Chapter 44: Second Day At Star University!

Chapter 44: Second Day At Star University!

This morning after I had awakened still inside her, Hana from last night proved to be incredibly interesting. When she told me to work extra hard after the foot rub, you would think it would be a form of punishment, but it was actually the complete opposite, well, unless you absolutely hate having sex.

"Ah! Slower and deeper, yes like that, ahannn~!" Hana gasped, her voice echoing softly in the bedroom.

I currently had both of Hana's long legs draped over my shoulders as I loomed over her while she lay flat on her back. I moved deliberately, slowly entering and exiting her tight folds to give her a slow, undulating pleasure. Slosh, slush. She was incredibly wet at our physical connection due to the intense pleasure and the previous filling from earlier, so the slippery, wet sounds echoing between us made me blush a bit. I felt like I was staring directly at a scene out of a porno, but Hana just ignored my hesitation, looking up into my face with a silly, completely satisfied smile.

"O-Okay honey, now go fast!" she breathed, her fingers digging into my back.

Slap, slap, slap, slosh! I felt her inner muscles tighten significantly as I began to execute rapid, powerful thrusts, and it wasn't long before I began to fill her up completely, again. Soon enough, our intense double climax calmed down, leaving us both heavily sweaty and breathing hard. Her hand came up to gently wipe the moisture from my face, and she joked, "Sex feels a bit addictive while I am pregnant. I almost want to have ten children just so I can keep feeling this exact way. Oh, the look on your face right now is completely adorable."

She was laughing, and the movement was making our physical connection very messy, but the sudden thought of having so many kids felt kind of scary for a moment. Thinking about the Tang twins, that was four children already. And Mary had already mentioned wanting a second one down the line.

Oh man.

"Right there, Rick honey," Hana said, noticing my sudden hesitation. "Remember that exact thought you're having right now whenever you meet other girls. And don't worry, I am only having one, so you can relax. I promise I will be the least troublesome out of all your wives. Now kiss me, you young man."

With that done, Hana and I transitioned into our standard shower, exercise, and breakfast routine before we headed out into the morning to handle our respective tasks.

A short while later, I picked up Tina and Jenifer and we approached the main campus for our second day of university. Today my schedule was completely different, consisting of three specific classes: Business Math, Introductory Computer Programming, and then another session of the Kung-Fu Club. The martial arts club was a five-day-a-week commitment, though the university structure allowed you to miss a certain number of days for health or job reasons. As long as the coach thought your skill talent was okay to miss a specific practice, she would let you go most of the time without an issue.

Tina had been playing on her smartphone in the back seat, and she leaned forward to say, "Hey Rick, do you want the good news or the better news?"

Looking into the rearview mirror, I could see her gold eyes challenging me with pure amusement.

"That specific line only works with good news and bad news, young lady," I replied, keeping my eyes on the road. "But this servant does not care either way."

"Phht!" Jenifer let out a soft laugh, turning her head to look out the window at the other students pulling into the parking slots in their cars.

Tina completely ignored her and continued speaking to me, stating, "I am in an incredibly good mood today, so I shall ignore the disrespect from both of you. But anyway, your match with Number 6 was fully recorded and uploaded onto the internet. It is all over the Star University forums right now, and you are officially the second most talked about topic on campus."

I gave a simple nod as I steered the vehicle, because it made perfect sense that the stadium would have both security cameras and dozens of students on the side not in uniform who had their phones out. I would definitely have to get a copy of the video later to analyze the footage and see where I could improve on the physical mechanics of my fighting style.

"Rick, why are you not asking me what the single most talked about topic is?" Tina pressed, waving her phone toward the front seat.

"In the shadows of high school, knowing the local gossip was completely pointless," I answered, shifting gears. "I was not a part of that social world, so I spent zero effort looking at the gossip threads."

Tina crossed her legs, leaning back against the seat as she remarked, "Even if the biggest news on campus is entirely about you? It's not only the second biggest trend, but the first topic has double the active readings of your fight."

I swallowed hard, a sudden lump forming in my throat. Gulp. Oh no. Did my hidden actions with the Tang twins somehow get exposed to the public?

"Seeing your face turn completely pale really hurts my feelings, Rick," Tina laughed, noticing my sudden tension in the mirror. "The number one trending gossip thread is our secret love affair, ha-ha!"

As she sat back there laughing her ass off, I happened to glance back and notice her massive E-cups rocking up and down with the motion of her laughter, and at this exact moment, I absolutely hated myself for finding her beautiful. I wondered if she had somehow cast a magical spell on me. I softly muttered under my breath, "Ricky, stop it right now. You just barely managed to get out of the doghouse at home. Don't go looking for more trouble."

Tina's laughter stopped, and she questioned, "Are you mumbling bad things about me right now, Rick?"

I rolled my eyes at her through the glass and pulled into an open parking spot. The three of us climbed out of the Hummer, immediately drawing a ton of attention from the surrounding crowd.

Tina was wearing a vibrant red dress that perfectly matched her hair, the fabric coming down to her knees with shoulder straps wrapping around her neck, showing just enough exposed cleavage to remain stylish without being tasteless. Jenifer was wearing a simple, tailored pink business suit that perfectly complemented her professional style. My own outfit was the exact same SU tracksuit as yesterday, just in the color black.

Due to the intense amount of attention we were receiving from the passing students, Tina decided to push her luck, stepping close and firmly grabbing hold of my left arm. I tried to gently slide my forearm out of her grip, but she only tightened her hands, declaring, "You are officially my bodyguard for this first week of university, and this display sends a clear message to chase away troublesome men. So just consider this a mandatory part of your daily payroll, Rick."

Sadly, at four thousand dollars a day plus the cost of meals and gas, I couldn't find a single logical argument to counter her statement. Tina, seeing me accept her reasoning, just smiled triumphantly and hugged my arm even tighter against her side.

Thankfully, my beautiful Hana had completely drained my physical juices before we left the house, so I wasn't nearly as turned on by the close physical contact as I normally would be in this situation. It made me wonder if that had been Hana's exact plan all along.

The three of us entered the classroom, and Tina only let go of my arm once she was sure everyone had taken notice of her holding onto me, after which she and Jenifer walked over to her assigned seat.

I made my way down to the front of the room, approaching Victoria Long as she held up a stack of paper toward me.

"This is the official attendance record, and you can find it right here in this specific drawer every single day," Victoria instructed, her tone perfectly measured. "Do you have any questions about the procedure, Mr. Lee?"

I shook my head, taking the documents directly from her hand. A faint scent of vanilla drifted off her, a nice, clean fragrance that immediately caught my attention. Her cold, detached eyes and strictly professional nature felt completely perfect to me, as I had honestly always possessed a strong appreciation for the mature charms of older women, and her flawless posture just made you want to stand back and admire her work ethic.

Jenifer had actually confided in us before that she viewed Victoria Long as her ultimate career role model, striving to imitate her exact stylistic choices in every business setting, even joking about purchasing a pair of fake glasses just to match her aesthetic.

Passing back down the aisle toward my own desk, my gaze locked directly onto Scott’s eyes, and I deliberately offered him a warm, genuine smile. I didn't harbor a single shred of fear toward this arrogant punk anymore, and I was already actively calculating how to systematically ruin his mother's position alongside him, though I knew I had to execute the plan carefully so I wouldn't bring any open shame to the Head of the Tang family.

The only three members of the Tang bloodline I genuinely hated were my Tang-mother's father, Scott himself, and Scott's mother; every other member of the organization was not my enemy, but those specific three were firmly locked onto my personal black book hit list.

Making it back to my row, I slid into the seat situated directly between Linda Lang and James. My friend immediately turned toward me with a massive, lecherous grin, holding up his smartphone to display a clear screenshot of Tina pressing her lips against my cheek as he began to grill me for details.

Linda was clearly listening in on our conversation from the other side, though she was attempting to look completely unbothered, pretending to read through the pages of her textbook.

"Really, bro? You're not going to try and tell me this is fake news now, are you?" James whispered eagerly, nudging my side. "Give me the real four-one-one, brother. Is she a good kisser or what?"

Smack.

I brought my hand down sharply across the top of his head, messing up his carefully styled hair as I noticed Cat Woo—Woo's wife—was also leaning back slightly to catch my response. The realization clicked instantly; knowing her husband was desperately trying to secure a marriage alliance with Tina, she had likely incited James to interrogate me in the middle of class to fish for information.

"As her official bodyguard, she is simply putting on an elaborate act to chase off entitlement-driven assholes like you," I stated loudly enough for the surrounding desks to hear, keeping my tone perfectly casual. "That kiss is the only time she has ever done something like that out in the open. We are strictly operating under an employee and employer contract. We can be considered casual friends at best, so no, we are not in a romantic relationship, nor will we ever be in one, you moron. What stupid person has been putting these ridiculous thoughts into your head anyway?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Cat Woo's eyebrow give a sudden, involuntary twitch at my explanation, confirming my deduction that she had orchestrated the little interrogation, but I was surprised to notice that Linda also looked slightly ashamed of her own curiosity.

"Hey Rick, all jokes aside, I had never seen Frog-Style kung-fu executed like that before," James whispered, quickly changing the subject as he smoothed down his hair. "That was freaking amazing, man. Can you teach me some of those movements so I can use them to impress Akeno?"

I looked at him with an expression of pure, unadulterated disbelief, pointing a finger directly at his chest. "No. You don't even know how to fight basic form. In fact, I can tell just by looking at her posture that Akeno could easily beat your ass into the dirt, and she is significantly shorter than you. Besides, you already managed to get her pregnant, so I would highly recommend focusing your limited energy on working your job to afford formula and diapers."

Reminded of the crushing reality of his part-time shift over at the Quick-Mart, James quickly reached into his bag to pull out a stash of convenience store treats. "Miss Lang, would you care for any of the snacks I brought along for the university lecture?"

Linda's distinct gray eyes scanned the massive pile of junk food resting on his desk, her gaze moving across small bags of potato chips, greasy beef jerky, processed protein bars, and various candy wrappers before she shook her head, clearly thinking about the intense stomach ache she would get from consuming that much artificial sodium.

"Thank you for asking, but I will pass," she replied softly.

I immediately noticed the bastard was trying to hide the premium chocolate chip granola bars at the bottom of the pile, so I reached over, intentionally bypassing them to grab a bag of original beef jerky and a honey oat bar instead. Linda looked at me funny as I tore open the packaging, a long Slim-Jim style pepperoni stick hanging loosely from the side of my mouth while I quickly noted down the morning attendance marks.

"Are those actually good?" she asked curiously.

I looked up in genuine surprise, not expecting her to initiate a casual conversation given how incredibly awkward our previous interactions had been.

"It is completely unhealthy, incredibly greasy, and leaves a heavy artificial aftertaste in your mouth," I told her honestly, holding up the snacks. "But it's still fun to eat once in a while. Do I recommend it as a staple food source? Absolutely not. But it's great for teasing the taste buds whenever you want something savory. Do you want to try one?"

A standard meat stick is essentially just a pepperoni rod, but James had also brought a bag of flat, dehydrated jerky strips, so I held up one of each option to let her choose. Linda clearly wanted to refuse based on her standard diet, but the fact that I was actively taking the time to offer it to her made a visible wave of warmth touch her expression, causing her to reluctantly nod.

"Rick, what should I try for my very first time?" she questioned hesitantly.

I handed her the flat, dried strip of jerky, offering a bit of advice. "This one is tasty, significantly healthier than the stick version, and you don't even have to chew it down right away. Just let it sit on your tongue for a bit to get the flavor."

As I stood up to place the completed attendance sheet back onto Victoria's desk, I glanced back to see Linda slowly tasting the meat strip, taking tiny, tentative nibbles at the edge of the leather-like jerky. Her facial expressions were absolutely priceless, looking exactly like a cautious little mouse discovering a block of gourmet cheese for the very first time.

The small action made her look significantly less cold and vastly more adorable than her usual detached persona, though the sight of our interaction was causing Scott to visibly fume in his seat, which I counted as an absolute win for the morning.

The lecture officially started, and within minutes, the majority of the business students were furiously hammering away at their calculators, attempting to solve complex mathematical solutions for tax refunds and corporate spreadsheets. It was undeniably a highly useful subject for navigating the modern business world, but I still harbored a deep, internal hatred for long, overly complicated algebraic formulas.

The two hours passed quickly, and the instructor soon called an end to the block. As I was busy packing my notebooks into my briefcase, the incredibly annoying voice of Scott echoed from the row behind me.

"Hey, Little Dick Rick," Scott sneered, a mocking laugh vibrating in his chest as he stepped into the aisle. "I heard the advanced computer programming instructor absolutely chewed you out in front of everyone yesterday. You really suck ass at technology, ha-ha!"

I felt a strong urge to tell him exactly where he could shove his opinion, but I knew the Tang twins needed to maintain the public illusion that they were doing their job of annoying me, so I simply shrugged my shoulders. "No, it was actually your two wives who were constantly annoying me and distracting my focus in the middle of class. Did you explicitly send them into that room just to mess with my schedule, Scotty?"

Scott's grin widened, and he didn't even attempt to deny the accusation. "Sure did. So what exactly are you going to do about it, huh? Are you going to try and beat up two pregnant women? If you don't like the environment, you can always just drop the class. Have fun failing at computers, loser."

He turned away from my desk, shifting his attention entirely toward Linda as he added, "My wives and I are coming over to your family estate this Saturday for a social get-together. Your father already approved the visit, so make sure you're ready for us."

Linda grit her teeth in clear frustration, remaining silent as Scott turned on his heel and walked out of the classroom. I watched him go, a sudden grin spreading across my face as I turned to look at her.

"Hey Linda, he doesn't actually know that I am your neighbor, does he?"

Linda's eyes opened incredibly wide, completely taken aback by the fact that I had uncovered her residential status, and knowing for a fact that my wives hadn't uttered a single word to me about her family, she demanded, "No, he doesn't know at all. How on earth did you find out about that?"

"Silly, there is only one main security gate leading in or out of that entire residential development, and I happen to live right inside the perimeter too," I laughed, clipping my briefcase shut. "Plus, I spotted your personal driver, Mercy, steering your vehicle directly into the property lines the other day. Finding out exactly who resides on lot nine wasn't a difficult task after that, especially with that massive old Lang name displayed clearly on the address registration."

She just stared at me in absolute surprise, completely stunned that I managed to gather that much localized information without my wives dropping clues, though to my mind, it was entirely inevitable that our paths would cross given the proximity.

"Why didn't you ever say hello to me outside, then?" she asked, her voice quiet.

I looked up, spotting Tina already marching down the aisle to collect me for our next block, and I gave a simple shrug. "I am not a nosy neighbor by nature, plus I have zero desire to run into your family members out on the street. Scott is already a massive pain in my ass as it is. Oh, and do me a huge favor—please do not let a single one of them know that I am living next door to your property. If Scott found out, I bet he would immediately get your dad to force you to move out of the neighborhood. See you later."

Tina arrived at the desk, her sharp gaze taking in the fact that Linda—a prominent member of a rival family house—was attempting to strike up a friendly conversation with me. Moving quickly, she firmly locked my left arm right against her chest, pressing herself into my side with a bit too much enthusiasm as she locked eyes with Linda.

"Hello, Linda Lang," Tina purred, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. "I will be taking my personal bodyguard along with me now, thanks for keeping the other girls away from him for me. Please take me straight to our next class, Rick."

I let out an internal sigh, feeling incredibly awkward as the two women blatantly treated me like a piece of high-value real estate despite the fact that I wasn't even in a romantic relationship with either of them. Rolling my eyes, I pulled the chest-hugging arm monster out of the doorway and down the hall, fully aware that our public departure was going to stoke the campus rumors into an absolute wildfire.

Linda stood frozen by her desk, watching Tina's vibrant red hair disappear around the corner of the hallway as she quietly muttered to herself, "Stupid bird... he was finally talking to me."

After Tina finished flaunting me around the main hallways, I finally managed to make my way to my introductory computer programming class, officially kicking off part two of what I was starting to call 'Let's Fuck With Ricky' day.

I ended up being the very last student to slip through the door again, and James immediately shot me a pathetic look from across the room, silently communicating that he had failed to secure my original seat for the second day in a row. I just smiled, keeping my composure as I laid eyes on my next major hurdle. Both of the Tang twins were sitting right where I expected them, wearing identical white summer dresses that fell neatly to their knees.

To add to the illusion, Nichole had pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail, while Nadia left hers completely loose, letting the strands hang straight down over her shoulders.

The moment I sat down at my desk to get ready for the lecture, the girl to my left—who was actively pretending to be Nadia—pointed a finger at her monitor and spoke up in a playful, high-pitched whine that perfectly mimicked her sister's natural cadence, pleading, "Lee, it crashed. Come and fix it, pweez?!"

I could tell right away that the real Nadia, who was currently sitting over to my right, was struggling immensely to maintain her sister's aggressive Nichole persona, meaning she had probably been forced to trade seats in a desperate attempt to trick my senses.

It was obvious Nichole desperately wanted to be the one to mess with my head today. I let out a silent sigh in my mind, smiling at whatever elaborate scheme she was cooking up, and leaned over toward her desk under the pretense of fixing whatever software element she had intentionally broken on purpose.

Utilizing her ponytail to block her mouth from the teacher's line of sight, she leaned in close and whispered directly into my ear, "I love you, Ricky. Now tell me you love me."

The puzzle pieces clicked into place; she had traded places with her sister specifically because she was far too ashamed to confess her feelings under her own identity, feeling like she could only utter those vulnerable words while hiding behind a mask. It was honestly kind of cute.

"But I love Nichole," I murmured back, keeping my voice barely audible.

The brilliant master schemer instantly froze at my words, completely stuck on how to proceed with her script. If she only knew that I was intentionally fucking with her right back, she wouldn't look so lost, but watching her perfect little plan completely unravel in real time was absolutely hilarious.

"Huh? B-But I thought you loved me more?" she stammered, her voice cracking slightly as she tried to stay in character.

I quickly reconfigured her monitor settings to fix her setup, preparing to lean back into my own space, but made sure to whisper one last line to the thoroughly confused girl. "Sorry, but Nichole has always been my true crush. She was the very first woman to ever let me get close to her, so she's incredibly special to me, but I do love you as well."

Over to my right, the real Nadia started to visibly panic, genuinely believing for a split second that I didn't care about her as much as her sister. But the moment she caught me flashing her a secret, reassuring wink from across the desks, her racing heart instantly calmed down. Realizing that I could easily tell them apart from the very beginning, her imitation of Nichole's aggressive attitude got significantly better as she caught onto exactly what kind of game I was playing with them.

Frustrated that her elaborate trick had gone completely awry and terrified that I was about to confess my love to her sister instead, Nichole took matters into her own hands. Reaching blindly under the desk, she firmly grabbed hold of my left hand, guiding it straight up the fabric of her dress until my fingers slid directly against her panties.

"But Ricky, Nichole would never willingly let you do something like this," she whispered into my ear, her eyes flashing. "So tell me the truth."

I kept my hand perfectly steady under the table, gently rubbing the warm, soft skin of her inner thigh as I leaned back in. "Thank you, Nichole, and for the record, I love both of you exactly the same. But I'm sorry to report that I could tell the two of you had switched places the absolute moment I walked through the classroom door."

Still letting my hand rest against her leg, she instantly dropped the fake voice, shifting back into her normal cadence as she quietly inquired, "But what on earth did I do to give the trick away?"

"The real Nichole doesn't walk around with pouting eyes," I explained with a smirk. "You tried to cover up your expression the second you saw me approaching the desks, but you just weren't fast enough. My guess is you forced your sister into this seat swap, and she wasn't happy about it."

A sudden wave of worry washed over Nichole's face, and she looked up at me with wide eyes. "You're not actually mad at me for trying to trick you, are you, Rick?"

I glanced down at my hand, which was still casually rubbing her skin beneath the edge of her summer dress, and noted, "I guess if this is how I choose to display my anger, then you had better be careful not to make me mad in the future, right?"

"RICK LEE?!" a sharp voice suddenly boomed from the front of the classroom, shattering our private moment. "Are you just sitting here to daydream today? That is two days in a row that you are actively ignoring my lecture!"

I retracted my hand from her thigh with lightning-fast speed, instantly forcing my standard, obedient good-boy expression back onto my face as I looked toward the instructor's podium. "I am incredibly sorry, Teacher. I was just helping Mrs. Tang resolve a technical issue with her computer setup. It won't happen again."

As the instructor turned back to the whiteboard, I quickly opened my messaging application, bypassing the standard network to text Nichole directly from my interface.

[Harem-Fan: Go ahead and attend that Saturday dinner party over at Linda's estate. I happen to live right next door to her property, and I can easily sneak over the boundary lines during the event if the two of you want. Her house is absolutely massive, standing four stories tall, so it should be incredibly easy for me to hide out in one of the vacant rooms.]

[Nadia: Ricky, your user handle is honestly a bit funny, but are you seriously suggesting that we can manage to do naughty things together with Scott sitting right in the exact same house?]

[Harem-Fan: Only if that's what you two actually want. Sure, why not?!]

Nichole blurted, "I call first dibs!"

Both Nadia and I simultaneously turned our heads to look over at Nichole, whose face was already flushing a deep shade of crimson as she realized she had just aggressively called her shot out in the open.

[Harem-Fan: Um, are we seriously going to attempt to execute a plan like this during a formal dinner party with the entire Tang family present inside Linda's household?!]

[Nichole: I am currently operating as Mrs. Blackmailer, and I am officially demanding it. If you refuse, I will walk straight next door to your house and tell your wives everything, LOL!]

[Nadia: Ricky, I really need to be with you again. It has been far toooooo long since our last encounter! Thank you!]

[Harem-Fan: Fine, but we are absolutely doing this one at a time so the other sister can stay downstairs and manufacture believable excuses for your absence, okay?]

[Nichole: Perfect. We are officially calling this Operation: Scotty Doesn't Know!]

[Nadia: But he will eventually! :P]

I stared at the screen, letting out a silent, internal sigh as the chat closed. And just like that, the three of us managed to construct an absolutely terrible, high-risk plan to christen Linda Lang's massive house right under the noses of our entire extended family.