12 noon.

A groggy Penn Vincent woke up.

Opening his eyes, he saw someone sitting nearby, legs crossed, leisurely smoking a cigarette.

"You... who are you? Where... where am I?"

At the moment, Penn Vincent was still somewhat dazed.

The person sitting there smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Vincent, you're awake. Let me introduce myself, I'm Dirk Carter."

"Oh, Director Carter."

Penn responded.

Suddenly, he jolted.

He asked, "Where am I? What happened to me?"

Saying this, he tried to struggle up from the bed.

Only then did he realize that he couldn't move his body at all. Looking up, he saw both his hands were tied, hanging by ropes at the headboard.

The feeling was the same with his feet.

Both feet were also bound in ropes, hanging at the foot of the bed.

At this moment, he was completely naked, spread-eagle, fixed to a large bed.

"Dirk Carter, what are you doing?"

Realizing something was wrong, Penn shouted loudly.

He twisted his body desperately.

Trying to break free.

But the ropes were tied very tightly, and his efforts were in vain.

"Mr. Vincent, don't be so agitated, I'm just hosting you."

Dirk Carter said quietly.

Penn, in a fury, said, "Hosting? Is this how you host? Let me go immediately, or you'll bear all the consequences—I won't let you off."

"Look, look, Mr. Vincent completely misunderstood my good intentions. I'm just accommodating Mr. Vincent's interests. I've heard for a long time now that Mr. Vincent is fond of... what's it called... SM, yes, SM. So, is Mr. Vincent satisfied with Dirk Carter's arrangement?"

Dirk asked.

Penn yelled, "Dirk Carter, I give you one minute to release me, or else, I'll cancel the vocational college project immediately. By then, your position as Director of Education will be over."

"Oh, Mr. Vincent is mad. Seems like my hospitality was lacking, alright then, how about Dirk Carter plays something exciting with you?"

Having said this.

Dirk stood up.

Pressed a button in his hand.

From above, a sharp butcher knife began to slowly descend.

The position of the butcher knife was perfectly aimed at Penn's "caterpillar."

Penn saw this and began to scream like a ghost, thinking Dirk was going to physically castrate him.

Just as it was getting closer, the butcher knife suddenly stopped, just ten centimeters from his groin.

Penn was drenched in sweat, letting out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if he had narrowly escaped death.

"Dirk Carter, what are you doing? Are you crazy?"

Penn shouted angrily.

Dirk said, "I've heard that Mr. Vincent likes beauties the most. Humble as I am, today I've prepared a few for you, is Mr. Vincent interested?"

"I don't want any beauties, I want you to release me immediately!"

In this situation, who would be interested, he shouted at the top of his lungs.

But Dirk didn't care.

He clapped his hands.

The bedroom door opened.

The two women who had gone to pick up Penn came in.

Both were dressed in provocative lingerie.

The one on the left was styled as a nurse, with a small white hat on her head, and her light white top had a large opening at the chest.

Her bust was half-exposed, tantalizingly seductive.

Down below was a tight, transparent pencil skirt.

Through the snug skirt, you could see a palm-sized thong inside, hazy and irresistible.

White stockings on her thighs added a decorative touch and a bit of allure.

The woman on the right was dressed in a stewardess costume.

She also had a small hat.

A tight blue top, with a chest opening even bigger than the "nurse's"—almost bursting.

Her slim waist was exposed, and she only wore a mini pencil skirt below.

The skirt was almost at the root of her thigh, hinting that with a slight movement, the scenery beneath would be revealed.

Her legs were wrapped in seductive black stockings, adding to the temptation.

"Mr. Vincent, do you like these beauties?"

Dirk asked with a smile.

Just a glance, and Penn felt a surge of heat rise in his lower abdomen.

The limp little eel began to stir.

As if engorged, it started to rise little by little.

At that very moment, Penn's gaze fell on the butcher knife, and he suddenly realized that if he became too aroused, he would come into direct confrontation with the suspended butcher knife. A clash with that blade and he probably wouldn't be able to be with a woman for the rest of his life.

A cold sweat broke out on his back.

He understood what Dirk was trying to do.

He quickly closed his eyes, erasing the images of the two women's bodies from his mind.

"Since Mr. Vincent is pleased, I'll let the two beauties serve you well."

With that said.

Dirk snapped his fingers.

The two women stood on either side of the bed.

First, they removed their tops, releasing their large breasts, which wobbly leaned down and pressed against Penn's chest.

One on each side, with their softness pressing down.

Penn's heart leaped to his throat.

The body's reactions were real.

But he couldn't enjoy it, his mind was continuously thinking of chaotic things, attempting to distract himself. Penn never imagined that one day he'd be in a standoff with his own manhood.

"You two aren't doing it right, don't you see Mr. Vincent has no reaction?"

Dirk said teasingly from the side.

The two women glanced at each other.

And simultaneously removed their pants.

Now completely naked.

They both climbed onto the bed, spread their legs, and sat on Penn's parted thighs, bringing their "butterflies" into intimate contact with his thighs. Then they gently swayed their hips, slowly grinding.

Penn was no amateur.

The wet and soft sensation rising from his left and right legs allowed his mind to conjure scenes of what was happening.

The blood in his lower abdomen was almost at a boiling point.

Causing the little eel to swell.

Growing larger, getting closer to the butcher knife by the moment, and it looked like it would soon surrender, the two blades soon to "meet."

Penn finally couldn't take it anymore, shouting, "Dirk Carter, release me, what do you want?"

"I just want Mr. Vincent to enjoy himself. Doesn't Mr. Vincent like my hospitality? Or maybe the number is not enough, should I arrange for two more to come up?"

"No, no!"

Penn shouted loudly.

He gritted his teeth and took a long breath.

He said, "I know what you want to know, I'll tell you, the person I'm meeting with is Daniela Morgan, Deputy Mayor Ramey's secretary. I've been working with Deputy Mayor Ramey to create fake accounts and embezzle six billion in investments."

Boom!

Even though he had guessed the truth long ago.

When Penn admitted it, Dirk was still stunned as if struck by lightning.

He suppressed his internal agitation and asked, "How are you splitting the money?"

"She gets 60%, I get 40%."

Penn answered without hesitation.

60% of six billion is 3.6 billion.

No wonder Charlotte Ramey decided to take action against me again after everything settled down; the number was too big to ignore.

"How do you plan to execute it?"

Dirk continued to ask.

Penn shook his head and said, "I don't know yet, this meeting was to discuss that."

He didn't seem to be lying.

Dirk glanced at the two women.

They obediently got off Penn, picked up their clothes from the floor, and left the room.

Dirk stared at Penn for a moment and then turned to leave.

Ignoring Penn's protests from behind.

As soon as he entered the corridor, Rosie, who had been waiting by the door, came up excitedly and said, "Dirk, Penn confessed. Your plan worked after all."

"It didn't work; it's just Penn's words, not proof. That's also why he felt he could say it."

Dirk said.

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