Pool Party (2)

Chapter 45

"Oh, who's that hottie?" Carol asked as she saw a guy appear out of nowhere. From his muscular but lithe body, it didn't seem like he was just a normal guy. An athlete was a must.

Sara turned to look at the small commotion and instantly turned back, heat creeping up her body. She hurriedly drank the cold juice to dim down the heat rising in her body, a detail that Mira didn't fail to notice. She looked at the strained expression of Scott, the guy who was bothering Sasha, and suspected it was more than just a normal grab. Still, her focus was more on her twin sister as she said, "He's our cousin."

The strain on the word cousin wasn't for Carol but Sara, who Mira could tell was not thinking straight.

"Oh~" Carol, not picking up the strange atmosphere at all, cooed as she saw the amazing figure of Tyler and asked, "Is he single?"

"Why don't you ask him? Right after he's done breaking your stepbrother's hand." Mira asked, also pointing at the fact that Scott was now red and purple from the pain, but Tyler was still all smiles, gripping Scott's wrist still as tight.

"He's a jerk. He probably deserves it," Carol replied, not having a least bit of sympathy for her stepbrother. Her dad had remarried after her mom died, and the woman he married to had a jerk of a son from her previous marriage.

Ross and Carol never got along with him, and the only reason Carol moved away to a boarding school was that she couldn't tolerate Scott's lechery anymore. Ross could take care of himself, and despite his bashful personality, he was good at handling Scott when needed.

But Carol didn't want to get into trouble with her stepmother, who always sided with Scott, so she moved away for as long as she could. As for Scott, well, he found a new target.

Sasha.

But, everyone could see he was probably regretting that decision right now because everyone could see that Scott's hand had turned purple due to restricted blood flow, and his expression wasn't looking so good.

Before Selena could intervene, Tyler released Scott's wrist, who clutched it tightly as if it was almost cut off and gasped for air like he had been deprived of it for centuries. Tyler bent down, a concerned expression on his face as if he didn't mean to do what he did.

He checked Scott's wrist before he said something that no one else could hear, but from how Scott's face turned from blue to pale in a second, anyone could tell it must have been a threat.

"Oh," Elise nervously said, "It seems like the kids got into a little trouble. Well, at that age, that's normal, don't you think, Selena?"

Selena, who was about to storm to her son's side and teach the impudent brat who had harmed her son a lesson, saw that everyone was looking at her. Knowing his nature, it was clearly Scott's fault, and everyone present was aware of that. If she were to defend him, the audience would turn her into a villain. For now, that was the last thing she wanted.

She smiled as she said, "Pr-Probably."

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Needless to say, I had made things quite awkward for the first meeting. As we all sat down at the table to eat, everyone kept staring at me with mixed expressions. The guy whose hand I had almost torn off was looking away from me, still pale as ever.

His mother was looking at me like she couldn't wait to swallow me whole and not in a good way.

The girl with Sara and Mira, whose name I came to know as Carol, was obviously checking me out. Ross was focused on Mira, as always. Mira was focused on Sara, who was awkwardly sitting at the table.

Now, the most striking detail that I hadn't mentioned earlier. Since I kind of saved Sasha, she was letting out the pink hue in great quantity, clearly very much turned on right now. But that wasn't the end of it.

Aunt Elise was also letting it out in great quantity, clouding my vision. Where Sasha's was equivalent to a gallon, hers was equivalent to a tanker, or maybe more.

And that still wasn't the end of it.

Sara, who was also avoiding my gaze, was letting the pink hue out in great quantity as well. Almost double the amount of Sasha's. Lesser than Aunt Elise, but still much more.

Now, the question that had been bothering me since earlier. Why did she start leaking it just today? Why not before?

Was she feeling sexually frustrated? Did it work only in different conditions? What was the connection between their lust and the pink hue? Why could I only see theirs? Were others not in heat? I mean, the girl Carol was clearly sending me strong signals, so what was the difference?

If only this thing had an AI that could answer all my questions, but the system didn't come with such a function. It'd tell me what I needed to know but nothing more than that. Like the details or description with an item but no option to ask questions.

Anyway, it was what it was. It wasn't like I could force it to answer my questions. There were still many functions I might not be aware of, and I'd rather not mess around and create an irreversible problem.

"I…" I heard Carol address me, so I turned my attention to her. I was a little tense because the little minx sitting next to me was rubbing my thigh underneath the table, and it was already very hard for me to bear, given the current lustful atmosphere and the swimsuit-covered sexy bodies.

Once she had captured my attention, she said, "I wanted to apologize for my brother's rude behavior."

"Ah…" I waved my hand with a smile and replied, "Nothing to sweat over. If it was anything major, then I wouldn't have stopped at a sprain."

Safe to say that the atmosphere turned awkward once again. Carol was at a loss for words. Her attempts at breaking the ice and approaching me were crushed with one reply of mine. To be honest, although she looked amazing, I had a lot on my plate already to lust over her.

Not to mention my dick was now free under the table and Sasha was blatantly rubbing it. I should have emptied the tanks, but given the lustful atmosphere, the restoration skill would have activated on its own anyway.

Sasha gave me a mischievous glance as she just smiled at everyone else.

"So, uh, Tyler," Tom's friend Tristan looked at me and asked, "What does your family do for a living?"

"Many things," among running a drug cartel, "We mainly deal into the import export. I had intentions to dip into real estate, but LA is not a prime location for that. Other than that, we have a mall and a few department stores around the city. Recently, we have also built a hospital and amusement park."

"That's…" Tristan was at a loss of words, obviously impressed, "...a lot." He finished with a chuckle.

He wasn't the only one impressed at the table. Everyone else was impressed as well. Well, I had only recounted the businesses, and only the ones that could be found out easily, of the Haller family. I hadn't named any yet under my mother's name.

"Must be hard to handle all of it," Tristan commented.

"Not at all. I excel in such matters." I replied, making everyone at the table stop. Well, everyone except for my Aunt's family. Even Tom was impressed a little. Carol couldn't help but ask, "So you mean to say you handle all of that by yourself? What about your other family members?"

"My grandmother handles some. Dad's out of the picture, and my mom doesn't like such complicated stuff, so I'm left to deal with things on my own." I replied. The information I was giving wasn't just to brag. It was information that could be easily found out if powerful men like Tom, and perhaps Tristan as well, were to dig into my life.

"Any plans about expanding to another city?" Tristan asked. Well, with that question, I knew with assurance that he and Tom were more than just friends. It seemed like I was just wasting my time telling them everything about me. They already knew. Well, at least those who needed to know knew.

I smiled and looked at him, the sensation from the hidden blowjob no longer hindering my senses because I was more focused on someone trying to take me… easy.

"I like Pittsburgh now that I've been here. Perhaps I will dig into it." I replied with a smile. I guess they weren't satisfied with only their drug dens exposed. Well, if they wanted more, I welcomed it all the more.

If only Sasha would stop, the setting wouldn't be so contradicting. Damn, her tiny hand feels great.