"Ah! Yes... like that..." Lestari moaned, her hands gripping Nathan's shoulders, her nails digging gently into his skin.
Nathan found a new rhythm. Each thrust was not just about penetration, but about the right friction. His large, muscular shaft rubbed against every sensitive fold inside her, creating waves of continuous pleasure.
She could feel every beat of their hearts uniting, every inch of her sensitive skin igniting under the relentless friction.
He bent down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, swallowing every moan and sigh. His tongue danced with hers, mimicking the relentless movement of her hips.
"I can't get enough of you," he growled between kisses, his pace increasing. "You feel too good."
Lestari could only shake her head, her eyes closed, lost in the sensation. "Don't stop... please, don't stop..."
Nathan obeyed. His hands reached under her knees, folding her until she was almost touching her chest, opening her completely, allowing deeper penetration, deeper than she thought possible. This new angle made Lestari scream, a high-pitched sound filled with surprise and unbearable pleasure.
"There! Oh, my God, Nathan, there!" she cried, her body trembling.
Nathan smiled, realising he had found her most sensitive spot. He locked onto that angle and began delivering precise, rhythmic thrusts to that spot, without mercy.
The small room was filled with their sounds—the sound of skin slapping, choked moans, and gasping dirty words. The scent of sex and sweat filled the air, the primal aroma of two people completely immersed in physical pleasure.
Lestari began to lose control. Her moans became incoherent, a mixture of her name, pleas, and curses. Her hands grabbed the pillow, squeezing it tightly, while her body arched off the mattress, chasing every thrust.
Nathan, driven by her wild response, felt the heat burning more intensely at his base. His enhanced stamina allowed him to maintain this brutal rhythm, holding her right on the edge without falling, prolonging their pleasure to the point of near torture.
He pulled out almost completely once more, making Lestari whimper in protest, before thrusting back in with one strong, deep movement that made the bed creak loudly.
"I'M YOURS!" Lestari screamed, and she exploded for the second time, her body shaking uncontrollably, her intense contractions massaging Nathan's shaft like a gripping hand.
That was the last thing he could hold back. With a deep, primal groan, he let himself fall, thrusting as deep as he could as he peaked, filling himself with heat, marking her from within.
They remained connected for a long time, both bodies sweaty and trembling, trying to catch their breath. Nathan finally collapsed beside her, pulling her into his embrace.
No words were spoken. Only satisfied sighs and their heartbeats slowly returning to normal. Nathan kissed her sweaty forehead, realising that he had given her more than just protection tonight.
He had given her an unforgettable first experience, and himself a reminder of his true power—not only to take, but also to give.
***
Today, Nathan leaned back in a plush leather chair, enjoying the panorama of the city spread out behind the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The air in the Sky Garden Restaurant was cool and scented with orchids and fine food.
In front of him, a perfect A5 Wagyu steak and a glass of rare, aged Merlang wine awaited him.
This was a celebration—a celebration for himself, for his new wealth, for his power. Every bite was an acknowledgement of his journey from the dark mines to the pinnacle of luxury.
Now he no longer needs to be a mine labourer. He already has billions of pounds.
He was cutting a piece of meat as tender as butter when the voice cut through the elegant tranquillity of the restaurant.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU COULDN'T? NOW? HALF PAST TWELVE BEFORE THE RACE?"
The voice was shrill, full of anger and despair that couldn't be masked by its aristocratic tone.
Nathan looked up from his steak. The source of the voice was a young woman standing at the door of the VIP room, a few metres from his table. She clutched her mobile phone tightly.
"LISTEN CAREFULLY, IF YOU DON'T SHOW UP, YOUR CAREER IS OVER! I WILL MAKE SURE YOUR NAME IS STRUCK FROM EVERY CIRCUIT IN THIS COUNTRY!"
The woman, who was probably in her mid-twenties, was very beautiful. Her jet-black hair was tied back tightly, accentuating her firm jawline and bright hazel eyes.
Her simple but obviously very expensive dress perfectly enveloped her slim body. But her beauty was now distorted by her overflowing anger.
"NONSENSE! RAYMOND MUST HAVE PAID YOU! HE'S AFRAID OF LOSING!" she shouted again before finally throwing her mobile phone into her Hermès bag in a frustrated gesture.
She leaned against the wall, took a deep breath, and Nathan could see her shoulders shaking—not from crying, but from pent-up anger.
He hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but the close proximity and loud voices made it unavoidable. And then, his ever-vigilant system kicked in.
[Ding! High-value target detected. Identity: Monica Lim, heir to the Lim Group (automotive conglomerate). Stress level: Critical. Source of stress: Betrayal by her star driver ahead of the inheritance competition.]
Nathan raised his eyebrows. "The Lim Group? That's one of the industrial giants in this country." He remembered reading about its patriarch, Old Man Lim, a legend who built his empire from a racing workshop.
[Analysing conversation... Car racing competition between Monica Lim and her cousin, Raymond Lim. The winner will become the next CEO. Monica's driver has been bought off by Raymond.]
[Mission found!]
[Option A: Help the waiters wash dishes in the restaurant kitchen for 2 hours. Reward: 300,000 Rupiah. Bonus: Expert Dishwashing Skill (efficiency +50%, breakage reduction -70%).]
Nathan nearly choked on his wine. Wash dishes? In this restaurant? The system really has a terrible sense of humour.
[Option B: Approach Monica. Offer to be her replacement driver on one condition: She must be willing to sleep with you after the victory. Reward: 1,000,000,000 Rupiah. Bonus: Racing Driving Skill equivalent to Michael Schumacher (permanent).]
Nathan put down his wine glass. That was more like it. One billion. And legendary racing skills? It was an offer he couldn't refuse. And Monica... she was an intriguing challenge.
He didn't hesitate. "I choose B."
[Confirmation received. Schumacher's Racing Driving Skill is downloading. Knowledge of cars, tracks, racing strategies, and vehicle control at the highest limits has been fully integrated.]
A wave of new information flooded his mind. He suddenly understood aerodynamics, tyre composition, the perfect braking points for every corner. It was an overwhelming feeling.
He stood up, leaving his expensive meal behind, and walked towards Monica, who was still frozen against the wall, her eyes vacant as she stared at the floor.