Inside the bathroom, warm water cascaded over Jessica's skin, a delicate blush tinting her fair complexion, making her look irresistibly alluring. This was yet another captivating scene, entirely different from the one during our earlier lovemaking. Unable to resist, I embraced her once again…
She didn't resist at all. Right there, in the open bathroom, we made love once more…
After we finished bathing, Jessica handed me a set of clothes to change into. However, she remained completely naked the entire time—not even bothering with panties. Whether she was in the kitchen or out on the balcony collecting laundry, she seemed entirely unconcerned about the prying eyes of her neighbors.
After breakfast, I sat down on the sofa in the living room and noticed a newspaper on the coffee table. Eagerly, I picked it up to read, as newspapers seemed like the best way to understand the state of this world.
Surprisingly, this world also used English. Given that I could communicate fluently with Louise and Jessica, it made sense that the writing would also be the same.
Judging from the content of the newspaper, the level of civilization here appeared to be equivalent to the one in my original world. Even the rules for forming place names and personal names were similar. The place I was currently in was called Harrison, the capital of this country. The city was a commercial hub with clearly defined zones: business, residential, educational and research, agricultural, and vacation districts. The functional layout was orderly. The community I was in was part of Residential Zone 69, conveniently located near both the business district and the education and research areas.
One of the news articles I read went like this:
"From August 10 to August 15 this year, a trade fair will be held, with over 1,000 participants expected to attend in the capital. To accommodate the visiting guests, the mayor has requisitioned female companions from universities and high schools to register. Participants with valid credentials will be allowed to select one female companion per day. Over the course of the five-day event, more than 4,000 female companions are expected to be summoned."
There were also a few promotional advertisements, with prizes that included the opportunity to have sex with promotional girls or hosts on-site during events. One automobile advertisement even boldly stated that anyone purchasing a car during the promotion period could have unlimited sexual access to any female employee of the company, specifying that this included any woman working for the company.
I put the newspaper down and sighed. What a world that fulfilled every man's wildest dreams. But on the flip side, this also meant that every man's wife, sister, or daughter might become someone else's plaything at any time, just like Jessica.
That was the trade-off, it seemed.
But what were the specifics of all this? I figured I'd have to find an opportunity to ask Jessica.
Maybe it was possible not to share your woman with others. (Based on feedback from readers, if most readers don't like it, I won't let Samson's women sleep with other men. He will have his exclusive lovers, some of whom might even be virgins.)
"Samson, come on, let's go." Jessica finally emerged from the room holding a few pieces of clothing. Picking up a black bra, she prepared to put it on.
"You're actually putting on clothes?" I teased her playfully.
"What's so strange about that? It's natural to dress when going out," Jessica replied with a smile.
The clothes in her hand weren't anything special—a black mini skirt and a white blouse. But the blouse's fabric looked extremely sheer and thin.
"It's such a shame to see your big breasts squeezed into that," I blurted out as she adjusted the bra's straps.
To my surprise, she hesitated, then put the bra down and said, "You're right. I won't wear it today. Anyway…" She stopped mid-sentence, slipped on the blouse, and left me intrigued. Her unfinished statement piqued my curiosity, but I decided not to press her. I'd find out soon enough.
The sheer, tight blouse not only outlined her stunning figure but also revealed most of her breasts. Without the support of a bra, every step she took caused her exposed breasts to jiggle enticingly.
The skirt was short and form-fitting, just barely covering her lower body. Her curvaceous hips were perfectly accentuated, and her long legs made her look incredibly seductive.
The elevator in the building was otherwise unremarkable. When we reached the eighth floor, a young couple in their twenties entered.
"Ah, Mr. Smith and Mrs. Jones, hello," Jessica greeted them warmly, indicating they were well-acquainted.
"Ha, are you heading out? And who's this?" Mr. Smith asked.
"Oh, this is my friend."
"Mr. Smith, Mrs. Jones, nice to meet you. My name is Samson," I said with a polite smile, nodding at them. Just then, in front of everyone, Mr. Smith reached out a hand and directly groped Jessica's exposed breast. He not only fondled it but also chuckled, "You're feeling extra playful today."
Jessica smiled back as Mr. Smith slipped his hand inside her blouse, cupping her entire breast and giving it a few gentle squeezes. Finally, he withdrew his hand with a satisfied click of his tongue.
Despite everything that had happened the night before, the scene before me still caught me off guard. Was this how people greeted each other here? Meanwhile, Mrs. Jones chuckled and said, "Jessica, you still have such a great figure."
"And you're as stunning as ever, Mrs. Jones. My husband never stops praising you after he's been with you."
They continued chatting casually. Mrs. Jones, wearing a low-cut, tight t-shirt, revealed her own ample chest. Catching me glancing at her, she smiled and subtly thrust her chest forward as if inviting me.
Her intention was clear—she was offering her breast for me to touch, just as her husband had done with Jessica.
I froze on the spot, looking between the two of them. Both were smiling, and Mr. Smith's expression seemed to encourage me: Don't be shy. Go ahead. Touch it.
Taking a deep breath, I extended my right hand and placed it on Mrs. Jones's breast. At first, I only rested my hand there, too hesitant to move. Noticing her gaze shift slightly, I mustered the courage to knead it a few times.
When the elevator doors opened to the parking garage, I withdrew my hand, still carrying the scent of her skin and the excitement in my mind.
The garage was filled with various vehicles—sports SUVs, jeeps, motorcycles, and more. After parting ways with Mr. Smith and Mrs. Jones, Jessica led me to her car—a red sedan. Its interior design and driving equipment were identical to the cars from my original world, complete with a flat-panel display screen.
"Is this your car?" I asked.
Jessica nodded, putting on her sunglasses and motioning for me to fasten my seatbelt. She started the engine and casually replied, "Louis has his own car. I bought this one just last month."
"Oh, how much did it cost?"
"100,000 credits. Of course, I paid 10% out of pocket, and the rest is on a bank loan."
"Credits? Is that the currency here?" I asked while noticing a slip of paper in the car door's storage compartment. Picking it up, I saw it was labeled: National Bank Personal Vehicle Loan Program. Skimming through, I noticed typical details like loan amounts, repayment dates, and interest rates. But one line stood out:
"During the repayment period, the purchasing female's body will also serve as collateral and may be summoned at any time to accompany the bank's VIPs in order to offset portions of the loan."
"What does 'accompany' mean?" I asked.
"It means letting the bank's VIPs use you, of course. They can have sex with you for one night or several nights, depending on the request."
"Have you… done that?" I asked hesitantly.
"Of course. The day the loan was approved, I stripped naked at the bank and spent three days at their club being used. A woman's body is purely for pleasure here, Samson. You really seem like you've lost your memory—this is something even high school teachers talk about in class."
"Hmm, hearing you say that… it does sound vaguely familiar," I lied.
"It's fine. I'm sure you'll remember everything soon enough," she replied reassuringly.