Chapter 85: Challenge… ACCEPTED!

Chapter 85: Challenge... ACCEPTED!

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The heavy, rhythmic pounding on the door dragged me straight out of a deep sleep, the vibrations rattling right through the mattress. My eyelids felt like lead as they cracked open, the blurry morning light immediately filling with the vision of a stunning black-haired woman with bright blue eyes leaning over my chest.

Before my groggy brain could even register the warmth of her skin, her lips trapped mine in a deep, wet kiss that tasted faintly of sweet saliva and early morning intimacy.

At the exact same time, a sudden, intense wave of friction flared up from my waist, sending a jolt of heat straight down my spine. Another soft body was already moving in the dim room, slowly and deliberately rocking up and down atop my half-hard morning wood.

I blinked hard against the haze of exhaustion, my morning brain completely scrambling to do the mental math of figuring out exactly who was who at this specific moment. Deciding that thinking required way too much effort for a guy who had been run ragged all night, I just gave up and leaned completely into the raw pleasure of the sensation.

I wrapped my arms tightly around the kisser, digging my fingers into her bare back and pulling her down against my chest while letting the rider do whatever she pleased with my lower half. The intense, direct stimulation worked fast, drawing blood straight to my groin until my wood hardened fully into a rigid, pulsing pillar deep inside her tight warmth.

My mind flashed back to the endless bedroom marathon from the night before, a sudden wave of fatigue hitting me as I realized my tank was running dangerously low. If I hit the finish line right now, there probably would not be much left to show for it, making me rasp out against her lips, "Morning girls, what did I miss?"

The words had barely left my throat before that same heavy, demanding thumping on the door echoed through the walls of the bedroom. The outside world tried to barge in, but the distraction vanished the split second my dragon shuddered from a sudden, violent squeeze, spitting what little fire it had left deep into the scorching furnace cooking it.

The wife riding me let out a sharp, breathless gasp, her inner walls tightening in an absolute vice grip as she shook violently atop me, her hips trembling as she rode the high of her own intense, shattering climax.

At the same time, the wife hugging my neck let out a soft, teasing laugh right against my ear, her warm breath tickling my skin as she stared down, completely amused by my strained, cumming face. "Ricky, you have been asleep for about two hours, but Nicky and I have not slept," Nadia murmured, teasingly running a finger down my cheek. "We have been slowly milking you all night. This is our first time having you for more than two hours and we needed to learn your body well, fufu."

The weight shifted over my lap as the woman currently impaled on my shrinking dragon leaned all the way down, her heavy breasts pressing against my chest as she smeared her lips tightly against mine in a needy kiss. Pulling back with a playful, triumphant pout, Nichole grumbled, "Stupid Nadia hogged you for the whole two hours and I finally got my turn. I had to spank her to get her off you."

I shook my head, a tired grin breaking through the absolute exhaustion anchoring my limbs to the mattress. The heavy, musky smell of sex hung so thick in the bedroom air that it was almost enough to make a normal guy gag, but the sight of their flushed faces and messy hair completely melted any complaints I could have gathered.

Reaching up, I gently wiped a bead of sweat from Nichole's damp forehead before looking back and forth between the two of them. "My girls, you can not just skip sleep like that, it is bad for the babies," I muttered, my voice rough as I pulled them both closer against me. "Have you at least been drinking water?"

Nadia reached blindly over to the cluttered nightstand, her fingers wrapping around a fresh bottle of water before handing it over to me with a soft smile. Her eyes crinkled with genuine affection, clearly loving the sight of my protective, concerned expression as she replied, "Drink this water Rick, and we have been drinking throughout the night so don't worry. As for sleep? We are going to sleep when you get up. We are not going to school today because we have our Sonograms today for our babies. So we will sleep for a few hours."

I nodded, twisting the cap off and draining half the plastic bottle in one long, greedy gulp that felt like heaven on my dry throat. The three of us finally dragged our sticky bodies out of the messy pile of sheets, working together to yank the damp, sweat-stained blankets completely off the mattress.

Looking at the ruined fabric, it was pretty obvious those were a total lost cause, so we just agreed to throw the whole set away later.

Stepping into the steaming spray of the shower, the hot water washed over our skin until it felt like we did not have a single drop of sexy energy left in our bones. Still, the deep intimacy of the night lingered in the way we naturally leaned on each other under the running water.

Nichole wrapped her arms tightly around my waist from the front, resting her heavy head right against my chest, while Nadia pressed her front flush against my back, hugging me from behind until the heat of her skin soaked through the spray. The woman in my arms tilted her head up, the water slicking her dark hair back as she looked directly into my eyes with a soft, incredibly peaceful smile. "You loving us is the one calculation I have never figured out," she whispered softly. "While everyone hates us, you just look at us with love. I will be happy even if the world condemns us."

The warm spray bounced over my shoulders as I shrugged, staring down at her upturned face while the soap rinsed away. "Maybe I grew up reading too many novels with villainous noble girls and felt sorry for them," I mused, squeezing her shoulder gently. "Maybe if someone loved them, they could be happy?"

Nadia's fingers slid around from behind, her palm trailing smoothly over my wet ribs until her hand rested directly over the steady thumping of my heart. She squeezed me tightly, whispering against my shoulder blades, "Ricky I call dibs on your heart, fufu."

After the long shower, I got dressed into some clean clothes and headed downstairs to get ready for school. The twins managed to scramble down to the kitchen to eat a quick breakfast with Hana, but the absolute second the food was cleared from the table, they practically crawled right back up the stairs and collapsed into bed, completely spent.

Their personal bodyguard was scheduled to arrive later to escort them to their medical appointment, so Hana turned back toward the twins with a warm smile, grabbing her purse from the counter. "I will come over to the OB-department when you get your checkup and get mine done as well, then have lunch with you two," she announced, checking her reflection in the hallway mirror. With the morning chaos finally sorted out, I walked out the front door and was quickly whisked away in the quiet luxury of the limousine toward the university campus.

To be closer to Mei during the morning commute, I chose to sit directly behind the driver partition of the limo so we could talk face-to-face without any glass between us. She leaned forward in her seat, her eyes lingering on the sharp lines of the crisp grey suit I had picked out for the day before a bright smile broke across her face. "I was jealous I could not eat in the Velvet Lounge with you guys last night," she teased, tilting her head at me.

I rolled my eyes at her dramatic tone, leaning my head back against the plush leather seat with a quiet chuckle. "Then you and I will go for lunch there if you want, since the twins are out for today," I shot back, adjusting my cuffs. "If you want to do something then let me know and don't play sad martyr with me, Mei."

The Chinese woman stuck out her tongue playfully, her stiff posture completely dissolving as she adjusted the trim of her uniform. "Not yet Young Master Tang," she countered, her eyes flashing with a bit of mischief. "You can't be seen going on dates with your maid too early, then it would seem suspicious for anyone watching us. How about I pick up your favorite Big-Burger combo, and we just eat in the car together then?"

A genuine smile hit my face at her suggestion, a wave of appreciation washing over me for how fast she was learning the exact, simple things that made me happy. Her intense spy training was honestly awesome when applied to her daily maid mode. "Seducing the Immortal Yellow Emperor with Big-Burger would make the China Empire spit blood if they knew," I laughed.

Hearing my words, Mei Xia let out a sharp laugh of her own, completely cracking up as she leaned against the door, totally entertained by the ridiculous historical image I had just painted for her.

The overall atmosphere inside my business class was incredibly interesting today.

As I walked down the aisle toward my row, I noticed right away that Linda's desk had magically shifted about six inches closer to my own seat than it had been yesterday. Meanwhile, Tina was currently sitting directly in Jim's usual spot, completely ignoring the fact that he was over in the corner bickering with his new girlfriend.

I slid into my desk, putting myself right in the middle of the two competing women. The second my bag hit the floor, Tina reached into her jacket and slid a formal-looking envelope onto my wood grain desk. "Number 3 has formally challenged Number 2 for the third week of October on Saturday night at midnight, exactly one month from the last fight," she stated, her tone sharp and direct.

Linda's eyes locked onto my hands, watching my every movement as I took the paper from Tina and quickly skimmed the typed details. I frowned slightly at the terms, looking up at the two of them. "Can't we just fight privately?" I asked, tapping the edge of the paper against my chin. "Do we need to do the whole ring and betting thing?"

Tina completely saw right through Linda's amateur attempt at shifting her desk closer to mine. Instead of answering my question right away, she deliberately leaned her upper body all the way across my desk, her hair brushing my shoulder as she whispered directly into my ear.

Her low neckline dipped low, giving me a completely unobstructed, clear line of sight right down into her magical valley, which my internal thoughts immediately labeled as Rick's fun-bags. Sadly, my physical nuts were so completely depleted from the twins' overnight milking session that I could not get excited even if I wanted to.

"I get turned on thinking how all the women want my husband and can not have him, Ufufu," she murmured, her voice a low, teasing purr.

I almost felt a slight twitch of movement from the dragon as her warm breath hit my skin, but I knew exactly what she was playing at. She was only throwing out that heavy seduction to get directly under Linda's skin, knowing full well that Linda absolutely hated violence and would refuse to attend an underground brawl.

I braced my shoulders against the back of my chair, lifting the challenge letter up high between my fingers and proudly declaring to the room, "Challenge... ACCEPTED!"

My voice echoed clearly across the front rows, causing a good number of students in the room to spin around in their chairs and stare at me. They watched me boldly announce that statement to Tina, completely clueless about what we were actually discussing.

Sadly, this world did not know a single thing about the legendary television series featuring my favorite playboy character, a guy who was ironically played by a gay actor who channeled absolute, unshakeable confidence every time he spoke. My hardwired Acting capability allowed me to mirror that exact energy flawlessly, mimicking the show's classic vibe perfectly as I held the letter high.

Tina absolutely loved the sudden burst of enthusiasm in my response, her eyes flashing with a spark that made it look like she wanted nothing more than to throw her arms around my neck. Still, she locked her emotions down tight to keep up appearances in front of the class.

She smoothly stood up from Jim's desk to head back to her own row, pausing just long enough to lean down and whisper a quiet parting shot right onto Linda's desk, "Top that turtle, fufu."

Linda's jaw tightened, her fingers gripping her pen as she clearly wanted to snap back, but she forced herself to remain completely still. As a proper noble lady of the Lang family, she had a strict set of societal rules and etiquette to follow that kept her anchored.

She let out a quiet sigh, comforting herself with the knowledge that Tina was just bragging to get a reaction. She decided that it was fine for now because one day very soon, she was going to completely one-up that bird.

Right as the tension between them began to settle, Scott walked through the classroom door, and surprisingly, he actually looked like he had gotten a full, peaceful night of sleep. He wore his normal, charming smile like a mask as he walked down the aisle, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

The only acknowledgement I got was his hand casually dropping to his side, politely flipping me the middle finger as he strolled right past my desk. He did not even turn his head to see what kind of expression I was making. Wow, the guy bounced back damn fast from his public humiliation.

Honestly, I did not mind him giving me the middle finger one bit because if I was being completely fair with myself, I had truly earned that gesture. I had been just as despicable and underhanded as him during our actual fight, which meant I was absolutely no hero or saint in this situation. If he wanted to keep his revenge limited to petty hand gestures and silent name-calling, it was all good with me.

Just before the professor started the lecture, I reviewed the latest clues Mei had gathered for me earlier, recalling how she had informed me that Scott had completely ditched his old device for a brand-new phone. He was currently refusing to speak about anything sensitive or private over the line, growing completely paranoid that every single room he entered was bugged.

Unfortunately for Scott, his brand-new phone was already under our complete network observation due to my master-tier computer tracking, allowing us to intercept the registration easily, even under his newly adopted name of Scott Tang-Song.

The news from White State confirmed that the Head, Lady Song, had officially brought him into the fold as a main branch member of the Song family. This sudden political move instantly elevated Scott back into the ranks of middle nobility.

That upgrade was probably the exact reason he was acting like a perfectly genial, polite gentleman in public, because he could not afford to bring shame to the Song clan.

The professor walked up to the podium and began setting up the projector. Looking around the room, it was obvious that not a single commoner student in the class had the balls to open their mouths or ask about his recent public affair involving me. To the regular citizens, his new backing meant he was still powerful enough to make their daily lives an absolute living hell if they crossed him.

When the lecture finally came to an end, I gathered the paperwork and walked up to the front podium, placing the daily attendance sheet down on Victoria's desk. She paused her grading and looked up at me, her eyes tracking my movements before she spoke softly, her voice carrying a rare warmth, "I am glad you are well. I heard of your match in three weeks. Would it be alright to come and support you?"

I blinked, completely caught off guard by the sudden request as my mind raced to understand her angle, wondering exactly how she intended to support me. I stammered a bit, clearing my throat, "Um, I guess? But I won't be sitting in the crowd?"

Victoria offered a calm, knowing smile, leaning back slightly in her office chair as she tapped her fingers against the mahogany wood. "I own the main stadium so I can come backstage," she explained smoothly. "And if you're wondering about why they gave my bodyguard a hard time, it's because I don't run it, but the Deng family, I am only the owner as a part of Star Entertainment."

The information instantly clicked in my head, my system knowledge mapping out the political landscape. The Deng family was one of the four vassal families serving directly under the Lang family, which meant they were generally considered neutral when it came to the Long family's internal politics.

This exact positioning was why they were able to conduct business openly with both the Long and Tang clans without causing an immediate war.

"Sure, then if you want to sit and keep me company, I won't mind at all," I replied, leaning against the edge of her podium.

Victoria nodded, her professional demeanor shifting slightly as she tapped her pen against the desk, her voice dropping a fraction as she added, "I also wanted to tell you what we are doing in my kitchen... We will be testing a few new appetizer ideas I have for a few of my restaurants, so it's more work than anything. But I know you are good enough as a restaurant cook and can brainstorm with me."

I smiled, completely relaxed about the prospect of helping out since my Cooking capability was more than enough to handle standard restaurant speed and menu planning. "Sure thing Teacher Long, I will wear something kitchen ready, I will go back now."

I grabbed my bag and turned to leave the room, completely unaware that behind me, Victoria, a thoroughly mature and alluring woman, just kept her eyes locked on my back, watching me walk away with a complicated, lingering gaze.

Later in computer class, James was finally able to slide into the desk right next to me with the twins gone for the day. We fell right into our usual guy-chatted rhythm while the new instructor, Teacher Smith, stood at the front of the room going over some basic desktop features.

The lecture was focused on simple shortcuts meant to help the average student find internet research materials a bit faster, giving us the perfect cover to keep our voices low as we leaned over our keyboards. James nudged my elbow, whispering, "So where are you treating me for lunch?"

I glanced over at him, packing a notebook into my bag as I shook my head, keeping my voice down. "Sorry not today my friend, I made lunch plans with someone today, so let's do lunch tomorrow."

James let out a theatrical groan, slumping back against his plastic chair with a miserable look. "Damn, the twins will be back and I will be a third wheel," he complained, crossing his arms.

I couldn't help but let out a dry snort at his dramatic expression, cutting in sharply, "You meant fourth wheel?"

James quickly cleared his throat, waving his hand in the air to dismiss my math with complete confidence as he leaned in closer. "Nope, the Harem-Bible counts identical twins as one woman, cough."

I just stared at him dumbly, completely speechless at how stupid his logic was. The twins literally did everything as separate individuals, even if they shared a bed. Well, most of the time, anyway.

Before I could argue, the bell rang to signal the end of the period, and James took off out the door before the echo even died down. He had just received a lunch invitation text from Ashley, proving the bastard would have totally bailed on our plans anyway, which made me let out a quiet sigh as I watched the rest of the classroom empty out.

As I was finishing up with my backpack, Kim strolled over to my row. Instead of taking a regular chair, she casually leaned back and sat right on the edge of the empty desk next to mine, swinging her legs as she looked down at me with a bubbly, curious expression. "Hey Rick is it true, are you and Alex actually fighting over the Feng Princess?"

Despite her cheerful tone, my hardwired perception allowed me to see straight past the bright smile. Deep down, she was masking a heavy layer of lingering anger and regret over how completely her own relationship with Alex had fallen to shambles.

I zipped my bag shut while keeping my voice level as I answered, "That would be the case. He feels I am stealing all the women that belong to him. So he challenged me before Steve Woo, in hopes of impressing the women."

Kim crossed her legs, leaning back slightly as her eyes traced the ceiling tiles in thought, her playful energy dipping for a brief second before she asked, "Has Hana told you about my past with Alex?"

I shook my head, showing I wasn't shocked at all by how much I already knew as I responded, "Nope, Hana respects her friends' privacy, but I found out all about you when I researched Alex. I was surprised though. Sorry for your past."

A faint, knowing grin broke across her face, proving she wasn't surprised by my computer work. "You're great with computers so finding out things like that only makes sense," she admitted, looking down at her sneakers. "No, it was for the best. I ended it with him. I did not mind sharing him with other women, but he just did not listen to what I wanted, so..."

I swung my backpack over one shoulder and stood up, bringing us right to eye level while she remained perched on the desk. Kim leaned forward slightly, her expression shifting into a fierce, pleading pout that showed just how much venom she still held for her ex. "Can you kick his butt for me and make sure he does not get the Feng girl? Also, can I come and cheer to make him regret neglecting me? Please Rick?"

A sudden laugh escaped my throat at the sheer irony of the situation, realizing that made two of my university teachers now explicitly asking to attend an underground brawl just to watch me dismantle Alex. Still, looking at her face, I didn't see any real issue with letting her tag along.

"Sure two VIP tickets are given to me for my guests, so you and my maid can use them, and Teacher Long will join us if that's fine."

Kim's green eyes went completely wide in surprise, a bright, genuine laugh slipping past her lips as she clapped her hands together. "Oh, I met Teacher Long, she is a pretty Eurasian lady from the business department, sounds like fun. I will have to say hi to her then, ha-ha."

We exchanged a few quick parting words to finalize the arrangement, and I finally made my way out of the building, heading straight down the campus path toward where the luxury limo was waiting.

Mei was already standing by the side of the vehicle, her posture perfect as she reached out to pull the heavy back door open for me. I noticed right away that she wasn't wearing her usual stiff driver uniform today, having changed into her full maid outfit specifically for our lunch arrangement, which made me offer her a quick smile as I climbed inside the spacious cabin.

As she followed me in, Mei made a deliberate show of letting the nearby university students see her climb into the back seat with me, keeping a bright, incredibly happy smile plastered across her face as part of her public act.

Once inside, she pulled the door shut and engaged the security locks. The heavy custom tint on the windows completely blocked out the midday sun, ensuring no one from the outside could catch even a glimpse of the interior as I reached for the fast-food bags on the console. "The Deluxe is yours and the chicken is mine, so anything to report?"

As we began unwrapping our food, I brought her up to speed on everything that had transpired throughout the morning. I detailed Scott's sudden family upgrade and altered behavior before mentioning how both Kim and Victoria had requested backstage access to the midnight match against Alex.

By the time we completely finished off our Big-Burger combos, leaving nothing but our half-empty sodas in the cup holders, Mei suddenly shifted her weight on the leather. She began gently, rhythmically bouncing in her seat, a massive, mischievous grin spreading across her face as she looked over at me.

I stopped mid-sip, staring at her in utter disbelief as the car shifted slightly under her movements. "Mei, what nonsense are you up too?" I demanded, narrowing my eyes. "Are you trying to make it look like we are fooling around?"

Mei didn't even try to deny it, leaning back against the leather cushion with a pleased smirk as she kept up the rhythm. "I paid a student to take pictures of us coming in the limo and then record it gently-swaying, so I can send it in to show seduction progress with you. Its not a big issue and I will just send it in a couple of months so it does not look suspicious."

I shrugged my shoulders, letting out a weary breath as I leaned my head back against the headrest, watching her perform her bizarre spy duties. "All of your jobs must be draining to keep up with," I commented, looking at her sideways. "I would go crazy constantly looking over my shoulder."

Mei's smile softened, turning remarkably genuine as she tilted her head to look at me, her eyes losing their usual teasing edge. "No, you are literally the easiest target any seduction spy could have," she confessed softly. "Trust me when I say most targets are rough or just gross. Plus they have to always wear a fake face, but with you, you know everything and I can be just my normal self. So my life right now is pretty damn great. Plus you stupidly care for me, sigh."

I met her gaze evenly, responding honestly, "You're my partner so caring about you makes sense, right?"

The playful demeanor instantly vanished from Mei's face. She stopped the rocking entirely, dropping her feet back to the floor and crossing her arms tightly over her chest while locking her eyes onto mine with a sudden, intense seriousness. "No it is dumb because you will fall in love with me with that mind set," she warned me, her voice dropping an octave. "It happens all the time in the field, so never care for your partner. Love will get you killed."

I shrugged again, completely missing the underlying weight behind her warning as I reached for my backpack, honestly not understanding what could possibly be wrong with wanting to make sure she stayed safe out there. My best guess was that this harsh mentality had simply been drilled into her mind during her early years of intelligence training, ensuring a spy would never compromise a mission for the sake of an emotional attachment.

"Don't worry, I won't fall for you," I chuckled, sliding my arms into the straps. "I know you are trained for seduction, so I will just always see it as a play and keep my heart closed."

Mei's eyes narrowed, a sharp, dangerous spark flashing through her gaze as a predatory, challenging grin stretched across her lips. Her voice dropped into a sultry purr as she countered, "Reeeeally? Is that a challenge Master~?!"

In a flash of fluid movement, she dropped down onto all fours right there on the leather seat, crawling across the gap until her face was inches from mine. She locked her eyes directly onto my stare with a devastatingly beautiful trickster smile and a slow, deliberate wink that made me realize my confidence might have been a bit premature.

I cleared my throat, forcing myself to look away from her low neckline as I grabbed the door handle to make a quick escape. "Fine, no caring for you, now I have to go, so turn it off, sigh!"

I threw the limo door open and practically scrambled out into the parking lot, making a direct run toward the campus athletic building for my afternoon session at the Kung-Fu Club. Behind me, Mei just covered her mouth with her hand, a soft, melodic laugh escaping her lips as she watched my desperate retreat.

Once my figure completely disappeared around the edge of the concrete building, her laughter died down. She turned her head slowly to stare out the tinted glass toward the empty walkway with a heavy, complicated expression, whispering to the empty cabin, "It happens all the time in the field, so never care for your partner. Love will get you killed... I was not talking about you stupid, but me, sigh."

She let out a long, weary sigh, pulling her knees up to her chest as she curled up alone on the wide leather seat. Reaching for her phone, she set a quiet alarm for the exact time my afternoon classes were scheduled to finish before closing her eyes to catch some rest.

Much later that night, after the long university schedule finally came to an end, I unlocked the front door and stepped into the quiet warmth of my home. The peaceful atmosphere vanished the moment I walked into the living room.

Nadia and Nichole were sitting on the main sofa, looking absolutely miserable while Mary stood between them, holding one incredibly sad-looking twin in each of her arms. When Mary looked up and caught sight of me standing in the doorway, her eyes danced with a sudden wave of pure amusement that made a cold dread drop straight into my stomach. "Please don't tell me something is wrong with the babies?!" I yelled, my voice cracking slightly.

The second my frantic voice echoed through the room, both twins snapped their heads up. Seeing me, they instantly scrambled off the couch, rushing across the carpet in a frantic blur before throwing themselves directly into my arms, sniffling loudly against my chest as I held them tight.

Mary let out a low, teasing giggle, watching us struggle in the middle of the room as she explained, "Ufufu, There is nothing wrong with your babies, but... Identical twins have a higher chance of also being able to make twins, and well you daddy scored the double twin jackpot, fufu."

My brain instantly short-circuited. I stood completely frozen in the center of the foyer, my entire body slowly turning to solid stone as the numbers ran through my head, realizing exactly what this meant for my future.

Before I could even blink, Nichole reached up, her small fist gently beating against my chest in absolute frustration as she cried, "Damn it Rick, this is all your fault, not fucking one but two babies, fuck we are so done!"

Nadia leaned up right after her sister, pressing her lips against my cheek in a fierce, needy kiss before pulling back to glare at me with watery, overwhelmed eyes. "Hubby, after this no more, no seriously, I don't want to go through two babies coming out, so tubes tied for me! I love you Ricky."

Both twins wrapped their arms tightly around my waist, burying their faces back into my shirt for comfort.

Over their shoulders, I could see Mary standing by the couch, a massive grin on her face as she proudly held up a blank piece of paper with a giant number 6 scrawled next to a crudely drawn cartoon baby. I stared at the paper, my jaw dropping completely open as the sheer, terrifying weight of my reality crashed down on me all at once, forcing the only words I could muster out of my throat, "Oh... Fuck Me!"