Chapter 94: Harem-Fan x Velvet-Fan!

Chapter 94: Harem-Fan x Velvet-Fan!

So I did get a clear warning about the raw power of a Long Island Iced Tea, and I consider myself a pretty brave man. When she offered to mix up one more round for the movie, I definitely didn't back down.

Did I completely blank out and wake up to find us making passionate love on the couch together because of the alcohol? No, nothing like that happened, but the second drink made me fully aware that this amazing beverage makes spending time with Victoria a ton more fun.

Alright, I lied. I actually did fade out just for a small part of the film, mostly because I was completely relaxed and I had already seen this specific movie back on my old Earth. Before I even realized what was happening, I found myself staring straight at her in the darkened living room, her features only illuminated by the flickering glare of the television screen.

With her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose, I could see the reflection of the movie graphics bouncing right off the lenses and highlighting her sharp purple eyes. She was dressed down in the exact same casual style as last weekend, though this time she wore a simple black t-shirt instead of a tight tank top to match her short black shorts.

She had tied her hair back into a neat ponytail, letting the long strands run down over her left shoulder so they wouldn't get caught against the white leather couch as she sank deep into the cushions. The sweet scent of her vanilla body spray filled my nose, mingling directly with the potent aroma of the liquor I had finished just a short while ago.

If you're currently thinking that I am over-examining her body and focusing way too much on her physical features, then you my friend have clearly never been drunk right next to a super sexy woman. When you are in that zone, time slows down completely, or at least your brain does. Yes, you absolutely end up staring like a total creep when you are caught in a heavy, drunken daze.

But what is genuinely baffling me right now is a sudden discovery. While my mind blanked out for only a few minutes, Vicky had reached over to hold my left arm securely in both of her hands, her fingers tightly intertwined with mine. Her face was visibly flushed, and I think she might have also been drifting in a daze exactly like me. Maybe both of us subconsciously found ourselves holding hands without even thinking about it.

Victoria must be fully aware of our current physical situation due to the undeniable fact that my arm is pressed firmly right into the side of her right melon. There is no fucking way she can't feel the contact.

A massive mental dilemma starts racing through my head, keeping my eyes glued straight to her face instead of watching the screen. Do I openly point out what we are doing? Do I actively make a move and see where this goes? What about my wives back home? What if she is just way too drunk right now? What if this is exactly what she wants from me?

Back in the classroom, she explicitly told me that she never drinks around men because she doesn't trust them, and yet she just mixed up two massive glasses of this potent drink for me. Now I am completely alone with her in her apartment, and oh shit, she is actually leaning her entire weight straight into my side. How did I seriously not notice her moving closer until this exact second?!

"You are an incredible woman, Vicky," I blurt out.

HOLY FUCK!!! Those exact words just shot right out of my mouth while I was staring directly into her face. Shit, shit, shit!

Victoria slowly turns her head to look straight into my eyes, and a soft, genuine smile breaks across her face. She squeezes my fingers tightly, anchoring our hands together.

"You make my heart race, Rick," she says softly.

I think my drunk ears might just be hearing exactly what I want them to hear at this point, but my wingman mouth chooses this exact moment to open right back up.

"When I changed your tire that day, I felt love at first sight."

"I made you those specific drinks so you would finally tell me something exactly like that," she confesses.

Oh, man. I can't see colors very well in the dark, and it is the middle of the night. Could this whole scenario just be a vivid dream with enhanced coloring? No, that's impossible, because you can't actually smell things inside a dream. But my loose wingman mouth is still not done talking.

"I want to kiss you."

Victoria releases her grip on my left hand, reaching up to slide her glasses off her face and set them carefully onto the side table. She looks back at me, her purple eyes locking onto mine for a split second before she closes them tightly, leaning her upper body fully against me.

She still has my left arm pinned securely against her side, meaning I can't use it to reach around her shoulders. Shifting my weight, I use my right hand to gently guide her face toward mine, tilting her chin up before taking her lips softly and slowly.

That intense, static feeling I experienced before when we embraced immediately flares up the exact second our lips touch. It isn't actual physical pain or a real electrical shock, but rather an imaginary, overwhelming sensation that tells me I am kissing the exact right person. Sitting here on the couch, this kiss literally feels like the first real kiss of my entire life.

We eventually pause the movement but neither of us pulls away, staying close enough to feel each other's breath. When Victoria and I look directly into one another's eyes, I see a distinct expression that tells me we just crossed a major line. It isn't a bad look at all, but rather a mutual realization that says we both desperately want more. My mouth just keeps rattling off exactly what I am thinking.

"My heart will not stop pounding."

"Rick, I have genuine feelings for you," she whispers back.

Looking into her face, I see the unmistakable eyes of a woman completely falling in love, and my own expression must be showing her the exact same thing.

"So what do we do about it?" I ask.

"Rick, I don't actually have any real experience when it comes to love."

A relaxed smile spreads across my face and I let out a slow breath. She is clearly in much worse emotional shape than me right now and has absolutely no idea what to do next, which probably means she thinks I hold all the answers for her.

"I have a major teacher fetish," I admit, rubbing the back of my neck. "Is that completely creepy?"

"Yes," she chuckles, her eyes crinkling. "But I am a teacher."

"I am pretty heavily buzzed right now. How drunk are you?"

"I have an incredibly high tolerance, so I am only slightly buzzed."

"Huh?"

Victoria lets go of my left arm entirely, bringing both of her hands up to wrap around my shoulders as she delivers a stunning admission.

"Based on your slurred speech, I can probably drink twice as much as you can, Rick. So I am actually in full control of myself right now."

"I want to hug you again, Vicky."

With a flash of pure joy lighting up her purple eyes, she pulls me forward into a tight embrace that matches the one we shared last week. I bury my face straight into the crook of her neck, locking my arms around her waist to hold her securely against me. I can feel my heart hammering violently against my ribs.

"I really hope I am not dreaming right now, because I feel incredibly happy, Vick."

She squeezes me back with surprising strength, shoving the massive curves of her huge chest straight into mine as she breathes an answer directly into my ear.

"I am definitely not dreaming. How about you?"

While we are still locked in the embrace, I lean back just enough to take her lips a second time, slowly parting them to invade her mouth. She has zero romantic experience to guide her, so I keep my movements entirely slow and deliberate for her sake. Plus, being partially drunk actually keeps my focus sharp, allowing me to control my lust and pace myself properly. I only want this exact moment to last forever, and I will worry about any future consequences later.

I make a conscious effort not to invade her clothing or touch her anywhere inappropriate. Instead, my hands slowly roam across the smooth skin of her back and slide up to cradle the back of her head softly as the heat between us starts to build into a serious make-out session.

After kissing each other continuously for what feels like an eternity, we finally break apart, our lips feeling completely numb from the friction. I look at her flushed face, trying to clear the fog from my brain.

"My heart really wants to be with you, Vicky," I mutter. "But is it a bad idea to mix business and pleasure like this? What about the whole teacher and student dynamic?"

She goes completely silent for a moment, tilting her head down to lay her ear right over my beating heart. The sweet action instantly brings a smile to my face.

"Mixing business and pleasure is a rule meant only for cheap office romances," she says softly, her voice muffled against my chest. "As for the teacher and student issue... well, how about I talk to your wives and explain that we will be secretly dating for a while? We just won't expose the relationship openly to the public. Not even to Ashley and James. Just your wives will know."

I reach down to gently rub her back, thinking over the political angles. "If it is just about a Tang and a Long being together, my uncle won't care at all. But if you're worried about how the rest of the Long clan will react for now, I completely understand. My birth father and mother had plenty of issues dealing with family politics."

She sits up straight, throwing her arms back around my neck to hug me tightly as she clears up the misunderstanding.

"Ufufu, no, Rick. It has absolutely nothing to do with the family. It is entirely about my teaching job at the university. We are strictly forbidden from openly dating active students. It's not that we physically can't do it, but keeping it private avoids people filing official complaints of impropriety against the department. As for my Long family? No, I could walk away from the clan tomorrow for all I care. The Victoria Long Empire belongs entirely to me, not to the main family household. I only manage a few of the core Long businesses because my sister is incredibly bad at executive management."

My hand glides along her smooth leg as I process her words, looking up at her. "I still think it is best if I am the one to talk with my wives about this rather than making you handle it. I would feel like I am doing something wrong if I don't openly admit the truth to them myself."

She reaches out to rub the side of my face affectionately, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she drops a bombshell that makes my eyes widen in sheer surprise.

"Rick, ever since I handed Mary and Hana their corporate black cards, I have been actively confiding in them about how I feel," she reveals. "This past weekend, I had already fully confirmed my feelings for you right after we hugged. Do you honestly think your wives would just let you come over to your female teacher's private home without grilling you intensely first?"

"Huh?!" I blurt out, the realization smacking me. "Even Tina and Linda know about this?"

"Yes," she nods. "I had absolutely no intention of pursuing you behind their backs and making your harem angry at us. I know I can only earn their true respect by approaching them with total truth and honesty."

"Victoria Long, you are a bit too perfect, you know that? Oh, and why did you feel the need to get me tipsy first?"

"Oh, that?" she giggles, a light blush returning to her cheeks. "That was entirely Lucy's idea to help you notice me more. She has been giving me romantic advice on the side ever since she started looking at your profile. I think she desperately wants us to date."

I suddenly realize that my hand has been absentmindedly rubbing her incredible, soft thigh this entire time.

"Ah! So you have been dressing like this on purpose just to catch my eye?"

She shakes her head quickly, delivering a flat denial. "No, whenever I am completely alone, I always dress down immediately. After wearing heavy business suits all day long, I just need to go simple when I'm in my own space. You are the first man to ever be allowed in here and see me like this. Oh, and by the way, that was officially my first kiss and my first time holding hands, too."

I look at her, thinking about how my dispersing alcohol buzz made me so incredibly bold over the last hour.

"So what exactly was your backup plan if I didn't end up confessing tonight?"

"I would have just kept giving you long hugs at the front door until you finally cracked," she smiles.

She has completely passed her initial shy phase now, moving in closer as she grows noticeably bolder by the second. She smiles up at me with an expression that makes me feel like a prize catch tangled up securely in her net. I swear, the woman really is a total succubus when she wants to be.

"The only reason I have not flirted with you before," I say, meeting her gaze honestly, "is because I genuinely like your company and I didn't want to do anything to ruin it."

Victoria reaches up, her fingers gently scratching the stubble on my cheek as she looks at me. "Mary explicitly told me that you only understand a bold and straightforward approach. She said she had to do the exact same thing to you when you two first started."

"Yeah, she isn't wrong," I chuckle, shifting my weight against the cushions. "Right after I met you that day, I literally had to pull the car completely over to the side of the road because she proposed to me out of nowhere."

She looks visibly surprised by the timeline, her eyes widening slightly. "I guess it really has been about four months since that day, right? Wow."

The credits start rolling on the television screen at this point, marking the official end of the movie, but the two of us just stay exactly where we are, wrapped up in a comfortable embrace. With my alcohol buzz on its way out and my mind clearing up, I look down at her.

"Vicky, then be my girlfriend. Let's start with that."

She smiles at my sudden formality, a bright spark of amusement lighting up her features. She shifts her position, playfully extending her right hand toward me to offer a proper business handshake.

"Then we will officially start you out in the probationary position of my boyfriend," she declares, keeping a completely straight face. "If you do well in this role and manage to impress me over time, we can look into promoting you to the position of lover. There might even be higher corporate positions available as you gain more experience."

I absolutely love her sudden urge to roleplay the dynamic. I firmly take her hand, shaking it once as I deliver my counter-offer. "So how exactly are the working hours and the benefits package looking, Miss Long?"

"You will be required to work every Friday, functioning exactly like your current corporate apprenticeship lately," she states smoothly. "The benefits are pretty attractive altogether. You get a free home-cooked meal, and you get to spend your valuable time with a highly successful CEO and university teacher. Personally, I think my initial proposal is incredibly attractive."

"You definitely are," I grin, tightening my arms around her waist. "And I couldn't refuse the offer even if I wanted to. Oh, by the way, do you actually want me to tag along with you on that upcoming cruise? I am getting some seriously bad vibes from that Ben guy."

Vicky buries her face back into the crook of my neck, hugging me tight as she whispers right against my ear. "You can protect me as much as you want, Rick. Also... is it strange that I just really like holding you like this?"

I remember my own earlier confession about my specific teacher fetish and decide to give her a cheeky smile. "Yup, it is completely strange, but you're currently hugging me so it is all good. I will stand here and hug you for as long as you want, Vicky."

She squeezes me with surprising strength, burying the excessive assets of her massive chest firmly against my torso.

"I get incredibly happy whenever I hear you call me Vicky or Vick," she admits, her voice dropping lower. "So whenever we are in private, feel free to use those names. I am going to hug you until the exact second you absolutely need to leave, alright?"

So for the remaining half-hour until Mei finally sends a text notification to my phone, the two of us just sit on the leather couch and hold each other tightly, trading light, lingering kisses. We act exactly like a pair of teenagers experiencing the chaotic rush of a first love. My heart feels like it is about to completely explode out of my chest, being this close with the exact woman who completely took my breath away the very first day I arrived in this world.

The moment we reach her front door, she pulls me into yet another tight embrace. It is incredibly cute how attached she is already.

Before I step out, I mention to her how much I love the scent of her vanilla body spray. She smiles proudly, explaining that the fragrance is actually an exclusive blend from one of her personal cosmetic lines, manufactured specifically for her network of actresses and entertainers to use.

After that, she shares her personal contact directory and profile sync info with me. I immediately pull up my device and add her directly into my private Harem-Chat group, which causes the entire interface to instantly blow up with automatic notifications alerting the rest of the ladies that a new member has joined the circle. Well, I guess that pretty much spells it all out for them.

"Rick, I was also officially invited to attend your upcoming engagement party with Linda Lang," Victoria reminds me, smoothing down her casual shirt. "So just make sure to act like a standard, polite student whenever we are out in public or on the university grounds. Here in my home and behind closed doors, we can be completely open with each other, at least for a bit."

"I don't think I can look at you the exact same way anymore, Vick," I admit, glancing at her. "So you'll just have to try your best to ignore me if you catch me gazing at you during class."

She leans in to plant one final, breathless kiss on my lips before physically nudging me out onto the landing.

"You're completely stuck with me now, Mr Tang," she chuckles, her purple eyes dancing with mischief. "So make sure you chase off all those annoying men for me from now on. Don't just sit back and let me suffer through their advances, fufu."

Yeah, she is definitely throwing shade at me for just standing there and smiling like an idiot while that Chuck dude was laying lines on her earlier.

Before I can even formulate a proper comeback, she gives me one last push and closes the heavy door right in my face.

On the other side of the wood, Victoria instantly leans her back against the surface, sliding down a fraction in a total teenager daze. She presses a hand firmly over her pounding heart, a massive, unstoppable grin plastered across her face.

"Crap," she mutters to the empty hallway, exhaling a shaky breath. "If I hadn't forced myself to push him out the door just now... Man, is this what love is actually supposed to feel like? There is absolutely no way I can get any corporate work done tonight, my mind is a complete disaster. Oh, I should probably go back and actually watch the movie. I barely saw any of it, fufu."

Down at the end of the corridor, Mei is sitting gracefully on the soft lobby couch with a massive, knowing grin playing on her lips. She watches me walk out of the apartment looking completely disheveled after getting pushed onto the mat. Because of the master admin account I generated to help my wives if they ever run into trouble, Mei has full visibility on the Harem-Chat backend, allowing her to sit invisibly in the digital channel and watch the whole group notification event unfold in real time.

She raises a hand to cover her mouth, letting out a amused giggle as I approach the elevator banks. "Rick, you look a bit too happy. I take it your lovely teacher gave you a thoroughly educational lesson tonight?"

"Stuff it, lady," I huff, rubbing the back of my neck as the elevator call button glows. "I didn't do a single thing inappropriate in there. We just confessed our genuine feelings to each other and decided we are going to start dating. Secretly, by the way."

"Rick, I am the absolute undisputed master of discreetness," Mei purrs, stepping into the lift right beside me. "A personal maid is classified as personal for a very specific reason, fufu."

As the elevator drops, Mei suddenly steps in close, lifting her chin to sniff the fabric of my suit jacket before nodding her head sagely. "Your noticeably swollen lips and this intense cloud of vanilla scent indicate a solid half-hour of heavy making out. Good boy."

I completely turn away from her, staring straight at the closing metal doors to ignore her relentless teasing. It doesn't do a bit of good, though. The moment the lift hits the ground floor, she starts skipping playfully behind me toward the waiting car like a hyperactive child, grinning like an idiot the entire way across the pavement.

The exact moment I step through the front door of my house, I realize I am walking straight into an ambush. All four of my wives are currently arrayed across the living room furniture, wearing identical, massive smiles as they wait for the official interrogation period to begin.

Mary leans forward against her knees, breaking the silence first. "Are you upset with us for getting involved behind your back, dear?"

I halt in the entryway, looking across at the four of them in genuine surprise. For a split second, they actually look worried that I might think they were scheming behind my back, which completely confuses me.

"No, not at all!" I answer quickly, kicking off my shoes. "Why would I be? I love each and every one of you, and I could never be mad at something like that. Honestly, I should have guessed what was happening considering the fact that you all spent every single Saturday hanging out together."

Nadia immediately springs up from the cushions, bounding across the floor to throw her arms around my neck in a tight hug. "Then that means it's officially time for some makeup sex, right?"

Nichole lets out a heavy, exhausted sigh, completely done with her twin's absolute overdrive hormone levels. She shoots Nadia a sharp glare. "Just wait for your scheduled Monday slot, and you can come find me for my Tuesday slot if you need extra time, geez!"

Nadia just sticks her tongue out at Nichole, completely ignoring the scolding as she keeps her arms locked tightly around my chest.

Hana watches the display from the armchair, a thoughtful smile spreading across her face as she steps in to pitch a compromise. "Rick, you didn't actually do anything explicit with Victoria tonight, right?"

"No," I shake my head, holding my hands up. "We mostly just talked and shared a long hug."

Hana nods her head sagely, clapping her hands together to set the itinerary. "Well, in that case, we are all sleeping in the main bed with you tonight. Let Nadia take you to clean you up in the shower first, and then Nichole and Mary get to claim your arms for the night. Does everyone agree to the terms?"

All four wives immediately nod, passing my official sentence without a single dissenting vote. An incredibly happy Nadia grabs my wrist, pulling me toward the master bathroom with an expression that explicitly says she is about to completely stuff her turkey twin.

With the sheer volume of emotional buildup racing through me from the confrontation at Victoria's apartment, our shower session turns out to be absolutely phenomenal. Nadia can instantly track my overwhelming need for physical release through her empathic abilities, and that raw feedback loop is exactly what drives her to want me so violently against the tile. Having an empathic wife reading your desires on a subterranean level is honestly a little bit scary sometimes. By the time we finally turn off the water, she ends up walking away with two deep injections and a completely fulfilled libido.

A short while later, I am lying flat on my back in the center of our massive bed, completely pinned down by the warm weight of my four wives curling against my sides.

Hana leans over, looking down at me through the dim light. "Linda has already completely picked out her private bedroom on the opposite side of the house right by the pool area, and Mercy has her own living arrangements completely settled. They will officially be moving their belongings in tomorrow night. Are you fully ready for this?"

"Nope!" I chuckle, staring up at the ceiling. "But my heart definitely is."

Nichole rests her head against my right shoulder, her fingers gently scratching lines across my chest in the exact rhythmic pattern she knows I love. She smiles softly against my skin.

"I personally have always really liked Linda," Nichole murmurs, her voice drifting into a sleepy tone. "So I am incredibly happy that you finally said yes to her. We twins don't really have many true, genuine friends around our exact age bracket, and Linda was one of the very few people who never minded hanging around us. Oh, but make sure you don't go telling her I said that, or she will get incredibly smug about it. You still haven't actually encountered her strict side yet, dear, ufufu."

I blink into the darkness, shifting my arm slightly. "Strict side?"

Nadia raises her head from my chest, a sleepy giggle escaping her lips as she fills in the blanks. "She gets incredibly mean to her own family members and Mercy whenever they start showing any kind of negative attitude toward you. She scolds them so harshly when she gets protective. Honestly, she acts exactly like the rest of us whenever she gets genuinely mad, so you had better make sure you keep her happy, Ricky!"

I let out a low whistle, closing my eyes as the exhaustion finally begins to take over. "Oh boy. Goodnight, all of you. I love you."