A Bumpy Road to Power

Still that same pitch-black building.

Still the ninth floor.

After a pair of double doors was pushed open—

A figure slowly walked inside.

A wave of steam rolled over him.

What appeared before his eyes was a very luxurious-looking bath.

In the pool,

five scantily clad women were fooling around.

Their laughter filled the whole room.

When they saw who had come in, the five women froze, and the noise of their giggles cut off instantly.

One of the women plucked up her courage and asked, "Who are you? How did you get in here?"

The newcomer swept his gaze around.

His eyes fell on the five women.

He smiled slightly.

Both hands loosened his belt.

His trousers dropped to the floor.

In the blink of an eye, the young man who'd walked in had stripped himself bare.

He walked slowly toward the pool.

The five women seemed a little flustered and at a loss.

They huddled together, whispering.

They could only watch as the man stepped into the pool, sank his body into the hot water, let out a relaxed sigh, and muttered, "The old bastard really knows how to enjoy himself."

The five women wanted to climb out of the pool.

Only then did they realize that the doorway the man had just entered through was now packed with burly men; there was no way out.

"You, come here!"

The man suddenly pointed at one of the women.

He spoke in a commanding tone.

The woman he pointed at had eyes full of fear.

She walked out slowly, swallowed hard, and asked, "Y-you… who are you?"

"My name's Garrison Summers. You've heard the name, haven't you?"

As soon as he said this—

The five women all went pale with fright.

Of course they knew the name Garrison Summers; in Helios County, who didn't?

"I told you to come here. Didn't you hear me?"

Garrison Summers, soaking in the water, repeated himself.

This time the woman didn't dare hesitate; she slowly walked up to Garrison Summers.

The woman looked to be in her twenties, wearing something like a T-shirt on top, but it was soaked and clinging to her body, turning half-transparent.

The wet fabric stuck tightly to her skin.

It perfectly wrapped the shape of her two big white rabbits.

You could tell with the naked eye she wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

The two full mounds looked very firm, with no sign of sagging at all.

Below, she had on a tiny triangle of fabric for panties.

The cloth at the crotch was not too much and not too little, just enough to cover the little stream.

Her long legs, bathed in water, were beaded with droplets, looking utterly mouth-watering.

"The old bastard really does know how to enjoy himself."

Garrison Summers muttered under his breath.

He said to the woman in front of him, "Take off your clothes. Let me see your body."

"M-Mr. Summers… I… I'm your father's woman."

The woman swallowed, speaking with a timid fear.

"Take off your clothes."

Garrison Summers repeated, utterly unmoved.

The woman shuddered.

She turned back helplessly for a look.

The other four women behind her were the same; they were just as powerless.

There was no way out.

She could only undress.

The woman reached up and peeled off the wet T-shirt clinging to her upper body.

Her perfect, proud figure was revealed in full.

The sight of it made something in him stir as he slowly got to his feet.

He walked up to the woman.

The woman tried to cover her bare breasts with her hands, but Garrison Summers shot her a glare, and she reluctantly put them down again.

Garrison Summers raised his hand.

He began to fondle one of the peaks.

The soft, springy feel made him savor it.

After kneading for a while,

he gave a slight smile, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and moved to push her head down toward his crotch.

Her expression showed resistance.

But she knew she couldn't refuse.

Once she squatted down—

she could only open her mouth and take the man's sinful root into it.

The sudden warm, tight wrap around him made Garrison Summers close his eyes in pleasure; he clicked his tongue, then suddenly barked at the other four women, "All of you, get over here!"

The remaining four women

could only slowly move closer to Garrison Summers.

Just as Garrison was about to order them to undress, a thunderous shout suddenly shattered the moment.

"Who told you you could come here?"

Garrison Summers turned around.

Brett Summers, wrapped in a bathrobe, appeared in front of him.

The woman crouched at his crotch tried to let go and stand up.

But Garrison yanked her by the hair; she couldn't break free and could only keep "servicing" him with muffled whimpers.

You had to understand.

These were all Brett Summers's women.

Seeing this scene,

flames of rage practically shot from Brett Summers's eyes.

Garrison Summers, however, looked like he couldn't care less and said, "Dad, your women really are all top-tier. I lost control for a second and played with one. You're not going to blame me for it, are you? I mean, I am your own flesh and blood, your only real son."

Those last few words

came out of Garrison's mouth with a mocking, sing-song edge.

As if he were hammering home some point.

Across from the bath, there was a chair.

Brett Summers usually used it when he was resting.

He sat down in the chair and asked in a low voice, "I'm asking you—who told you to come here?"

Garrison Summers gave the woman a shove.

The five of them hurried out of the pool and vanished into the bath area.

At this moment,

in the empty bathroom,

only the father and son were left.

Garrison Summers shrugged and said, "No one told me to come. I came because I felt like it. I haven't seen my dear father in so long, I guess I was missing you a little."

"You've come, you've played, now you can leave."

Brett Summers picked up his tea and took a sip as he spoke.

Garrison Summers, still naked, sat right down at the edge of the pool.

A sly, wicked smile spread across his face.

He said, "Don't rush me, Dad. We still have a few guests who haven't arrived yet."

"Guests? What guests?"

Brett Summers asked, puzzled.

Right then,

a burly man at the door walked in.

He bent to whisper a few words in Garrison Summers's ear.

Garrison blinked and said, "Invite her in. What are you standing around for?"

After the burly man left,

not long after,

Penny Sullivan walked in, wearing a tight pencil skirt.

As soon as she came in, she realized this was a bath, and she couldn't help being a bit surprised.

But once she saw Brett Summers, she calmed down.

"Kitty, what are you doing here?"

Brett Summers looked at Penny Sullivan, also surprised.

Penny froze for a moment, then said, "President Summers, didn't you send someone to call me over?"

"I sent someone…"

Brett muttered to himself.

He suddenly snapped his head toward Garrison Summers and asked, "You called her?"

"Yeah, I called her. I told you, didn't I, a guest was coming."

Garrison Summers said.

"Kitty, it's fine. You can go."

Brett Summers said to Penny Sullivan.

Penny Sullivan nodded. Although she felt baffled, she still turned to leave.

When she reached the door, several burly men blocked her way.

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