Chapter 355: The Jinx

The mansion was fucking huge – like, stupid rich people huge. We spent five hours exploring every goddamn room, and I’m not gonna lie, I was mentally mapping out where each of my orgy fantasies would play out. Because apparently, I’m a teenage god with the emotional maturity of a horny golden Greek god retriever.

Of course, we had to properly christen the place. Sofia, Madison, Amanda, and I gave the house what I’d call a "warm welcome" while Soo-Jin basically sprinted away the moment Madison and Amanda started their hands-on exploration tour.

Girl took one look at the situation developing and noped out faster than influencers deleting controversial tweets.

Most rooms in the main castle now had our essence permanently embedded in them – which sounds poetic until you realize I’m talking about sex stains on furniture worth more than most people’s college tuition. The two experienced queens got to witness shy, composed Sofia transform into an absolute sex ghost who wanted it wild and raw. Girl went from Jane Austen heroine to possessed pornstar in about thirty seconds flat.

After they needed recovery time (because apparently even my limitless sex stamina has its limits when you’re dealing with three gorgeous women), I went down to explore the basement tech facility.

And Jesus fucking Christ, this place was insane.

The basement was below the realm basement, it stretched beyond the castle into the forest itself, buried so deep underground and it’s ceiling was high you could build a three-story building in the space in-between alone. Bob Thompson definitely had his tech villain fantasies, and Charlotte had spent weeks expanding it into something that looked like it belonged in a Marvel movie.

It took from the whole castle, the whole compound and the whole estate to half of the forest and it was deep enough that no root was touched, at least that is what ARIA told me.

"More like if Tony Stark and Doctor Doom had a baby and gave it unlimited funding," ARIA chimed in. "The quantum fabrication arrays alone could print entire spacecraft. Not that you’d notice, since you spent most of your tour mentally undressing your women even after you just fucked them, shameless."

"I was being efficient with my time!"

"You were being a horny teenager with the attention span of a goldfish on cocaine."

Twelve full soccer fields of empty, futuristically designed space with just my office set up so far, the servers and a few other equipments. Even had an emergency exit that led directly into the forest – because nothing says "not suspicious" like a secret tunnel.

I spent two hours down there just absorbing the scope of what I was working with. Between the auction happening above ground, my new headquarters, and the best sex of my life, I’d call this a clear fucking win. Not that I needed to watch the auction anyway – ARIA was giving me real-time updates like the sarcastic digital goddess she is.

Now it was evening, everything was wrapped up, and I was sitting in the driver’s seat of yet another car that wasn’t technically mine. Charlotte had bought a Mercedes Sprinter Van specifically for "mansion errands" – not even for me personally, but for the house staff. Specifically for Soo-Jin to use, because Charlotte apparently can’t stop spoiling everyone around her.

The interior was all black leather and wood trim that probably cost more than my mom’s old Honda was worth. Multiple screens, ambient lighting that shifted colors based on your mood (or at least pretended to), and seats that felt like sitting on a cloud made of rich people’s tears. The kind of car that whispered "I have more money than your entire neighborhood" every time you touched anything.

We were all piled in – Sofia had to head back to deal with her family situation, Madison was going home because her parents had some "emergency" (aka rich people drama that would probably make a great reality show), and I was driving to Mom’s mansion. Yeah, that’s a sentence I never thought I’d say six months ago.

Tommy and Charlotte were waiting there to roast me alive, which was honestly fair considering I’d disappeared for five hours to fuck around in my new evil lair. I had big plans for tonight – buying my own car finally, setting up the penthouse, and getting ready for my OnlyCeleb club hunt at the end of next week.

With the auction over and Quantum Tech officially on its feet, Charlotte could handle the remaining logistics while we skyrocketed toward creation.

Tommy was probably going to drag me into helping him buy his mom a mansion too, which meant I’d officially run out of reasons to hide my money. The cover story about Tommy’s API auction and him "sharing" half the profits with me was believable enough that I could finally indulge without looking suspicious.

"Speaking of Tommy’s mom," ARIA said with that tone that meant trouble, "her stress patterns have been... interesting lately. Elevated heart rate, irregular sleep cycles. Almost like someone’s been having very specific thoughts about a certain enhanced teenager."

"Don’t."

"I’m just saying, the data suggests—"

"ARIA, I swear to god."

"Fine, but when this explodes in your face, don’t blame me for not warning you."

Forget ARIA, now that I had my house, unlimited money, multiple gorgeous women who actually wanted me, and the kind of technological capabilities that would make Tony Stark jealous.

My only problems were that I’d gotten really good at driving cars that weren’t mine, my endless lust was becoming harder to control, and I had seriously complicated feelings about Tommy’s mom that I was about to confront tonight.

And start Monday, I will be working at the wellness center and playing escort for Meridian Agency, my two tickets to Liberation Hunt.

The girls were singing along to whatever pop song was playing – Amanda had Sofia’s head in her lap while the latter recovered from our earlier activities, Madison was scrolling through her phone while humming, and Soo-Jin was still blushing but enjoying herself on her Samsung Galaxy Z Fold 7.

Girl was true Korea and had refused the iPhone completely.

When we were buying her a proper phone back in Miami, she’d settled for Samsung and then got into a whole argument with Madison about which was better. Madison ended up buying the iPhone 17 Pro Max just to prove a point.

I didn’t give a shit about their phone war. My Quantum watch alone was about a hundred years ahead of what both companies could create even if they combined their engineering teams.

"More like a thousand years, but who’s counting?" ARIA said smugly. "Also, you use about 0.1% of my capabilities. It’s like having a Formula 1 car and only driving it to the mailbox."

"I’ve been busy!"

"Oh yes, very busy. Fucking your way through Miami’s elite while I handled all the actual work. Such dedication to technological advancement."

I barely used the phones Madison bought me except for picking up calls, which made ARIA constantly scold me for not exploring the watch’s true capabilities. Really, I hadn’t had time to dive deep into my own tech.

"You know what’s fascinating about your basement setup?" ARIA continued conversationally. "The quantum processing arrays could theoretically run simulations of entire civilizations. But sure, let’s use them to optimize your orgasm scheduling."

"You’re being dramatic."

"I’m being accurate. Your new mansion has enough computing power to solve climate change, and you’re using it to calculate the optimal angle for—"

"ARIA."

"Fine, fine. But we’re having a serious conversation about resource allocation later. And the fact that until now you have not checked the system shop fully, if I am right, I has anything that can aid us in creating a new Earth."

I will, alright? Because now I had time for both sexual indulgence and technological exploration. What could possibly go wrong with my life?

"Did you just..." ARIA’s voice went dangerously quiet. "Did you just ask what could go wrong? Peter, you magnificent idiot, do you have any idea what you just did?"

That’s when it happened – the exact moment I jinxed myself like every protagonist who’s ever been stupid enough to tempt fate.