Chapter 68: Leaving Star City!

Chapter 68: Leaving Star City!

It was Wednesday morning, and the early light filtered through the windows as I finished sending off my lovely wife Hana for her workday. With her gone, I immediately turned my focus toward the last-minute packing required for tonight's trip, double-checking the gear laid out across the bed.

"Here, Rick, let me tighten your vest for you. Are you absolutely sure you want to wear that heavy thing all day?"

Mei stepped up behind me, her hands efficiently working the adjustable straps to lock my concealable ballistic vest firmly against my torso. Because I had to don my official bodyguard attire today instead of my usual relaxed tracksuit, getting the armor situated early was a tactical necessity.

"I am sitting out of Kung-Fu Club practice today anyway because of these work obligations, so it's perfectly fine," I replied, adjusting the fabric over my shoulders to ensure maximum range of motion. "This specific model is incredibly streamlined and comfortable. I can wear it for a long stretch of time without any real issue. Do you want me to get you fitted for one later?"

Mei Xia let out a soft smile, stepping back and playfully gesturing toward her chest. "Body armor is significantly less comfortable for us women when we have to compress our fun bags. We can look into getting one fitted another time for much more dangerous missions, but for now, I prefer relying on absolute stealth and simply not being seen by the enemy."

She reached down to lift my primary harness from the table, expertly looping the shoulder and hip holsters over my frame to strap on my firearms. "Is this not a massive amount of weight to be carrying around all day, Rick? I would honestly get completely exhausted if I had to lug all this hardware around from morning until night."

I pointed toward the corner of my desk where a set of heavy wrist, waist, and ankle weights lay neatly stacked in a row. "No, I normally always wear that exact same amount of extra weight ever since I underwent my awakening. When I gear up with actual weapons, I just don't wear the training weights, so my natural speed and stamina loss aren't really affected by the change. This is just a standard part of my baseline physical training to keep my body completely accustomed to handling heavy weaponry on the fly."

She nodded in understanding, smoothing out the fabric as she helped me slide into my long overcoat to conceal the holsters. "I called the Feng estate earlier this morning, and the security team confirmed the Hummer was definitely the better choice for this trip due to its full bulletproofing. They also mentioned we will be escorted by a total of four armored SUVs packed with the Fire Birds elite force for additional protection—two vehicles riding point in the front and two covering our rear."

"None of them will pose an issue for your tracking, will they?"

Mei caught my eye in the mirror, a playful, confident smile dancing on her lips. "Friend or foe, absolutely none of them will ever manage to spot me if I don't want them to. Stealth is my absolute specialty, after all, so you only need to worry about your own movements out there."

"Fair enough," I muttered, scanning the gear on the desk one last time before a sudden realization hit me. "Ah, hey Mei, where exactly did I leave the specialized shotgun shells for my revolvers?"

She gestured toward the far side of the computer workstation, her finger pointing right next to a heavy metallic container. "They are sitting right next to the .50 BMG case. I was already planning to pack them alongside the custom trauma medical kit you put together. Oh, and just so you know, I am perfectly capable of fixing severe bullet wounds, so try your absolute best not to force me to demonstrate that skill, okay?"

I grinned back at her, offering a cheeky reply as I grabbed the ammunition box. "A maid sniper sounds incredibly cool, but I really have no desire to see a maid doctor in action. I am going to do everything in my power to avoid getting shot if I can help it. By the way, have you ever actually taken a bullet?"

She executed a smooth, graceful twirl, blowing a mock kiss toward me before her expression settled back into its usual calm. "Nope. Fortunately, my tracking and evasion skills were always good enough to avoid scarring up my body. I couldn't exactly function as an elite seduction spy if I were covered in ugly war wounds, now could I? That is precisely why attractive spies are considered the deadliest in the field. At most, I only have a few minor scrapes on my ankles and knees from rough terrain, but absolutely nothing that tells the tale of my past work."

"Good to know," I said, cracking open the ammunition container. "Oh, here are the extra crates for the tactical tear gas and flashbangs if you want to slip a few into your rig."

I finished loading the ten custom shotgun shells directly into the cylinders of my dual Assassin’s Affection revolvers, snapping the heavy weapons shut before sliding them smoothly into my waist holsters.

"Alright, everything on this end is fully secure. I will carry the heavy case for the Barrett out to the Hummer and get it loaded into the hidden compartment for you, Mei."

Within a few minutes, our operational layout for tonight's trip was completely finalized. We made sure to pack extra bottles of water and a handful of emergency meal bars into our survival packs just in case the situation deteriorated.

Were the two of us massively over-preparing for a simple corporate inspection? Absolutely. But if a sudden ambush forced our convoy off the main road and left us stranded deep in the northern woods, we would at least possess the exact supplies and heavy firepower required to survive and fight our way back.

While the heavy engine of the Hummer purred steadily on our way to the university, Mei Xia kept her eyes locked on the traffic ahead, seamlessly shifting into a professional intelligence brief regarding Scott's digital movements.

"Regarding Scott, he hasn't made any major chess moves against us just yet, but my intercepts show he officially scheduled a home visit for this coming weekend with his mother and an uncle from the Song family. My calculation is that he intends to ask them for a direct intervention favor during the meeting. He is most likely terrified of attempting anything hostile around the main estate where his father or his current wives can monitor him."

I let out a relaxed smile, leaning back against the leather seat as I appreciated the immense value of her real-time tracking capabilities. Having a dedicated shadow asset to monitor the board for me was an incredible asset. "Despite his terrible life choices and obvious ego issues, Scott used to score exceptionally high on his exams back in high school. The guy isn't a complete idiot when it comes to raw intellect."

Mei instantly burst out into a loud, mocking laugh, her knuckles tapping against the steering wheel as she turned onto the main avenue. "Haha! Scored high? Are you seriously that naive, Rick? He systematically paid off the school administration and the individual teachers for the vast majority of his grades. In reality, I and a handful of other estate servants did absolutely all of his homework and essays for him behind the scenes. We literally had to prepare summarized note cards for him before every period just so he could play it off in class like he actually knew the material. No, Rick, your own academic performance was deliberately suppressed back then, while Debby Tang simply bought his entire transcript. Trust me, she would have aggressively bought his way all the way to the number one spot in the ranking if she hadn't been terrified of upsetting Linda Lang's family."

I blinked in genuine confusion, my mind immediately reevaluating my memories of our old high school roster. "But if he was that heavily carried by staff, how on earth did he manage to cleanly pass Mr. Chi's advanced class? That man was notoriously impossible to bribe."

"Debby Tang simply had her connections in the Song family threaten his relatives' lives," Mei explained, her voice dropping into a cold, clinical tone as she detailed the dark reality of the high-society syndicates. "The Song clan is not a nice organization to cross if you catch my meaning. Personally, I would calculate them as significantly more vicious than the Ning family if such a thing is even possible. I am not talking about your twins, of course, but their biological father, Head Ning, is absolute human trash."

I shifted in my seat, finally seizing the opportunity to ask a lingering political question that had been bugging my tactical calculations for a while. "So why exactly did he force the twins into that arrangement? And why does my uncle Anthony actively tolerate the constant friction caused by the Song and Ning clans within his territory?"

"It's a matter of basic regional geography," Mei replied smoothly, navigating the heavy armored vehicle through the university gates. "Most of the expansive territory known as the White State is directly controlled by the Tang Clan's overarching hierarchy. Although all the major family Heads currently reside here in Star City, their respective subordinate families each manage a massive chunk of Eurasia's actual operations. The Song and the Ning happen to be two of the four primary subordinate families anchoring the White State's economy. Did you seriously not know that Nadia and Nichole only officially moved to Star City a year ago?"

"No, I didn't," I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck. "I found out their father maintained his primary residence deep in the White State, but honestly, I hadn't dug too deeply into their specific family lineage yet. Most of my active electronic counter-intelligence and deep-web tracking was focused on the Song Clan's recent movements. Sadly, I just don't have enough hours in the day to uncover absolutely every hidden historical archive on my own."

As she pulled the massive Hummer up toward our usual drop-off spot near the main campus building, she wrapped up her breakdown of the twins' dark past. "Well, the Song and the Ning are constantly at one another's throats over borders and commercial influence. In order to force some semblance of political stability onto the White State, the higher-ups originally wanted to marry a prominent Song relative directly to the Ning daughters. Head Ning flatly refused the arrangement until they officially offered up Scott, who carries the dual bloodlines of both the Song and the Tang. At that point, Head Ning reluctantly agreed to the match."

She shifted the transmission into park, turning in her seat to look at me with an intense seriousness. "Head Ning only ever wanted to secure the Tang family name for his lineage and wanted absolutely nothing to do with the Song side of the house, but Scott's political status in the White State was simply too lucrative to pass up, so he gave his daughters away to seal the contract. Well, based on what the twins have quietly told me before, their father would regularly beat them and lock them away in dark rooms whenever they failed to successfully eliminate his commercial rivals. That extreme environment is the exact reason why the twins are so fiercely cutthroat in their methodology. If they didn't actively surpass every other competitor in their generation, they were harshly punished by their own blood. Coming to Star City was a massive taste of freedom for them, even if they absolutely despise Scott's presence."

I paused with my hand on the door handle, the heavy reality of their upbringing aligning perfectly with the protective instincts I held for them. Before she could step out to perform her formal role and open my door, I looked back at her. "Back when I first got them pregnant and we met in secret, they explicitly told me they wanted to choose a life with me. But they were terrified, saying their father would sooner execute them with his own hands than allow his lineage to be dishonored by a commoner husband. Sigh."

Mei's serious expression instantly melted away, her eyes crinkling as her familiar, teasing maid smile returned in full force. "Master Lee, you have a massive army of babies coming your way very soon. This humble maid is going to be incredibly busy handling the nursery logistics, fufu!"

With her playful remark breaking the heavy tension, she smoothly stepped out of the vehicle and let me out for the day, executing her flawless public servant act as I headed toward my morning lectures.

Knowing the sheer physical and mental toll the upcoming journey would take on our systems, I explicitly instructed Mei to get some solid sleep during the afternoon hours while I handled my schedule. To ensure we were fully fueled for the operation, I bypassed my usual routine and ate a massive, quiet lunch side by side with Tina, filling our bellies so we wouldn't have to worry about food stops later.

Absolutely nothing notable or out of the ordinary occurred for the remainder of that Wednesday. I completely skipped out on the afternoon Kung-Fu Club training session to keep my baseline stamina fresh, spending the quiet hours waiting for Tina to wrap up her remaining syndicate obligations.

As the final rays of sunlight began to dip below the horizon, the atmosphere turned electric. The heavy gear was loaded, the escort convoy was aligned, and it was finally time for our tactical trip north to begin.

Myself, Tina, Jenifer, and Mei navigated the evening streets, driving to meet up with our primary escort—a dedicated group of the Fire Birds' top guards and a few essential logistical staff from the central headquarters downtown. This marked the absolute first time I had ever set foot inside the main operational base of the Fire Birds.

As we neared the destination, a massive ten-story building loomed over the block, a prominent Phoenix symbol anchoring the roofline right above a sign that read Fire Birds in crisp lettering. It was a stark reminder of how openly the syndicates operated in broad daylight; as an official enforcement arm of the ruling families, their existence was fully sanctioned and permitted by the central government.

We smoothly pulled into the secure underground parking garage. The moment the transmission clicked into park, our respective maids snapped into motion, opening the doors in unison for me and Tina to step out onto the concrete. Every single armed guard stationed across the lower levels instantly recognized the specialized license plates and Tina Feng's presence. No one made a single move to intercept our path, and a high-ranking woman immediately stepped forward from the security details to offer a formal greeting.

"Good to see you, Vice Leader. The Head is currently in his office if you wish to speak with him before the convoy departs."

Tina let a warm, radiant smile spread across her face, reaching over to loop her arm intimately through mine as she turned to look at me. "Rick, come and meet my granduncle. He is the current active Leader of the Fire Birds. After a quick greeting, I can change into my formal syndicate attire and we can head out."

"Sure thing. Anything you want, Boss," I replied with a casual nod.

Tina just grinned, playfully slapping her palm against the heavy plating of my concealed armored vest before the five of us marched directly into the heart of the headquarters.

The interior decoration of the building was a relentless onslaught of deep reds, dark browns, and polished gold accents. The entire layout exuded a heavy, vintage design aesthetic that felt as if it had been ripped straight out of the 1970s rather than a modern commercial workspace. In reality, the look reminded me vividly of those old Austin Powers movies from my past life. It was completely groovy.

Stepping into the elevator to ride up to the top floor, I couldn't help but let out a genuine grin as the speakers began piping in generic, synthesized seventies elevator music to match the decor. Tina caught the amused expression on my face, leaning a fraction closer against my shoulder. "My granduncle is absolutely obsessed with this specific era of design. But don't worry, the exact moment I officially take over the organization, I can completely redecorate the entire building any way you want."

I shook my head with a soft chuckle, keeping my eyes on the floor indicator. "Just the opposite, actually. I honestly feel like I just walked straight into a classic seventies martial arts movie. I am just waiting to see if we are going to be suddenly jumped by a massive group of rival fighters or a troupe of go-go dancers. I absolutely love the atmosphere; it's just pure fun. Everything else in Star City is so aggressively modern that this level of dedicated retro is actually incredibly refreshing."

Tina’s grin widened as she processed the unexpected insight into my tastes. She tightened her grip on my arm, maintaining a highly intimate stance.

Part of me figured she was doing it specifically to establish boundaries in front of Mei, or perhaps she was just making a loud, unspoken statement to the rest of the organization regarding exactly who she intended to back.

Ding!

The heavy elevator doors slid open to reveal an expansive, wide-open penthouse office covered in thick shag carpeting and illuminated by a series of glowing lava lamps. I wasn't even joking—the Leader was fully committing to the entire Austin Powers theme across every square inch of the floor. Over by a massive wall of windows at the far end of the room, an elderly man sat behind a heavy wooden desk, turning his sharp gaze in our direction the moment we stepped out.

He was dressed in a pristine white business suit paired with a striking crimson tie. His hair was a stark mix of natural red and deep grey, and a prominent scar slashed right beneath his right eye, giving him an undeniably cool, battle-hardened edge. He appeared to be somewhere in his mid-to-late sixties, exuding the exact calculated presence of a classic James Bond villain.

To the immediate left and right of the elevator bank, two elite guards sat positioned on low couches, actively trying to hide their physical presence by remaining completely motionless. My tactical instincts picked them up instantly; they were advanced-tier martial artists, and the slight bulk beneath their tailored red suits made it completely obvious they were packing concealed firearms.

"Hello, little Tina," the old man called out, his voice a gravelly baritone that easily carried across the room. "I see you brought Number Two along with you, and he was certainly smart enough to scan the room the moment those doors opened. Hello, Rick Lee. I am Daniel Feng, the current active Leader of the Fire Birds."

He stood up from his desk, pacing forward to meet our group halfway into the massive upper-floor suite. He extended his right hand toward me for a formal grip. The moment our palms connected, my hardwired muscle memory flared; his physical alignment and tension patterns made it immediately clear he was a Master-level practitioner of Kung-Fu, specifically specializing in the precise crane and eagle styles.

Daniel’s eyes narrowed slightly as he felt my grip adjust instantly to neutralize his stance. "Oh ho? What exactly did you see the moment we shook hands, young Lee?"

"You are an absolute master of both the crane and eagle style forms of Kung-Fu," I stated calmly, keeping my voice level. "And judging by the specific calluses on your palms and the alignment of your joints, you are an expert marksman. Your trigger finger is incredibly noticeable."

A broad, genuine grin broke across his scarred face. He turned his head to look at Tina, nodding in approval. "Those idiots Number One and Number Three couldn't even see past my suit when we first met, but this kid read my entire combat history with a single handshake. So, Mr. Lee, do you honestly think you're ready to step up and take my seat?"

I raised my left arm slightly, gesturing toward the beautiful, deadly woman locked onto my side. "I am definitely not stupid enough to claim that I am. I am perfectly content to let her sit in the big chair while I handle the direct enforcement from the shadows. Tina wants to sit at the head of this organization, and it is my exact job to ensure that reality manifests without a single hitch."

The old man let out a booming laugh, his eyes crinkling. "I know she probably didn't share the finer details of the corporate charter with you just yet, son... but while she can easily run the day-to-day operations and logistics for you, you are still officially designated to inherit the title of Leader on paper. So do me a massive favor and don't let her run my entire empire straight into the ground, or I will personally come out of retirement just to kick your ass."

I could easily tell from his tone that he held a deep, profound affection for Tina. I simply offered a firm, respectful nod to his words, accepting the terms of the arrangement. Daniel’s expression then shifted, turning significantly more somber as he looked directly at his grandniece.

"Are you absolutely certain you want to personally conduct this specific branch inspection tonight, Tina? My tactical gut is telling me this entire setup might be a coordinated plot."

Tina offered a cold, confident smile, her posture tightening with an innate authority. "I was the one who personally executed Fredrick Di, so it is my sole responsibility to go up there and thoroughly clean up the remaining trash. If the situation shifts and gets dangerous, I have Rick right here to ensure my bacon stays perfectly safe."

Daniel studied her face for a quiet second before offering a final, critical warning to send us off. "Just keep your eyes open. Ronald Di—the Number Six enforcer whom Rick publicly beat into the dirt—has already traveled up north ahead of your convoy. He may cause a massive amount of problems for your team. He belongs to that exact same Di family line, so he likely caught wind of your inspection itinerary and wants to manufacture serious trouble for you or Rick. Now, you all get moving. It's about a three-to-four-hour drive into the northern territory."

Our group stopped on the ninth floor, where Tina's personal office was located. Jenifer also maintained her own workspace on this level, and the two maids immediately excused themselves to go freshen up and handle their pre-trip preparations.

Tina led me into her private office and clicked the lock shut on the heavy door. Once she was completely certain that no one else was around to interrupt us, she began unbuttoning her clothes, peeling out of her school uniform without a hint of hesitation. I let out a relaxed smile, watching her movements. "You really seem to like undressing in front of me, Tina."

"I do it so you can fully enjoy me," she replied, a teasing smirk dancing on her lips as she tossed her shirt aside. "It honestly feels amazing to be wanted by someone you actually like."

Dressed in nothing but her white lace underwear, she reached out and caught my hand, pulling me along into the walk-in dressing room she kept attached to the office. The clothing racks were immaculately organized, holding a diverse assortment of elegant dinner dresses, pristine school uniforms, and her form-fitting assassin's black leather gear. She gestured toward a stacked set of wooden drawers, casting a playful glance over her shoulder. "Find me a matching pair of a bra and panties while I use the restroom. I will be right back."

I offered a funny look as she walked out, but she just smiled, thoroughly enjoying the effect she was having on me. I knew this was a calculated demonstration of her natural seduction skill to drive up my arousal, but I was a man and I wasn't about to back down from seeing what she had stored away.

Her drawers were packed with an incredible variety of fabrics and colors, looking exactly like she had just successfully robbed a high-end lingerie boutique. After browsing for a minute, I pulled out a beautiful set of dark blue silk panties and a matching bra, holding them as casually as a mature man possibly could.

The door clicked open, and Tina walked back into the dressing room completely nude. Like most noble women in her high-society circle prefer, she was immaculately trimmed and shaven. Standing there fully naked, her physical composition was absolutely breathtaking.

"Well, Rick, do you genuinely like what you see?" she asked, stepping closer.

"You are absolutely beautiful, Tina," I admitted, my voice dropping a bit as I looked at her. "Honestly, it is getting incredibly hard to resist the urge to hold you right now."

She closed the remaining distance between us, looping her bare arms securely around my neck as she tilted her head up. "Then just hold me. You are still fully dressed and we aren't crossing any official family lines yet, so just hold me tight, Rick."

Not needing to be told a second time, I wrapped my arms around her naked upper and lower back, pulling her soft body flush against me. Because I knew my own willpower would crumble if I immediately targeted her private areas, I kept my hands from wandering too far, focusing instead on capturing her lips. We shared a deep, heavy kiss while my palms slowly roamed the smooth skin of her back, letting out a small amount of rhythmic butt rubbing to feel her curves.

Apparently having had her fill of kissing for the moment, Tina tilted her head down, shifting her weight to push my head downward toward her chest until my lips met her left nipple. I didn't question her direction or hesitate for a single second, eagerly sucking on her breast while the fabric of my pants began to feel incredibly tight and restrictive.

"That feels so incredibly good, Rick," she murmured, her fingers tangling in my hair. "You are acting just like a hungry baby, fufu."

I rolled my eyes at her teasing comment, fully aware that she was intentionally trying to provoke a massive reaction out of my system. Deciding to turn the tables and catch her completely off guard, I began to press a trail of wet kisses down her flat belly, slowly working my way down toward her pussy.

The exact moment my lips moved past her navel, I could feel her entire body freeze in sheer surprise, completely caught off guard by how incredibly bold I was being. She may have possessed top-tier theoretical seduction skills, but she had never actually put them into real physical practice before, making her just like a man who had logged thousands of hours watching porn but possessed zero actual bedroom experience.

Seeing that she wasn't making a single move to stop me, I successfully made it to her soft outer folds and immediately attacked with my tongue. Tina's mind snapped back into focus under the intense physical stimulation, and she raised her left leg, wrapping it securely over my shoulder to invite me fully into her heat. A genuine, radiant smile broke across her face—the look of a girl who knew she was doing something thoroughly bad.

"Rick dear, I really love this exact feeling you are giving me," she whispered, her breathing turning shallow. "I never want to give this up for the rest of my life, but..."

Realizing that the pacing was getting entirely too fast and that I was pushing things a bit too far for our current schedule, I began to pull back to stop.

Before I could even shift my weight, she suddenly used her strength to push me flat onto my back against the dressing room carpet.

While I lay there in complete confusion trying to figure out what she was planning, Tina reached down, unzipping my fly and releasing my dragon completely from its cave. My eyes widened as the realization hit me. Was she seriously about to give me a blowjob right here?

Hot damn, a real Hummer was inbound?

"Rick Lee, I can't hold myself back anymore!" she cried out instead.

She pressed her bare breasts flat against my chest, leaning down to trap my mouth in a deep, incredibly passionate kiss that I gladly returned. While our tongues tangled, I felt Tina reach downward with her soft hand, wrapping her fingers around my dick and stroking the length until I reached absolute max firmness under her gentle touch.

But then my tactical awareness picked up on a sudden shift in her positioning. I felt the warm rush of her own love juices slicking the head of my erection.

Before I could even raise my hands to physically stop her, she pressed her lower body downward in one smooth, heavy motion, completely engulfing my full length inside her core.

She straightened her spine, sitting directly on top of me in the cowgirl position, a tiny gasp of physical pain escaping her lips before her expression settled. "Ah! That hurts so good. Now, Rick, I am officially yours. You absolutely must win the competition now."

"Tina, I... um, I think we just completely broke the official rules, right?" I stammered, my head spinning as I looked up at her. "And why exactly did you not give me a warning before doing that?"

It was a completely bizarre sight. Tina was completely naked on top of me, while I was still fully dressed in my suit, wearing a fucking bulletproof vest with my loaded guns still strapped to my holsters.

She reached down, gently rubbing her hand across my face to calm my panic. "I lost my hymen a long time ago during rigorous physical training, so if I don't tell anyone and you don't tell anyone, who will ever know? Plus, that rule isn't even a real part of the official clan charter; my mother just added that one in to keep me focused. Oh, by the way, does it feel amazing to be inside me, Rick?"

The charming, playful smile instantly vanished from her features, replaced by her familiar, intense predatory look. Her facial expressions flattened entirely as her golden eyes locked onto mine, searching my very soul for an answer. I placed my hands gently on her thighs, caressing the smooth skin of her legs to reassure her.

"It feels way too good being inside you, Tina. I can genuinely feel your love for me at this very moment, and it makes me incredibly happy. I am just terrified of making you pregnant entirely too early in our relationship."

Tina didn't offer a verbal response. Instead, she simply began to lift and lower her hips onto my erection, the heavy flow of excess lubrication confirming just how deeply aroused her body was. Thump, thump, thump. She moved slowly and methodically, taking my entire length all the way in until her core bottomed out against my base, before sliding back up to the tip and repeating the motion. The entire time, she stared me down with an absolute intensity, ensuring my gaze never wavered from hers, acting exactly like a medusa who would turn me to stone if I dared look away.

"Rick Lee, my Dragon, I am officially your woman now," she commanded, her hips maintaining their heavy rhythm. "Now tell me exactly what you want."

The dynamic was incredibly strange. She wasn't letting out a single moan, nor did her face reflect the usual expressions of sexual lust, yet the rapid internal contractions of her body and the heavy friction of our fluids proved she was experiencing an intense amount of pleasure. It felt like an act of mating driven entirely by pure primal instinct rather than basic lust—a Phoenix choosing its mate for life.

"I want to make love to you, Tina," I groaned, the internal heat rising rapidly. "Ah, it feels like I am going to cum incredibly soon!"

The moment she heard my warning, she reached down, grabbing my hands from her waist and firmly pinning my arms to the carpeted floor at my sides as she aggressively increased her speed. Slap, slap, slap. Her facial expression remained completely stoic, but I could feel her inner walls violently constricting around my dick, accompanied by the wet sounds of her own fluids as she experienced a silent orgasm, refusing to let out a single vocal cry of pleasure.

I was right on the verge of letting out my semen, and I realized she was purposefully pinning my arms so I couldn't push her off to pull out. I let out a grin in my heart, giving her one final, ragged warning. "I am letting it out inside you right now if you don't get off me! Damn, it's coming soon!"

Slap, slap, slap. As her own climax finally tapered off, a charming, victorious smile broke across her face. She saw me actively holding back to give her a chance to escape, but the impish glint in her golden eyes made it completely obvious she intended to take the full force of my release. With a happy smile of total defeat, I stopped resisting and let out what I couldn't hold back anymore, filling her deep inside. The moment the rush hit her, Tina lowered her hips all the way down, sealing her body against mine to ensure not a single drop would leak out of her.

"Tina Feng, I fully surrender," I breathed, my heart hammering against my ribs. "I honestly did not think you would completely conquer me like this. I will love you forever."

She leaned down to press a soft kiss to my lips before sitting back up on my thighs. "For my very first time, I really loved it. I feel so completely alive right now, Rick."

I reached up, gently rubbing her flat belly with a defeated smile. "I just hope this stupid inheritance competition officially ends before anyone else finds out what I just did to you. I want us to be legally married first."

Tina placed her hand over her mouth, her eyes crinkling with absolute amusement as a quiet laugh escaped her. "Oh, please don't panic, dear. Unlike the twins, I am and have always been on birth control pills to properly manage my monthly period cycles. You and I can look into having a baby on our actual wedding night, but until that day arrives, we can just practice the process in secret, ufufu!"

I gently fondled her breasts for a few minutes while our heart rates slowed down and our bodies naturally calmed from the heat of the encounter. Soon after, we grabbed some of her old, discarded clothing from the hamper to thoroughly wipe ourselves down and ensure we didn't leave a single trace of a mess. She was incredibly careful to immediately wash the stained clothing under the sink before throwing the fabric away into the secure bin.

She clearly had zero intention of letting anyone else uncover our first time, which was exactly why she had orchestrated this perfect tactical ambush inside a dark, locked closet.

I helped Tina get into her assassin's outfit like a loving husband, carefully smoothing the dark fabric over her shoulders. While we methodically strapped her hidden weapons onto her body, we would exchange soft kisses here and there, the quiet room filled only with the click of buckles and our breathing. Even when her facial expression smoothed back out into her usual stoic mask, I could tell her heart was genuinely happy. I truly seem to be intensely attracted to emotionally challenged women—well, at least some of them in my circle.

"Husband, go and get me my black long coat," she requested, her gold eyes following my movement. "I want to match your look tonight, fufu. I just wanted to call you that for a moment... it actually sounds incredibly nice."

I went to retrieve the heavy garment from the rack, and as I stepped up to help her slide into the sleeves, she spoke up, her voice dropping into a rare, vulnerable tone. "Was I any good, Rick? I know my physical reactions might not be completely normal compared to other women, but I absolutely did not want to act fake with you."

I wrapped my arms firmly around her from behind, pulling her back against my chest to reassure her. "You were absolutely perfect, Tina. I would not change a single thing about you. Just stay exactly anyway you want."

"My mother explicitly told me she tricked my father in that exact same fashion back in their day," she murmured, a faint smirk returning to her lips. "Did the tactic work on you?"

"Definitely."

"Sorry I didn't tell you about the birth control pill beforehand," she noted, turning around in my embrace to look up at me. "I genuinely wanted to see your raw emotions if I forced you to give me a baby right then, and I was incredibly happy with that cute, panicked face you made, fufu. Now let's go before we make everyone outside suspicious of our delay."

Fortunately, the moment we unlocked the door and stepped back out into the main corridor, no one else seemed to notice a single thing amiss, but even if they did pick up on the subtle shift in our energy, they wisely chose to say absolutely nothing about it.

Soon enough, the four of us climbed directly into the reinforced cabin of the massive Feng family Hummer. Mei took her position behind the wheel, cranking the heavy engine to life as the four armored SUV escorts fell into a tight, defensive formation around our perimeter. The entire convoy smoothly accelerated out of the underground garage, navigating through the final city streets before merging cleanly onto the northbound freeway.

North City, here we come!