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章節 46: Call Me Rosie

William tried to twist Brian's left wrist, but Brian swiftly countered with a kick, landing it on William's shoulder. William caught his foot, twisted it, and pushed. Brian, balancing on one foot, stumbled and was about to fall when William reached out and pulled him into a full embrace.

"See, I told you sparring as a couple is beneficial. It helps you improve your skills and strengthens our bond," William said, chuckling. He then leaned down and planted a kiss on Brian's cheek. "Every time I catch you, I get a kiss," he said, his hand playfully squeezing Brian's butt, a mischievous grin on his face. "Let me have another feel."

Brian's face flushed red. He knew he couldn't beat William in a fight, but he hadn't expected to be teased to this extent. With his knuckle duster still on, Brian arched his back to escape William's embrace and swung it towards William's waist.

"Damn!" William exclaimed. "You trying to sell my kidney to buy an iPhone?"

"Your kidney is worth about as much as a cheap flip phone, maybe one that comes with a $20 prepaid card," Brian retorted.

"If I lose my kidney, you'll be a widow!" William warned, implying that without his kidney, other things wouldn't function either, and their bed would be cold.

"You've never used it anyway, so you wouldn't be losing much!" Brian shot back.

"Go to hell!" Brian's face was beet red, his movements faster. Despite his slender waist, he was strong. He twisted and turned, launching an attack with his knuckle duster, making William cry out in pain.

Was he out of his mind? Not only had he given Brian the knuckle duster, but he had also taught him how to box. Brian was a quick learner, aiming for the most vulnerable spots. Seeing the knuckle duster coming towards his crotch, William quickly grabbed Brian's wrist, causing the knuckle duster to fall.

"Heh, can't hit me now, can you?" William gloated, feeling triumphant without the knuckle duster. "Let me hold you."

He grabbed Brian's wrist and pulled him into his arms, planting a few kisses and giving his butt another squeeze. The feel of it was too good to resist another touch. Brian stepped back, twisted his waist, and launched a series of roundhouse kicks. His right hand was immobilized, but it didn't affect his speed. He alternated between left and right leg kicks.

William blocked the flurry of kicks with his arms raised above his head. After a few twists of his waist, Brian landed a kick straight to William's chest. William grabbed his leg, but Brian used his other leg for support and kicked again.

With a thud, both of them fell onto the mat, faces up.

"Ouch, my god!" William coughed, taken aback by Brian's strength. He hadn't expected Brian to be so powerful, especially with his right hand immobilized.

Brian, panting heavily, couldn't help but laugh. He had finally fulfilled his desire to give William a good beating.

"If you put any more force into it, you might break my ribs," William grumbled as he sat up. "Your legs are so strong. And your waist is so flexible."

"I told you I've trained in martial arts," Brian said, a hint of pride in his voice. He knew he couldn't beat William if he went all out, but he was happy to have held his own today.

"Let me feel your muscles," William said, grabbing Brian's ankle and pulling him towards him. Brian, who had been sitting, was pulled back.

"What are you doing?" Brian tried to get up, but his leg was held down. He felt himself being pulled closer, one leg pinned down.

William loomed over him, his head hovering above Brian's face. He pressed down on Brian's shoulders, his body sinking down until they were almost touching, their chests, stomachs, and groins separated only by their pants.

"Even the most badass hubby needs to be dominated by his spouse," William said, a smirk on his face. "Once I've got you pinned, you have to do as I say." He moved slightly, opening his mouth to lick Brian's neck. "Strip for me, and give me a little dance. I bet it'll look great."

Brian didn't move, lying on the mat with a faint smile on his face. William had never seen Brian so docile. He was smiling, not glaring, his face slightly sweaty from the workout, his nostrils flaring, his hair a bit messy. William's heart pounded at the sight of Brian, so obedient and submissive. They were alone at home, the atmosphere was perfect, it was the perfect time to do something more.

When he had first set up this gym, he had imagined what it would be like to roll around on the mat after a sweaty workout, to make love while hanging from the punching bag. He had imagined all the ways he could take Brian right there.

Now was the time to act.

"Darling, let's consummate our marriage," he said, hurriedly unzipping Brian's tracksuit. His body arched up as he stripped off Brian's clothes and underwear, revealing his body. He was ready to consummate their marriage, to truly make them a married couple.

Brian didn't resist, and William took it as consent.

"This isn't marital rape, it's our wedding night!" he said, trying to preempt any accusations. He didn't want to enjoy a night of passion only to receive a lawyer's letter accusing him of marital rape the next day.

As he pulled down Brian's tracksuit zipper, Brian's free leg suddenly shot up.

"Ouch!" William screamed, falling onto Brian.

Brian grabbed his collar and shoved him aside, sitting up. His earlier docility had vanished.

"If you try to take advantage of me again, I'll teach you a lesson," he warned. William curled up on the mat, clutching his groin.

Brian stood up and adjusted his tracksuit. "I'm going to take a shower and read some documents. You can stay here and nurse your pain."

"Wait!" William reached out to stop Brian.

"What?" Brian asked.

"You took advantage of me from behind. That's not fair. You have to take responsibility," William said.

"What do you want?" Brian asked, looking at the smug William.

"I won't mention the the fact that you broke my dick, as long as you agree not to divorce me," William proposed.

Brian looked at the confident William. "Fine, I'll call an ambulance for you. But if you dare to tell the doctor that I broke your penis while you were trying to molest me..."

Breaking the penis, or penile fracture, was a serious injury. If word got out that he had suffered such an injury while trying to molest someone, he would be the laughingstock of the town.

Brian knew William was trying to blackmail him, but he decided to ignore him. "Let me see how bad it is."

William's tracksuit pants were elastic, so he pulled them down, revealing his underwear. He pulled at the edge of his underwear with one hand and slipped the other inside.

"Come feel it. I think it's swollen," he said, inviting Brian to touch him in all seriousness.

Brian watched his lewd actions and turned to leave. He had no interest in watching a man fondle himself. It was vulgar, low, and shameless.

William lunged forward and grabbed Brian from behind, guiding Brian's hand towards his underwear. "Touch it," he urged.

Brian's face turned beet red. He elbowed the pervert away and ran into the study, slamming the door behind him.

"Bastard, I want a divorce!" he shouted.

William burst into laughter, shouting back at the study. "Brian, you have a handsome, vibrant man right in front of you, and you won't even touch him. You're shyer than a little girl. Haven't you seen how women go crazy touching male strippers? I'm not even asking for money, and you still won't touch me. I have a six-pack and well-developed chest muscles. If you won't touch me, I'll use these muscles to make money. I'm sure plenty of women would love it."

It was a rare sight to see Brian so flustered that he ran into the study. The usually domineering Brian had been scared off by him.

Today, William had finally turned the tables. He was finally on top.

"Which girl has touched you?" Brian asked, his face dark as he opened the door to confront him.

"What girl? There's no girl," William stammered, caught off guard by the question.

"If you like women touching you so much, why don't you become a woman?" Brian suggested.

William, the unabashed flirt, winked at Brian. "Then you can call me Rosie. Dad said that's the name he'd give his daughter."

"Rosie, if you keep disturbing me while I'm working, I'll make you stay at home and have our baby," Brian threatened.

"I'll have a baby for $500,000," William bargained.

"Take good care of your belly. You'd have to have fifty babies to get all my money," Brian retorted, closing the door and returning to his work.

William sat in the living room, counting on his fingers how much money Brian actually had.

"Holy shit, it's almost two billion," he realized. He was married to a billionaire!


章節 47: I'm Stepping Out  

Brian had just turned on his computer when he reluctantly opened the door to a persistent knock.

"Let's start making babies now. Time's ticking," William said.

Brian promptly shut the door again. Talking to him was like a fast track to losing brain cells.

"Stop working overtime. We need to get a move on. Making fifty kids in a year is a huge task. We have to keep at it until we're eighty. Come out and check if my dick's broken, can't sow seeds if it's not working. Brian, my darling, my boss, come out and let's make babies."

William scratched at the door from outside, but Brian refused to open it this time. He wasn't going to waste time on pointless banter. He'd rather use that time to review some documents - that was the real work.

Left alone, William sighed. He had to live a long life, up to ninety, to complete the task of having fifty children.

Brian was engrossed in his documents until past eleven. William, who had been causing a ruckus, didn't bother him anymore and was fiddling with a notebook in the living room.

Brian found it strange. Was William done causing trouble?

When Brian was getting ready for bed, William started changing into clean, crisp jeans and boots.

"Are you going out?"

"I'm stepping out for a bit. I won't be long, you should get some rest. I've left your medicine by the bed, take it before you sleep."

He opened his backpack and put in a chisel pliers and a bundle of rope.

Seeing this, Brian knew William wasn't just going out for drinks. He was up to something.

"I'll come with you."

At least he could provide some backup, lend a hand if things got tricky.

"No need, your hand's not in the best shape."

William slung his backpack over his shoulder, grabbed his car keys, and headed out, with Brian following him to the door.

"Don't worry, I'll be back in two hours if all goes well. It's cold outside, don't come out."

As William closed the door, he saw the worry on Brian's face. He gave him a grin, reached out, and touched Brian's face.

"Go to sleep, no need to wait up for me."

"I don't know what your mission is, but be careful. Come back soon."

Many missions were secret, and Brian didn't pry. But he was still worried. What if William was gone for a long time? Or worse, what if he was in danger?

"I'll make you some porridge in the morning."

William didn't let Brian step out, he simply closed the security door and took the elevator.

Brian watched from the window as William drove out of the complex, disappearing into the flow of traffic.

Unable to sleep, Brian was worried. He had no idea what William's mission was, but he knew it was dangerous. Was he planning to take down the black market arms deal they had discussed earlier? Was he going alone? Would there be a shootout?

He couldn't speculate wildly, nor could he rashly go to the old town hardware store to find him, in case he disrupted William's plan.

All Brian could do was sit in the living room. William had said he'd be back in about two hours. He would wait, wait for him to return, and make sure he wasn't hurt.

William parked his car on the side of the road and got into another car that was waiting for him.

The driver smiled at him. "Director Gu says to be careful not to startle the snake in the grass. Everything you need is in here."

He pointed to a backpack. William opened it and transferred the contents into his own bag.

"I'll be your backup outside. Can you handle going in alone?"

"No problem."

They discussed the plan and drove to the old town.

While Brian was reviewing his documents, William had been busy contacting national security to investigate the hardware store in the old town. The owner was in his fifties, a local resident, running a barely surviving hardware store. He lived upstairs and ran the store downstairs, with a son and a plump wife. The son didn't look much like the owner, making it a very ordinary family.

National security had investigated his family up to three generations, and everything seemed normal. He paid his taxes, and his relationship with his neighbors was good.

If it weren't for Brian saying he had bought a gun from there, who would suspect this place?

Digging deeper from this lead, many things came to light. The inconspicuous bald store owner controlled over eighty percent of the city's black market arms trade. Only trusted customers with deep pockets could buy firearms, and he had a wide variety. The hardware store always needed new stock, and the firearm parts were smuggled in with the regular goods, then assembled here.

The black market arms trade had to be stopped.


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