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Roy and Anya made the most of every minute, going all out until 11 p.m.
Anya was incredibly passionate, acting as if she'd never see Roy again. By the end, Roy was hesitant to move too much, worried that Anya's body couldn't handle it.
When Roy left, Anya didn't come to see him off. She still had to stay at the base for a while and chose not to face the goodbye.
Of course, it's also possible her body was so worn out she couldn't get out of bed.
The transport helicopter took over a dozen hours to bring Roy to McMurdo Station, where he reunited with Charles, Heather, and Penny.
Charles and the others were shocked to see Roy arrive on a Russian military transport helicopter.
"Roy, what's been going on these past few days?" Penny asked curiously.
"Yeah, some stuff happened," Roy replied.
He gave Charles, Penny, and Heather a brief rundown of what went down after running into the Russians a couple of days ago, keeping some details to himself.
There were things Charles was better off not knowing.
As for Penny and Heather, he could share more when they had some private time later that night.
"You got caught by the Russians? Roy, you're pretty lucky," Charles said with a laugh, though he was still a bit worried about him.
Roy, however, thought the Russians were the lucky ones. If they hadn't run into him, who knows what kind of trouble they might've stirred up.
The mind flayer's abilities were a death sentence for ordinary people. If it figured out that the red fungus was vulnerable to cold and controlled a few people, it could've escaped the cave. That would've been a massive problem.
Mind flayers weren't the most destructive demons, but they were definitely the trickiest. They could easily control humans.
If a mind flayer took over a world leader, the apocalypse might come sooner than expected.
At that moment, Heather spoke up. "Roy, the FEA folks have already arrived. They're waiting for you at McMurdo Station."
"Oh? They got here that fast?" Roy was surprised by the FEA's efficiency this time. It had only been about four days since he called Gerald to notify him.
Normally, the FEA's process involved at least three days of meetings before making a decision and dispatching personnel.
Typically, agents wouldn't reach Antarctica until a week later.
Gerald had once mentioned that he endured a week-long meeting at FEA headquarters, describing it as pure torture.
Roy quickly connected with the FEA representative in Antarctica.
"Mr. Black, pleasure to meet you. You can call me Edgar."
This Edgar was the senior agent who had worked under Elise during the Silent Hill and Ravensfall incidents (Chapter 257).
Having dealt with multiple supernatural events and worked closely with Elise on major cases, he was sent to oversee the situation in Antarctica.
Edgar was humble and had seen Roy and Elise's capabilities firsthand, so he didn't make the same mistakes as some of the other dispatched senior agents.
Roy appreciated Edgar's attitude. He kept things professional without acting superior.
"Hi, haven't we met before?" Roy asked.
"Yes, I was at the Ravensfall incident, but I was mostly handling logistics for Ms. Elise, so you might not remember me clearly," Edgar replied.
Roy nodded, recalling the middle-aged man.
"Let's find a place to talk," Roy suggested.
He had only given a rough outline of the situation over the satellite phone, holding back the coordinates because he wanted to negotiate in person.
After all, this was an alien spaceship. There was no way he'd just hand it over without getting something in return.
Anya was planning to join Roy, so a top-tier lab would come in handy, right?
Building a cutting-edge lab wasn't cheap, and Roy's current wealth might not even cover it.
The most advanced equipment wasn't just a matter of money—some materials were heavily restricted and couldn't be bought easily.
That's why top labs often had to partner with government agencies. Without those connections, labs were usually limited to civilian tech research.
Luckily, the FEA had recently received a hefty budget increase and was funding a ton of new research projects. Diverting a small portion of that could set Roy up nicely.
And the FEA wouldn't lose out either—they'd definitely recoup their investment from that alien spaceship.
Edgar was the FEA's point man for negotiating with Roy, and he had significant authority.
Roy found a quiet room at McMurdo Station and showed Edgar the footage he'd recorded. The middle-aged man's breathing quickened noticeably.
Sure, alien spaceships were a sci-fi staple in America, but real ones? Almost no one had seen them, let alone their vehicles.
Roy laid out his terms, and Edgar found them reasonable. He contacted FEA headquarters, and after getting the green light, they sealed the deal.
The FEA handed over a state-of-the-art biotech lab in the Bay Area, complete with equipment worth billions, all now belonging to Roy.
Roy was thrilled with the terms and shared the approximate location of the spaceship with Edgar.
"Mr. Black, could you take us there?" Edgar asked, hoping to save time by having Roy lead the way.
Given the FEA's generous offer, Roy agreed to guide them, treating it like a little trip.
This time, he could bring Heather and Penny along. Charles, uninterested in another spaceship adventure, stayed behind at McMurdo Station to wait for their return.
The last trip had been delayed a day by a blizzard and the shapeshifter incident, but this time, they reached the alien spaceship in just half a day.
"It's really a spaceship!" Edgar was utterly floored the first time he saw it.
He quickly snapped out of it, though, ordering his team to set up a temporary outpost and deploy signal transmitters. Several satellites were likely already tracking the location. He thanked Roy.
"Mr. Black, thank you for your contribution to the nation!"
"It's just a trade. We both got what we wanted," Roy replied.
He didn't think discovering a spaceship would lead to a massive leap in American tech. The world was too complex—America might get a spaceship, but who's to say China wouldn't counter with something like a flying sword?
After guiding them, Edgar arranged for Roy, Heather, and Penny to return to McMurdo Station. From there, they took Charles's ship back to the U.S. mainland.
The roughly two-week expedition came to an end.
Back in the States, Roy immediately headed to the Bay Area to take over the Silicon Valley lab. He hired professionals to inspect the equipment—not because he doubted the FEA, but because he was wary of academic fraud, a common issue in research circles worldwide, especially in America.
Many "Smith" agents collaborated with academic con artists to secure funding, which explained some of the more absurd research projects.
Administrative staff were often easily fooled by technical jargon.
Fortunately, the lab was spotless. All the equipment was in perfect condition, and the FEA had removed all researchers and their work, leaving a pristine, top-tier facility.
Roy had Heather and Penny, who were free at the moment, stay in Silicon Valley to oversee the lab. Once Anya finished her work in Antarctica, she'd join him in the States.
If Anya could synthesize the leech serum, Roy and his crew would be set for life.
As for Roy, he returned to UCLA. He'd taken a two-week leave and needed to stay put for a while to avoid falling short on credits. He didn't want to be like some people who had to donate to the school to pass finals—that'd make him the laughingstock of the frat.
Time slipped by, and soon it was late October. Roy enjoyed a stretch of calm days. Los Angeles was unusually peaceful, which even made Gerald feel uneasy.
Gerald, likely due to years of high-stress work, had developed a bit of paranoia. He felt that too much calm meant something big was brewing.
Roy teased him about it.
Oh, and some good news—Nidhi's beta version of RedBook had launched and was a hit at colleges across the U.S.
Much of the success came down to Roy and Jennifer's good looks. Both were the kind of stunners who could star in Hollywood movies, naturally earning tons of praise from college students.
In just half a month, RedBook had over a million registered users, with 200,000 to 300,000 daily active users.
That was a massive number for 2000, when the internet wasn't yet widespread. Only the middle class and college students typically had access.
These users had decent spending power, so venture capitalists, riding the wave of the Nasdaq recovery, were already circling, looking to invest.
Roy and Nidhi knew the site was destined to blow up. Selling shares now would be a huge loss, and Roy had enough cash to keep things running for a while.
Still, he didn't have Nidhi outright reject the VCs. Instead, they kept them on the hook.
Jennifer and Ashley had joined Nidhi's studio, and with Roy, the four of them held shares. They planned to allocate some to Amy, Kayla, and Dalia later.
The VCs were perfect for Jennifer and Ashley to practice their negotiation skills.
Some VCs, sensing Nidhi's stalling, tried flexing their muscle to pressure RedBook.
After all, most VCs were backed by Wall Street investment banks—big players who didn't just want a piece of the pie; they wanted the whole thing.
Ordinary entrepreneurs had to play by Wall Street's rules to even get scraps.
That world, like Hollywood, was incredibly exclusive. You had to be in the circle to get resources.
Luckily, Roy's connections were solid. Thanks to the spaceship deal, the FEA was grateful, even after handing over a lab worth billions.
The FEA could build plenty of labs, but a complete alien spaceship? That was one-of-a-kind.
Anyone who dared mess with RedBook got a warning from the FEA: try anything, and you'd be sewing clothes in prison for life.
With that, no one dared touch RedBook. VC employees were just workers—they weren't about to risk prison for their shareholders' profits.
In the end, the VCs had to play nice, sitting at the negotiation table and serving as practice for Jennifer and Ashley. They didn't even dare fund a rival social network to compete with RedBook.
By the last weekend of October, Roy and his crew gathered for a dinner at his Beverly Hills villa.
This time, the group was big—nearly every woman in Los Angeles showed up.
Jennifer, Nidhi, Ashley, Mary, Amy, Kayla, Claire, Dalia with her daughter, Lilith, and Dorothy—a total of ten.
Only Dimitrescu's family of four, Elizabeth, and Elarissa didn't come.
The Dimitrescus were vampires, and Alcina's unusual physique made going out tricky.
Elizabeth, meanwhile, was just lazy and didn't want to mingle—it didn't suit her "demon lord" vibe.
So far, Elizabeth had only teamed up with Elarissa and Elise for gaming sessions. No one else got that privilege.
Looking at this lineup, Roy knew tonight would be a tough battle—possibly the biggest challenge of his career.
He'd need to eat plenty to keep his energy and stamina up.
"Roy, the sorority's throwing a costume party the night before Halloween. Will you be my date?" Jennifer asked.
"Halloween party? Halloween's coming up already?" Roy's expression turned wistful. He remembered last year, the night before Halloween, when he and Jennifer had their first time.
Halloween's arrival meant Roy had been in this world for a full year.
"Time flies," Roy said with a sigh.
It had been a wild year, and looking back, it felt almost like a dream.
Jennifer called his name a few times to snap him out of it.
"Roy, you in or not?"
Seeing the hope in Jennifer's eyes, Roy agreed without hesitation.
Even if the Serpent Society was likely planning something big for the night before Halloween.
Holidays like this were prime time for the frat and sorority to stir things up.
"Of course I'm in! But can the sorority only bring me? What about the others?"
Nidhi, Ashley, and Mary were at UCLA too. They couldn't be left out, right?
"No worries, I can bring them all," Jennifer said. "But we need to plan our costumes carefully!"
Here we go!
The dinner plates had long been cleared, the last traces of chocolate mousse licked clean from spoons and fingers. The fairy lights in the palm trees still twinkled, but the real heat had begun to shift indoors. Roy stood at the head of the long table, wineglass in hand, watching the ten women around him with a slow, predatory smile that made every single one of them shift in their seats. Lilith, Dalia's daughter, had already been tucked into the guest suite upstairs with a tablet full of cartoons and a promise of pancakes in the morning; the nanny cam on Dalia's phone showed her fast asleep, tiny chest rising and falling under a pink blanket. The adults were free. Completely free.
Jennifer rose first, crimson slip dress clinging to her hips like liquid silk. She circled the table, heels clicking softly on the marble, and stopped behind Roy. Her hands slid over his shoulders, nails dragging lightly down his chest through the thin fabric of his black button-up. "You've been staring at us all night like we're dessert," she whispered, lips brushing his ear. "Time to collect."
The others didn't need a second invitation.
Nidhi stood next, black jumpsuit unzipped just enough to reveal the deep valley between her full breasts. She stepped in close, pressing herself against Roy's side, her thigh sliding between his legs so he could feel the heat radiating through her thin pants. "I've been wet since the costume talk," she confessed, voice low and husky. "Thinking about you fucking all of us while we're dressed like your personal harem."
Ashley was already peeling off her emerald top, letting it drop to the floor. Her heavy breasts bounced free, nipples dark and tight in the warm air. "No more talking," she said, dropping to her knees right there on the dining pavilion rug. Her fingers worked Roy's belt open with practiced speed, yanking his slacks and boxers down in one motion. His cock sprang out, thick and already rock-hard, the head glistening. Ashley's mouth was on him instantly—hot, wet, no teasing. She took him straight to the back of her throat with a greedy moan, saliva already dripping down her chin as she bobbed.
Mary laughed softly, stripping her ivory blouse off and stepping out of her skirt. Her body was all soft curves and golden skin, perfect handfuls of breast and ass. She pressed in behind Jennifer, kissing the blonde's neck while her hands roamed over Roy's chest, pinching his nipples. "Look at him," Mary murmured. "Already leaking for us. We're going to drain him dry tonight."
Amy and Kayla moved like twins, even though they weren't blood-related. They stripped each other slowly, kissing deeply while their hands explored—fingers tracing nipples, sliding between thighs, making each other gasp. Both were petite but stacked, perky C-cups with puffy pink nipples and shaved, glistening pussies already dripping down their inner thighs. They dropped to their knees on either side of Ashley, taking turns licking the sides of Roy's shaft while Ashley sucked the head, their tongues swirling together in a messy, spit-slicked triple blowjob.
Claire, usually the quiet one, surprised everyone. She had already shed her clothes and was sitting on the edge of the table, legs spread wide, two fingers buried deep inside herself. "I want to watch him fuck you first," she told Jennifer, voice breathy. "Then I want him to fuck me while the rest of you sit on my face."
Dalia—curvy, dark-haired, with the kind of hourglass figure that made men stupid—had stripped down to nothing but a tiny black thong that was already soaked through. She climbed onto the table behind Claire, pressing her heavy breasts against Claire's back and reaching around to pinch her nipples. "My pussy's been aching for this all week," Dalia groaned. "Roy, I need you to stretch me open again. I want to feel you for days."
Dorothy, the regal silver-gowned beauty, was the last to join but the most commanding. She let the gown pool at her feet, revealing long legs, a perfectly trimmed landing strip, and breasts so full they swayed hypnotically as she walked. She cupped Roy's face and kissed him hard, tongue fucking his mouth while the others worshipped his cock. "You're ours tonight," she growled against his lips. "All ten of us. Use us. Break us. We want every hole filled."
Roy's hands were everywhere—gripping Jennifer's ass, squeezing Nidhi's tits, threading through Ashley's hair as she deep-throated him with wet, obscene gagging sounds. The air filled with the scent of perfume, wine, and pure feminine arousal. He was rock-hard, veins throbbing, balls already tight.
Jennifer pulled back just enough to strip her slip dress off in one fluid motion. She was completely naked underneath, pussy lips puffy and shining, clit already swollen. "Bedroom," she ordered. "Now. I want him inside me first."
They didn't make it upstairs.
The group spilled into the massive open living room, the enormous sectional couch big enough for all of them and then some. Jennifer pushed Roy down onto his back, straddling him reverse-cowgirl so everyone could watch. She reached back, spread her ass cheeks, and sank down onto his cock in one long, slow glide. "Fuuuuck," she moaned, head falling back. He was so thick she had to work for it, inch after inch stretching her tight walls until her ass rested against his hips. "He's so deep… I can feel him in my stomach."
The others swarmed.
Nidhi climbed onto Roy's face, grinding her soaked pussy against his mouth. He licked her ravenously, tongue fucking her entrance while his nose rubbed her clit. Ashley and Mary took turns sucking on Jennifer's bouncing tits, biting her nipples while she rode Roy hard and fast, ass rippling with every slam. Amy and Kayla positioned themselves on either side of Roy's hands, letting him finger their dripping cunts while they made out with each other. Claire lay on her back beneath Jennifer, licking where Roy's cock disappeared into Jennifer's pussy, tongue flicking over his balls and Jennifer's clit in alternating strokes.
Dalia and Dorothy knelt on the couch cushions, making out sloppily while they fingered each other, moaning into each other's mouths as they watched the scene.
Jennifer's ride grew frantic. "I'm gonna cum—Roy, don't stop—fuck me harder!" She slammed down one last time and shattered, pussy clamping down like a vice, squirting all over Roy's balls and Claire's eager tongue. The wet sounds were filthy, obscene, echoing through the villa.
Roy didn't let her rest. He flipped Jennifer onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and pounded her through the aftershocks. The slap of skin on skin was loud, her tits bouncing wildly. "Who's next?" he growled, eyes scanning the room.
Nidhi was ready. She pushed Jennifer aside gently and took her place, legs spread obscenely wide. Roy slid into her in one thrust—her pussy was tighter than Jennifer's, hotter, and already fluttering. "Yes, daddy," Nidhi whimpered. "Use my little Indian pussy. Fill me up."
He fucked her mercilessly, hips snapping, balls slapping her ass. Ashley climbed onto Nidhi's face, smothering her with wet pussy while Roy railed her. Mary and Dorothy took turns sucking Roy's balls whenever he pulled out, their tongues fighting over his sack. Amy and Kayla were in a 69 on the floor beside them, licking each other frantically while they watched.
Roy came the first time inside Nidhi—thick ropes of cum flooding her womb as she screamed her own orgasm, squirting around his cock. He pulled out and let the excess drip onto Claire's waiting tongue. Then he moved on.
The night blurred into a nonstop, sweat-drenched orgy.
He fucked Ashley doggy-style on the couch while she ate out Mary. Then he switched to Mary, pounding her from behind while Ashley sat on Mary's face. Claire got her wish—Roy fucked her missionary while the rest of the girls took turns sitting on her face, feeding her their creampied pussies. Dalia rode him reverse while Dorothy sat on his face. Amy and Kayla got double-teamed in a way—they took turns bouncing on his cock while the other licked his shaft and the other girl's clit.
At one point all nine women lined up on the massive couch on all fours, asses in the air like a buffet. Roy went down the line, fucking each pussy for ten strokes before moving to the next—Jennifer, Nidhi, Ashley, Mary, Amy, Kayla, Claire, Dalia, Dorothy—leaving them all dripping with his cum and their own juices. Their moans overlapped into a chorus of pure lust.
"Deeper—harder—breed me—fuck my slutty cunt—yes, Roy, own it—"
He lost count of how many times he came. Inside pussies, on tits, down throats, across faces. The women swapped cum between kisses, snowballing it, smearing it over their bodies like lotion. They ate each other out between rounds, keeping their pussies ready and sloppy for him.
By 3 a.m. the living room smelled like sex and sweat. Every surface was sticky. The women were a beautiful, wrecked mess—hair tangled, makeup smeared, bodies covered in hickeys and handprints and drying cum. Yet they kept going.
Dorothy, ever the dominant one, pushed Roy onto his back again and straddled his face while Jennifer and Nidhi double-stuffed themselves on his cock—one riding the shaft, the other grinding her clit against the base. The rest formed a circle around them, fingering themselves and each other, kissing, sucking tits, whispering filthy encouragement.
"You're our stud, Roy."
"Fill every hole tonight."
"We're your personal cum dumps."
He came again, this time so hard his vision whited out. The two women on his cock milked him dry, their pussies squeezing in rhythm until he was spent.
But they weren't done.
They dragged him upstairs to the master bedroom—the massive California king bed that could actually fit all of them. The night continued there in waves of exhaustion and renewed hunger. Slow, lazy daisy chains where Roy's cock was passed from mouth to pussy to mouth again. Double blowjobs that turned into double vaginal rides. Ass play—fingers, tongues, eventually his cock sliding into tight, virgin asses after generous lube and patience (Dorothy took him first, then Dalia, then Jennifer demanded it). They used toys from the nightstand—vibrators pressed to clits while he fucked them, dildos for the girls to fuck each other while waiting their turn.
At one point Roy had Amy and Kayla stacked on top of each other missionary, fucking one pussy then pulling out to fuck the other, switching back and forth while they made out and screamed. Later he had all nine women on their knees in a circle around him, taking turns deep-throating him until their mascara ran in black rivers down their cheeks.
The sun was rising over the Hollywood Hills when the final round began.
They were all in the enormous walk-in shower now, steam billowing, water cascading over slick bodies. Roy stood in the center while nine pairs of hands soaped him, stroked him, worshipped him. He fucked them against the marble walls one by one—Jennifer first, then Nidhi, then Ashley pressed between him and Mary in a sandwich. The water made everything louder, sloppier, hotter. Orgasms echoed off the tiles.
By the time they collapsed back onto the soaked sheets at 7 a.m., every woman had been fucked at least four times. Every hole had been used. Cum leaked from pussies and asses, dripped from chins, coated breasts. They curled around Roy like a living blanket—heads on his chest, legs tangled, fingers lazily stroking whatever skin they could reach.
Jennifer kissed his jaw, voice hoarse. "Best pre-Halloween warm-up ever."
Nidhi laughed weakly. "Costume planning tomorrow… after we can walk again."
Ashley mumbled from somewhere near his thigh, "I call dibs on riding you during the actual party."
Roy's hand stroked whatever ass was closest—Dalia's, he thought. His cock twitched, still half-hard even after hours of use. "You're all going to kill me," he said, grinning.
Dorothy lifted her head, silver hair plastered to her forehead, eyes gleaming. "Good. Because we're just getting started. Halloween night? We're wearing the sluttiest costumes you've ever seen… and then we're going to fuck you in them until the sun comes up again."
The room filled with soft, satisfied laughter and the sound of kisses.
Roy closed his eyes, body aching in the best possible way, surrounded by nine beautiful, cum-drenched, thoroughly satisfied women who already belonged to him.
One year in this world.
And it was only going to get hotter.