Chapter 880 Surveillance
At that moment, Derek's phone rang. He glanced at it, motioned for the woman to get off the table, and had her bend over the side, presenting her white buttocks. He aimed his cock at her entrance, moved a few times, and then thrust inside before answering the call with a smile, "Cousin, what brings you to call me?"
"Derek, what have you been up to lately? Why haven't you come to Aetheria? I've got a few young college girls at my club, fresh and pretty, saved a couple for you," a rough voice said on the other end.
"Forget it, I'm not into young girls. You keep them for yourself," Derek replied with a slight smile. "By the way, cousin, I heard your business is doing well and that you're dealing in white powder now. Is that true?"
"Who told you that? No way. Even if I were stupid, I wouldn't touch that stuff," the other man laughed off the question.
"Good to hear," Derek said. "Cousin, if your business isn't doing well, just let me know. How much money do you need? Just say the word. Drugs are something you really shouldn't get involved with. I know some high-ups in the police department, and they mentioned a nationwide crackdown coming soon. Starhaven will also have special operations. I suspect Aetheria will be targeted too, so be careful."
"I got it," the other man replied with a laugh. "By the way, I heard you organized a beauty contest in Starhaven. You're something else, trying to play with all the prettiest women there, huh?"
"Not at all," Derek said. "Cousin, the future is in the beauty economy. How much money can you make selling white powder? I plan to use this beauty contest to promote a few people, then establish a cultural media company, do some live streaming, make some movies—safe and profitable."
"Really? Count me in," the other man said. "Honestly, running this club is getting boring. I make a few million a year, but most of it goes to those bloodsuckers. Hardly anything left for me. Damn, these days the greediest ones are those officials. They're ruthless."
After some more small talk, they hung up. Derek then started thrusting into the woman again, her white, plump buttocks in his hands. The caller was his distant cousin Peter, a somewhat famous figure in Aetheria, running a restaurant company and a club, with assets over a billion. But it was nothing compared to Derek's Venture Capital Group, which had assets exceeding three billion, spanning real estate, finance, fashion, education, and more, making it a well-known group in Starhaven.
After ejaculating thick semen into the woman’s vagina, Derek felt bored. He pulled out a bank card and tossed it to her, saying coldly, "There's 200,000 in there. The password is 123456. Now leave."
After sending her off, Derek returned to the big screen to admire Audrey's naked body. In the next room, Audrey, unaware that her nude body was being watched, took a shower, returned to the bedroom, and, feeling bored, called Kevin.
"Hello, sis," Kevin quickly answered.
"Kevin, what are you up to? Why do I hear someone speaking English?" Audrey asked, puzzled by the English conversation in the background.
"Oh, I'm studying English," Kevin replied.
"Okay, I'll let you get back to it. Call me when you're free."
Kevin heard the busy tone and hung up, feeling a bit helpless, then continued repeating English phrases with the tape recorder.
At 7 PM, he arrived at the upscale Kimberly residence for tutoring. He was worried about running into Kimberly's husband, Grant, but Kimberly said Grant was working late recently and would come home late.
Kimberly analyzed his final exam paper, pointing out that his main problem was a lack of language sense. Learning English shouldn't be about memorizing words and grammar mechanically but about listening and speaking to develop a basic sense of the language. She had him follow along with a tape recorder, ensuring his pronunciation was perfect before moving on.
Looking at the stack of tapes, Kevin felt overwhelmed but forced himself to follow along. His mind wandered to Audrey's earlier call, wondering about her and Lucas.
Suddenly, Kimberly came out of the bedroom wearing a purple nightgown with thin straps over her fair shoulders, revealing a swath of white cleavage. Though she wore a bra, her full, high breasts were still very enticing. Her long, white legs looked smooth and milky, her hair cascading behind her. Compared to her usual elegant demeanor at school, Kimberly now looked like a seductive housewife.
"How's it going, Kevin? Can you read it?" Kimberly sat beside him, smiling. "Come on, read it for me."
Kevin glanced at her gently heaving breasts, feeling a bit distracted, but quickly refocused. He couldn't afford to have improper thoughts about her; Grant might be testing him. He read the sentence, but Kimberly frowned and said, "No, Kevin, you're not getting it right. You missed the linking, stress, and elision. Watch my mouth and follow along." She repeated the sentence.
Kevin stared at her rosy lips, his mind flashing inappropriate images. His lower body started to heat up, his penis beginning to harden. He quickly pressed his thighs together to hide it, not wanting Kimberly to see.
"Kevin, what are you doing? Can you focus?" Kimberly's face darkened, and she said sternly, "Do you think you can slack off because you're good in other subjects? Let me tell you, in the entrance exam, one point can make a difference of dozens or even hundreds of places. You might miss your dream school by one point, and then it will be too late to regret it."
"I understand, Kimberly," Kevin said, his heart tightening. He straightened up and began earnestly following her lead in reading English.
Meanwhile, in a government office, Grant sat at his desk, opening a hidden program on his computer. Soon, a window appeared on the screen, showing a somewhat blurry image of his living room, focused on the sofa where Kimberly was tutoring Kevin.
Seeing his wife maintaining a distance from Kevin, Grant sighed in relief. Although he wanted his wife to build a good relationship with Kevin, he also worried about any inappropriate behavior between them. So he had installed cameras in the living room, bedroom, and bathroom to monitor them. If Kevin tried anything, he could rush home to stop it.
Kimberly corrected Kevin's accent, smiling, "Kevin, that was much better. See, with a bit of practice, you can improve. English isn't as mysterious as you think. It's just a language like Chinese. If you can speak Chinese well, you can speak English well. Remember the four 'mores': listen more, speak more, read more, and write more. Don't just study mechanically. When I was in school, I got up at six every morning to read English for an hour and listened to three hours of tapes every night. I went through several walkmans. That's how you train your ear, understand?"
"I understand, Kimberly," Kevin nodded. Though Kimberly had explained these concepts in class, one-on-one tutoring was more effective. He resolved to conquer English this summer, giving Alissa a big surprise.
Kimberly shared some listening practice tips, like starting with slower speech, such as VOA Special English, and gradually increasing the speed. Listening shouldn't just be passive; it must be transcribed to force the brain to understand the meaning, though this was exhausting and hard to sustain.
"Kevin, I know you're a smart student, but smart people often try to take shortcuts. Learning English isn't about being clever; it's about hard work, accumulating bit by bit. There aren't many tricks. You need to be diligent. By the way, Lucy has a good sense of the language. You can also practice with her. Having someone to study with can make it more engaging," Kimberly said with a smile.
Kevin felt a bit embarrassed being called out. He had indeed become a bit complacent after his recent progress. He knew he wasn't bad at English; he just lacked interest compared to subjects like science, which he studied eagerly without needing Alissa's encouragement.
Seeing it was already 9 PM, Kimberly suggested Kevin head home. She went to the bathroom, took off her nightgown and underwear, and prepared to shower. Her white, full figure glowed under the light.
Grant, who had been dozing off, perked up. He had been watching the screen, worried Kevin might make a move on his wife. After all, a young man facing a mature, sexy woman might be tempted. He remembered his own high school days, often fantasizing about his female teachers. Kevin must have similar thoughts, but he had behaved well all evening, perhaps proving Grant wrong about any illicit relationship.
On the computer screen, Kimberly's curvy body was fully displayed, her charming face, full white skin, high, firm breasts, rosy nipples, smooth, rounded legs, and the mysterious slit below. Grant felt a surge of excitement.
Though he had seen his wife's naked body countless times, spying on her through the camera felt different, like peeping on another woman. His body heated up, breathing quickened. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his hardening penis, and began to stroke it.
Most people had left the office building by now, and Grant had locked his office door, ensuring no interruptions. He even took a flesh-colored stocking from his drawer, wrapping it around his penis head, enjoying the sensation as if it were inside his wife's tight vagina, finding it more thrilling than actual sex.
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