Kevin pulled out of Melisha with a wet sound, both of them breathing heavily. Cum leaked slowly from her well-fucked pussy onto the wooden table as she stayed bent over, legs trembling.
He zipped himself up, still slightly dazed by how quickly things had escalated. Melisha straightened her dress with shaky hands, her face flushed and her usual sharp expression softened by exhaustion and satisfaction.
Kevin cleared his throat. "280,000 dollars. I'll take it at that price."
Melisha's eyes widened with visible relief. "You… you really will?"
"Yes," Kevin said calmly. "I'll call my lawyer right now to process the deal."
He pulled out his phone and dialed Lionel Hutz.
"Hutz speaking!" the lawyer answered cheerfully.
"Lionel, it's Kevin. I'm at Tweedy Farm. I've agreed to buy it for 280,000 dollars. Can you come here immediately to finalize the paperwork?"
"Absolutely! I'm on my way. Give me twenty minutes," Hutz replied, sounding excited at another big commission.
Kevin hung up and looked at Melisha. "He'll be here soon. While we wait, I'll head to the bank to arrange the funds. I don't have that much cash on hand right now."
Melisha nodded quickly, still looking stunned that the deal was actually happening. "I'll… I'll wait here."
He stepped outside, the afternoon sun warm on his face, and got into his black 1968 Dodge Charger. As he drove toward the Toon Bank, he reflected on how he had prepared for this moment.
A few days ago, he had realized he would need official identification to operate fully in this world. As a Traveler who had stayed longer than the usual temporary visitors, he didn't have any documents. He had asked Holli about it, and she told him to go to the City Office. Because he was a rare permanent arrival, they would fast-track his papers.
Yesterday morning, before heading to the farm, he had gone to the City Office. The process was surprisingly quick, in just half an hour he had received his official identification card as a permanent resident of Toontownsville. The only condition was that the Nexus Collective wanted him to visit their headquarters in two days for a formal discussion about his presence and status in this world.
With those documents in hand, he had gone straight to the Toon Bank. The loan officer had been very accommodating once they saw his Noid status and the successful Krusty Krab as collateral. Kevin explained his plans for the farm, renovation, new equipment, hiring workers, expanding operations, and raising farm animals. He requested a loan of $450,000.
After reviewing the restaurant's strong revenue (approximately $285,000 in the month, with $112,000 net profit after expenses), the bank approved the full amount without much hassle. The terms were clear: strict repayment schedule, with severe penalties if he defaulted. But Kevin was confident, the restaurant was already profitable, and he had a solid plan.
Now, with the loan secured, he felt no nervousness about closing the deal.
He returned to the farm just as Lionel Hutz arrived in his flashy car.
Lionel stepped out with his usual energetic grin. "Mr. Harlan!"
Kevin smiled apologetically. "Sorry for calling you out of the blue like this."
Lionel waved it off with a laugh. "It's perfectly fine! The more deals, the better my commission. Shall we get inside?"
They entered the farmhouse. Lionel laid out the prepared contract on the table for both parties to review. The terms were straightforward: 280,000 dollars for the full property, including land, buildings, and equipment. Kevin and Melisha read through it carefully.
After a few minor clarifications, both signed on the dotted lines.
Kevin then transferred the money directly to Melisha's bank account using his phone. She checked her device, and her face lit up with genuine happiness and relief as she saw the funds appear.
"Thank you," she said quietly, the weight of months of stress visibly lifting from her shoulders. "You have no idea what this means."
Kevin nodded. "I'm glad we could make it work."
With the deal finalized, Kevin shook hands with both Melisha and Lionel Hutz.
"I'll handle the rest of the registration and title transfer," Lionel said cheerfully. "You should have full ownership within a few days."
Kevin thanked them both and stepped outside, the afternoon sun warm on his face.
He now officially owned Tweedy Farm, a large, rundown property with barns, fields, and plenty of space for his jellyfish, future chickens, and whatever else he might need.
He got back into his Charger, the engine roaring to life, and drove away from the farm with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation.
The next phase of his empire was about to begin.