Chapter 80: Arrival of NetFuk
The VIP arrival lounge of the Academy Island airport was a sanctuary of glass, chrome, and oppressive luxury. Even for those accustomed to the finest things in life, the lounge felt like a statement of power. As the pneumatic doors hissed open, two women stepped through, their presence immediately commanding the attention of everyone in the room.
Angela “Angie” Ross led the way, her stride confident and her eyes scanning the environment with a predator’s precision. Beside her was Valentina “Tina,” whose expression was one of cool, detached elegance.
“Oh, I can feel it already,” Angie murmured, her voice dropping to a low, humming register. She paused, her nostrils flaring as she took a deep breath of the salt-tinged air. A predatory glint sparked in her eyes. “The tension in the air… it’s thick, electric. It smells like a profitable venture. I can almost taste the numbers.”
Tina let out a soft, amused sigh, her voice a smooth, rich contralto that sounded like velvet. She shifted her weight, her expression one of cool, detached elegance. “I’m just excited to be away from the office for a week, Angie. I thought the point of this trip was to ‘get away’ from the grind, not to bring the boardroom with us to a different time zone.”
Angie shot her a playful, sharp look, one eyebrow arched in amusement. “Don’t spoil my mood, Tina. You know as well as I do that ‘getting away’ for us usually involves finding a new way to dominate a market.” She stepped closer, her shoulder brushing against Tina’s. “Besides, you’re only pretending to be exhausted. I saw the way you looked at the flight itinerary. You’re just as curious as I am about this ‘Prime’ phenomenon.”
Tina chuckled, a small, private sound. “Curiosity isn’t the same as work, darling. I just prefer my excitement to come with a side of room service and a very large bathtub.”
“Typical,” Angie teased, a smirk playing on her lips. “You want the luxury, I want the thrill. But that’s why we work, isn’t it? You keep me grounded, and I keep you from getting too bored with your champagne and silk robes.”
Tina leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper that was half-tease, half-challenge. “And here I thought you just liked the way I look when I’m bored.”
Angie laughed, a low, hungry sound. “Oh, I do. But the hype around this Jun is something else entirely. We aren’t just here for a vacation, Tina; we’re here to see if the hype is real. If he’s actually the predator the data suggests, this trip will be the most exciting week of our year.”
The two women shared a look—a brief, intimate exchange of glances that spoke of years of partnership and shared secrets. They were lovers, partners in business, and perfectly synchronized in their expectations.
“So,” Tina asked, her voice trailing off as they walked toward the exit. “What’s on the agenda? I assume you didn’t fly halfway across the world just to look at the scenery.”
“I’ve already made an appointment with Sora,” Angie replied, a smirk playing on her lips. “And honestly? I can’t wait to see Jun in person. During my call with Sora yesterday, I could hear her struggling to hold back these pathetic, needy moans. It was delicious.” She chuckled, a low, hungry sound. “I just hope the man is a predator, like I suspect. I’m so tired of the wimpy boys we usually deal with—men who think a little bit of confidence makes them a king.”
Tina nodded in agreement, her expression turning slightly sour. “Ugh, don’t remind me. The men in our current NetFuk show are an absolute disaster. They start demanding higher percentages and ‘creative control’ the moment they get a few million views, yet their performance is just as wimpy as their dicks. Quick shots, no stamina, and zero presence. It’s exhausting.”
“It’s the ‘Idol’ syndrome,” Angie added, her voice dripping with disdain. “They spend so much time grooming their image and practicing their ‘sexy’ faces in the mirror that they forget how to actually fuck. They’re all about the aesthetic of desire, but the moment they’re inside a woman, they collapse. I’ve seen the raw footage, Tina. Half of them are shaking with nerves, and the other half are out of breath after three minutes. It’s a joke.”
Tina let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “I remember that one ‘star’ from the last series. He spent twenty minutes talking about his ‘technique’ during the interview, then lasted barely ninety seconds in the bedroom. I could almost hear the disappointment in the girl’s breathing. They have these oversized egos, but their endurance is pathetic. They’re basically children in adult bodies—all talk, no thrust, and a finish that happens before the woman has even stopped thinking about her day.”
“Exactly,” Angie agreed, her eyes narrowing. “They’re ‘performers,’ not predators. They do what the script tells them to do, but they have no instinct. No raw, animalistic drive to completely overwhelm their partner. That’s why this Jun is so intriguing. If he’s actually a Prime with the stamina and girth the data suggests, he won’t need a script. He’ll just… take what he wants.”
Tina sighed, her gaze drifting toward the limousine. “God, I’m actually getting aroused just thinking about a man who doesn’t need a timer to finish. Let’s hope he’s as monstrous in the bedroom as the rumors say.”
As they reached the transportation area, a sleek, black luxury limousine waited for them. The chauffeur opened the door with a synchronized bow.
“Where exactly are we heading?” Tina asked, glancing at the tinted windows.
Angie checked her phone, her eyes flicking over the digital itinerary. “The Sovereign Grand Hotel & Resorts. A bit cliché, but I suppose it’s the only place on this island that meets my standards.”
As the car glided silently away from the airport and toward the heart of the island, Tina pulled out her own tablet, scrolling through a heavily encrypted file. “I’ve been re-watching Jun’s first-time movie with Sora,” she noted, her voice thoughtful. “It’s rare for a Prime’s first encounter to be screened publicly, but the numbers are staggering. The reviews aren’t just positive; they’re obsessed. His performance was… top notch. He has a way of commanding the scene that you just don’t see anymore.”
Angie leaned back into the leather seat, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery. “I’ve seen the clips. He’s certainly a natural. But I reserve my final judgment until I see him in the flesh. Performance on a screen is one thing; the real-world presence is where the truth lies.”
Tina scrolled further, her eyes narrowing as she studied the dossiers. “His women are the real anomaly. Sora Tsukamoto and Mei Lin—a CEO and a Triad heiress. Powerhouses. And now, the one involved in the upcoming recording… Hana Lee. The ‘Nation’s Sweetheart.’ Top-ranking streamer in South Korea.” Tina looked at Angie, her voice laced with genuine intrigue. “He’s not just collecting beauties; he’s collecting influence. He’s building a miniature empire of the most powerful women in East Asia.”
Angie leaned back, her gaze thoughtful. “It’s a fascinating psychological play. Usually, women like Sora and Mei are the ones holding the leash. They’re used to being the most powerful person in any room they enter. They don’t just lead; they dominate. For them to submit to one man—and to do so with such apparent devotion—it speaks volumes about whatever Jun is providing.”
“It’s more than just virility,” Tina mused, her finger tracing the screen. “It’s the contrast. Look at them. Sora is the ‘Iron Lady’ of Japanese corporate power. Mei Lin is the shadow-queen of the Shanghai Triads. And Hana… she’s the face of a generation. These are women who are accustomed to being worshipped or feared. To find a man who can not only handle that level of ego but make them want to surrender… that’s the real feat.”
Angie smirked, a predatory glint returning to her eyes. “It’s the ‘Apex’ effect. The most powerful women are naturally drawn to the most powerful man. If Jun can tame a CEO, a Triad heiress, and a national idol all at once, he isn’t just a ‘Prime Candidate.’ He’s a force of nature. He’s creating a gravity that these women can’t escape.”
Tina sighed, a flicker of longing crossing her face. “I wonder what it feels like. To be that kind of woman—someone who controls everything—and finally find a man who can make her feel completely, utterly powerless.”
“That’s exactly what we’re going to find out,” Angie replied, her voice humming with anticipation. “Because if Jun can do that for the elites of Asia, imagine what he could do for us. This isn’t just a business trip anymore, Tina. This is a hunt for the gold standard of masculinity.”
“That’s exactly why he’s interesting,” Angie replied, a small, hungry smile appearing on her lips.
As the limousine turned a final corner, the towering, gold-leafed facade of The Sovereign Grand Hotel & Resorts came into view, its sprawling luxury dominating the skyline.