Chapter 32-33

Chapter 32: HBO Talk Show

With Olivia's tender care, Bruce spent a comfortable and pleasant night.

Around nine in the morning, he sat at the dining table in the living room, enjoying a sumptuous breakfast delivered by the servant. The meal was a feast for the eyes: butter-slathered cheese toast, perfectly stewed oatmeal, golden crispy pancakes with sunny-side-up eggs. Of course, his favorite Coffee Latte was not to be missed.

Unlike those wealthy individuals constantly mindful of nutrition, calories, and health indexes, Bruce never had to worry about health and dieting. Whatever he ate could be converted into energy within his body, although it couldn't compare to the efficiency of absorbing sunlight. In fact, even without food or drink, he could live well on Earth.

But what's the point of life if one can't enjoy the pleasures of various delicacies?

"You're up early, dear," Olivia said in her sheer nightgown, descending the stairs gracefully and planting a gentle kiss on his face.

Her nightgown was nearly transparent, revealing her long legs and the T-back underwear underneath, and even the soft, rosy tips of her chest were visibly outlined for Bruce to see.

After all, it was just the two of them here, and the servants had cleverly mastered their master's lifestyle routine, knowing to keep their eyes to themselves and make themselves scarce, especially when a lady companion stayed overnight.

"The early bird catches the worm. Why miss out on making the most of the morning? And you're up quite early yourself," Bruce said with a smile, forking a piece of egg into his mouth. Olivia, who was still in the early stages of transformation, was physically improving rapidly but was still no match for him in bed. The only question was whether he chose to go easy on her.

With a coquettish glance at Bruce, Olivia picked up the remote and turned on the TV, just as a talk show was airing.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to HBO. You're watching 'Real Time with Bill Maher.' I'm your old friend, Bill Maher."

The man on the screen, dressed in a black suit and red tie, with slightly graying hair, was a comedian-turned-host who had clearly mastered the rhythm of the show. After a few ice-breaking jokes, he introduced the guest. "Before we dive into today's hot topic, let me introduce today's guest, Marion Davis."

"Hi, everyone. I'm Marion," a young man with golden curls said somewhat nervously, greeting the audience as the camera panned to him.

"Wow, quite the handsome fellow. So, Marion, why don't you tell us a bit about yourself?" Bill Maher warmly shook his hand and gestured towards the camera.

"I'm Marion Davis, 27 years old, living in Los Angeles," Marion began, pausing briefly. "I graduated from Fuller Theological Seminary."

"Wow, I believe you're a devout fellow. But it sounds like our friend Marion is just an ordinary guy. If you don't mind, could you share why you're here as our sole guest today?"

Bill Maher skillfully steered the conversation, piquing the audience's curiosity—a typical maneuver for a seasoned host, especially when dealing with someone unaccustomed to the limelight, to keep the conversation flowing and avoid any awkward silences.

"Because, for a long time, I had difficulty getting excited in my interactions with others. But since taking Pfizer's new drug Vilda two weeks ago, I finally rediscovered sensations I thought were long gone," Marion said, visibly more animated and upbeat. "So I must be here to thank Pfizer and the creator of the drug, Dr. Samson Bell."

When mentioning the pharmaceutical company, the TV station applied some technical processing, but it was hardly necessary, as there were few who didn't know the drug was from Pfizer, especially the American audience bombarded daily by the media.

"Yes, we've all heard. Vilda has been a tremendous help to people, truly astonishing. Let's take a look at the latest data," Bill Maher continued, and the screen displayed the latest sales figures and feedback for the drug. The soaring red curve and an approval rating of over 90% said it all.

"But is that all there is to it? Surely you don't think we're here just to promote a new drug. You'd be mistaken, as the pharmaceutical company hasn't paid us any advertising fees," Bill Maher said with a mock stern face, then began to smile mysteriously, hinting at more to come. He seemed to know what Marion was about to reveal. "Are you sure you want to go through with this, Marion?"

After a moment's hesitation, Marion nodded affirmatively, and Bill showed a satisfied smile. He didn't bother to ask if Marion wanted to back out.

Damn it! Who cares what this kid thinks? It's all about the ratings!

"Let's get started." Fortunately, no melodrama ensued. Although Marion seemed a bit nervous, he didn't change his mind and continued.

"So, as we all know, there's another major contributor to the success of Vilda that you seem to have overlooked?" Bill Maher gently coughed to grab the audience's attention and asked.

"Oh, not at all. Actually, I wanted to save Bruce Lee for last as my special thanks," Marion quickly shook his head, appearing eager to clarify. "In fact, I'm most grateful to Bruce Lee. He gave me the courage to face myself and life."

"That's high praise indeed," Bill Maher applauded and gave a thumbs up to the camera. "Thanks to Bruce Lee for helping so many."

Watching from in front of the TV, Olivia sipped her milk and tapped the fork on the plate, pointing at the overly expressive host: "Another show praising the drug's effects. Looks like Pfizer didn't hold back on their PR."

"It's not that simple," Bruce shook his head. If the earlier part might have been Pfizer's PR at work, the shift to praising and thanking him was entirely unnecessary. Moreover, Bill Maher had that look of having a big surprise up his sleeve, desperately laying the groundwork. Was this show targeting him?

His suspicion was reasonable. American media had no scruples, never caring about the impact on the focus of attention or public figures. Everything was driven by ratings and spotlight. Merely promoting the drug and praising him, although trendy topics, wouldn't make these guys work so hard. There had to be more to it.

Chapter 33: Gay?

"I don't know... I've always lacked the courage to face myself, feeling lost, confused, and lacking confidence. But thanks to Bruce Lee, he gave me the courage. What I want to say is..." Marion Davis took a deep breath. Despite the difficulty, he maintained a resolute expression and finally spoke out.

"I love you, Bruce Lee!"

"OMG! Oh My Goodness!" host Bill Maher stood up, his eyes almost popping out, using three exclamation points to express his emotions. "Yes! Yes! You heard it right, our brave Marion Davis just confessed his love for Bruce Lee on Real Time with Bill Maher! I must say, well done, young man!"

The U.S. is very tolerant towards homosexuality, with places including Washington D.C. and nine other states having legislated to protect same-sex marriages, including California, where Los Angeles is located. Therefore, on the show, the host can maintain a tolerant, supportive, and even encouraging attitude towards such same-sex love expressions.

However, both Olivia and Bruce sitting in front of the TV were somewhat startled and found it a bit absurd. What in the world was happening? Bruce underestimated the integrity of these TV shows.

"Well done, Marion. That's the right thing to do, to bravely face your own heart," Bill Maher on the program paused, probably receiving information from the director about skyrocketing ratings, and continued with renewed vigor, eager to keep the momentum going. "But we all know you graduated from a theological seminary. It must have taken a lot of effort and courage to take this step, right?"

Even in America, where society doesn't discriminate against homosexuality, it remains a taboo among clergy and is not recognized by the mainstream church.

"Yes, to avoid discrimination at the seminary, I never dared to reveal my true self, and I even fell into depression for a long time," Marion said, tears welling up in his eyes, his voice filled with emotion. "But Bruce Lee's appearance saved me. After taking Vilda, I finally felt that long-lost impulse, and his handsomeness and poise made me fall head over heels!"

Encouraged by Bill, Marion's words flowed more smoothly: "More importantly, I finally dared to face my own heart, and in this process, I felt the Lord's response again. I finally understand, the Lord is about love and glory, and the key is not to doubt, whether it's your faith or yourself."

"We are all sinners, but God loves us unconditionally," he murmured devoutly, making the sign of the cross on his chest.

"I think we can all feel Marion's sincerity and devotion," host Bill said, his expression a bit stiff, clearly not expecting such a sacred turn, but he struggled to steer the conversation back. "Now the only question is about Bruce Lee. As everyone knows, he's been closely linked with Wonder Woman Gal Gadot, but he's never officially acknowledged the relationship. Could this be a hint?"

While the host didn't dare say that Bruce and Gal's relationship was just a front, his insinuations were hard not to notice.

"I don't mind, I can even accept bisexuality," Marion, an honest young man, didn't realize the host's cunning and openly continued the topic, making Bill almost burst with glee.

Finally, he solemnly prayed in front of the camera: "But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his immense patience as an example for those who would believe in him and receive eternal life…"

"Should we teach this host and the show's crew a lesson?" Olivia asked, her eyes darkening, gently setting down her cutlery, her voice more severe than her delicate appearance.

Bruce didn't commit to a response, lost in thought, considering another issue: he kept recalling Marion's devout prayer, that sincerity and resilience were touching. It seemed the power of religion was still immense in this world, with countless fervent believers. Maybe it was time to make a move in this direction?

"Dear?" Olivia asked, puzzled by his lack of response to her question.

"No need, it's just a publicity stunt, and it could increase my visibility. They still know their limits," Bruce said, laughing off the irresponsibility of the show's insinuations, which did no real harm. Then he remembered something. "This show is supposed to air in the evening, right? So what we're watching is probably a rerun?"

He pulled out a few pages from the thick stack of newspapers on the table, and indeed, saw many reports on different pages. However, since he had become famous not long ago, there wasn't much to exploit, so these newspapers could only rehash his and Gal's old stories.

But the Los Angeles Times devoted an entire page to discussing this issue. The image of Bruce and Gal Gadot walking the red carpet took up a large portion, topped with a big question mark, and the headline read: "The most talked-about coming-out rumor? Bruce Lee?"

As the third-largest newspaper in the U.S., just behind The New York Times and The Washington Post, the Los Angeles Times using such a large space to discuss Bruce's sexual orientation showed that this news was absolutely sensational.

Olivia, standing by his side, also saw the newspaper content, then sat on his lap, her face showing a seductive and meaningful smile: "Dear, don't you think you should explain to these media?"

Bruce casually put the newspaper down, picked up a spoon and threw it under the table: "Since they've ignited my fire, let them pick up the spoon. You know my orientation better than anyone, don't you?"

Olivia blinked playfully, lifted the thick tablecloth, and squatted obediently under the table.

She undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants before working them down his legs.

She licked the entire length of his big cock and kissed all over it, she had one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking it in sync with her red lips, while her left hand cupped his balls.

Olivia wrapped her mouth around the cock tip, her tongue swirling around the cock head. She began to put Bruce's cock into her mouth more and more until it began to hit the back of her throat like a siege hammer. 

She knelt between his legs and she took a deep breath, opened her mouth wide, pushed her tongue forward.

Olivia dutifully sucked his cock, until Bruce was building an orgasm.