At night, the summer breeze blew gently, carrying away the heat and the faint scent lingering in the room.
Around midnight, Jiang Hai, who had been sleeping soundly in the middle of the bed, suddenly opened his eyes. He glanced at the sleeping girls beside him before slowly getting up. With no clothes nearby, he wrapped a bath towel around himself and quietly stepped out of the room. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he couldn't help but rub his waist.
"Oh my god… I'll never envy the male protagonists in those stallion novels again. It's just too exhausting. I guess monogamy in our country isn't for protecting women's rights—it's to let men live longer!" Jiang Hai muttered, stretching out his aching body. Since Pra Walton had gotten into his car earlier that day, he hadn't had a moment's rest.
He had gone at it twice with Pra Walton during the car ride. After arriving here, he first battled one-on-one with Colin Pavlovich, Feller Fario, and Isabel Roland, followed by two rounds each with Cheryl and Barbara. Then came another round with Pra Walton, and finally, a group battle with Colin, Isabel, and Feller combined.
In total, Jiang Hai had fought thirteen times that day—doing nothing else. Of course, the women hadn't fought much less; their stamina simply didn't compare to Jiang Hai's. One Jiang Hai could easily handle two of them at once.
But six at a time? That was a different story. After all, he wasn't a professional.
Still massaging his sore waist, Jiang Hai headed to the downstairs bathroom. After using the toilet, he wandered into the kitchen.
After all those battles—some even happening in the kitchen—he hadn't eaten anything proper all day.
Only output, no input. No body could withstand that, so he needed to find something to eat.
However, when he opened the refrigerator, his face fell. It was packed—but only with wine and drinks.
"What the hell? If there's nothing to eat here, how am I supposed to survive the night?" Jiang Hai muttered in frustration, staring at the full yet useless fridge.
"We don't keep leftovers here. We cook fresh every day—bread, vegetables, meat, everything is bought daily. That's why the fridge is empty," a voice said beside him.
Startled, Jiang Hai turned and saw Isabel Roland standing there, somehow appearing soundlessly at his side. Unlike Jiang Hai, who had at least grabbed a towel, she was completely naked, showing no signs of embarrassment.
"God, you scared me!" Jiang Hai blurted out. Then, remembering his original concern, he asked, "If you don't keep anything in the fridge, where do you store food?"
"Come with me."
Smiling, Isabel casually grabbed four bottles of beer from the fridge, then led Jiang Hai outside.
Before he could even react, she opened the villa door—and there, two women dressed in maid uniforms were already waiting.
"Prepare some midnight snacks for us. What do you want to eat?" Isabel asked, turning back to Jiang Hai. Her tone was casual, as if she was completely used to giving such orders.
"Uh, anything's fine," Jiang Hai replied bashfully, mumbling under his breath.
"I remember people from Northeast China like barbecue skewers. Let's go with that."
Isabel gave the maids her order, then led Jiang Hai to the second-floor balcony.
She didn't seem to mind her own nudity in the slightest. She simply strolled across the villa and onto the balcony, where a few oversized leather chairs were arranged. Although Isabel was fairly tall—around 1.75 meters—her slim figure sank easily into the large chair. She pulled a blanket over herself, lazily covering her back but leaving her chest and the brown forest below exposed, completely unbothered by Jiang Hai's presence.
Jiang Hai, feeling a bit awkward, followed her lead, sat in a chair, and pulled a blanket over himself, not knowing what to say.
"Even though we've…done that, we're not exactly well-acquainted. Let me introduce myself," Isabel said, popping open a Bud Light, taking a sip, and flashing Jiang Hai a playful smile. "I'm Isabel Roland, the housekeeper here, and one of Miss Pra's girlfriends. Of course, it's an honor to sleep with her."
Hearing that, Jiang Hai opened a beer himself and nodded slightly.
"I'm Jiang Hai, from China. I run a manor in Boston now," he introduced himself, though he figured they already knew who he was.
Sure enough, Isabel grinned.
"Oh, we know you. Your beef is amazing. Pra made a ton of money from this last batch—and her standing within her family rose significantly. She was so happy, she threw a week-long party to celebrate! It's a shame you weren't involved with us back then. Otherwise, you could've joined in. Dozens of supermodels, countless socialites—hundreds of women all partying together! It was wild—you would've loved it."
She tossed him a flirty look that nearly made Jiang Hai choke on his beer.
Six women today had already nearly killed him. Hundreds? He shuddered at the thought… No thanks. He wanted to live a few more years.
"Actually... I've been wondering," Jiang Hai said, steering the conversation in another direction. "You girls... you're into women, right? So why didn't you resist when Pra asked you to...you know... entertain me?"
"Resist? Why would we?" Isabel said nonchalantly. "Whatever Miss Pra asks, we do it. She won't hurt us."
Jiang Hai frowned, puzzled. "But... why? Why trust her so much? Why obey her without question?"
"Because Miss Pra is more than just our boss. To us, she's heaven itself. Our god. We would never do anything to upset her. Even if she ordered us to die, we wouldn't hesitate."
She paused, smiling softly.
"Besides… at first, I was scared. But later… it actually felt pretty good. Something we never experienced before."
Her words only deepened Jiang Hai's curiosity.
"What kind of feeling...?" he asked quietly.
"Let me tell you a story."
Isabel's voice grew softer as she spoke, recounting a story both bloody and heartbreaking.
It happened in central France. A young girl once had a happy family, but her father fell into bad company and drugs, destroying everything. In desperation, he tried to rob a store but was shot dead by police.
Afterward, the girl's mother remarried a violent alcoholic. The girl suffered beatings at first—but when she turned fourteen, her stepfather tried to assault her. She fought back, called the police, and her stepfather was arrested.
But instead of support, her mother blamed her for ruining the family. One night, her mother abandoned her and left with her younger brother.
At fourteen, alone, she struggled to survive. One night, gangsters broke into her house to assault her. She tried to run but fell—and just when all hope seemed lost, a woman appeared with bodyguards, saving her.
That woman took her to America, gave her an education, and later, a place by her side—not just as an employee, but something more. To that girl, this woman became everything—her protector, her god.
That girl… was Isabel.
Jiang Hai listened silently, realizing the story was painfully real.
It wasn't just Isabel; the other four women likely had similar pasts.
"If you have time, you can ask about the others," Isabel said with a wink. "But their stories are all pretty much the same."
As her words faded, the table in front of them suddenly split open—and a plate of sizzling barbecue skewers rose up from below, filling the air with mouth watering aromas.