The only normal person in the room was standing respectfully in front of the sofa. However, the most abnormal thing was that everyone else — including Pra Walton — was completely naked.
When Jiang Hai walked in, everyone's eyes turned to him, filled with curiosity, envy, or a flicker of excitement. Of course, Jiang Hai immediately recognized the most excited one: Barbara Martina, who was currently feeding grapes to Pra Walton.
"Hey, Jiang, you finally made it! Miss, are you done yet? Is it my turn now?" Barbara grinned, standing up eagerly after feeding another grape to Pra Walton. She practically bounced toward Jiang Hai.
"Hey, I've been patient all this time. If anyone's next, it's me!" Jiang Hai said quickly, but before he could react, someone hugged him tightly from behind. Turning his head, he found it was none other than Cheryl Lee—the woman who had brought him here. Naked, she pressed herself against him without hesitation.
"Oh my god, what the hell is going on?" Jiang Hai's scalp tingled with numbness. Was his hidden attribute really being a duck? Why did these women act like hooligans without caring about his feelings?
"Hey, at least you have something fun to see and listen to. Unlike me, who's just been stuck waiting!" Cheryl teased.
Barbara, not to be outdone, shouted back, "That's rich coming from you! At least you had some entertainment!"
"If you're so jealous, I'll make sure you get something to listen to!" Cheryl shot back.
"Alright, enough. Don't embarrass yourselves in front of Jiang Hai," Pra Walton said lazily, waving a hand to settle the bickering. "You've all had your taste. Let the sisters who haven't had theirs yet go first. It's their first time. They'll need your help."
At her words, the three girls by her side blushed deeply and lowered their heads.
Seven parts fear, two parts doubt, and one part... some indescribable emotion filled their hearts.
"Hey, I'm not some breeder here to inseminate livestock! Have any of you considered my feelings?" Jiang Hai protested, glaring at Pra Walton.
As he spoke, Barbara mischievously yanked away the mat covering him.
"Oh, come on. You're all tough talk but your body's honest. I know your stamina. Don't waste time complaining. I'm leaving it to you," Pra Walton said with a chuckle, giving a wink to the three girls. Though they hesitated, they ultimately obeyed her.
"If you really don't want to, you can resist," Jiang Hai told them.
But the three girls shook their heads. Meanwhile, Cheryl and Barbara were already squatting down, eager for their "feast."
And so, with Jiang Hai unable to resist, the battlefield shifted to the living room...
Two hours later, it moved to the bathroom. An hour after that, to the kitchen. Another hour passed, and they ended up in the dining room. After another hour and a half, they finally returned to Pra Walton's bedroom.
Whether by coincidence or deliberate planning, Pra Walton's bed was massive — six meters wide and three meters long — spacious enough for six or seven people without feeling crowded.
At this moment, Jiang Hai and Pra Walton lay side by side, Jiang Hai looking visibly drained.
Even with his remarkable physical fitness, farming activities during the day had already exhausted him. Now, after this marathon session, his waist ached faintly. It felt just like when he once released spiritual energy from over a dozen dragon scales at once — utterly draining.
"Are you trying to suck me dry?" Jiang Hai muttered weakly, glancing at the three girls still diligently working on him.
They were the newcomers from today: Colin Pavlovich, Phile Fao, and Isabel Roland — the last being Pra Walton's housekeeper.
Initially, the three had been shy and fearful of Jiang Hai, hesitant to do much. But once things began, Jiang Hai quickly realized their modesty was a façade. Thanks to his gentleness, the girls experienced little pain at first, and no harm afterward. But unexpectedly, it seemed to awaken something inside them. From then on, they attacked him relentlessly, taking turns one after another.
"You don't even live with us every day, what's there to be drained dry about?" Pra Walton rolled her eyes at him, lazily brushing her hand over Barbara and Cheryl, who snuggled beside Jiang Hai.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Jiang Hai was utterly speechless.
"By the way," Pra Walton said suddenly, turning to him with a mischievous grin, "I heard that the more a man uses that thing, the better it gets. Seeing how skilled you are, you must have had a lot of women, right?"
"How should I put it? Not that many. Outside of hunting trips, maybe two or three casual ones. But if you're talking about regular partners... probably only three," Jiang Hai admitted honestly.
After all, he knew Pra Walton preferred women, so there was no complicated relationship between them. He saw her more like a buddy — though today's situation was... not exactly pure.
"Only a few? My ass!" Pra Walton scoffed. "I've seen your manor. You've got like ten beautiful women who clearly adore you. Are you telling me you haven't done anything with them?"
"Well... I plan to get married eventually," Jiang Hai said awkwardly. "And I'm very possessive. If they got serious with me, I wouldn't let them go. But who would want to marry a playboy? And I can't marry them all... so..." he trailed off, embarrassed.
"Wait, you're married?" Pra Walton looked genuinely surprised.
"Technically, yes. But... nothing ever really happened between us." Under her curious gaze, Jiang Hai explained his complicated love life.
Honestly, for a rich man, Jiang Hai's situation was a little pitiful. He didn't have a legitimate girlfriend or many lovers. Besides Feng Yunchen and Ai Xiaoxi, there was only Selena Gomez. And none of them were around now. Most of the time, Jiang Hai had to rely on left and right hand companionship.
Maybe that loneliness was why he had accepted today's madness.
"Wow, your life sounds rough," Pra Walton laughed. "But seriously, you're a total failure in that department. Do you know how many women I've had?"
"I don't think I want to know..." Jiang Hai said, feeling a strong sense of disbelief.
"I've had 517," she said casually, staring up at the ceiling.
"...Me?" Jiang Hai was stunned. Over 500?! Was she serious?
"Yeah. Five of them are my 'wives' and will stay by my side forever. But honestly, sticking with the same women all the time gets boring, so I travel the world for new experiences. They even help me!" she said proudly.
Seeing her smug look, Jiang Hai really wanted to smack her — hard.
"I've been with beauties from America, Brazil, Argentina, Chile, Japan, Korea, China, Russia, Britain, France, Germany... even North Korea and Africa. Every place has its own unique charm," Pra Walton said excitedly.
Jiang Hai could only give a dry, awkward smile in return. Compared to her, he really was a rookie.
"Guess which women are the most fun?" she asked, eyes sparkling.
"I have no idea," Jiang Hai admitted.
"Korean women," she said seriously.
"Korean?" Jiang Hai thought of those famous Korean girl groups — beautiful and sexy — but also notorious for looking... eerily similar.
"They have great faces and amazing bodies," Jiang Hai admitted. "But don't you think they all kind of look alike?"
Cheryl, who was lying against him, shot him a quick glance, making Jiang Hai freeze awkwardly. Crap — he had forgotten Cheryl was Korean.
Still, Cheryl seemed real and natural — no artificial traces that he could feel.
"I'm just telling you to have fun with them, not marry them," Pra Walton said bluntly. "What are you worried about?"
Jiang Hai thought for a moment... and honestly, she had a point.