Even after three glasses of wine, Matthew did not appear the least bit affected.

On the other hand, the boy who took the lead was already swaying a little. After all, the alcohol content of red wine was not negligible.

Looking on, Minerva was gobsmacked.

Here she was, thinking that Matthew’s limit would be a single glass, yet she was proven wrong.

Nonetheless, he had already consumed three glasses. How much longer can he hold on? she mused as she shot a look at the two other boys.

Immediately, the two other boys rushed over, asking to drink with Matthew.

Each of them consumed three glasses with him.

Yet, he was still completely fine while the boys, on the other hand, were swaying.

Just like that, Minerva stared at him and she was utterly befuddled. Just how much can he drink?

Suddenly, Matthew raised his glass and announced, “Well, you’ve finished drinking to me and now, I shall drink to you! Come, gentlemen—have three more glasses each!”

 

they wobbled in place, the

no doubt they would fall unconscious if they drank any more than

so much, Matthew! You’ve all had your fun and that’s quite

only had three glasses each, while I’ve had nine. I may have had my fun, but have they? Since I’m hosting them, I have to entertain them properly. Otherwise, word might spread that

her. Come, boys—have another glass! I thought you agreed

three boys announced viciously, “F*ck it! We’re not afraid, so let us drink till

cold smile on his lips, Matthew proceeded to toast each

he had downed twelve glasses, while the boys

to throw up

had consumed more

line, Matthew! How could you get my friends so drunk on their first

against me three to one? If

at

end, the boy outside even started to vomit

choice, the Cunninghams could only call them an ambulance and

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