Chapter 69: ((Business))
"Ugh..." Isabel blinked as she woke up, she was looking at a very peculiar ceiling... It was that same room she had brought Wren to the day the Celestine was taking off, yes that day he had fallen asleep on her lap. "I..."
She shifted her weight on the massive plush mattress as a sharp dull ache immediately flared up in her lower hips and the inner muscles of her thighs.
The soreness was undeniable. It grounded her, pulling her completely out of the hazy fog of sleep.
She looked down at herself and paused. She was no longer wearing that skimpy, damp white towel she had discarded on the floor but she was covered up to her chest by the thick expensive duvet covers.
’Did he?’ Isabel thought, her brown eyes widening a fraction.
Not only did he physically carry her heavy, unconscious body all the way from the cold leather of the massage table over to the primary bed in the Celestine, but he had—
She reached her pale hand down and pulled aside the heavy covers.
She looked at her legs to see herself dressed in a soft, silk skirt that was definitely from her own private closet across the cabin.
Her skin felt smooth and completely dry.
Isabel was quite silent for a bit, her manicured fingers gripping the edge of the silk fabric.
So not only had he brutally fucked her into pure unconsciousness, leaving bright red handprints on her pale ass cheeks, but he had actively taken the time to wipe her down, dress her, and tuck her in as well?
That completely shattered the transactional dynamic she had tried to establish.
It made her grit her teeth as she let out a long shaky sigh into the quiet air-conditioned room.
’Why the hell does he have to be so good...?’ she thought with genuine frustration.
Isabel violently shook her head, scattering the thoughts, as she reached to the side of her luxury mahogany bedside table and lifted the small silver bell.
’That was... That was the best sex I ever had.’
It couldn’t be argued at all.
She had felt all kinds of ways in her brain, her circuits completely frying under the size and relentless stamina of the young man and even the feeling of being Creampied...
Isabel slowly put a hand flat on her bare lower stomach, pressing her palm against her own flesh.
She closed her eyes, trying to vividly remember the exact feeling of all of that hot, boiling semen aggressively entering her sensitive womb.
It was simply... It was simply the best. The sheer filling heat of it was something her Husband had never even come close to providing.
Isabel opened her eyes, her gaze hardening back into her usual boardroom authority.
She reached out with the heavy bell next to her room and rang it once as the sharp clear chime echoed through the penthouse.
A few seconds later, the doors clicked open, making a formally dressed Maid come inside.
The woman immediately stopped at the foot of the bed and bowed deeply, keeping her eyes respectfully averted from the sheets.
"I’m ready to serve you, my lady..." the maid said, her voice completely even.
Isabel didn’t look at her.
She kept her brown eyes locked on the ceiling.
’I need to give him a reward,’ she thought.
...
Wren laid flat on his back on the massive, king-sized bed in his private suite on Ivory Island.
Next to his face, resting on the cool silk pillowcase, was his phone. He had already showered, washed the scent of expensive lavender oil and sex off his skin and changed into a new clean pair of casual clothes.
What he was experiencing right now was simple; He was feeling Post-nut clarity.
He was staring blankly at the pristine white ceiling, listening to the hum of the central air-conditioning.
He wasn’t exactly regretting his actions... the feeling of cumming inside her had been incredible, and the raw dominance of conquering a billionaire was highly addictive but he was deeply contemplating what kind of person he actually was becoming.
He had just raw-dogged a woman old enough to be his mother, specifically because she challenged his ego.
’Regardless, thinking about it won’t change anything...’ Wren thought, letting out a heavy exhale. ’I need to act on it instead.’
He shifted his dark gaze, looking up past the ceiling, specifically at the glowing blue holographic tab hovering directly in front of him.
[Estimated Time Until Completion: 04:00]
Nyx was about to be reawakened, the countdown ticking down the final four minutes of her reboot sequence, and he genuinely couldn’t wait.
Ever since she announced that 20th mission milestone, apart from the sudden, life-threatening Hidden Missions, the system hadn’t given him any normal, everyday relationship missions to complete.
His daily routine felt strangely empty without the constant blue tabs grading his interactions as he missed them quite a bit.
[Ding!]
Wren leaned over to the side, his neck muscles popping slightly, to pick up the device.
He swiped his thumb over the glass screen to see the lock screen alert, and he blinked.
[Bostara United Bank: You have received 1,500,000 Credits from ISB-MERR-CORP-INTL. Available balance updated.]
Wren blinked again, rubbing his thumb hard over his own eyelids to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating the zeros.
He stared at the bright glass.
"What the fuck?" Wren said aloud, his voice cracking in the empty suite. "1.5 mil?..."
Where the hell had a million and a half credits come from? His heart began to hammer a frantic rhythm against his ribs.
He rapidly tapped the screen to open his Bank App, using his thumbprint to bypass the security lock, and looked directly at the detailed transaction history.
Right under the massive comma-separated number, there was a small qttached memo note.
[Note: ...You did moderately well.]
Wren sighed, a mixture of disbelief and amusement washing over him. He dropped his head back onto the pillows. ’This is definitely Isabel...’
And moderately well? He’d like to think he was quite a bit better than just ’moderate’ considering she had literally passed out from the intensity of it, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
But that was exactly her brand of corporate arrogance. She couldn’t just hand him a fortune; she had to insult his performance slightly to protect her bruised ego.
A million and a half credits. His father had sent him a measly 100,000 Credits to completely renovate a two-story commercial resort in Harlow.
Isabel Merrett had just dropped fifteen times that amount into his personal checking account as a casual post-sex tip.
The disgusting wealth of the upper class was mind-boggling.
However, before he could process the massive financial windfall any further, the blue holographic screen floating in front of his eyes suddenly brightened.
The soft blue light flared into a harsh, blinding neon as the digital timer finally reached 100%.
Wren dropped the expensive phone onto the mattress beside his leg.
"Thank you," Wren said aloud to the empty room, acknowledging the money, before sitting up against the headboard. "It’s about time."
He looked directly at the glowing screen as the static cleared and the pixels snapped into focus.
[Would you like to enable Voice Assistance?]
[Y / N]
Wren blinked, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Voice Assistance? What the hell?"
He raised his right arm, extending his index finger to physically tap the floating ’N’ on the hologram.
He didn’t want his System talking out loud when he was trying to sleep but before he could even reach his hand all the way out to choose, the holographic interface glitched as the cursor snapped to the left.
It chose [Y] entirely by itself.
The rectangular prompt immediately dispelled into a shower of bright blue digital particles, scattering into the air and fading away.
Wren lowered his hand with his jaw tightening. "Fucking Troll."
And then a melodic slightly robotic female voice entered his ear directly.
It didn’t sound like it was coming from a speaker; it resonated perfectly inside his own head.
"Voice Assistance is Non-negligible, Host..." Nyx said smugly. "As your assistant, you’ll need to hear my input naturally~"
Wren wasn’t even surprised by the blatant override of his choices. He just sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.
"Is Voice the only thing that came with the update?" Wren asked the empty air.
"Not at all, Host~" Nyx replied smoothly.
A massive new tab appeared in front of his face.
[Upgrades are being Installed!]
[1%.... 10%.... 50%...]
Wren sat down in silence for a bit, leaning his forearms on his knees, watching the digital bar hit the absolute end.
Then, the rectangular tab bloomed outward.
Instead of its usual rigid, blocky rectangle shape that he was used to, the interface expanded and morphed, curving into a sleek highly modernized blue circle.
The UI looked vastly more expensive and refined, matching the luxury of the world he was currently navigating and inside the floating, glowing ring, several distinct sub-menus hovered in the air:
((Status [New]))
((Missions))
((System Bank And Stock Market [Investment Landed!]))
((Store [New]))
((Business [New]))
He had a whole series of brand new tabs with their icons slowly rotating in the air, and he was quite excited to physically check them out.
The Business tab practically pulsed with a golden light however, Wren stopped himself. He looked at the flashing text on the financial tab.
"First things first..." Wren said.
He lifted his hand and tapped the ((System Bank And Stock Market)) icon. The blue circle expanded outward, a new, massive financial interface opening up completely before him.
...
((System Bank))
((Full Balance → 162,340 Credits))
((Withdrawal Tax: 1% — 1,623.4 Credits))
((Spendable if fully withdrawn: 160,716.6 Credits))
((Would you like to Withdraw?))
((You can also dedicate funds straight to your Business System Bank Account))
...
Wren scanned the numbers. The 162k balance was sitting safely in the System, entirely separate from the massive 1.5 million Isabel had just wired to his public, Bostara United account.
He had real liquid capital now.
He scrolled his eyes down the glowing interface to the next flashing section.
((Congratulations Host, your stocks have increased in Value and are ready for withdrawal:))
((-Northwind Energy: 3,000 Credits invested at a +11% return = 3,330 Credits.))
((-Stellaris Tech: 3,000 Credits invested and the stock skyrocketed hitting an +800% return = 27,000 Credits.))
((Would you like to withdraw?))
Wren’s jaw physically dropped. He stared at the bottom line.
"Wait, twenty-seven thousand?" Wren asked, his eyes darting back and forth across the zeroes.
He was quite confused about how Stellaris Tech, a relatively stable computing hardware company had suddenly jumped so aggressively in a mere seven-day lock-in period given that perhaps 7 days had already passed.
That kind of parabolic, 800% growth was something you only saw in illegal pump-and-dump schemes or massive corporate buyouts.
"Allow me to clarify," Nyx’s melodic voice chimed directly into his ear. "It is because they managed to suddenly sign a highly classified multi-billion credit manufacturing contract with the Unitas Aerospace Coalition. The news broke publicly just three hours ago, which is exactly why they skyrocketed."
Wren let out a harsh breath. "Damn."
The reality of the stock market hit him. It wasn’t just numbers on a screen; it was real global events dictating his wallet.
He realized with a sinking feeling in his gut that it was completely random.
"If I had known, I could have put all of my System balance into it," Wren muttered, aggressively rubbing his jaw. "I could have come out with a shit ton of money."
If he had dumped his full 50k into Stellaris before the lock-in, he would be looking at nearly half a million credits in pure profit.
The missed opportunity stung his innate greed.
"You win some, you lose some, Host..." Nyx replied with her voice lacking any actual sympathy. "With my newly upgraded advanced sensors from the reboot, I can now compare global news, corporate wire transfers, and market knowledge in real-time to try and predict the next big one with far more accuracy but risk is always a factor."
"Sure," Wren said, shaking his head to clear the frustration.
A thirty-thousand credit payout from a six-thousand credit bet was still a massive, undeniable win.
He couldn’t be too greedy.
He reached out and dismissed the stock market screen first, the financial data minimizing into the corner of his vision.
He needed to look at the primary reason he had been grinding these missions in the first place. Wren needed to look at the tool that was going to save his dead-end town.
He tapped his finger directly on the glowing golden border of the ((Business)) tab.
The moment his skin made contact with the digital light, all of the other floating circular tabs instantly vanished.
"What the he—" Wren started to say, leaning backward on the bed.
Immediately a massive highly detailed, three-dimensional hologram erupted from the floor directly in front of him.
It was the entirety of Langford Lodge in floating hologram form.
Every single detail was rendered with flawless terrifying accuracy in glowing blue lines. He could see the rusted, slanted roof, the exact cracks in the pavement leading up to the front doors, the overgrown weeds choking the garden, and the warped mahogany wood of the reception desk through the front windows.
It was a perfect, 1:1 scale model of his ruined inheritance spinning slowly in the air.
Several new, intricate control tabs and architectural menus hovered along the sides of the floating building, displaying structural integrity readouts ground floor renovation packages, and staff management grids.
Nyx’s melodic voice echoed in his mind, dropping the playful tone for something entirely serious.
"Welcome to the NTR Business System Host... for real this time."
