Of course, Jason had already informed his stepmother, and he knew she would, in turn, inform his stepsisters. Jason was certain that Angela would not suspect he was the anonymous spender simply because he happened to be away from home at the same time the man invited her to a hotel in her own town once morning came. Besides, it was not as though he had told Marinette where he would be, and she had not even bothered to ask, so there was no possible way for Angela to draw a connection.
Angela was genuinely astonished when she discovered that the wealthy man she had met online was, in fact, in her town. It meant she would not need to prepare for an exhausting trip outside the city. Yet, she hardly cared whether he turned out to be an old man or not, for as long as he possessed wealth, that was all that truly mattered to her.
Were not most influencers like this? Perhaps more than half, at the very least.
The young man happily prepared for the next day, and when he finally lay down on the suite's bed, Jason couldn't help but feel as though he had been carried into a new kind of heaven. It was truly the best investment he had made, such a luxurious space with a bed so soft it almost felt unreal, perfect for banging his stepsister mercilessly.
'Tomorrow will be a double blessing for me,' he thought. 'Oh, that also means I won't be able to go to the gym early in the morning. I'll have to go later and maybe upgrade my membership.'
With that thought lingering in his mind, Jason rose from the bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
Jason entered the bathroom and turned the faucet until the water flowed in a steady stream. He stepped into the bathtub, letting the warmth envelop his skin. His mind began to quiet as the weight of the day eased from his thoughts.
"I never thought heaven actually existed until this moment," he murmured.
He remained still for a while, allowing the sound of running water to fill the calm air of the spacious room. The bathroom was expansive, lined with marble tiles that glowed softly under the golden light above. He reached for the soap and began to wash with slow, deliberate movements, starting from his shoulders and arms before continuing downward.
As the minutes passed, his thoughts drifted again. The hotel exceeded anything he had ever experienced, and the luxury of it all shifted his sense of comfort entirely. He began to understand that luxury was not merely about wealth; it was about liberation. It created room to breathe, to think, and to exist without the constant weight of the world pressing down. It was the quiet strength of freedom disguised as indulgence.
That feeling alone seemed worth chasing for the rest of his life. He rinsed the soap from his skin, brushed his hair back with one hand, and adjusted the water to a cooler temperature before standing still once more. He did not know why he lingered, only that it felt right to think in a place where the noise of the world could not reach him.
His thoughts shifted to the day ahead.
Everything he had been building toward was beginning to align, forming a path that finally made sense. There was opportunity waiting for him, and he understood clearly what needed to be done. He remained in the water for a few more minutes, letting his mind empty completely before turning off the tap.
He reached for a towel and dried himself unhurriedly, enjoying the calm that lingered in the silence. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he stepped out of the bathroom. The air outside was cooler, brushing softly against his skin, but he did not mind. At the wardrobe, he found a clean white robe hanging in perfect order. He put it on, tightened the belt securely around his waist, and adjusted the collar until it sat just right.
He walked toward the glass wall that stretched across the entire room. The view outside was vast and alive. The evening light bathed the city in a warm hue, and the streets below pulsed with the steady rhythm of cars and people. The buildings glimmered faintly as the sun dipped behind the horizon.
Jason remained silent, observing the slow transition from day to dusk. He noticed the orderly lines of traffic winding along the roads, the steady flow of pedestrians crossing intersections, and the shop signs flickering to life one by one.
He leaned slightly forward, resting his hand on the edge of the glass as he studied the city below. Each person had a destination, a purpose, a reason to keep moving. For the first time, he understood that he wanted a life that could command this view permanently. He wanted to possess it, not merely occupy it. The thought solidified in his mind: a home high above the skyline, filled with open space and complete silence, where everything, even the women, would be under his control.
He imagined standing by a window larger than this one, surveying an even broader expanse of light. He envisioned himself not as a visitor in such a place but as someone who truly belonged there. The thought did not stem from arrogance but from a composed determination that was beginning to crystallize within him. The path ahead was challenging yet deceptively simple, for all he required was a gratifying sexual experience. He had already transcended the life that had once constrained him, and the distance between his current state and his desired reality seemed far smaller than it had before.
The sky outside shifted gradually, transforming from gold to a deep crimson and then into darker shades as the sun sank behind the buildings. The city lights sharpened, and the reflection on the glass rendered the room more expansive. Jason lingered there for a long while, observing the steady rhythm of the evening. He watched the illumination of the city multiply, the streets brighten, and the faint hum of traffic fade through the thick glass, leaving only a serene panorama of motion and progress.
With a soft sigh, Jason muttered to himself:
"Why do I feel so emotional right now like a simp...? Ugh."
He straightened and turned away from the window, then walked to the table where a few plates remained from the earlier meal. He glanced at the empty dishes and shook his head at the thought of how much he had spent on a single dinner. The total still surprised him, yet he could not deny how exquisite everything had tasted. He reminded himself that luxury was not about logic; it was about the experience. He set the dishes aside and perched on the edge of the bed. The softness beneath him drew his attention once more. He could not recall the last time he had felt such comfort.
Some time later, after his moment of tranquility, he decided to call it a night. He switched off the main lights, leaving only the wall lamps illuminated, and lay down on the bed. The pillow molded easily beneath his head, and the sheets were cool and smooth against his skin. For a brief moment, he wondered if this was what true peace felt like. His thoughts slowed, and the clamor in his mind faded. He closed his eyes, and within moments, sleep claimed him.
The next morning arrived quietly.
Jason awoke to the soft glow of daylight filtering through the curtains. He stretched slightly and sat up, then checked his phone on the bedside table. The time read seven fifty-three. He had slept more deeply than usual, and his body felt remarkably light. He rose, adjusted the edges of his robe, and walked to the mini fridge to pour himself a glass of water. He drained it in a few steady gulps and returned the glass to the counter.
Just as he turned toward the bed again, a knock came at the door. It was firm and quick. He paused, attempting to guess who it could be, then realized after checking his phone. He walked across the room and reached for the handle. The second knock came just as he opened the door.
Standing there was Angela, dressed in tight red clothing that accentuated her ample cleavage and full breasts, the fashion crop top straining to contain them. Her hair was neatly styled, and her expression shifted immediately the moment she saw him. Her lips parted slightly, and her eyes widened in astonishment.
"...Jason?" she inquired in a tremulous voice.
Jason remained still with a sly grin. His hand stayed on the handle as he pulled her inside with the other and then secured the door.