Chapter 136: Lang-Lee Raceway!

Chapter 136: Lang-Lee Raceway!

Sunday just before lunchtime.

Mercy was behind the wheel of my brand new Dodge Durango, navigating smoothly through the city traffic while Linda and I sat comfortably in the back seats holding hands.

I turned my head to look closely at my gorgeous wife, squeezing her fingers gently. "Linda dear, are you alright?"

Linda squeezed my hand right back to show she was thoroughly happy with me, though her sharp grey eyes reflected a hint of deep, lingering skepticism as she voiced her thoughts. "I am happy father seems to love our marriage and me being pregnant, but he is an incredibly stubborn man, so just dropping everything to eat lunch with us is not normal behavior for him. Most high-society figures have to wait weeks just to secure a standard meeting with him."

Mercy kept her gaze fixed on the road ahead, though she glanced up into the rearview mirror to firmly affirm Linda's words to me. "Master, Linda is completely correct. Even during your high school years, he felt a lot of personal regret for the distance between you two, but now he is acting exceptionally enthusiastic. Actually, my own father after meeting you started to act exactly like Linda's father!"

"Really Mercy? Even your father is excited, hmm?" I mused aloud, a sudden sense of caution washing over me as I realized just how incredibly sharp my two women were when tracking family politics together.

I merely maintained a perfectly smooth, relaxed smile, offering a casual explanation to ease their active suspicion. "Mercy's father deeply respects raw skill, and me showing my true physical mettle in front of him simply impressed the old warrior."

Mercy shook her head firmly side to side, her driver's cap shifting slightly with the movement. "No, he would only accept you as my Master in that case, but he explicitly stated that he wants our future child to lead the entire Mu Clan going forward. That is a major, unprecedented honor. That does not even answer the basic fact of why he is now treating you like a blood son. Master, please do not misunderstand, him liking you so much makes me very happy. But... I just sincerely hope the old men are not secretly plotting something against you behind the scenes."

Linda's ears perked up instantly at the phrasing, her grey eyes narrowing as she caught a specific piece of data that I hadn't openly told the other women in the household yet. "Wait, Mercy, are you pregnant?"

"No, Linda, but I told Master that I absolutely want his child, and we plan to officially start trying," Mercy explained calmly, her posture remaining perfectly dignified despite the sudden interrogation.

Linda let out a soft huff, speaking in a blunt tone that immediately caused Mercy's cheeks to flush a deep crimson, while making me want to instantly face-palm in the backseat. "After all of your intense morning shower sessions, you and Rick still have not had sex yet?! All of the other wives in the mansion thought for sure you two had been getting hot and heavy in the mornings."

I immediately jumped into the conversation to bail poor Mercy out of her embarrassment before she accidentally drove our expensive new vehicle straight off the road. "Mercy and I have only been sharing the showers and getting closer emotionally. We did not want a relationship based entirely on raw sex, so we have intentionally taken things at a snail's pace."

Linda still seemed to completely disbelieve the fact that we had strictly engaged in high-level foreplay, turning her body on the leather cushions to question me directly. "Rick, I thought for sure you would have shown her your true feelings by now?"

I reached up to aggressively scratch the back of my head, trying my best to explain our unique relationship dynamic. "Mercy and I thoroughly enjoy our shared training time, just like going on a clothing date with you. We go shooting late in the evening, train hard every single morning, and then we share a shower. These are the specific bonding activities that Mercy truly enjoys. It is kinda like how you passionately enjoy shopping for high-end clothing to help inspire your personal fashion designs."

Mercy felt a bit more comfortable opening up to Linda than the other wives, so she decided to clarify the exact state of our romantic timeline. "Hana let me have tonight alone with Master, so... we will officially have our first real night together."

Linda's analytical eyes softened instantly as she finally understood the situation, a gentle, understanding smile breaking across her face. "Mercy, I completely understand now. I will gladly send Rick over on some of my designated nights just to keep you warm at night, fufu."

Mercy offered a grateful nod, fully understanding that Linda would inevitably kick me out of her bedroom the exact second she was personally satisfied.

Crap, it looks like I am going to be running a full-time night-crawling operation around the mansion lines here!

In all honesty, many of my wives had already passed the initial honeymoon stage and didn't require an extreme amount of sex, with the massive exception of Nadia. She was entirely insatiable, leaving even Nichole completely speechless at her raw tenacity. Both Nichole and I honestly couldn't wait for Nadia to finally give birth so her intense pregnancy sex drive would stabilize back to a normal level.

Why exactly did Nadia cross my mind just now? Because she had already aggressively forced me to have sex inside this brand new SUV a couple of times, meaning I constantly had to detail the interior and spray high-end air freshener to hide the evidence, sigh. In fact, the very leather seats that Linda and I were currently utilizing had already been thoroughly claimed by my mischievous twin wife. I was just glad I chose the premium leather option.

By this time, Mercy had smoothly steered the vehicle down the main driveway, pulling into the exclusive Country Club lot for our lunch meeting. This specific resort and hotel restaurant was entirely operated by the Fire Birds syndicate that I ran. Normally, a traditional noble like the Head of the Lang family would never willingly step foot inside a territory owned by an opposed syndicate, but this specific club was just that massively popular among the elite.

I knew for an absolute medical fact that my father-in-law kept a couple of hidden mistresses on the side, and he frequently visited them to satisfy his more kinky, taboo desires. But as a fellow man of culture, I would never reveal his dirty secrets to the world. No, the old man just thoroughly enjoyed playing with multiple women at the exact same time, and normal high-society noble women simply refused to engage in group play. My gorgeous twins were a massive, legendary exception to that rule.

My current world was significantly more open in some ways, but far more conservative in other ways compared to my past life on Earth. As I've noted before, gay sexuality definitely exists but is never openly flaunted, and women are culturally not into sharing a man in the same bed at the exact same time, despite harems being the structural norm. This was an ingrained, carried-over cultural behavior stemming directly from the historical influences of the Japan and China Empires on Eurasian society. Because of this rigid hierarchy, you would never find a single cross-dresser in our public society. A few are technically open about it in America, but they get aggressively bullied for it.

Mercy smoothly brought the Durango to a halt in the VIP section, stepping out in her sharp driver's suit to open the doors for Linda and myself to exit.

Inside the main restaurant entrance, the super sexy general manager was already waiting on standby the exact second our group of three walked through the doors. She glided toward me in a stunning, long red dress that hugged her curves perfectly, bowing slightly before speaking in a highly coquettish tone. "Vice-Leader, I was so incredibly happy that you remembered me. Please follow me, your private room with Mr. Lang is completely ready."

"Is he here already?" I asked, adjusting my jacket.

"Yes, sir. He arrived about ten minutes before you, and our absolute best servers have been attending to him. Also, massive congratulations on your upcoming promotion to Leader. Please let me personally host a grand party to celebrate the moment the happy occasion takes place."

Linda's grip on my left arm tightened significantly, her sharp eyes showing that she absolutely did not appreciate how overly friendly and charming this woman was being toward her husband. I merely patted her hand gently, conveying to her through touch alone that I had zero romantic interest in the manager. Linda instantly understood my silent gesture, softening her tightening hold on my arm. I honestly find my wives' jealous sides to be incredibly cute. It tells me they deeply care about me.

Just before we stepped through the threshold of the private dining room, I leaned down and pressed a firm kiss against Linda's cheek, causing her cold grey eyes to instantly melt into pure happiness.

George Lang was sitting alone at the grand table, leisurely sipping on some expensive whisky while a beautiful female attendant went over the appetizer menu with him. I was entirely sure there had been a lot of heavy flirting going on right before we were formally announced, especially if the server's missing top button was any indicator of possible play. Fortunately, Linda didn't notice that specific detail.

"Linda and Rick, so glad to see you two, come and keep this father company!" George boomed happily, setting his glass down with a loud chuckle. "Oh, and how is my beautiful grand-baby doing, haha?!"

Linda and I smoothly sat across from him at the smaller dining table. Linda, maintaining her usual emotionless outer shell, answered him bluntly. "Good to see you, father. And I am only two months into the pregnancy, so she is doing perfectly fine. You did not tell mother about the gender yet, right?"

George, not offended whatsoever by Linda's cold outer shell, waved his hand dismissively with a wide grin. "I told her the gender of the baby would only be revealed when you two officially got married, hehe! She is so utterly upset that you are keeping her in the dark, but it's fine. Your older sister is still getting married on June 1st, so make sure you attend, and then right after your University lets out for the summer, it will be time for your own wedding. I honestly wish you two could just pull the trigger right now, but... well, your mother is special."

"Humph, I am nearing nineteen, pregnant, and am actively in University," Linda countered coldly, crossing her arms. "Thanks to her lagging behind on the scheduling, Tina Feng is going to marry before me, so I honestly do not care if she feels slighted by the timeline."

I gently patted Linda's hand to soothe her, turning my focus back to George. "Our baby girl is making the mornings a bit tough on our Linda here, so she is just a little cranky today, but she is very healthy. How have you been holding up, father?"

George, hearing my respectful words, just smiled warmly and checked his phone. "Tom Mu got in touch with me recently. He explicitly mentioned that you and Mercy are exceptionally close. Hey, Mercy, take your driver's hat off right now and join us at the table, I insist."

Mercy, not entirely sure how to act in front of a Great Family Head, looked at me for permission. I offered her a quick nod, gesturing for her to sit right to my right side, which she did. She bowed her head politely. "Greetings, Head Lang."

"Mercy, for the duration of this meal you are strictly family, so drop the rigid formality," George stated firmly, offering her a kind grin. "You have done a wonderful job taking care of Linda, and our Lang family is highly pleased. Tom explicitly told me that you will be leading the next generation of the Mu Clan going forward. I am glad to hear it, as one of the four subfamilies operating under the Lang banner, this is also a major honor for us. Being Rick's Personal Maid is absolutely not a mere servant position."

Linda looked between the two men, her grey eyes narrowing slightly as she voiced her confusion. "Father, why exactly are you and Head Mu being so incredibly likable and accommodating with Rick?"

George was far too politically intelligent to reveal any of his hidden strategic motives. He merely grinned deviously, pointing his finger at both of the women sitting at the table. "Oh? Then why in the world are you two girls so incredibly likable and accommodating with Rick? It's simple, we can easily see his massive potential to become a truly great man, so stop talking nonsense. When a father finally finds the absolute best man for his girls, he is just happy about it, do you understand me?"

Both women heard that response and visibly relaxed, realizing they must have been completely overthinking the dynamic. I, on the other hand, had a sudden internal realization of my own. George Lang possessed the basic version of the Acting skill! That meant my own efforts had successfully advanced my abilities to a higher tier, allowing me to easily see straight through his professional deception now.

The attractive server smoothly stepped up to the edge of the table to begin taking our formal orders, and from that point onward, the conversation naturally transitioned into mundane everyday things. I happily joined George in some light drinking as the afternoon progressed.

As the main meal was finally finishing up, George clearly had not forgotten the original reason he was invited out to lunch today. He set his glass down, looking across the table at me with a sharp, curious glint in his eyes. "Rick, now that we have gotten the food and family affairs completely out of the way, what exactly can I do for you?"

I wiped my mouth with a cloth napkin, sitting up perfectly straight before pulling out some detailed paperwork I had previously prepared with Hana's technical help. I smoothly handed the heavy notebook across the polished table to him, watching his eyes widen slightly as he read the large font on the cover. "Huh? Lang-Lee Raceway?!"

He aggressively started to flip through the initial layout pages, and I immediately stepped in to explain the core mechanics of the proposal. "I have been doing various business projects with all of my wives' families lately, and sadly, I realized I hadn't really done much with the Lang family yet, other than adding your existing businesses to my Harem-Chat company database. So, I came up with two distinct possibilities for you to look over as potential joint family projects."

I turned my head slightly, gesturing over toward my quiet wife to introduce the second option on the list. "Linda's biggest dream is to establish a major fashion company after she finishes graduating. She really does possess an amazing, natural talent for it, and she currently ranks second only to me in our university business class. So, I wanted to formally propose a major joint venture with her that she could completely take over after graduating, representing our official Branch Family under the name Lang Fashion Company. After she formally graduates from university, the brand name can officially become Linda Lang Fashion Inc. The distinct strategic advantage of this setup is that you get your initial capital investments entirely back, while becoming a major shareholder alongside Linda later down the line. I can personally promise you that her business will succeed massively."

George kept reading through my layout description of the high-speed racetrack, nodding slowly as he addressed the fashion proposal without looking up from the pages. "Back before you came along, Rick, I honestly didn't want to invest any family funds into building up Linda's possible business, preferring to just let Scott take it over entirely. But... if you are personally telling me right now that it will work, then I will gladly do it. Now, about this specific raceway project, why exactly did you settle on this concept?"

"Until the local weather turns completely sour, I will continue to race on the old downhill highway, and frankly, it is getting a bit stale for me," I explained, leaning forward to match his business mindset. "I want to thoroughly improve my skills as a professional driver, and the street racing scene is simply not enough anymore. As you can easily see from the financial records, the syndicates make a massive amount of money in underworld gambling, and the nobility thoroughly enjoys this hobby. A dedicated raceway would bring the commoners directly into the mix, completely exploding the total revenue, though admittedly only during the active racing season. The Black Snakes would easily benefit the most here from the territory layout."

George immediately locked into his corporate business mode, nodding along with my reasoning before pointing a finger at a structural flaw in the seasonal timeline. "What about the winter months? Would the massive raceway just sit completely empty and unprofitable during that half of the year?"

"Take a look directly at page thirty-three," I instructed smoothly, tapping the document to guide his attention. "The massive center field of the track can be fully converted into an outdoor ice rink for public recreation or professional hockey games. The modern technology for it is exceptionally good, and our local winter temperatures are absolutely perfect to maintain the ice surface with minimal overhead costs. The surrounding stadium seating originally built for the car races can be utilized for high-stakes professional hockey games. My only real uncertainty at the moment is the exact geographical location, and that is precisely where your corporation's real estate expertise comes in. Please don't make a final decision on this project today, but thoroughly look over the data like it wasn't me asking. See if your corporation actually wants to invest or not."

A genuine smile finally broke across George's face as he closed the binder, turning his focus toward me before addressing his daughter. "I will let you know our official stance within the next couple of weeks, before January ends at the absolute latest. And Linda, make sure you come up with a series of detailed proposals regarding the specific things you want and need to be completely successful with the fashion brand. The moment you have those drafts ready, we will hold a formal meeting with the executives at Lang Corporation."

With the intense business affairs fully out of the way, our group relaxed as the server brought out some light treats consisting of Pineapple Upside-down Cake. Linda actually allowed a slight, content smile to grace her lips, and both her father and I could easily tell just how incredibly happy she truly was at that exact moment.

Late Sunday night, the absolute eve before final exams...

Tina, Linda, Jenifer, Nadia, and Nichole had all retreated to their respective rooms exceptionally early to pull off some last-minute cramming, leaving the massive mansion feeling mostly peaceful and quiet. I decided that my own standard good-nights were needed, stepping away from the main hallway to head straight to bed.

Knock, knock! Mercy's bedroom door smoothly clicked open the exact moment I approached, revealing her standing in the threshold with her long hair still noticeably damp from a bath. She was only dressed in a light-blue robe, her hand reaching out to grab mine as she aggressively pulled me inside the room before anyone in the hallway could see us, which was incredibly cute.

"Rick, please go take a quick shower," Mercy whispered softly, her cheeks flushing as she looked at me through her lashes. "I will be waiting right in bed for you, if that is completely fine?"

I could easily tell from her nervous body language that because we shared so much heavy shower-play in the mornings, she was genuinely terrified that her actual first time would accidentally happen standing up in the shower if she came in with me. I offered her a reassuring nod, smoothly turning to head straight into her bathroom.

Around ten minutes later, I emerged back into her bedroom, the entire space now illuminated by only the dimmest, softest accent lighting.

She was currently resting on top of the covers, sitting gracefully on her knees in the center of the mattress. Mercy was now wearing a completely transparent white robe with absolutely no undergarments beneath the fabric, leaving her gorgeous naked body fully visible to my eyes. Clad only in my black boxers, I silently put my watch and things to the side before crawling onto the bed.

I lowered myself onto my knees right in front of her, our legs touching gently in the quiet room. Without uttering a single spoken word, I reached out to slowly remove the transparent white robe from her now fully naked form, letting the fabric slide down her shoulders.

Leaning forward, I pressed my lips firmly against hers, gently pushing her backward onto the pillows until I was resting directly on top of her. After a few minutes of slow, intense kissing, I began to purposefully work my way down her soft body, stopping for a short while on her firm, silky breasts to take each nipple into my mouth to aggressively stimulate her body.

"Master~, I love you," Mercy whimpered softly, her voice trembling with pure emotion.

Hearing her words as I continued to kiss my way down her flat belly, I could only smile at her sudden choice of words. She had explicitly been calling me Rick in private much more lately, but I guess when it came to actual sex, her mind automatically reverted to Master. Either way, it thoroughly aroused me when she said it like that.

Soon enough, I positioned myself right between her toned legs, noticing that she had freshly cleaned her pussy to ensure it was completely smooth and inviting for me. I immediately leaned down, letting my tongue lick across her soft folds to get her thoroughly aroused.

While I was deeply tasting her ever-soaking clit, I reached down to remove my boxers, my hands gently caressing the smooth skin of her toned legs and shapely hips. Mercy's hands aggressively ran through my hair, gripping tightly to let me know that my intense ministrations were exactly what her body wanted. Suddenly, she gently pulled my head up to stop me, looking up with flushed cheeks. "I don't want to finish like this. Lay right on your back here, Master."

"Sure, anything you want, Mercy," I agreed instantly, flashing her a confident smile.

As the two of us smoothly switched physical spots on the mattress, I could easily see her smiling happily at my immediate agreement and my willingness to listen to her exact desires.

Now resting flat in the center of the bed while looking up into her deep blue eyes, she straddled my waist and mounted on top of me. She bit down hard on her bottom lip, her fingers fumbling around between our bodies to grasp my penis and line it up with her core. I was completely rock hard after refraining from sex for a while.

The exact moment I felt the head of my length enter her tight slit, she forced her weight straight down with her eyes squeezed completely closed.

I could instantly feel the incredibly wet, tight sensation of her vagina tightly constricting around my shaft, along with the undeniable fact that this was truly her first time. There was absolutely no hymen present due to her lifetime of rigorous martial arts training, which was honestly much better for her comfort.

With all eight inches fully buried inside her all the way to the base, Mercy sat up perfectly straight, gasping for breath as her body acclimated to my size.

Her blue eyes slowly opened to lock directly into mine, a beautiful, loving smile breaking across her face. "Master, now you have my everything. Thanks for waiting for my heart to be completely ready for you. This is my official oath to serve you until our last breaths. I love you, Rick."

My two hands immediately trailed up her exceptionally firm stomach, moving past her ribs to firmly grasp her gorgeous D-cups. With a gentle, deliberate squeeze that caused her internal muscles to instantly clench around my shaft, I looked up at her. "Your methods of seducing me were slow and careful, making me want to never let you go, and I can't. Mercy Mu, I have absolutely no regrets loving you. Let's begin."

Hearing that command, she immediately began to lift and lower her hips in a steady rhythm, the friction creating lewd, wet noises inside the quiet room. She was intentionally only moving a few inches at a time, keeping her in-and-out motions strictly limited for the moment. I figured she was deliberately refraining from long, deep thrusts out of sensitivity, but that was perfectly fine with me; our future together was incredibly long, and I thoroughly enjoyed this slow, gentle sex.

I reached my arms around her back, sitting up completely to bury my face in her chest so I could hungrily suck on her breast. The movement transitioned us both into a sitting position on the bed, which was absolutely perfect for the slow, deep thrusts she was now delivering as she rode me.

Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck and shoulders, pulling my head in closer so I could suck even harder on her sensitive nipples.

"Ah?! Master~ I am Cumming~!" Mercy cried out, her voice breaking as her climax hit her full force.

She dropped her weight completely down to my base, aggressively grinding her soaking pussy directly onto my lap while hugging my body twice as hard as before, her teeth gently biting down into my shoulder. The sudden, intense feeling of her bite combined with the tightening walls of her vagina completely pushed me over the edge, and I let it all out, shooting my hot load deep inside her.

"I am cumming inside you, Mercy, take me! Make our baby!" I groaned against her skin, holding her hips tight.

Hearing my desperate words, she could clearly feel another distinct physical change pooling deep inside her belly—a sudden, intense rush of internal warmth. She immediately froze her hips, making absolutely sure to not move a single millimeter more, genuinely afraid that any of my seed might accidentally leak out of her womb. Mercy's eyes noticeably moistened with tears of pure happiness as she looked past my shoulder at her family sword mounted on the wall, a radiant smile gracing her lips.

As both of us finally finished fully, she looked down into my face with an incredibly happy, mischievous grin. "I now know the absolute best way to empty you in the shower, fufu."

This time, Mercy playfully pushed me flat back onto the pillows while kissing me deeply, and it became instantly clear that our night would absolutely not be ending after just one single round...