"Miss, what did you want to see us for?"
About an hour later, another knock came at the door. When Pra Walton opened it, she found the two girls standing before her.
If Jiang Hai had been awake, he would have recognized them—they were the same two girls he'd seen at Pra Walton's place before. One was Asian, the other Latina. The Asian girl was Korean, named Li Zaishun, while the American girl was Cheryl Lee. The Latina, Barbara Martina, was from Argentina.
To be honest, both girls were stunning—even more beautiful than Feng Yunchen and the others. After all, Pra Walton's boss had handpicked them, ensuring they were one in a million.
"Come in. Let's film something," Pra Walton said with a smile, ushering them inside.
"Here? In the hotel?" The girls' faces flushed at her words, though it was clear they'd done photoshoots before—always with Pra Walton.
Rich people had their peculiar hobbies, and judging by the situation, this wasn't Pra Walton's first time orchestrating something like this.
"Well, follow me." She dismissed their hesitation with a wave and led them into the suite's master bedroom. But the moment they stepped inside, they froze.
Jiang Hai lay on the bed, his face peaceful.
Their expressions paled instantly—it looked like a murder scene.
"Don't panic. He's just asleep," Pra Walton said, rolling her eyes. The girls exhaled in relief when they noticed the steady rise and fall of Jiang Hai's chest.
As long as he was alive, they didn't care. But now, they were curious—why had Pra Walton called them here?
"Take off your clothes. Do it with him while I film." Pra Walton's voice was thick with excitement.
The girls' faces went white.
"No, Pra! We're yours! We love you—we've never betrayed you! You can't ask this of us!" The Latina, Barbara, was the first to protest, her voice trembling with disbelief.
"I know. I love you too," Pra Walton said, her tone softening before hardening again. "But Selena will always come first. For her, I'd sacrifice anything—even myself. Don't worry, I won't abandon you for this. You'll always be mine. But now, I need your help. You owe me, remember? It's time to repay that debt."
The girls stood frozen, torn between the man they despised and the woman they adored.
Pra Walton didn't wait for their decision. She stepped forward, stripping them with swift efficiency. It was summer—they weren't wearing much—and their lack of resistance made it easy. Within moments, they were naked, pushed onto the bed beside Jiang Hai.
"Just once. Men don't last long anyway," Pra Walton coaxed, adjusting her camera. "It'll be over before you know it."
"But… this is our first time…" Li Zaishun's voice wavered, her eyes pleading.
"That 'first time' is just a membrane—it'll break eventually," Pra Walton said dismissively. "I'm doing this for Selena—and for you. So you'll see how worthless men are. Fingers and tongues are better anyway. Consider this a lesson."
Defeated, the girls obeyed woodenly. Trembling, they reached for Jiang Hai—only to find him still soft. They glanced helplessly at Pra Walton.
"Hmm… I'm not sure either," Pra Walton muttered, frowning. "Pay-per-view should have…" Then, spotting the TV, she brightened. Switching to an adult channel, she gestured at the screen. "There. Learn from that."
The explicit scene made her grimace—she preferred women, after all—but this was necessary.
Tears streamed down the girls' faces as they mimicked the actors, their movements hesitant at first, then increasingly desperate. Pra Walton filmed everything, her earlier sympathy fading beneath her determination.
As the TV's scenes escalated, so did the girls'. Barbara, trembling, finally mounted Jiang Hai, wincing at the pain. What began as reluctant compliance soon turned into something more fervent—their shame and humiliation giving way to something primal.
Meanwhile, in Jiang Hai's subconscious, a dragon soared through thunderous tribulations, its form solidifying under the sun's glow. As the beast merged with him, a sudden, urgent sensation pulled him toward wakefulness—like the need to relieve himself in a dream.
His eyes flew open.
And what he saw left him stunned.
An Asian woman rode him fervently, while a Latina lapped at his chest. The 'need to pee' he'd felt? That was them.
"Ah!" The girl atop him shrieked, scrambling back as Jiang Hai bolted upright. Both women yanked the sheets over themselves, their faces a mix of terror and guilt.
"What the hell—?" Jiang Hai's gaze swept the room—his room—now occupied by two naked women and…
Pra Walton.
"You're awake? Too late," she sneered, though her stance betrayed unease. The earlier spectacle had affected her more than she'd admit. "I've got it all on film. Selena will see what a scumbag you are!"
Jiang Hai's laugh was icy. "You're dead."
In one motion, he dragged Pra Walton onto the bed.
She'd never imagined this—being forced beneath a man, her clothes torn away, his invasion brutal and sudden. She wanted to scream for her bodyguards, but the room was soundproof. And even if they heard… how would she explain?
So she bit her lip, silent, seething.
Pra Walton—proud, untouchable Pra Walton—was now at Jiang Hai's mercy.
And the worst part?
She never saw it coming.