable to me, I finally accepted his offer. “At least he is someone I already know, not a complete stranger,” I consoled myself.
During our first meeting, I was so nervous that my palms were sweating, but his composure and generosity helped me relax a little. He did not demand any special return; he only proposed a frequency of meetings and a budget for gifts. That night, he gave me a hardware wallet containing a substantial amount of Bitcoin. Smiling at me, he said, “Investing in your future is also investing in my trust.”
Gradually, we settled into a stable relationship. He would take me to high-end restaurants for dinner, occasionally sharing with me how he navigated the cryptocurrency market with ease. But more often, he would just quietly accompany me, as if observing my growth. Sometimes I felt that he was more like a mentor to me than just a “sugar daddy.”
But there were times when I could not deny the reality of this relationship. He had his patterns. For instance, when he ordered an alcoholic drink, I knew that he would want us to go to a more private place next.
The first time we had intimate contact, I felt incredibly ashamed and conflicted. I tried to struggle with myself internally, telling myself that this was my choice and I should not despise myself. But when his hand touched my skin, the unfamiliarity made me a little scared.
“You are my sugar baby, but I will never force you to do anything,” he whispered. At that moment, my tension eased a little.
As time passed, this sense of shame seemed to gradually fade. Just as the body adapts to pain, I slowly learned to accept the existence of this relationship. Sometimes I wondered if this transaction was consuming my soul, but Mr. L’s gentleness and respect prevented me from falling into complete self-denial.
Not every meeting involved intimacy. Sometimes he would just take me to events within the circle, allowing me to see more of the realities and opportunities in the world of cryptocurrency. In these situations, I found myself becoming more composed, no longer the girl who could only smile nervously.
Mr. L’s support was not just financial. He also taught me how to plan for my future. He often said, “Bitcoin is not just a number; it is a belief. You need to learn to use it to create freedom for yourself, rather than being trapped by it.”
Gradually, I began to find hope for my future, rather than simply relying on his help. Although our relationship always carried a sense of reality, in this relationship, I learned to be independent and how to fight for more in a complex world.
Mr. L may have been a “sugar daddy” in my life, but he was more like a mentor, guiding me onto a completely different path from that night at the BTC HOLDER CLUB.
