Rebate King: Every Beauty I Spoil Makes Me a Billionaire

Around an hour slipped by in heavy silence.

Then Camilla stirred. She activated her hovering jade bed on the far side of the room, its surface glowing with a soft, pearlescent light. Turning toward Stan, her crimson eyes caught the lamplight and seemed to flicker with an inner glow as she spoke, her voice calm and detached.

”I’ve erected a Qi wall around myself, my aura, my presence, everything is completely sealed. They won’t see, sense, or hear me. Whatever you do with them is none of my concern.”

Stan glanced over and saw it at once: a transparent, glass-like barrier of shimmering Qi enveloping her bed like a flawless crystalline box, isolating her entirely from the rest of the room.

He frowned. ”Who are you talking about?”

Before Camilla could answer, a firm knock echoed through the chamber.

Stan rose from the bed, heart quickening with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. He crossed the room and pulled the door open.

Standing there were Maya and Sophie, both dressed to devastating effect. Their outfits were matching yet distinctively seductive: sleek, backless midnight-black dresses that clung to every curve like a second skin.

The fabric was a luxurious, silky material that shimmered faintly under the light, cut dangerously low in the front to showcase their full, rounded cleavage. Deep plunging necklines framed the soft, inviting swell of their breasts, the inner curves glistening subtly as if kissed by oil.

The dresses hugged their narrow waists before flaring over wide, fertile hips, the hem riding high on their smooth thighs to reveal long, toned legs.

Every breath they took made the fabric stretch taut across their chests, accentuating the deep valley between their breasts and the gentle bounce of their figures.

”Surprise, Stan!” they chimed in unison, bright smiles lighting their faces. Each girl slipped an arm around one of his shoulders, pressing their warm, soft bodies against him.

Maya leaned in first, her full lips parted invitingly. Stan met her with a deep, hungry kiss.

He cupped the back of her neck, tilting her head as his mouth claimed hers, slow at first, then bolder. His tongue traced the seam of her lips before sliding inside, stroking and teasing with deliberate sensuality.

Maya melted into him with a soft moan, her body molding flush against his bare chest, her heavy breasts compressing warmly against his skin. She tasted sweet and faintly of cherries, her tongue dancing eagerly with his in wet, heated strokes.

While they kissed, Sophie waited with visible impatience, her fingers tracing slow, sensual circles over Stan’s sculpted chest. Her touch drifted lower, boldly gliding down his abdomen until her palm cupped the growing bulge at his crotch, giving a gentle, teasing squeeze.

”We couldn’t wait,” she purred against his ear, voice husky with need. ”We couldn’t bear the thought of you sleeping alone tonight... so we decided to come together.”

Stan’s free hand roamed, sliding down Maya’s side to caress the lush curve of her hip and ass, then reaching for Sophie to do the same. He squeezed and kneaded the supple, plump flesh of both girls’ rear cheeks, feeling them yield softly under his fingers before bouncing back with delicious firmness.

When he and Maya finally parted, her lips were swollen and glossy, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath, eyes glazed with desire.

Sophie didn’t hesitate. She captured Stan’s lower lip between hers in a playful nip, then pulled him into a kiss that was entirely different, hotter, more urgent, and teasingly aggressive. Where Maya had been melting and receptive, Sophie was playful and demanding.

She sucked on his lower lip, then flicked her tongue against his in quick, wicked strokes before deepening the kiss with a throaty hum. Her mouth was hotter, her movements bolder, as if she wanted to devour him.

Stan responded in kind, his hand tangling in her hair while his other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight so her breasts crushed against him.

As the kiss intensified, Stan’s hands grew bolder. He slid them up to cup both women’s breasts, feeling their heavy, yielding weight fill his palms.

Maya’s were softer and pillowy, the nipples stiffening instantly against his touch as he gently squeezed and rolled them. Sophie’s were firmer, perfectly rounded, and he kneaded them with more pressure, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks until both girls shivered and moaned into his mouth. The sensation was intoxicating, the warm, silky skin, the rapid beating of their hearts beneath his fingers, the way their bodies arched into his touch, begging for more.

Maya pressed close behind him while he kissed Sophie, her hands gliding lovingly over his broad back. In a soft, breathless whisper, she added, ”We brought food... and we’d love to feed you after this,” nodding toward the small bag dangling from her free hand.

The kiss with Sophie stretched on, wet, passionate, and unhurried, until both girls were flushed and trembling. Finally, they broke apart. Sophie pulled back gasping, lips parted and glistening, chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Stan, steady and composed, offered them both a charming wink and a roguish smile.

”How can I refuse food from my two lovely girls?” he murmured. ”Come on in.”

He slid his hands down to their waists, then lower, palms resting possessively on the generous, fat curves of their asses.

As they walked inside together, he felt the delicious ripple and jiggle of their supple cheeks with every step, the soft flesh shifting enticingly under his touch. A quiet thought flickered in the back of his mind: ’Now let’s hope they really can’t see Camilla. I’ve done nothing with her yet, but it would be bad if they spotted her in here with me... and that hovering bed would definitely raise questions.’

He guided them deeper into the room with a satisfied smile, already imagining the long, indulgent night ahead.

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A/N:

This is going to be fun... What do you guys think of the story so far?