Chapter Ninety-Six: Fen Huang

Chapter 96

Fen Huang

Tristan was in his office that morning. He wore a green three-piece suit, white pressed shirt, a green tie with gold paisley patterns, and black wingtip Oxfords. He was on the phone to his father, who was calling from camp.

Tristan: “Coucou, Papa. Comment ça va?”

Victor was on the other end in his cabin, completely nude.

Victor: ‘Coucou, mon fils! Très bien! Ces vacances étaient ce dont j'avais besoin.”

He said softly. Tristan drew a long breath.

Tristan: “Heureux d'entendre ça…”

He sighed wistfully.

Victor: “Tu souviens de l’URL que tu avais reçue et qui était manuscrite ?”

Tristan raised his eyebrows.

Tristan: “Ouais.”

Victor: “C'est Ivy qui a écrit ça. Sur ma tête la vie de ma mère! Sais-tu pourquoi ?”

Tristan froze. Ivy wrote that?! He wondered.

Tristan: ‘...Non, Papa, je ne sais pas pourquoi.”

There was a moment of silence.

Victor: “Je dois y aller maintenant. On se parle plus tard ?”

Tristan: “Ouais.”

Victor: “Je t’aime, Tristan.”

He said softly.

Tristan: “Moi aussi.”

He smiled.

Tristan: “À bientôt.”

He cradled the receiver and heaved a deep sigh.

He looked over the findings from his private investigator in Shin-Yamato. He heard whining coming from his lounge room and groaned. God, I wish Rosemary would hire a babysitter for Lily, he thought and clasped his hand over his forehead.

~

Lily was sobbing on the leather sofa with Rosemary.

Lily: “MUM! Borko hasn’t called or come by to drive me to his house! I dunno what to do, Mum!”

She bawled. Rosemary rocked her back and forth.

Rosemary: “There, there, Lily. We’re going to find him. Daddy is coming from Los Campos to help find Borko for you.”

She crooned. Lily’s tearful eyes grew large.

Lily: “R-REALLY!? Daddy is coming here!? Can he take me out to get ice cream and to Pizza Hutch like when Ivy and me were kids?!”

Rosemary shifted her green eyes and forced a smile.

Rosemary: “O-Of course, Lily!”

She stammered.

They heard a knock on the door. Rosemary caught a waft of the overpowering cologne and knew it was her ex-husband.

In the doorway, stood a svelte Asian man who wore his dark green hair slicked back and had a soul patch under his lip. He wore a silk teal dress shirt with the buttons undone to expose his chest, a thick gold Cuban link chain, gold pants, black alligator shoes, and a dark green coat with fur trim over it. Hanging over his dark brown eyes were gold-framed heart-shaped sunglasses. He had gold rings on all of his fingers with big jewels. On the left side of his neck was a heart tattoo. He smiled at Lily, his lips spread to show a gold tooth. He was Fen Huang, Ivy and Lily’s father.

Lily rushed to him and hugged him.

Lily: “DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDY!”

Fen: “Kělè!”

He hugged Lily close and patted her back.

Fen: “How is Daddy’s favorite little princess?”

He looked down at her. Lily looked up at her father with tears in her eyes.

Lily: “Not good, Daddy! Borko is missing!”

She sobbed on her father. Rosemary sighed.

Rosemary: “The last time we saw Borko was at Ivy’s engagement party, which you missed.”

She said with irritation.

Fen: “I had other things to do, Rose. I sent Ivy money and a card.”

He waved his hand.

Rosemary: “She would have preferred to see her father.”

She narrowed her eyes at him.

Fen: “I’m not here to argue, Rose.”

He said flippantly and rolled his eyes.

Fen: “We have to find our kělè’s Borko!”

He tousled Lily’s hair.

Lily: “Daddy, can you take me for some ice cream and to eat at Pizza Hutch?!”

She bounced up and down. Fen smiled at her.

Fen: “Of course, Kělè! Anything for you!”

Rosemary rolled her eyes, knowing he wasn’t going to keep his promise.

Tristan stood in the doorway.

Tristan: “Hello, can I help you?”

He asked Fen. Fen’s jaw dropped, and his eyes grew large.

Fen: “HELLO, SEXY!”

He threw Lily back to her mother, ran to Tristan, taking his hand, kissing it, and sucking on his finger. Tristan winced and drew back. He ran to the sink to wash his hands.

Fen: “Are you French?”

Tristan: “Yes, I am.”

Fen: “Holy smokes, Rose, check him out. He’s sexy and French.”

He purred.

Rosemary: “And he’s my boss, Fen.”

She glowered at him. Fen smirked.

Fen: “Lucky you that you work for someone so fine!”

He wiggled his eyebrows and licked his lips, checking out his ass. Tristan’s discomfort grew. Lily tugged on her father’s coat.

Lily: “Daddy, can you buy me a toy?”

She looked up at him beseechingly.

Tristan heard someone come upstairs. Celeste came up, wearing a Metallica tank top, a white tiger stripe skirt, black pantyhose, thigh-high boots, and a black leather jacket.

Fen: “Holy shit, check out the hot Latina with the big boobs!”

He watched as her boobs bounced as she walked upstairs. Celeste gaped at him.

She saw Jaxon coming up the stairs. He wore a black dress shirt with flames on the hemline, tight black jeans with holes in the knees, a black leather jacket, and Chelsea boots.

Jaxon: “She’s MY spicy pepper.”

He grinned, putting his arm around Celeste. Fen gawked at Jaxon with a wide grin.

Fen: “Hello, sexy! You know how to make an entrance!”

He purred, checking out his groin in those tight pants and his chest tattoo.

Jaxon: “I know!”

He grinned smugly, keeping his arm around Celeste. Lily tugged on her father’s coat.

Lily: “Daddy, can you get me some ice cream? I-I wanna go to the carnival! Will you ride on the caterpillar coaster with me, Daddy?”

Fen ignored her.

Fen: “Name is Fen. Fen Huang. Pleasure to meet the two of you, and… him.”

He smirked at Tristan in the lounge room. Tristan groaned and rolled his eyes. He took both Jaxon’s and Celeste’s hands and kissed them, licking up their arms. Celeste’s eyes grew large, and she yanked her arm away. Jaxon’s eyes widened.

Jaxon: “Hey! What’s the big idea?!”

He pouted, pulling himself and Celeste away.

Tristan brushed past them.

Tristan: “I’ll see you two now.”

He smiled.

Fen: “Goddamn, Rose, you are so lucky!”

Rosemary: “Why?”

Fen: “You get to check out your boss’s ass all the time!”

Rosemary glared at him through narrow slits. Tristan reddened and felt humiliated. He wanted this man to leave and never come back.

Lily: “D-Daddy, Borko is missing!”

She sobbed.

Fen hurried into Tristan’s office with the three.

Tristan: “Excuse me, I’m seeing these two.”

Fen grinned.

Fen: “Oooh, a threesome?!”

Tristan reddened. Jaxon scoffed.

Jaxon: “I don’t fuck old men and only fuck my Green Queen.”

He countered.

Tristan: “No, it’s for my business!”

Lily: “Daddy, what about Borko and my ice cream?!”

Fen shut the door on her and smiled at the three.

Fen: “Don’t worry, this is to find Dorko or whatever his name is for my princess!”

He waved his hands.

Tristan: “I am so sure it is…”

He said dryly.

Fen was checking out Jaxon’s ass and Celeste’s boobs and leaned over to Tristan.

Fen: “Who will be my lucky pick tonight? The tall, sexy Frenchie with the tight ass, the hot Japanese rockstar with a nice sizable dick, or the spicy Latina with the big boobs?”

He stroked his chin. Celeste blinked. Tristan cupped his mouth.

Tristan: “Yes, this will prove ever-so-helpful in finding Borko.”

He said sarcastically as he reddened. Jaxon pouted. God, was I this obnoxious and annoying when I chatted up hotties? He wondered. Then something dawned on him. Huang? Dark green hair?

Jaxon: “NONE! You’re literally IVY’S dad!”

He groused. Fen grabbed Jaxon’s hand, sucked on his finger, and handed him a business card for “Fen’s Sex Kitten Ranch.”

Fen: “Hey, my spicy red Japanese pepper, how would you like to work at my ranch?”

He purred, and slapped his ass.

Jaxon: “EWW! How about NO?!”

He snapped, wrenching away from him and throwing his card at his face. Celeste stood before Jaxon, her feet braced apart, ready for battle.

Tristan marched up to him.

Tristan: “Get out now.”

He said coldly.

Fen: “I’m getting started, Mr. Sexy Boss!”

He purred and rubbed Tristan’s ass. Tristan shuddered and drew back, forming an ice sword in his hand.

Tristan: “GET. OUT. OF. HERE.”

He rasped slowly and pointed it at Fen. Fen put his hands up and smiled.

Fen: “Demanding! You must be amazing in bed!”

Tristan blushed and bared his teeth.

Tristan: “OUT!”

He stomped on the floor, forming an ice path. He shoved Fen to slide out of the office and crash into the wall. Tristan slammed the door on him and shattered the sword. Celeste grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

Tristan: “My apologies.”

He dusted himself off.

Tristan: “I don’t know what he came here for, but whatever it is we distracted him from it.”

He huffed and sat down.

Jaxon: “I hate that family.”

He pouted. Celeste leaned on his shoulder and kissed his cheek. Tristan drew a long breath.

Tristan: “In any case, you know my father was using Oliver to listen to your conversation… and cry to me about them. I did listen in on one conversation you two had that… piqued my interest. It concerns your late grandmother, Chiyo Tachibana.”

He said firmly but gently. Jaxon froze. Celeste glanced up at Jaxon and then at Tristan.

Jaxon: “...My grandmother? What did you find?”

He pressed him with curiosity.

Tristan: “Where do I even start? Well…”

He folded his hands over.

Tristan: “I found your grandmother’s… will, which was notarized the day before she died, and I suspect it’s forged and fraudulent. She apparently left everything to your brother. Nothing was left to your father or you; it was all left to him. I found that suspicious, especially given the timing.”

He explained.

Tristan: “So I hired a private investigator to try to find previous copies of her will.”

He added in a somber tone. Jaxon’s jaw was agape.

Jaxon: “...What?! What do you mean?! Why would she leave everything to Ichiro?”

He gaped at him.

Tristan: “Because it was forged, Jaxon. The previous copy…”

He slid the original Japanese will to him while Tristan read the English translation.

Tristan: “States that she wanted you to inherit her wealth, which was nine million yen, and the mansion and her business, and estate would go to your father. She states she wants to disinherit Ichiro.”

He said as his voice trailed off. Celeste glanced at Jaxon and back at Tristan. Jaxon’s eyes widened, and his jaw slammed onto the floor.

Jaxon: “...Excuse me, WHAT?!”

He gaped.

Jaxon: “Who forged it?! Why did she want me to inherit it and not the perfect Ichiro?!”

He gasped. Tristan leaned back.

Tristan: “This is what I would love to know. I read the marriage agreement she drew up. Apparently, your parents wanted Ichiro to marry Nariko, but she didn’t want that and insisted you marry Nariko instead. I’m more interested in why she disinherited him. And then… she died conveniently on the day you were supposed to marry Nariko, but you didn’t show.”

He explained.

Tristan: “As for who forged it, it’s clear it was Ichiro. Of course, he did.”

Jaxon’s blood ran cold.

Jaxon: “...Are you fucking telling me I went through all that hell with that crazy Viking bitch and my family because of fucking ICHIRO?!”

He trembled with shaking rage like a volcano about to burst. Tristan could tell this was infuriating him. He cleared his throat.

Tristan: “Yes, Jaxon, that is what I am saying because it’s true.”

He sighed.

Jaxon: “WHAT THE FUCK?! ALL THIS TIME?! IT WAS FUCKING ICHIRO?! WHILE HE’S MR. PERFECT?!”

He rasped, shooting up from his seat. Celeste rose and put her arms around him to comfort him.

Celeste: “Jaxon…”

Jaxon held her back.

Tristan: “...I also suspect he killed your grandmother…”

He said slowly.

Tristan: “Or arranged it. Same difference.”

He wagged his head.

Jaxon: “...WHAT?! This whole time… I thought I killed her, but it was him this whole time?!”

He laughed bitterly. Tristan nodded soberly.

Tristan: “There are poisons one can ingest to mimic strokes. And I suspect he convinced his parents that you did this because you didn’t show up to your wedding and they believed it without questioning.”

He inhaled sharply. Jaxon froze.

Jaxon: “...They can ALL go to hell!”

He bared his teeth and fumed.

Jaxon: “I’m going to fucking DESTROY ICHIRO!”

He rasped.

Tristan: “How do you intend to do that, Jaxon?”

He cupped his chin and locked his gaze on him. Celeste locked her gaze on Jaxon.

Tristan: “Oh, and my Papa and I spoke this morning. He said the handwritten note with the URL was Ivy’s. She hosted that video of your father and Vanessa and showed it at Ichiro’s speech.”

He waved his hand.

Celeste: “That’s not important right now, Tristan. …Is it?”

Tristan shrugged.

Tristan: “It might be.”

Jaxon paced around the room with swarming thoughts.

Jaxon: “What?! What’s that got to do with anything?!”

He huffed.

Tristan: “What do you need, Jaxon? I’m willing to help you.”

He said gently.

Celeste: “Yeah, we’re gonna get through this, babe.”

She knit her eyebrows.

Jaxon: “Thanks, guys…”

He said earnestly.

Jaxon: “I don’t know WHAT to do, though…”

He frowned.

Tristan: “Jaxon, we’re up against someone VERY dangerous…”

He said firmly.

Tristan: “I have this feeling something else is going to come out of this, but I don’t know what. He seems like someone who doesn’t take well to being crossed.”

Jaxon: “Ichiro?! That coward?!”

He scoffed and laughed.

Tristan: “Jaxon, he concocted this plan in the shadows and shifted the blame onto you, so yes.”

He said firmly.

Celeste: “Yeah, but you’re way smarter, Tristan! You already figured all this stuff out! You can outsmart him!”

She grinned. Tristan smiled a bit.

Jaxon: “That’s right! Fuck Ichiro! You’re way smarter!”

He declared. Tristan smiled tightly and nodded to them.

Tristan: “I certainly hope so.”

He turned to Jaxon.

Tristan: “So, Jaxon, did you want any of your grandmother’s inheritance? Were you close with her? Maybe I am reading too much into this, but it seems she has taken a shine to you.”

He locked his gaze on him.

Jaxon: “Of course I do! That’s MINE, and he stole it and ruined my life! I deserve some compensation for the hell he put me through! Of course, she liked me better than Ichiro! He was just jealous!”

He huffed. Tristan nodded.

Tristan: “All right, I’ll contest this will and get that much for you. I can help you with that.”

He said firmly.

Jaxon: “Thanks, Tristan. He’s not going to get away with this, and we’ll destroy that coward!”

He exclaimed, rubbing his hands together. Tristan smiled at him.

Tristan: “I’d be delighted.”

He said with that gleam in his eyes. Celeste smiled tightly at Tristan and Jaxon. She wrapped her arms around Jaxon, kissing him. Jaxon beamed at her and kissed her back.

Tristan cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his head.

Tristan: “Oh, and Jaxon? If you ever… find yourself forming any cavities, you can heal those.”

He told him as he smiled sadly and rubbed his own cheek.

Jaxon: “Cavities?”

He enquired. Tristan nodded.

Tristan: “Like… tooth cavities.”

He said slowly and shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Jaxon gave him a perplexed look.

Jaxon: “Oh, uh, sure!”

He smiled a bit.

Tristan: “Yes, you can heal those… unlike me.”

He smiled sadly and drew a long breath.

Celeste: “Tristan is always on top of everything!”

She grinned. Most everything, Tristan thought, and rubbed his cheek where his dental implant is.

~

Deimos was driving through Pink Top City. He wore a Kreator tank top, torn jeans, cowboy boots, and a leather jacket. He arrived at The Pink Flamingo Mall. The parking lot was filled with cars. He parked his car away from the mall. He got out and ventured inside.

The mall was decorated for Easter. Deimos was dreading Easter and dreading eating with his family. He hoped Jaxon would surprise him with something so he could bail, or Tristan didn’t want to go. There were pastel pink, yellow, and blue streamers arcing across the ceiling, and a billboard with a cartoon rabbit that said kids could get their picture taken with the Easter Bunny.

Deimos went up the escalator and inhaled sharply. He walked and stood before “Cherry Bomb!” The name was lit in neon red with a cherry to the side. The door frame had male, female, transgender, intersex, and nonbinary symbols, and the mannequins wore sexy lingerie, sexy briefs, and harnesses. Deimos reddened and gulped. He entered the store and saw shelves lined up with sex toys, BDSM tools, sexy wear, lubes, toy cleaners, pasties, and more.

Deimos stared at the anal lubricants, his face red as a beet. I hope no one I know sees me, he thought. The desire is there, I want to make love to him, but I am afraid he will think of Dougal, he thought nervously.

He turned his head to gaze at the flavored oral lubricants, and his face turned redder. He felt a hardness form in his jeans thinking of Tristan sucking his cock, and… entering him. I’m… actually thinking of making love to Tristan, he thought as his face turned red and he felt body heat rose.

Deimos’ trembling hand rose to grab a bottle of water-based anal lubricant. He flicked his gaze to some scented candles and smiled a bit. I just want our first time to be special, he thought.

Deimos timidly looked at the cashier girl. She just smiled reassuringly. Deimos took a deep breath and walked up to her with his purchases.

~

Ivy was in her studio working on a large charcoal drawing of her straddling Tristan and Tristan cupping her breasts. Ivy marveled at this piece, feeling a tingling sensation rush through her body. She flicked her gaze over to the small, half-finished, and rushed pencil drawing of her and Blair standing in an empty space with blank expressions. She groaned at how she had to finish that commissioned piece and was dragging her corpse to finish it. Blair had paid her five hundred dollars to support her art.

Her studio was full of intricate and beautiful, detailed drawings of her and Tristan, overshadowing the small and soulless illustration of her and Blair.

Ivy’s cellphone rang. She looked over and picked it up.

Ivy: “Hello?”

Fen: “Ivy, it’s your father! Look, I’m in town and Lily wants us to have dinner at Pizza Hutch like old times!”

Ivy darkened.

Ivy: “Oh.”

Fen: “Your mother told me where you live now. I forgot it. I always needed her to remind me of your birthday and stuff!”

He laughed. Ivy trembled in fury.

Fen: “Anyway, I’ll be around and don’t make me wait or I will leave.”

He hung up the phone.

Ivy screamed and threw her phone on the floor, where it bounced. She turned to see Vanessa walking past the studio in the hallway. She ran out and glared at her with fury.

Ivy: “Why the FUCK are you still here?! Why don’t you just live with your beloved Hiroto if he’s such a great lover?!”

She barked. Vanessa drew back.

Vanessa: “I have been trying to call him, Ivy! He won’t return my calls or anything! I don’t know what to do! I wish you would leave me alone!”

She sobbed. Ivy saw red.

Ivy: “Maybe… Just MAYBE he fucking hates you! LIKE WE ALL DO!”

She thundered. Vanessa sobbed and embraced herself. Ivy charged after her and slapped her all over.

Ivy: “I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!”

Vanessa cried out and shielded herself from Ivy’s slaps.

Vanessa: “STOP IT, IVY! STOP!”

She cried and pushed her away to run. Ivy chased after her.

Ivy: “YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

She grabbed her and pushed her down the stairs. Vanessa shrieked as she tumbled down the stairs and landed sobbing loudly.

Vanessa: “I-Ivy, why did you do that?! What if you hurt the baby?!”

She cried and rubbed her stomach. Ivy locked up the studio.

Ivy growled when she heard her father’s car horn honking outside. She grabbed her purse when downstairs, stepped over Vanessa, and slid her feet into her high-heeled sandals. She went out the door and slammed it.

~

Fen was driving his 1959 Teal Sequin Cadillac Eldorado through Pink Top City, with Lily in the front with her father and Ivy in the back, pouting. He had large plush dice hanging from his rearview mirror.

Pizza Hutch in downtown Pink Top City. It was a large restaurant with a log cabin exterior and a red log roof with huge white letters that read, “PIZZA HUTCH.” There was a small patio for outdoor eating and a pathway leading up to the main door. There were large windows with posters showing the specials for dine-in and take-out, with flower boxes under each window.

It was a large dining room with log walls, tables with red and white checkered tablecloths and wooden chairs, and red leather booths. Hanging over each table were red and white Tiffany lamps with “Pizza Hutch” on the lampshades. In the center of the restaurant was an all-you-can-eat salad bar, and next to it was the sundae bar with sundae toppings and the ice cream machine.

Fen and his daughters took a booth with Ivy sitting across from her father and sister, pouting.

Fen: “Ivy, do you remember when I took you girls here every Sunday?”

Ivy: “Yes, and I hated it! I hate it here! You didn’t show up for my engagement party!”

She cried. Fen looked at the menu.

Fen: “You know, they passed a law that you can legally open brothels in Little Tokyo in this city. I came here to expand my business.”

He chuckled. Ivy gaped at him.

Lily: “Daddy, remember we got a LARGE jug of root beer?”

She spread her arms out.

Fen: “Yes, my princess!”

Ivy: “So you’re here to open a brothel in Pink Top City, not to see me.”

She looked away and shed her tears. Fen smiled at her and nodded.

Fen: “Yeah, that would be right, Ivy! Also, I will try to find Dorko or whatever somewhere in between.”

He waved his hand dismissively.

Lily: “YAY, DADDY!”

She threw her arms around him.

A slender woman with her cyan hair worn in a ponytail and square glasses came up to them.

Waitress: “Hi, I’ll be your server. What can I get for you today?”

Fen’s jaw dropped. He took her hand and grinned.

Fen: “Hello, beautiful, I’m Fen Huang. Would you like to come work at my ranch and have a night out on the town?”

He caressed her hand and grinned. The woman bit her lip and smirked at him.

Waitress: “O-Okay!”

Ivy angrily rose from the table.

Ivy: “WHY DID I COME HERE?! WHY DO I BOTHER?!”

She cried, took her purse, and stormed out.

Fen watched her go.

Fen: “Oh, it must be that time of the month. My ex-wife was also a bitch like that when she was on her period.”

He laughed.

~

Ivy stormed out of the restaurant in tears. Tristan got out of his car and was heading toward Ruby’s Chinese Kitchen, a little Chinese restaurant in the strip mall by Pizza Hutch. Tristan froze when he saw Ivy. Ivy locked her gaze on him. Tristan drew a long breath and looked away. Ivy approached him.

Ivy: “Tristan?’

Tristan: “What’s wrong?”

He drew a long breath.

Ivy: “I HATE MY FATHER! He came here not to see me or go to my engagement party but to build a stupid brothel in Little Tokyo! He also forced me to go to Pizza Hutch with Lily, and he wants to find that creepy old man of hers! He doesn’t care about me, Tristan!”

She cried. Tristan bowed his head. He drew a long breath.

Tristan: “Ivy, I’ve known you for years. You know what he’s like. You cannot control what he does or how he feels about you. All you can control are your actions and how you feel. Why did you go with him to Pizza Hutch?”

He asked her.

Ivy: “I don’t know! I think I wanted to be around HIM more than VANESSA! I FUCKING HATE THAT SLUT!”

She bawled. Tristan bowed his head.

Tristan: “Ivy, why are you so focused on these little details, these insignificant things out of your control? Why do you do this? Why can’t you take a step back and look at the bigger picture?”

He challenged her.

Tristan: “If Vanessa makes you so unhappy, you can ignore her or move out with Blair. …Why isn’t Blair here?”

He looked around.

Ivy: “He’s always out, Tristan! He only cares about Yoshi, and he wants ASHLEY!”

She cried. Tristan gazed at her and nodded.

Tristan: “He should be here with you.”

He said as his voice trailed off. It doesn’t bother me anyway, she thought. She gazed at Tristan. This is what I want right now, she thought as she drew closer, inhaling his cologne. She always loved that scent.

Tristan: “Vanessa and her lifestyle, as much as I disagree with it, it’s not your problem. Your father is going to lead this sleazy lifestyle until the day he dies. Let it go, Ivy. Do what makes you happy. When you do that, you realize how little all of this other stuff matters.”

He sighed. Ivy gazed at him. This is what happened in my favorite Hallmark movie, A Prince For Me, where the prince gives the damsel advice because he loves her, she thought.

Tristan rubbed his temples and heaved a deep sigh.

Tristan: “And for God’s sake, please stop relying on Hallmark movies for how relationships work. Isn’t this what Maxx does with his sex romps?”

He rolled his eyes. Ivy gaped at him. Can he read my mind?! She wondered. Wait, she thought.

Ivy: “Tristan, those movies are NOTHING like those sleazy movies! They’re romantic, and the couple falls in love! It’s not about sex!”

She snapped and slapped his chest. Tristan rolled his eyes.

Tristan: ‘They still offer a warped view of how relationships work.”

He said dryly.

Ivy: “They DO NOT!”

She whipped her peacock feather from her purse and pointed it at his neck. Tristan felt the color drain from his face.

Tristan: “Ivy, not here, please!”

He whined.

She brushed the feather against his neck. Tristan drew back laughing.

Tristan: “HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”

Ivy smirked and pinned him, tickling his neck and ears with her feather.

Tristan: ‘HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!”

She smiled and loved this. This was pure bliss to her.

Nearby, Jaclyn sat in her 1958 Cadillac, taking pictures with a brazen smirk.

~

Celeste and Jaxon were in their tub that evening with pleasure-enhancing bath salts in the water. She leaned over to him and kissed him deeply and passionately. Jaxon cupped her face as he kissed her passionately and deeply. She trailed her nails across his chest and down to the most masculine part of him, wrapping her fingers around it and stroking it. Jaxon quivered and moaned with arousal. She leaned over to his ear, licking it. Jaxon shivered all over when she licked his ear.

Celeste: “Hey, Jax, take me to our room…”

She whispered and kissed his neck. He shivered at her kisses and scooped her up, carrying her out of the bathroom and to their bedroom, placing her on the bed.

Celeste gazed at him lovingly as she lay there.

Celeste: “Oh, Jaxon…”

She said softly.

Jaxon: “Oh, Celeste…”

He said softly, kissing down her chest. Celeste’s breathing hitched, and her nipples stiffened to his kisses. She placed her hands on his shoulders and massaged them. Jaxon melted into her massage with a small moan as he kissed her nipples. She gazed down at him with a smile and rested her hand on the nape of his neck. Jaxon smiled up at her as he made his way down to her pussy. A moan escaped her mouth.

Celeste: “Jax, lie down.”

She commanded.

Jaxon: “Ohh, now you’re giving me orders, eh?”

He teased and lay down. She smirked and positioned herself on top of him, curling her fingers around his hard cock and rested his head between her thighs. Jaxon kissed her pussy and licked her soft flesh with pleasure. He guided his cock into her mouth, and she took it in eagerly, moaning with each thrust as he pleasured her.

Celeste ran her hands up and down his legs as he thrust into her mouth. Celeste moaned, loving the taste of his member, the sound of his pleasure, and him thrusting inside her mouth. Jaxon’s leg trembled as she pleasured him and ran her delicate hands down his legs.

With both hands, he spread her wet folds open and with the flat of his tongue, lapped at her clitoris in slow, long licks that turned into short, fast licks. Celeste was frozen and dug her nails into the sheets, his member still deep in her mouth, as his pleasure knocked the breath out of her. Her hips bucked and her vagina contracted on Jaxon’s mouth as an intense orgasm crashed through her and she released into his mouth. Jaxon swallowed her sweet taste and thrust inside her mouth, gnashing his teeth and cupping her breasts as he soared higher and higher into climax, releasing into her mouth. Celeste gasped when a load of his hot cum burst into her mouth, filling it, and she pulled out, rested her wet core on his chest and swallowed it.

She turned around, straddling his chest, her face red, and her mouth slightly open. Jaxon sat up, cupped her cheek, and kissed her mouth. She kissed him back, raking her fingers through his damp hair. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. Jaxon squeezed her breasts and kissed them. Celeste threw her head back and moaned.

Celeste: “Like them, do ya?”

She shook them.

Jaxon: “Very!”

He grinned, mesmerized by her shaking breasts. She took his head and buried it into her large boobs. Jaxon beamed with delight as her beautiful breasts were squished against his face, and he kissed them all over. Celeste giggled and shook them in his face. Jaxon groped her breasts and kissed her deeply and passionately. Celeste moaned into his mouth.

The two then heard a branch snap outside. Celeste stopped and froze, turgid. Jaxon wrapped his arms around her. Celeste bit her lip and clung to her chest, loving this feeling.

Jaxon: “The fuck?!”

He rose and looked in the direction of the noise, standing in front of her protectively. They saw no one was in the backyard, but the gate was swinging in the wind. Celeste locked her gaze on the gate swinging. We heard that, but not Dougal coming, she thought. I think Fabien is right, she pondered.

~

In a dark laboratory barely illuminated by a neon blue light, an overweight, simple-looking bald white man in coveralls, clapping his hands.

Man: “Did ya see her?! Did ya see her?!”

The other person held up a photo of Celeste in a lingerie store. They licked the photo, especially where her fishnet clad legs and feet were, and gazed at a billboard consisting of a collage of candid photos of Celeste, sleeping, in her bikini, out on dates with Jaxon, hanging from trees, and most of these photos were focused on her legs and feet in pantyhose and fishnets.