Chapter 23: The Charm of an Older Woman!

Chapter 23: The Charm of an Older Woman!

The guard at the front gate recognized my old BMW and waved me right through the security barrier. This exclusive, gated community was known as The Garden. All the luxury homes inside featured unique architectural styles, but they all shared one uniform rule: every single house had to be painted a flawless white. The private roads were lined with sweeping willow trees, giving the entire neighborhood an air of quiet elegance.

Hana lived at lot 7, meaning her property sat on the right side of the main road, the fourth estate in the row. The community utilized a strict layout where all odd-numbered lots sat on the right and even numbers occupied the left. In total, the community contained twenty massive properties, each sitting on a lot measuring three hundred by three hundred feet. The place was intensely expensive.

Basically, every single residential lot was as wide and long as a football field. That layout gave you a clear picture of exactly how wealthy Hana was, even though her home was actually one of the smaller structures on the block. The estates flanking her at lots 5 and 9 were enormous, three-story mansions.

The three properties directly across the street at lots 6, 8, and 10 were medium-sized, two-story houses with entirely different designs.

I pulled up to her driveway and punched the security code into the gate terminal. I didn't spot Mary's police cruiser anywhere around the property, which meant the girls hadn't made it back from their spa session yet.

It took me three separate trips from the trunk just to haul in all the premium groceries I had picked up at the market. I immediately unpacked the ingredients, putting the cold items away to let them chill before I officially started prepping the kitchen.

The dinner plan for tonight was a massive feast: thick sirloin steaks topped with sauteed mushrooms and sweet onions, sides of crisp asparagus tossed in sage butter, and fully loaded baked potatoes. For dessert, I was whipping up a batch of rich chocolate pudding.

I didn't purchase any alcohol for Mary since she had to drive back home and was actively trying to get pregnant, but she was completely fine with that arrangement. I picked up some high-end ginger ale to give her a nice, fake drinking pleasure instead. Hana, on the other hand, was getting a bottle of fine red wine.

The fundamental preparations for the meal were incredibly straightforward. I thoroughly washed the potatoes, rolled them tightly in heavy aluminum foil with generous slabs of real butter, and set them aside. Next up was the chocolate pudding, whisking it smoothly until it was ready to set.

Once the dessert was taken care of, I chopped and portioned all the vegetables, storing them back in the refrigerator to keep them crisp. Finally, I tenderized the sirloins, coating the meat heavily with seasoned salts and my own blend of spices. With the seasoned steaks resting in the fridge, the final cook would take no time at all. I tossed the wrapped potatoes into the oven to start a slow bake, and the heavy lifting was done.

With time to kill, I pulled out my laptop to run a deep digital reconnaissance session on the operational security details for the upcoming job I was handling for Tina Feng. This week, we were heading into a high-stakes, two-day summit involving the senior managers of the region's four main crime syndicates. The meeting was called to hammer out a lasting peace treaty after the Black Snakes and the Crouching Tigers recently went to war in the streets. Because of the heavy friction, the Fire Birds and the Hidden Dragons were stepping in to act as mediators for the terms.

The ultimate bosses of the syndicates weren't going to show up personally. They viewed this dangerous sit-down as a perfect trial by fire for their respective vice-leaders. Yeah, Tina Feng was officially the newly appointed vice-leader of the Fire Birds. Surprise, surprise.

Truthfully, the only reason I possessed all of this sensitive intelligence was due to the strict non-disclosure clause in my employment contract. I was legally barred from breathing a single word of what I saw or heard to anyone without Tina's explicit authorization. That included my own family—and it especially included my police detective wife. If I leaked even a single detail of the operation, I would be forced to return every single cent of my wages, hit with a permanent contract failure, and likely blacklisted from ever working as a high-tier bodyguard again.

To mitigate the risk, I had already spent my free time hacking directly into the closed-circuit security cameras and automated alarm networks of the luxury hotel hosting the summit. I successfully routed all the administrative backend controls straight to my smartphone.

This digital intrusion gave me absolute tactical control over the entire physical infrastructure of the building the moment we arrived. With a single tap on my screen, I could cut the main power grid, kill the backup generators, activate or disable the overhead sprinkler system, trigger the fire alarms, freeze the elevators, and—most importantly—override every single electronic lock on every single room door in the hotel. Did I ever mention that master-tier hackers are terrifying?

Was I doing all of this intensive preparation just to look out for Tina Feng? Fuck no. This digital safety net was purely to keep my own ass from getting slaughtered in a sudden crossfire or an ambush. I didn't give a single shit if those syndicate motherfuckers decided to stab each other through the ribs or open fire across the conference table. My solitary objective was to keep Tina Feng alive and breathing. I wasn't going to lift a finger to save any of her generic street soldiers.

I was under no illusion that I possessed some kind of magical plot armor or that I was the unstoppable badass of the city. No way. Even my old man, with all his elite skills, had been brought down permanently by random human trash. In the real world, survival boiled down to meticulous preparation.

Ding, ding!

The kitchen timer app on my smartphone went off, alerting me that it was time to start the actual cooking process. I thoroughly washed my hands, lined up every single pan, utensil, and ingredient on the counter ahead of time, and fired up the professional gas range. The burners erupted with brilliant blue fire.

"And now, we cook with fire!" I shouted to the empty room, chuckling to myself.

As I was nerd-yelling at the steaks hitting the hot iron skillet, I completely failed to notice the front door opening. The two women walked right into the kitchen, catching my childish display red-handed, cough.

Mary, being an absolute slave to her appetite, was the first to speak.

"That smells absolutely amazing, Rick!"

Hana set down a couple of high-end shopping bags from the spa, walking straight over to the stove to watch me work. She leaned in, planting a warm kiss right on my lips with a massive grin. I wasn't entirely sure why her mood was through the roof, but I wasn't about to complain.

"I've only ever eaten your food after the fact, I've never actually seen you work in the kitchen," Hana said, her eyes tracking the movement of my hands.

"This is a really nice view."

While the steaks were searing steadily in the pan, I quickly poured them their drinks—a chilled ginger ale for Mary and a deep pour of red wine for Hana—before returning to the range to flip the meat.

"You two look incredibly relaxed and pampered," I noted, checking them out. "Was the spa day fun?"

For the rest of the cooking session, the girls took turns detailing every aspect of their afternoon treatments. Once the meat was perfectly done, I playfully kicked them both out of the kitchen so they could wash their hands. I started plating the steaks, garnishing the loaded potatoes, and arranging the sides before carrying the heavy plates straight to the dining table.

"Dig in, ladies!"

Now, this exact scene right here was a vivid reflection of what the average married household looked like in this world. It matched that old classic song perfectly—two girls for every boy.

Yes, with a global population ratio sitting at two women for every single man, the vast majority of middle-class households consisted of one husband and two wives. Poor families, like the one my dad grew up in, usually maintained a standard one-to-one ratio because of financial limitations. Only the ultra-wealthy upper class could afford to maintain households with more than two wives.

And even if you possessed the massive bank account required to support more than two spouses, you still had to be capable of managing the intense domestic politics. You had to keep the women from turning on one another out of pure jealousy or engaging in underhanded sabotage. A woman's heart is not a weapon to be trifled with lightly. You only had to look at Scott Tang and the Ning twins to see the fallout of bad management. Because Scott treated them like garbage, they actively destroyed his entire love life from the shadows.

If Scott had simply possessed the intelligence to make Nadia his first wife to satisfy her obsession with wealth, and then brought Nichole in as his second, they never would have left a glaring vulnerability for me to exploit and blackmail. Worse, the way the twins behaved made it feel like they almost wanted me to blackmail them. Was that some kind of twisted elite fetish?

Hana's voice broke me out of my internal monologue.

"If you're strictly forbidding me from helping with the dishes, then I am going to head upstairs to take a long bath," she said, stretching her arms. "That will give you plenty of time to send off sister Mary without me interrupting. Take your time, Rick, I usually soak for at least a half hour anyway. See you next week, Mary."

"Yes, definitely," Mary replied with a bright smile. "We can hit the mall for some real shopping next time. We can make this a regular thing and force him to cook for us every single week, ufufu!"

"As long as I’m not on an active assignment," I chimed in, clearing the table. "But even if I do have a shift, I’ll prep a massive tray of lasagna ahead of time so you two can just heat it up and eat."

Hana vanished down the hallway toward the master bathroom. I walked Mary out to her cruiser, handing her a carefully packed doggy bag of leftovers to take along for her upcoming shift.

Standing beside the driver's door, I decided to deliver a semi-masked warning to keep her safe.

"I have a contact who keeps tabs on Steve Woo," I said, my tone dropping to a serious whisper. "Keep your eyes open around him at the precinct. The moment he verified the legal filing for our marriage, he completely trashed his personal office in a rage. Don't ask me how I uncovered that intelligence, because the source is tightly bound under my current confidentiality contract."

Mary took the warning completely seriously, her expression hardening before a sharp smirk touched her lips.

"Then Steve Woo is going to hear a very loud rumor that I am most likely already pregnant with our first child, fufu," she said confidently. "Nothing deters an obsessive man quite like a pregnant woman. I wasn't planning on announcing our attempts until later, but this fucker is clearly unstable. To wreck his own office means his obsession is dangerous, and he represents a direct threat to our future baby. I will be incredibly careful on duty, Rick. If anything looks off, I’ll call you immediately."

I pulled her into a deep, intense kiss, thoroughly relieved by how wise and sharp her tactical mindset was. In our line of work, stupid officers tended to end up dead in a ditch. The fact that Mary possessed sharp survival instincts brought me an immense amount of comfort.

A moment later, her car pulled out of the driveway, heading home so she could catch a few hours of sleep before her shift.

As the taillights disappeared down the elegant road of The Garden, the reality of the situation fully settled in my mind. I was about to spend the entire night alone with Doctor Hana Chang—a thoroughly experienced, mature woman.

I headed back inside the quiet house, grabbed a fresh change of clothes, and stripped down completely as I walked into the master bathroom. No, I wasn't planning on jumping straight into her soaking tub uninvited; I was just going to use the adjacent glass shower enclosure. Besides, she had already seen every single inch of my naked body before, so there was absolutely no reason to be shy.

Hearing me walk into the bathroom and turn on the water, Hana smiled from her spot in the soaking tub.

"You sure are getting comfortable fast, right?" she asked.

The glass wall of the shower enclosure blocked her completely from my view, but my voice carried perfectly over the sound of the spray.

"You told me that we are a couple now and to make this place home," I called back, stepping under the streaming water. "So I am. Is this not alright? Do you want me to go?"

She didn't reply verbally. Instead, the heavy glass door slid open with a soft click, and a smiling, five-foot-seven-inch Hana invaded my space. Her long hair was already completely soaked, clinging to her shoulders as she stepped under the downpour and wrapped her arms around my neck. The moment our lips locked, I could feel an intense, driving hunger in her kiss. It felt like she had been waiting all week for this exact second.

Hana’s bathroom featured an incredible three-direction custom shower system. It utilized flush-mounted panels that sprayed simultaneously from the front, the back, and directly overhead. The water didn't shoot out in a harsh stream like a typical shower head; it cascaded down in a dense, heavy pattern that gave you the exact illusion of standing out in a warm rainstorm. The entire enclosure was lined with deep blue tile set against stark white grout. Along the entire length of the back wall sat a built-in bench, measuring three feet high and a foot wide, serving as a perfect ledge for holding bottles or sitting down.

I pulled her body tight against mine, kissing her neck while my right hand moved up to firmly cup and squeeze her left breast. My left hand slid lower, firmly kneading the muscle of her thigh with a heavy, rhythmic pressure.

I couldn't hold back my appetite for her. I leaned down and took her left nipple directly into my mouth, sucking on it heavily. Hana possessed a pair of gorgeous D-cups just like Mary, but her breasts were slightly firmer and carried a more perky, upright shape that made them feel even larger in my hands without quite crossing into E-cup territory.

My right hand traveled lower, sliding between her thighs to target her cleanly shaven folds. Finding her clit, I began rubbing it with a steady, calculated friction. I switched back and forth between her nipples to balance out the attention. Her hands locked onto my head and pressed against my back, pulling me down in a clear hint that she wanted me to use my tongue. If my only baseline of experience had been with the Nings or the Tang twins, I might have felt out of my depth with a mature woman. But thanks to my extensive conditioning with Mary, I felt completely confident.

I gently guided her down onto the tiled bench and dropped to one knee on the wet floor to get between her legs. She smiled at my eagerness to please her. My grandmaster martial arts training and high-level acrobatic flexibility came in handy for managing the tight spatial angles inside the stall. I lifted her left foot, propping it securely over my right knee to pull her thighs wide open, and dove right in.

Because of the heavy downpour showering down on us, I couldn't easily lap up her juices directly, so I focused my tongue entirely on her clit. I maintained a relentless, rapid vibration right against her sweet spot. Hana’s hands guided my head, shifting my face exactly where she wanted the pressure. Her muffled moans echoed off the tile until her entire body locked up, tightening violently as a massive climax ripped through her.

Once her breathing stabilized and her mind came back into focus, I rinsed my mouth and face under the spray. I pulled her up into a wet, breathless kiss. My patience was completely shot, and I intended to slide myself right inside her and unload immediately. But Hana caught my dick in her hand, shaking her head with a knowing smirk.

"Breathe and calm down, you are way too impatient," she murmured. "I just finished, so give me a minute. You will feel a lot better if you wait, I promise. Now let's get out and dry off."

I nodded, though inwardly I was dying from the forced delay. But she was the one with real, real-world experience here, so I listened. We stepped out of the enclosure and dried ourselves off completely. Then she took my hand and led me straight into her bedroom, where a massive king-sized bed was made up with pink sheets.

She told me to lay back right in the center of the mattress and grab onto the metal headboard bars. I watched as she pulled a long silk nightgown out of her closet. She used the smooth fabric to tie my wrists securely to the frame above my head. We both knew my physical strength was high enough to rip right out of the restraint instantly, but she was playing a deliberate game. I had seen scenarios like this in adult videos before, but I never expected to experience it firsthand.

Hana climbed onto the mattress, straddling my hips. Instead of sliding me inside her immediately, she leaned forward and teased me by rubbing my length directly against the exterior of her wet slit. It felt like she was warming up a vibrating toy, sending a heavy jolt of friction straight to my core.

"If you ask me nicely, I will put it in me," she whispered, sporting the devious grin of a naughty teacher.

Her playful attitude completely relaxed me. I looked up into her striking blue eyes and matched her smile.

"My beautiful, sexy, and loving Hana, please put it inside you so I can make you mine forever."

"Damn, that was a good line," she laughed, her eyes softening. "I planned on torturing you a bit longer, but I'm officially moved."

Without any more hesitation, she lined me up and plunged down, burying my entire penis deep inside her core in one heavy stroke.

"Ahhh! Fuck, you are definitely bigger than what I’m used to," she gasped, her inner walls clamping down hard around my shaft. "Oh, I really should have gone slower, haha."

"Oh no, Hana... it feels too good," I groaned, my hips twitching involuntarily against her thighs. "I might not last long at all!"

Seeing the sheer panic on my face, she remained completely still, pinning me down as she delivered a calm explanation.

"Honey, that's exactly why I made you wait in the bathroom. I wanted to make it erupt. We aren't going to have sex just once tonight. No, I am going to get this first round out of the way immediately. That way, our next round is pure, passionate lovemaking instead of just a quick fuck. Get it now?"

The tight, wet heat of her internal muscles was driving me over the brink. I could feel my climax hitting the point of no return.

"Honestly, Hana, I only processed about half of that," I panted, my eyes rolling back. "Can you please move, dear?!"

Slap, slap, slap!

Hana grinned widely, shifting gears from zero to absolute overdrive. She began hammering up and down on my shaft with lightning-fast, rhythmic thrusts, her wet folds slapping hard against my pelvic bone.

Between the intense buildup from holding back and her sudden transition into a literal adult-star pace, my brain completely stopped functioning. My dick demanded absolute freedom. Hana and I both felt the exact moment my body unlocked, unleashing a massive, high-pressure torrent of thick, white semen directly into her stomach.

Hana immediately slammed her hips down all the way to my base, anchoring herself firmly to seal the entry and keep every single drop of the internal ejaculation locked inside her womb. She stared down at my contorted, ecstatic face with a victorious smile.

"So, is listening to your lover worth it?" she asked playfully. "On a scale of one to ten, how did I do?"

"That was hands down the single best finish of my entire life, even counting the times I handled it alone," I breathed, my voice hoarse. "I give that a solid seventeen out of ten!"

Hearing my praise, Hana let out a soft laugh and transitioned into a slow, gentle in-and-out grinding motion. She leaned up, untying the silk nightgown from my wrists to free my hands.

"Now that both of us have cleared out that initial wave of lust, the rest of the night belongs entirely to lovemaking," she whispered against my lips. "Now, show me exactly how much you want to love me."

She leaned down to seal our lips in a deep, affectionate kiss. I gripped her waist and rolled our bodies over, shifting myself onto the dominant top position. I looked straight into her eyes, giving her a firm nod.

For the next several hours, we engaged in slow, deeply passionate lovemaking, taking breaks only to hold each other before starting again. This was the true charm of an experienced, older woman.