Chapter 244: Monkey King Rubbers!

Chapter 244: Monkey King Rubbers!

This time, Cat drove the armored SUV while an escort car flanked us in the front and back. Jennifer sat in the rear seat next to me, her fingers typing rapidly on a digital pad.

We arrived at the main entrance of the Country Club Resort restaurant. As the three of us stepped out into the humid evening air, a female valet took the keys to park the vehicle for us.

Dozens of staff members instantly lined up along the grand walkway. They bowed deeply in unison, their eyes fixed on the floor out of sheer respect. Well, I owned the entire estate and served as their supreme Leader, so this level of deference was standard practice.

The hotel portion of the Country Club Resort stood seven stories tall and connected directly to the restaurant. Everything else on the ground floor featured a sprawling, open layout with exceptionally high ceilings. Entering the fully glass-walled restaurant felt exactly like stepping onto a high-stakes, classy casino floor.

The absolute first detail you noticed about the resort was the staff demographic. Only about one in ten employees here were men. The few men working the property were strictly high-end security assets or suited Fire Birds members acting as floor managers.

"Leader, right over here!" Jasmin Rin called out from the greeter station. Her seductive voice cut right through the low murmur of the lobby.

She stood confidently by the podium, commanding the entire room in a coral-pink satin halter dress that tightly hugged every curve of her hour-glass figure. Her long, sleek mahogany-red hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, perfectly framing a striking face. Sharp, almond-shaped golden eyes locked onto mine with unmistakable, predatory intent.

A pair of matching pink stilettos elevated her stature, emphasizing her long legs and adding a deliberate, provocative edge to her posture. Having worked with her closely for five years, I recognized that look instantly. It was the polished, captivating expression she always wore when she was entirely focused on breaking down my professional boundaries.

I sighed internally and waved a hand to dismiss the nearby attendants. "Hello Miss Rin, you look dashing as always."

Chatty Cathy, as I liked to call her in my head, spotted Jennifer and offered a warm wave. But the moment her gaze shifted to Cat, her smile became stiff and forced.

Jasmin and Cat had been locked in a petty, adversarial rivalry for years. It had nothing to do with Jasmin's younger sister. Instead, Cat spent most of her time running interception for Tina to keep Jasmin from succeeding in her ultimate seduction mission. Well, in the past, Jasmin actually did succeed when Cat and Tina were away on an off-site assignment.

The waitress stepped forward and bowed at a perfect ninety-degree angle. "Hello Leader and distinguished guests. Follow me, please. Your private dining room is entirely ready."

Due to Cat only holding the rank of Tina's assistant, she had to follow behind the group alongside Jennifer. Jasmin Rin seized the opportunity shamelessly, wrapping her arms tightly around my bicep. She began endlessly chattering on and on about the resort's latest financial affairs, pulling her shoulder flush against my chest.

I was entirely used to her unstoppable ability to use her mouth to entertain me in many different ways. We walked down a long, carpeted hallway lined with expensive local artwork.

Shortly after, we arrived at a glass-walled private dining room. The server waved us inside as the heavy double doors slid open automatically, allowing a hands-free entrance for the kitchen staff.

Like the many times I ate here in the past, a single large mahogany table dominated the center to seat twelve guests. A smaller four-top table sat in each of the hall-side corners, specifically placed so bodyguards and secretaries could eat while maintaining watch.

Luke Fu was already standing from his seat at the main table. He wore a clean, expensive black suit paired with a crisp red tie. His secretary-wife sat quietly in the far corner, immediately rising to bow the second I crossed the threshold.

"Hello Leader. Luke and I have ordered a round of vintage white wine to start the evening," she spoke smoothly for them both.

This woman was Jasmin's younger sister. She looked almost identical to her older sibling, but carried a much softer, corporate aura that mirrored how Jennifer dressed and acted. She had legally taken Luke's last name because he originated from a noble family in the Northern Block, so she went by Jane Fu.

Luke knew I absolutely hated when our lovers and wives sat at separate tables during casual dinners. Yet, without my explicit permission, he and his second wife stubbornly followed high-society etiquette just like my personal maids did.

I waved my hands dismissively, gesturing for everyone to take a seat. "Everyone, it is just me and Luke here tonight. Let us all eat together at the main table. We will casually discuss Fire Birds issues while having some fun."

Somehow, I regretted that executive order the exact moment everyone picked a seat.

Luke sat directly opposite of me across the wide table. Naturally, his two wives flanked his sides, with Jane occupying his right and Cat taking his left. That specific arrangement pushed Jennifer to my immediate right, directly across from Cat, while the two rival sisters sat directly across from one another.

And, of course, that left the final empty chair to my immediate left. Jasmin claimed it instantly, sliding her seat so close that her fabric brushed against my thigh.

The server uncorked a fresh bottle of chilled white wine for the table and began taking our specific food orders. Once the glasses were filled, Luke raised his crystal goblet high to initiate a toast.

"Rick, this toast is from me to you," Luke said, his voice dropping to a serious tone. "Everyone at this table has seen their life change for the better. All because you married Boss Tina and looked for a crazy man to act as your body double. And just like the past, I will gladly do it again next week. Leader, here is my true thanks for being a reliable friend and a godfather to my two rugrats. Cheers!"

Luke was not normally a man to share chatty words straight from the heart. I desperately hoped this would not turn out to be our last meal together. He was scheduled to act as live bait next week, drawing out a rival snake so I could beat it to death while keeping my own movements hidden.

As all the women stared at Luke in surprise over his unusually sappy speech, I waited until we drained our glasses before speaking up.

"Luke, you better be standing right here when I come back, or I will personally fire your ass," I muttered, setting my glass down with a firm thud. "So stop saying all this mushy shit. A big guy like you should remain crazy, tough, and brave. Just don't go being stupid and suicidal. Got me?"

A loud pat echoed through the room. Cat swatted Luke hard across his muscular arm, scolding him with an annoyed roll of her eyes. "Hey, don't go jinxing the mission, dummy. So Rick, what is the actual plan with my big idiot here anyway?"

I grinned widely, leaning back into my leather chair. "Did you happen to watch that new movie SEG produced called Austin Powers? Well, Luke here is going to pull a complete Dr. Evil impersonation to help me kill a snake."

A loud spew echoed from two sides of the table. Cat and Jasmin simultaneously performed a synchronized spit-take straight back into their wineglasses.

They caught the movie reference immediately, knowing full well that Luke was completely bald and had attended the premiere of that new film. Yeah, baby. The world of Pangaea did not naturally possess that movie, and I really wanted to watch it again. So, using my owned movie studio, I simply ordered its production from scratch.

It was not a perfect replica since I lacked a photographic memory. I had to piece the script together using whatever fragments I could remember from my past life.

Jane, who had spent the last week managing corporate accounts and skipped the premiere, looked confused. "But honey, you aren't evil at all."Yeah, even though that woman was a high-ranking Fire Birds member and had witnessed Luke pushing rivals off the harbor docks in concrete shoes, she rarely saw his ruthless side. He kept her incredibly sheltered from the bloody details.

As our appetizers were served, Jennifer pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Dr. Evil is an incompetent bad guy who simply falls in love with the mere idea of being bad. Luke would actually have been a perfect fit for the lead role."

I smacked my palm against my forehead, playing along with Jennifer's teasing. "Damn it, I could have saved thousands in production costs by making Luke star in it!"

Just as we reached the halfway point of our meal and finished up core business affairs, I felt a warm sensation on my left leg. A slender hand crept under the table, slowly rubbing my thigh with deliberate pressure.

Jasmin leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear. "Leader, I brought the specific documents you requested regarding the security preparations for this month's city sectors. Come with me to my office, and I will remove them from my safe for your eyes only."

Luke suddenly winced, clearly feeling a sharp pinch from Jane underneath the table. He quickly looked up to clear his throat. "Oh? Hey Leader, while you go look at Sister Rin's assets, I will tell the others the story of how you picked up sister Lan Chow by accidentally breaking her nose!"

I shook my head in exasperation. He gave me a blatant wink that literally everyone at the table noticed instantly. I stood up from the table anyway, nodding down at my assistant. "Alright, I will be back shortly. Jennifer, keep an eye on things."

The moment Jasmin heard me actually agree to visit her private office, her hand vanished from my thigh like a startled rabbit. She clearly had not expected me to agree so easily in front of the others.

I leaned down to kiss Jennifer on the cheek, making her blush crimson in front of the staff. Turning on my heel, I walked out of the private dining room.

Ten minutes later, I stepped into Jasmin Rin's personal office.

The room practically radiated raw power and classic sophistication. Rich, polished mahogany wood paneling lined the walls, glowing softly under the amber light of a vintage brass chandelier. Two plush, green tufted leather armchairs faced a heavy executive desk carved from solid oak.

Directly behind her desk, a grand, multi-paned window offered an expansive view of the manicured golf course and the dark horse trails winding into the distance.

I finished going over the papers she showed me, confirming every line item was legitimate logistical work. Looking past the edge of the documents, I saw the warm lights of the seven-story hotel blink on across the courtyard.

The glowing windows instantly reminded me of the past. I had lost my virginity to the twins in one of those upper-floor suites, a memory that still brought a smirk to my face. This very resort was the cradle where we made our four devilish little angels.

Jasmin, who was currently giving me a fantastic, deep rub on my sore shoulders, noticed the sudden shift in my gaze. She caught the warm smile reflecting off the glass pane.

"Rick, was it my massage, or did something else out there catch your eye?" she asked, her voice dropping into a charming, velvety purr. She smoothly stepped around to my side, leaning her hip against the edge of the heavy desk to look down at me.

I looked up into her striking, golden eyes and decided to share my thoughts. "I lost my virginity six years ago at this exact resort. So, yeah, this place is kinda special to me." As the words left my mouth, I slid my arm firmly around her slender waist, pulling her a fraction closer. "Do you still want to be my mistress, Rin?"

Her entire body shook in sheer surprise for a moment, her posture freezing at the direct question.

She recovered quickly. Her hand darted to the control panel on her desk, pressing a sleek brass button that triggered the heavy automated window blinds to slide shut, blocking out the world.

"If I am dreaming right now, Rick, do not dare wake me up," she whispered, her golden eyes locking onto mine with absolute certainty. "And yes. More than anything."

I pulled her down onto my lap sidesaddle, wrapping my arms around her waist as I kissed this persistent woman thoroughly. Her arms instantly locked behind my neck, returning the embrace with a fierce, pent-up passion.

After a few minutes of hot, heavy kissing, her hand brushed against my coat pocket and felt a strange, rigid shape. Intrigued, she pulled out a small cardboard box that was slipping out of the lining.

When she held the item up directly between our faces, I wanted to die of pure embarrassment.

Jasmin squinted slightly, reading the bold, flashy text printed across the front of the packaging. "Monkey King's Rubbers, three premium condoms?"

She blinked in disbelief, a sudden flush climbing up her neck as she looked from the box back to me. "Rick, you mean... right now? Are we actually doing this?"

I lifted her hips, placing her bottom firmly onto the smooth surface of the executive desk. Standing squarely between her thighs, I watched as she instinctively coiled her long legs tightly around my waist to anchor herself.

I reached out and snatched the small box from her trembling hands, flashing her a confident smirk. "I am really sorry for making you wait so long, Rin," I said, my voice softening as I leaned in close. "But if something crazy happens to me or you during the city security operations next month, I would live with a massive regret. I only have fifteen minutes before the others suspect something. Do you want to?"

Her hold on my torso tightened instantly, her golden pupils dilating with pure desire. Instead of answering with words, she leaned forward and firmly kissed me, sealing the contract...

Thirty minutes later, I quietly slipped out of the private office and locked the heavy mahogany door behind me. My lips twitched with a mixture of amusement and nerves as I glanced up at the hidden surveillance camera mounted in the hallway corner.

Knowing damn well that Lucy was actively watching the live feed from the security hub, I rubbed the back of my neck and spoke directly to the lens. "Fuck me, she was a thirty-year-old virgin?" I muttered under my breath, adjusting my collar. "If I get in deep trouble with Tina for this, I am completely blaming you. Oh, and let us not bring this up to the family until after I kill Adam."

I cleared my throat nervously, immediately rushing back down the carpeted hallway to meet Jennifer in the dining room...

Back inside Jasmin Rin's locked office, the atmosphere was thick with the lingering scent of expensive perfume and passion.

Jasmin sat on the edge of her desk, her long, mahogany-red hair completely disheveled and tumbling wild over her shoulders. Her elegant pink halter dress was a bit wrinkly, but the triumphant smile plastered across her face and the soft glow in her golden eyes said everything.

She held up the small, completely unopened box of Monkey King's Rubbers, letting out a soft, melodic giggle. "I totally thought he would use them, but they probably wouldn't fit his ridiculous size anyway, fufu," she whispered to the empty room, clutching the box against her chest. "He said if I got pregnant from this, it was perfectly fine... I really think I am dreaming."

And that was exactly how Jasmin Rin finally persuaded the Golden Dragon, the Yellow Emperor himself, through years of unwavering dedication and absolute persistence.