"Damn, what's going on?" Jiang Hai cursed, slamming on the brakes.
Luckily, his car's braking system was solid. Even with the sudden stop, he only slid forward a few meters before coming to a halt. Still, the jolt shook him up.
Frowning, he opened the car door and leaned his head out to see what was happening.
It was broad daylight on a main road. Was someone seriously trying to mess with him here? Whoever it was had to be an idiot—police could arrive in less than a minute around here. What the hell was this about?
Just as Jiang Hai was trying to make sense of it, three people got out of the car opposite him.
The moment he saw them, Jiang Hai froze. A flicker of embarrassment crossed his face—because he knew exactly who they were.
"Uh, hey, Pra... Fancy running into you here," he said awkwardly.
Sure enough, the one stepping out was Pra Walton, and the two women flanking her were Cheryl Lee and Barbara Martina—the very two women Jiang Hai had slept with not long ago.
Seeing them here, Jiang Hai's instincts screamed that this wasn't going to end well.
"Not bad, you still remember me. Get out," Pra Walton said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She walked straight to Jiang Hai's car, opened the door from the inside without giving him a chance to resist, and yanked him out.
Of course, Jiang Hai didn't really fight back. If he had, Pra's strength wouldn't have been enough to move him an inch.
"Hey, what are you doing!" he protested, feeling a little flustered.
"Why ask? You'll find out soon enough. You two—drive. We're heading back," Pra ordered the two women behind her.
Without hesitation, one got into their original car and the other slid into Jiang Hai's car. Both vehicles started up and headed toward Atlantic City—specifically, Pra Walton's home.
"Hey, I still have things to do! Let me go!" Jiang Hai tried to explain, but before he could get more than a few words out, Pra leaned over and kissed him hard on the mouth.
Her tongue slipped deftly into his mouth. Compared to Jiang Hai's limited experience, Pra, despite having little experience with men, was clearly skilled at kissing—after all, she'd had no shortage of practice partners.
Jiang Hai stiffened instinctively, afraid that if he moved too roughly, he might hurt her. But being so passive only made him feel even more out of his depth.
"Mmm, you taste good," Pra murmured when she finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva still connecting them. She smirked and glanced at Cheryl, who was driving. "Totally different from you, Cheryl. A real man's scent—it's been too long."
Without missing a beat, she turned and kissed Cheryl. For ten full minutes, Jiang Hai watched, wide-eyed, as the two women made out right in front of him. When Pra finally pulled away, she was panting for breath.
"Hey, are you done yet?" Jiang Hai wiped his mouth, completely speechless.
"Done? As if!" Pra narrowed her eyes, crawling onto Jiang Hai's lap. Grinning wickedly, she grabbed his crotch.
The sudden grip made Jiang Hai gasp. Was this woman trying to cripple him?!
Just as he was about to resist, Pra let go. She bent down awkwardly, and Jiang Hai, confused and flustered, looked nervously out the window at the cars passing by.
It wasn't like he hadn't fooled around in a car before—he and Ai Xiaoxi, Feng Yunchen, they'd done it—but always somewhere private. This was the first time it was happening on a public road.
A strange mix of excitement and embarrassment stirred in him, making his heart pound.
Pra, noticing the change in him, smiled slyly. Without a word, she lifted her black dress up and over her head, revealing her bare body. Clearly, she had come prepared.
She gently pushed Jiang Hai back, straddling him with a soft moan. The "old driver" hit the road again, leaving Jiang Hai completely off-guard.
"Hey, are you insane?" Jiang Hai hissed.
"Shut up and cooperate," Pra said, leaning close to him. "You have no idea how much you've messed with my heart, you bastard. I thought women were enough, but then you came along... and now I'm hooked."
"But even if you want to, can't we wait until we get back?!" Jiang Hai protested weakly, still trying to make sense of the situation.
"Get back? You didn't even tell me you were coming to Atlantic City! What's going on?" Pra accused, still moving rhythmically against him.
"I'm here on business!" Jiang Hai said with a forced laugh.
"This is business," Pra retorted with a sly grin.
Seeing her so determined, Jiang Hai gave in with a sigh. If he didn't act now, who knew what trouble they'd run into? Gritting his teeth, he joined the "battle" in earnest.
"Hey, don't move!" Pra gasped as Jiang Hai retaliated fiercely, but it was too late—he wasn't planning to go easy.
As Jiang Hai's hands and mouth got to work, Pra melted under his assault, unable to resist.
Meanwhile, Cheryl, driving up front, kept sneaking glances in the rearview mirror. She bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together, fighting to keep her focus on the road.
The moans coming from the backseat made it nearly impossible.
What should've been a thirty-minute drive dragged out into over an hour. By the time they arrived at the Walton Manor, Cheryl was slumped over the steering wheel, and Pra had collapsed, limp, on top of Jiang Hai after her third climax.
Even Jiang Hai, with physical strength four times that of an average person, was feeling exhausted after his second round.
"Huff... Huff... Get out," Pra finally panted, sitting up after resting for five minutes. Without caring about the mess, she pulled herself off him, opened the door, and stepped outside—still completely naked.
"Hey!" Jiang Hai yelped, peeking out nervously.
Sure enough, there were several maids standing by the door, waiting respectfully. They didn't even flinch at Pra's appearance—but their curious glances at Jiang Hai made him shrink back instinctively.
Desperate, he tried to grab his clothes, but Cheryl had already gotten out and handed his clothes to a maid, who promptly disappeared with them.
"My clothes!" Jiang Hai protested.
"What are you screaming about? They're all women! Why are you so shy?" Cheryl said, rolling her eyes.
"It's because they're all women that I'm shy! I'm not a woman!" Jiang Hai grumbled. What kind of messed-up logic was that? He must've offended the gods today to keep running into female hooligans.
"Tsk, with your relationship with Miss Pra, any one of them could be yours if you want. What are you so worried about?" Cheryl teased, trying to drag him out.
Sighing helplessly, Jiang Hai grabbed a seat cushion to cover himself. No way was he stepping out stark naked.
Hunching over, he shuffled out of the car. As soon as he did, Cheryl slammed the door behind him, cutting off his escape.
Unless he wanted to sprint out into the open like this, he had no choice but to follow Cheryl into the villa.
Jiang Hai turned back every few steps, looking around nervously.
When they finally entered the villa hall, Jiang Hai stopped dead.
Lying naked on a massive sofa was Pra Walton, surrounded by four women. One cradled her head in her lap and gently massaged her scalp, another kneaded her legs, and a third squatted nearby, peeling grapes and feeding them to her mouth-to-mouth.
It was like some kind of hedonistic palace scene, and Jiang Hai could only stare, completely dumbfounded.