Chapter 1522
While Kevin indulged in a wild threesome with Alissa and Audrey, two voluptuous teachers, in his cozy bedroom, far away in the bustling streets of Imperial City, a young man in a reflective vest was stamping his feet outside a plush hotel, trying to fend off the late-night chill. His eyes were glued to the guests exiting the hotel, waiting for a potential fare.
The man was Jason. Ever since the police had taken down the drug cartel he was tangled up with, he'd been searching for a new way to strike it rich. But such opportunities never materialized again, and he'd been relegated to trawling for work at job markets.
He couldn't stomach ordinary jobs, and more desirable positions were beyond his reach. His savings quickly dwindled, forcing him to take on odd jobs. He filled his days with gigs at construction sites, package deliveries, and now he was scraping by as a designated driver, barely making ends meet. But each day, he strayed further from his dreams.
"How did I get so unlucky?" Jason thought, seething with frustration. When he first arrived in Imperial City, he was brimming with ambition. Each call to Audrey was filled with grand promises—he'd buy a car in three years, a house in five, and achieve financial freedom in ten. But now, he was merely scraping by on the streets, a cruel twist of fate.
As he looked at the bustling street before him, with its endless stream of cars, flashing neon signs, and the brightly lit hotel, Jason felt a sharp sense of loneliness. He pulled a piece of stale bread from his pocket and began gnawing on it.
Suddenly, a young man, flanked by two beautiful girls, staggered over and tossed Jason a set of car keys. "Take us to Cloud Castle Estates, number 88," he slurred drunkenly.
Cloud Castle Estates, nestled on White Cloud Mountain, was known for its standalone villas and garden houses—a playground for the wealthy. Jason quickly stuffed the bread back into his pocket and climbed into a red BMW parked by the curb.
The two girls, dressed provocatively in short skirts and black stockings, their long legs toned and firm, their breasts high and perky radiating youthful energy, helped the man into the back seat of the BMW and urged Jason to start driving.
Jason felt a wave of disdain. He had seen plenty of girls like these, with heavy makeup and skimpy clothes. None of them could compare to his wife, Audrey, in terms of looks or figure. If Audrey ever dressed up seriously, she could outshine ninety-nine percent of the women in Imperial City.
The last time Audrey visited Imperial City, they went out to eat together, and a lingerie store manager noticed her and wanted her to be a lingerie model, offering thirty thousand dollars a month. But Audrey had declined without a moment's hesitation.
The manager even called Jason a few times afterward, expressing regret that Audrey had left, praising her breast shape as the most perfect he had ever seen, comparable to top international models. He said if Jason could persuade Audrey to sign a contract, they could negotiate the price.
But Jason knew Audrey's temperament well. She would never sell her body for money. Of course, in many people's eyes, everything, including the body, dignity, and love, could be traded for the right price.
In the back seat, the young man was laughing and playing with the two girls, his hands roaming over their stocking-clad legs, even reaching under their skirts to touch their private parts, not caring that Jason was in the front seat.
Jason kept his eyes forward, driving steadily. He had seen this kind of thing often while working as a designated driver. Some people even sought thrills by having him drive around while they had sex in the back seat. The world of the rich was too crazy for the poor to imagine.
"Don’t touch there," said one of the girls with a ponytail coyly, pretending to be shy. "It's my first time. Be gentle with me later."
The ponytailed girl had delicate features, while the red-haired girl had a more voluptuous body, her full breasts nearly spilling out of her tank top, looking so enticingly firm that one might be tempted to reach out and squeeze them.
Jason felt a pang of envy. It seemed the man was in for a wild threesome tonight. Though Jason had been living in Imperial City for a few years, he rarely frequented adult entertainment venues. It was only at Euphoria Lounge that he had his first encounter with a girl named Kassy. Kassy wasn't as pretty or sexy as Audrey, but she had a fragile, bird-like dependence that made him infatuated, ultimately leading him to betray his wife.
But he regretted never experiencing a threesome. The manager of Euphoria Lounge, Calla Reyes, was mature and stunning. If he could have Calla and Kassy together for a threesome, it would be a dream come true for any man. But given his current down-and-out situation, he doubted he could even get through the door of Euphoria Lounge.
In the back seat, the young man was fondling the ponytailed girl's stocking-clad legs with one hand and reaching for the red-haired girl's breasts with the other. The red-haired girl giggled and squirmed, pretending to resist.
"Quit acting all innocent," the man snapped, frustrated that he couldn't get a proper grip. He yanked the girl's tank top strap, breaking it, and one of her full, swollen breasts popped out, the nipple bright red and very noticeable. The girl screamed but didn't dare cover up, letting the man knead and play with her breast.
Jason caught a glimpse of the scene in the rearview mirror, feeling a surge of agitation. He pressed the gas pedal hard, almost losing control of the steering wheel. He quickly diverted his gaze, took a deep breath, and concentrated on the road ahead, not daring to look back.
When Jason finally drove up to the villa halfway up the mountain, the man got out of the car, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket, and tossed it to Jason before swaggering into the villa with the two girls.
Jason looked at the money on the ground, feeling a wave of humiliation. He gritted his teeth, picked up the bill, and slowly rode his folding electric bike down the mountain. The lights below were dazzling, like a river of stars. This city, with nearly twenty million people, carried countless dreams. But how many could actually achieve their wishes?
At that moment, Jason felt a sudden sense of confusion. Was it right or wrong for him to stay in Imperial City?
Ten minutes later, Jason reached the bottom of the mountain, feeling hungry. He saw a restaurant still lit up by the roadside and went in to order a bowl of soup, sitting in a sheltered corner.
Soon, the steaming soup was served. Jason eagerly took a sip, burning his tongue. Seeing no one was paying attention, he pulled out the piece of bread from his pocket, broke it into pieces, and soaked it in the soup, slowly eating with a spoon.
The restaurant was run by a couple. The owner and his wife were chatting quietly. The woman wasn’t particularly beautiful but had a certain charm, especially her full breasts. Her laughter was like silver bells, causing her chest to jiggle, drawing the attention of the diners around. Who knew how many were drawn in by her impressive figure?
As Jason watched the couple chat intimately, he felt a pang of bitterness. If he hadn’t insisted on coming to Imperial City, he might be back home in Harmony County, enjoying a sweet, cozy life with his charming wife, playing with her far more magnificent breasts. But now he was eating soup at a roadside stall, watching others flaunt their love.
A wave of emotion stung at his nose. He quickly finished his soup and left the restaurant. Looking up at the starry sky, he couldn’t help but miss Audrey in Harmony County. Hesitating, he pulled out his phone and dialed Audrey’s number, wanting to express his longing. But the familiar ringtone played in the receiver, and no one answered.
"Is Audrey already asleep?" Jason wondered. It was past ten, but he knew Audrey's habits well. She liked to read at home, usually reading until after eleven before going to bed. It was unlikely she was in the shower either.
He called two more times, but still, no one answered. Jason's once warm heart grew cold. Maybe Audrey didn't want to answer his calls. He felt like a failure. Little did he know, his seductive wife was at home, on their bed, with her butt in the air, letting Kevin's large penis penetrate her delicate anus, engaging in a wild anal session.
A woman in a trench coat approached, offering him a practiced smile. "Looking for some company tonight?"
Jason glanced at her. She wasn’t particularly attractive, not even as pretty as the restaurant owner’s wife. He shook his head and started to leave.
The woman, sensing an opportunity slipping away, became more insistent. "I'll give you a special rate, $200. You can do whatever you want," she said, unbuttoning her coat to reveal a skimpy, tight outfit underneath. Her body was indeed alluring, with firm breasts and a slender waist, especially her round, full hips, which stirred an urge in him.
Jason hadn’t been with a woman since Audrey left. Seeing her round butt, he felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen, his desire rising. He considered giving in, but when he reached into his pocket and found only a hundred-dollar bill, he hesitated. "How about $100?" he asked, almost apologetically.
"$100? You'll never get that price anywhere in Imperial City. Go home and take care of yourself. You'll save the money," the woman retorted, giving Jason a disdainful look before walking away.
Jason felt a profound sense of helplessness. After all his struggles in Imperial City, even a prostitute could look down on him.
Audrey was right. He didn’t belong in this city. Maybe he should return to Harmony County. But would Audrey welcome him back? Was there still a place for him in their bed?
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