Chapter 159: Buying a Plane

Wow, this guy is crazy. He poured alcohol all over me, and now I'm sticky all over. It would be nice to take a shower right now, but there's no other way. Let's just shower first.

Compared to Jiang Hai's panic, Maggie was much more proactive. After entering the bathroom, she turned on the faucet in front of her, adjusted the water to a comfortable temperature, and began washing her face. Her face was covered in alcohol and makeup, so it was better to just wash it off directly.

Jiang Hai stood behind her, noticing the tight skirt, the curve of her body as she bent down, and the faint outline of her figure. It made him feel a little thirsty, but there was no alcohol here, and the water wasn't drinkable, so he could only endure.

He forced himself to look away and began examining the bathroom. It wasn't large, which made sense since it was just a bathroom in a box. The space was divided into two parts—one for the toilet and the other for the sink. Though there weren't many things in the bathroom, it wasn't cramped and felt surprisingly spacious.

While Jiang Hai was distracted, Maggie finished removing her makeup and suddenly stood in front of him. Unlike before, when she had been startled by her accidental exposure, this time, she confidently removed her outer skirt. As she did, she looked at Jiang Hai and said, "Can you get me some clothes?"

"Oh, okay…" Jiang Hai stammered, his eyes inadvertently drawn to her. Although Maggie wasn't very tall, only about 1.5 meters, her bust was still impressive, and her curves were so striking that they left him momentarily stunned.

Maggie didn't seem to mind his gaze. She took off her outer skirt, leaving only a pair of purple-red lace translucent panties. Jiang Hai could even see the carefully trimmed hair in the translucent fabric.

His throat tightened, and he swallowed hard.

But Maggie didn't seem to notice his reaction. While she washed herself, she casually remarked, "I hate getting alcohol all over my body. It smells bad and feels uncomfortable. By the way, can I go to the toilet?"

Noticing how casually she was handling the situation, Jiang Hai didn't know how to respond, so he simply nodded. Maggie took some tissue, wiped her body, then walked past him and sat on the toilet, completely ignoring his presence. She removed the last layer of clothing with no hesitation. Not long after, the sound of water splashing followed by a look of relief appeared on her face.

"Huh, this is the downside of drinking beer. It makes you go to the toilet so easily. Don't you need to go? I saw you drink a lot of bottles," Maggie asked after finishing.

"I… want to read a book… ahem, I don't need to go," Jiang Hai replied awkwardly.

Maggie looked at him with disbelief. "No? I don't believe it!" she said, reaching out and pressing on his lower body. Jiang Hai tried to dodge but was startled and didn't have time to move. She still pressed against him through his pants, and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Wow, it's so... big. Well, I heard that men don't need to go to the toilet when they're like this. How about I help you?" Maggie smiled teasingly.

"No, don't bother," Jiang Hai stammered, completely unsure how to respond.

Maggie didn't give him a chance to refuse. She yanked him closer, forcing him in front of her. With a mischievous smile, she said, "Hee, don't worry. I'll tell you something later. If you're so nervous now, how are you going to manage tonight?"

Jiang Hai, embarrassed and wanting to retreat, hesitated but stayed in place. Before he could decide, Maggie had already unbuttoned his pants and released him from his boxer briefs. His size, though average for most men in China—around 16 cm long and two and a half fingers wide—had grown considerably, reaching 23 cm in length and three fingers in width, thanks to the Dragon Ball. Though the width hadn't changed much, the length now stood out.

Maggie was taken aback, her eyes widening in surprise. Her hands instinctively moved to touch him, and she licked her lips.

"Wow, this is a bit much," she murmured, and her hands gently caressed him, sending a shiver through Jiang Hai's spine.

Jiang Hai's body tensed, his nerves on edge, but he couldn't stop the sensation. "I've never done this before," he said, feeling his body grow tense.

But Maggie continued without pausing. "It's fine. Just do whatever feels good. I don't mind."

Jiang Hai didn't argue, focusing instead on the sensation. It had been years since he had been this intimate with someone, so he held on for as long as he could, but after five minutes, he couldn't take it anymore.

Though it had ended quickly, Jiang Hai remained firm, which gave Maggie the idea for further exploration. But the discussion would have to wait.

After putting their clothes back on, they left the bathroom.

Upon returning to the room, they discovered Moses Adams had already left. Jiang Hai had received a message from him earlier, informing him he had gone back to the hotel.

They exchanged knowing glances, and Jiang Hai left with Maggie. They took a taxi to the hotel and finally had the chance to take a proper shower. The clothes they had changed out of were sent for dry cleaning by the hotel staff. As for what happened next, it was more thrilling than anything that had occurred in the bathroom.

The next morning, Jiang Hai woke up feeling more rested than he had in years.

It wasn't because he was particularly in love with the woman in his arms—or because there were many women like her—but because it was the first time in a while he felt truly held. After being a dog for so long, it was a welcome change to hold someone, even if the situation didn't seem to have any ongoing story.

Later, after a meal with Maggie, they exchanged phone numbers before she left. She didn't ask for any money or make any demands, as she wasn't a professional in this line of work. She had simply enjoyed the night. Jiang Hai paid for breakfast, they exchanged numbers, and she left.

After breakfast, Jiang Hai followed Moses Adams to the airplane dealership, a place that resembled a 4S car dealership but with planes instead of cars. Buying an airplane was much different from buying a car. The space was limited, and only a few planes were displayed, mostly helicopters, as they were in higher demand. If a customer wanted a specific plane, they needed to make an appointment in advance.

Jiang Hai had already decided on the type of plane he wanted: the AT-802F. Moses nodded approvingly, knowing the plane would be a good fit for Jiang Hai's manor.

Once at the dealership, a staff member greeted them, and since Jiang Hai had already chosen the plane, there was no need for small talk. The price of the AT-802F was $460,000, with a discount for agricultural use, but payment had to be made in advance to receive tax reductions.

Jiang Hai and Moses looked at the plane before Jiang Hai couldn't help but say, "Oh."

Planes from different countries had distinct features. Soviet planes were big and robust, European planes were often sleek but not always practical, while American designs could be unpredictable. Each country had its own unique approach to aviation design.

As for China, well, their designs were mostly influenced by whichever country's products they found most visually appealing.

(To be continued…)