Chapter 182: Leaving My Childhood Friend Behind!

Chapter 182: Leaving My Childhood Friend Behind!

As the heavy fog of sleep slowly lifted from my mind, a profound, yielding warmth pressed heavily against my chest, the unmistakable sensation of tremendous soft water-balloons anchoring me to reality. Silk-like strands of long white hair draped across my bare collarbone and torso while I instinctively tightened my arms around Kate, who was still deeply asleep in my embrace.

Memories of last night flooded back, reminding me of how we had shared a late bottle of wine, letting our mutual sexual frustration guide us to stay over at her home on Lot 9. Our long-awaited first time making love had not been super erotic or excessively wild, unfolding instead with a tender, deeply intimate rhythm.

I gently brushed the stray white locks away from her face, watching her sleeping cuteness as her pale lips mumbled faint, wordless sounds in her slumber. Kate held onto me tightly, treating me just like one of the many stuffed animals laying scattered across the mattress around us.

Amused by her possessiveness, I glanced over at the pillow sitting right beside my head, staring directly into the cartoon image of my own face printed onto the fabric.

"That... Is both cute and creepy," I whispered to the empty room, a small laugh caught in my throat.

Kate's long eyelashes fluttered, her deep red eyes slowly opening as she absorbed the radiant warmth of my body, the lingering soreness in her lower body, and the unmistakable, musk-heavy scent of sex in the air. A slow, beautiful curl formed at the corners of her lips, her gaze locking onto mine with sleepy adoration.

"Rick, if I am dreaming again, do not wake me, okay?" she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

Kate slid her fingers behind my neck, pulling my head down closer to her face to press a slow, lingering kiss against my lips.

When she finally pulled back, her red eyes shone with a sudden, serious intensity as she smiled up at me. "I don't want to be your childhood friend anymore... I am now your lover, so I give you everything. Can we make love again?"

The invitation sent an immediate jolt straight to my groin, my morning wood already rocking hard against her thigh, so I smoothly rolled her over onto her back. I smiled down into her expectant, wide eyes, letting a teasing grin slip across my face as I leaned over her.

"Kate, you know I used to think of you in the shower a lot in high-school," I joked, my voice dropping to a low purr. "To think I am now making love to my idol crush."

Without waiting another second, I aligned our bodies and slid myself deep inside of her welcoming warmth. She was completely ready for me, and although a brief flash of pain crossed her features, her lips split into a beautiful smile at my raw eagerness to be inside of her.

Kate wrapped her slender legs tightly around my waist, pulling me deeper as her breath hitched against my neck. "I needed to wait for this day for too long. I know I will walk funny later, fufu. But, waiting till our movie was made, I feel the wait was worth it... I love you my Action Hero~!"

Lowering my head, I took one of her still-swollen nipples directly into my mouth, teasing and abusing the sensitive peak while my hips established a slow, heavy pumping rhythm against her core. Kate did not protest, her fingers gently threading through my short black hair, rubbing my head like a mother comforting and feeding a child.

After fifteen minutes of intense, unhurried friction, the tension broke, causing Kate and I to grunt loudly together as my release flooded her, filling her tummy with a sudden, deep internal warmth. Kate collapsed back into the sheets, a blissful smile on her face as if she had finally claimed the personal idol she had dreamed about for years.

We eventually rolled onto our sides, her right leg still resting heavily over my arm from when I had been driving into her from behind, so I gently lowered her limb down back onto the mattress. Pulling her spine tight against my chest in a warm spooning position, I smoothed her hair down.

"Sweetheart, are you feeling alright?" I asked, checking on her.

Kate pointed a manicured finger toward her smartphone resting on the nightstand right next to my side of the bed.

"I am definitely sore," she answered, her body trembling slightly against mine. "But I will just take some Ibuprofen and a warm bath, and I will probably be fine, fufu. Dear, pass me my phone, would you."

I reached over to grab the device, handing it into her small palms as she immediately began dialing a number on the screen. She turned her head back to look at me, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she pressed a single finger over her mouth in a sharp, shushing motion.

"Oh, I am sorry Ana, I miss dialed," Kate spoke into the receiver, her voice dripping with artificial innocence. "I just woke up from a long night with Rick next to me, and my eyes were blurry, I meant to call Jean. Oh and how are you after the filming yesterday?"

What the fuck, did she seriously just prank call Ana just to rub our night together directly in her face? I stared at her, wondering if the two of them were just using me as some kind of trophy prize, or if Ana had been taunting her for staying a virgin for so long.

"Huh? What do you mean you don't believe me?" Kate giggled, her eyes flashing with a competitive glint. "Here, talk to Rick."

Before I could object, she shoved the phone directly into my hand, leaving me to stupidly press the speaker to my ear.

"Morning?" I offered hesitantly.

[Am I on speaker Rick?] Ana's voice came through the line, sharp and testing.

"No," I replied honestly.

[Was I first?] she demanded next.

"Yes," I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck.

[Ufufu, Then I am happy, I love you Rick, now let me pretend to be upset with Kate, and please be safe on your trip to the United Kingdom, alright.] Ana's tone shifted into a satisfied, hidden purr.

"Here is Kate, bye," I muttered, quickly handing the phone back to the smug girl waiting beside me.

Kate grabbed the device back as her triumphant smile blossomed across her face, completely oblivious to Ana's deeper game. It seemed Ana was intentionally making a massive deal out of catching us in bed, showing exactly why she was so incredibly sneaky.

Even when Ana wins, she somehow manages to manipulate her rivals into thinking they lost, making me let out a quiet sigh.

Soon enough, the incredibly smug Kate hung up the call and lunged forward, pressing a hard, enthusiastic victory kiss against my lips.

"There! Now that woman will stop flirting with you, fufu!" she cheered, throwing her arms into the air. "Let's go to the mansion dear, I want to see my sisters!"

I watched her bounce around the bed, acting exactly like a little kid who wanted to run a victory lap around the entire house. Still, despite how ridiculous it was, I found her petty antics incredibly cute.

The night arrived before I was scheduled to board the massive commercial airliner for the long flight over to Boston, Virginia.

I had been forced to coordinate in advance to have the majority of my personal weapon cache sent or smuggled directly into America ahead of my arrival. Due to strict airport security and international flight regulations, I was only permitted to check a single pair of handguns and my Katana into the cargo hold with me.

Curious about what alternative gear had been arranged, I checked the inventory of what my amazing Lucy had actually managed to send ahead to the safehouse in America. She had shipped a fucking Rocket Launcher, accompanied by a heavy wooden box packed with ten military-grade fragmentation grenades.

My Lucy was absolutely terrifying when it came to logistics, I realized, a cold sweat breaking out on my neck.

Currently, I was staying in Kim's third-floor bedroom located directly over Hana's apartment, watching my fiancee toss and turn. She was completely unable to sleep well, her mind entirely consumed by a mixture of intense excitement and severe nervousness that something terrible was going to go wrong on this trip.

Sadly, she had absolutely no clue just how wrong things were actually going to end up, but I resolved right then that no matter what happened, I would keep Kim safe.

The petite, short Kim lay flat against my bare chest, her vibrant green eyes staring intently up into my blue eyes. Leaning upward, she pressed another soft, desperate kiss against my lips, continuing a silent staring contest that had lasted for nearly ten minutes while her anxious brain whirled in utter chaos.

"Rick, I will be your wife, right?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly as she repeated the exact same question she had been asking me once every sixty seconds.

"My silly Kim, yes, no matter what, you will be my wife, and I will marry you immediately," I answered softly, running my fingers through her hair to soothe her. "I could never not want my Teacher around. Plus you're beautiful."

I kept tacking on more and more genuine reasons every single time she asked, knowing that Kim was currently an absolute nervous wreck. She was terrified that I would grow to hate her family or suddenly change my mind about the wedding once we touched down in the states.

She bit her bottom lip hard, her green eyes shimmering with a sudden, raw vulnerability before she spoke. "I know why I can't sleep... My fear of commitment... Rick, right-now, I want to make our baby. I want you so much, please?"

Realization clicked in my mind, making me realize she was terrified I would abandon her, and she wanted to force the consummation right now to secure us.

"Kim, you need to take a deep breath," I said firmly, placing my hands on her shoulders and looking directly into her eyes. "I know what you are feeling, and sex is not the answer. If I make love to you now, you will deep in your heart regret your past."

She paused, listening as I continued to lay it out for her. "My strong and confident Kim would regret it in the future. I will not go anywhere, so we can still wait till after our vows."

Kim squeezed her arms tight around my torso, leaning her head against my shoulder as she realized my words were entirely right on the mark.

"You are probably right on the mark, I just wanted you to know I trust and love you," she whispered, a small, self-deprecating laugh escaping her lips. "But I forgot, you trust and love me. Well, I can get pregnant when university starts too, ha-ha. Let me reward my fiance for being understanding."

A playful, wicked grin suddenly flashed across Kim's face as she dynamically slid her body down beneath the heavy cotton sheets. I felt her warm hands grip my thighs as she leaned down to deliver enthusiastic CPR to my rapidly growing morning erection.

Yeah, I easily could have taken her virginity right then and had full sex with her, but her long-term emotional well-being and feelings were far more important to me.

The following morning, Hinata, Kim, and I gathered our heavy travel bags downstairs, quickly ate a hearty breakfast, and began shouting our goodbyes to the rest of the household. It turned out to be an exhausting avalanche of hugs and kisses, especially when you factored in all of my children running around my legs.

Hinata stood near the doorway, looking like a breathtaking, traditional sword maiden in her beautiful blue kimono while she cradled her twin swords and my own blade securely in her embrace. Under normal circumstances, I never would have allowed a pregnant woman to board a long international flight, but she had fiercely insisted due to her bound personality.

Even when I had explicitly ordered her to stay behind at the mansion, she had flatly refused my command, a stubborn defiance that actually made me feel good inside. It proved that our relationship was built on genuine partnership, not some archaic dynamic of master and slave.

Kim stood beside her, dressed in a rugged American style consisting of tight bluejeans, leather cowgirl boots, and a wide-brimmed stetson hat tipped over her eyes. She had managed to get a few solid hours of sleep after successfully releasing my tension and freeing her own heart from its anxiety.

Her gorgeous smile was fully back on display as she waved goodbye to her fellow sister-wives, shouting promises to upload every single trip picture into Harem-Chat to keep the wives updated.

Finally, Mei pulled the car up to the front curb, acting as our driver to take us out to the major International Airlines terminal instead of using my personal, private airfield.

I was thoroughly confused when Mei suddenly steered the vehicle off the main highway and brought us to a smooth stop right outside the Velvet Tower. My confusion turned to absolute shock when my eyes landed on a solitary woman standing on the sidewalk, a large suitcase resting on the concrete beside her.

She was dressed in the flowing, elaborate robes of an ancient China Empire practitioner, her fingers loosely gripping her double-edged Jian sword as she stared through the window directly into my surprised eyes. Mei hopped out of the front seat without a word, opening the rear door for the newcomer before tossing her heavy suitcase into the trunk.

"Lan Chow greets Master, Miss Smith, and Miss Kyusho," the woman announced formally, bowing her head slightly before sliding into the cabin. "I will take my seat."

I caught sight of Mei smirking playfully in the rearview mirror as she slammed the door shut and shifted the car back into drive. The complete lack of surprise on Hinata's calm face told me instantly that this entire encounter had been a highly coordinated, pre-planned event behind my back.

Kim looked completely bewildered by the sudden addition, and the fact that we had picked her up from this specific location made me glance up toward the 40th floor in sudden, clicking understanding.

"Um, Miss Chow, are you coming to America with me and Rick?" Kim asked, her voice trailing off as she stared at the sword-wielding woman sitting right next to us.

Lan nodded smoothly, her gaze remaining entirely steady as she addressed her. "Master Lee will need more protection on his adventure," Lan explained, her voice carrying a calm, unyielding weight. "If you and he split up, how can Miss Kyusho watch you both? America is very dangerous, and Rick will need helping hands. I also have to protect Rick from those who wish to take away all of our hopes and dreams."

Master Lee. Hearing that specific title sounded incredibly funny in my mind, but unlike many of the others currently surrounding me, she clearly had absolutely no problem calling me Rick in the very next breath.

Even though she was fully aware of exactly who I was, she somehow managed to mix deep reverence and casualness in such a unique way that I still completely failed to understand her true internal feelings.

"Oh, then just call me Kim, and I will call you Lan then, alright?" Kim offered, extending a warm olive branch to break the ice.

Lan gave a single, firm nod of agreement. Mimicking Hinata's exact posture, she softly closed her eyes to rest her thoughts, withdrawing into a quiet meditation.

As the car moved, I suddenly realized something incredibly odd about our current seating arrangement. Locked together in the back of this single limo, I was a native from Eurasia, Kim hailed from North America, Hinata represented the Japan Empire, and Lan was a pure product of the China Empire.

A sudden, irrepressible grin forced its way across my face as I stared at the sheer geopolitical absurdity of the situation.

I seemed to not have been the only one to come to this exact realization. All three women suddenly snapped their eyes open and looked around the cabin at one another, clearly sharing my exact same thought at the exact same moment.

"Cough, Seems our group will draw looks no matter where we go, ha-ha," I muttered, coughing lightly into my fist to break the strange, thick air hanging between us.

Before long, the car came to a final stop, and we were all getting out of my limo to begin stacking our heavy bags onto a metal luggage cart.

Mei stepped up close to me on the busy sidewalk. Completely ignoring her formal maid uniform and the crowded environment, I reached out, lifted her chin with my fingers, and kissed her passionately right in public.

She did not offer even a hint of refusal, wrapping her arms tightly around me to hold me close against her chest. She was fully aware that I was walking directly into severe danger, and she absolutely hated the fact that she was forbidden from coming along to back me up.

United Kingdom States travel regulations were incredibly strict, and America would absolutely not allow a suspected foreign spy to set foot inside their Royal Capital of Boston.

"Rick, Lucy said she will be watching as much as she can, just don't leave your smartphone behind," Mei whispered into my ear, her grip tightening on my jacket. "Just... come back safe. I still need my future baby's daddy in my life. I will also use your computer room to aid you, so call often."

"I will be safe just for you, Mei," I promised, kissing the top of her head. "Love you and goodbye."

Mei stood perfectly still, watching silently as the four of us slowly vanished into the thick crowd of travelers pushing toward the terminal. She let out a long, heavy sigh, turned back toward the vehicle, and finally drove away.

Soon, after enduring the tedious process of getting our heavy bags checked through security and finally boarding the massive 747 airliner, we took our designated seats in the First Class cabin. Hinata and Lan settled into the row directly behind us, maintaining their protective watch.

Kim immediately pressed her face against the thick glass, looking out of the window with the wide-eyed wonder of a small child before she turned back to face me.

"This is your first 747 ride, so are you sure you do not want the window, Rick?" she asked, her eyes gleaming.

I shook my head slowly, reaching over to wrap my palm securely around her hand. "No, I like the idea of keeping you happy," I answered softly, squeezing her fingers. "Watching you look out puts a smile on my face."

After sitting on the tarmac for a while, we were instructed to pay attention as a sexy American stewardess began demonstrating the mandatory safety drills at the front of the cabin.

Oh, that's right, we were officially flying on American Airlines, meaning the entire flight crew consisted of native Americans.

Over half of the passenger cabin was entirely full of North Americans, mixed in with a large number of wealthy Eurasian businessmen and women traveling for international trade. The two massive countries were historically very friendly and open with one another, so a heavily mixed flight like this was always to be expected on this route.

Still, I knew the second we touched down over there, I was bound to stand out a bit from the crowd. Lan and Hinata would undoubtedly stand out the most, purely due to their distinct foreign ethnicity and striking, head-turning beauty.

Moments later, the heavy engines roared to life, lifting our massive frame off the runway to begin the grueling eight-hour flight across the ocean.

Right after lift-off, just as the plane reached its cruising altitude, a sharp, silent vibration pulsed directly against my thigh. I pulled out my phone to see an Unknown Number flashing on the screen, and my gut instantly warned me that this was not a friendly conversation.

Pressing the device firmly against my ear, I deliberately kept my mouth shut and said absolutely nothing.

[Rick Lee, you actually had the balls to leave the safety of Eurasia?] a voice hissed through the speaker, heavily distorted by a mechanical scrambler. [Well, let me throw you a grand welcoming party. I will enjoy taking your happiness away. So enjoy it while it lasts. Click... do do do...]

The line went completely dead. Even with the heavy audio scrambling filtering the words, I knew with absolute certainty that it was Scott on the other end.

My immediate guess was that Laura was sitting right there beside him, sporting a sick, twisted smile while they planned my demise.

Well, if they wanted a fight, I would gladly welcome their little welcoming party with open arms and plenty of explosive fireworks.