Triple the Pleasure

Mr. and Mrs. Jones were a black-and-white couple. Both were on their second marriage, and their children were of mixed racial heritage.

Mixed-race children came in all sorts of looks, and most actually weren't much to look at, like Toby. A rare few turned out exceptional, like the black girl named Cynthia before him.

Her skin wasn't entirely black but leaned toward brown. Her hair was in dreadlocks, her face was quite pretty, and her skin was very smooth.

The main point was her ample breasts and full hips.

She plopped down at the top of Lin Rui's thighs, warm and full, then thrust her chest forward and pressed down, radiating heat. Finally, she leaned in for a wet kiss, truly sending his blood rushing downward and making his scalp explode.

"My name's Cynthia." Only after kissing him did the hot black girl introduce herself. "I'm Toby's older sister. If you can straighten that idiot out, I'll definitely reward you."

"My name's Leon." Lin Rui wanted to shake her hand, but she had him pinned beneath her. His hands could either wrap around her waist or cup her bottom, and neither seemed quite appropriate.

"Don't you want to know what the reward will be?" The black girl was clearly delighted. "As long as Toby gets one B on his next exams, I'll give you..."

She loosely curled her right hand and gently pumped it, smiling slyly.

"If Toby gets an A, I'll upgrade... to..." The black girl parted her lips slightly, brought her loosely curled hand to her mouth, and repeatedly pushed her tongue against the inside of her cheek.

"If your teaching is good enough to get Toby into the top five in his class, I'll sleep with you outright." The black girl unleashed her finishing move.

Lin Rui was astonished.

It wasn't as though he'd never slept with a Western girl. He also knew that when Western girls let loose, the tides rose and fell, and the waves could halt a speeding boat.

But this sort of "reward" promised to motivate her little brother... could she be using it to scam him into sex?

After making her promises, Cynthia happily went upstairs to her room.

She didn't forget to tell Toby, "Having someone keep you in line is a good thing. If you screw this up, don't blame me for kicking you in the balls."

Toby was on the verge of tears.

Lin Rui wiped the lipstick off his mouth, turned toward Mr. Jones beside him, and asked, "Your daughter... is pretty enthusiastic. Aren't you going to stop her?"

Mr. Jones had looked gloomy all along, but now he burst into a rare hearty laugh. "Stop her? Why would I stop her?

"If this really motivates you to turn Toby into something resembling a normal person, Cynthia won't be losing out by sleeping with you.

"Why don't you seriously consider dating Cynthia? Just use protection and don't get her pregnant.

"If you two can stay together long-term, I'd mind even less. I'd actually be happy.

"After all, once kids grow up, they'll go looking for the opposite sex. I can't control that. Sleeping with you is better than letting those drug-taking, tattooed, street-racing punks have her.

"You should know, my daughter isn't some street slut. She got into the Bronx High School of Science through her own ability.

"That's one of New York's three most famous public high schools. Do you know how hard it is to get in?

"That high school has produced nine Nobel Prize winners. Its graduates can pretty much get into prestigious universities on full scholarships.

"With such a wonderful daughter, the whole family's hopes rest on her. I'm really afraid of some punk latching on to her."

Talking about Cynthia, Mr. Jones positively glowed with pride, his face flushed as he talked on and on. The way he looked at Lin Rui was even more like a father-in-law looking at his son-in-law.

He even lowered his voice. "I promise you, Cynthia most likely hasn't dated a boy before. She's very proud, and ordinary men don't catch her eye."

Lin Rui kept getting taken aback. "You can't guarantee that one hundred percent?"

Mr. Jones curled his lip. "How could I guarantee it one hundred percent? Who can keep teenagers under control? Especially when Cynthia's this pretty. The men who like her could form a long line."

In Mr. Jones's eyes, Lin Rui was a promising investment-clean, respectable, free of bad habits, and backed by the old pastor's reputation.

"Hmm... I'll think about it." Lin Rui didn't agree outright.

"Just think about it? Do you have a girlfriend already? Didn't you just arrive in the United States? What do you do when you have needs? You can't just bottle it up. Don't tell me you do everything by hand? That's not very good."

"When I was your age, I was practically a male dog in heat, thinking all day about how to pick up pretty girls."

"Ah... I get it. You Asians are all very shy. Here, let me teach you. Courting my daughter is simple.

"You already meet the most basic requirement. At least Cynthia doesn't dislike you.

"Next, you should take the initiative. How about staying at our house under the pretext of tutoring Toby? Spend your days and nights together, and sparks are bound to fly."

Mr. Jones had probably drunk too much. He draped an arm over Lin Rui's shoulders and talked without end.

But just as the two got talking, the living room door opened, and another white young woman walked in, with a sizzling figure and a revealing outfit.

She was two or three years older than Cynthia. After greeting Mr. Jones, she likewise headed straight upstairs, only to run back down screaming less than half a minute later, calling:

"Toby, Toby! Is Toby still home?"

Wearing an apron, Toby was mopping with a miserable expression. He looked pitifully at his second-oldest sister. "Samantha, help me. My arms are aching to death.

"I haven't eaten yet. I'm hungry. I'm being abused."

The second young woman hurried into the living room and asked her father what had happened. After hearing Mr. Jones's explanation, she too stepped forward, straddled Lin Rui, and pinned him directly to the sofa.

"Kid, well done. Welcome to the family. This house needs someone to manage it, or it'll be a pigsty.

"Twenty dollars an hour is a little too cheap. You'd never hire a good tutor for that.

"How about this? I'll make it up to you.

"If you can get Toby to score a B, I'll reward you with...; if he gets an A, the reward gets upgraded to...; if he gets into the top five in his class, you can sleep with me."

The same words and the same gestures were repeated all over again.

Lin Rui went numb. Then Samantha held his head and gave him a wet kiss. The white girl smiled seductively. "That's an advance payment. I guarantee you won't regret it."

Samantha had the same figure as Cynthia, only even bigger, rounder, and more tempting.

Now Mr. Jones grew a little restless and couldn't help reminding her, "Samantha, your sister Cynthia just offered the same rewards."

"Really?" Samantha wasn't surprised at all. She merely smiled at Lin Rui. "Kid, I keep my word. You're getting double the pleasure."

She also gave Toby a stern warning. "Your last chance at salvation is here. Don't screw it up.

"I hope that one day I can be proud of you, instead of getting a phone call in the middle of the night and having to rush to the police station to post your bail, or to the morgue to identify your body."

Toby already wanted to cry but had no tears left.

Samantha went upstairs to her room as well.

But Mr. Jones was starting to lose his composure-his third daughter's enthusiasm was one thing, but why was his second daughter acting the same way?

Losing one was enough. Losing two was really too much of a loss.

He hurriedly said, "Leon, look... why don't we call it a day? It's getting late, and Toby's done pretty well. Shouldn't you head home? Pastor Borg might be worried about you."

It was almost nine, which really wasn't early.

Lin Rui also felt he'd made a good start and could go home, then return tomorrow. But at this hour, the neighborhood was already becoming a little dangerous. He needed a car to take him back.

Mr. Jones was injured and had trouble even walking, so he couldn't drive. Lin Rui could drive, but he had neither a license nor a car.

Besides that...

Before Lin Rui could think of a solution, the living room door opened again, and Mr. Jones's eldest daughter, Andrea, came home.

She was a pretty young woman of twenty-four or twenty-five. After a busy day out, she swayed her way home, filled with exhaustion and drowsiness.

After coming inside, she didn't go upstairs. Instead, she sat on the sofa right beside Lin Rui, casually took the beer bottle from his hand, and drank straight from it.

"Dad, how are you doing today?"

"I'm all right. Same as yesterday." Mr. Jones's gaze wandered. Seeing his eldest daughter pressed right up against Lin Rui made him especially nervous.

Losing two was already bad enough. Was he going to lose three?

After quite a while, the dazed Andrea seemed to wake from a dream and lazily asked, "Who mopped the floor? The house is so clean today."

As though resigned to his fate, Toby took a sandwich from the fridge on his own, put it in the microwave along with a bottle of milk, heated them for two minutes, and handed them to his eldest sister.

Andrea accepted the sandwich and milk. Only then did she notice the apron her brother was wearing and ask curiously, "Toby, are you doing housework?"

"Yes," Toby answered, and even took the initiative to introduce Lin Rui. "This is the tutor Mom hired for twenty dollars an hour.

"He made me do housework. Honestly, I don't like it much. But Samantha and Cynthia both threatened me and warned me not to screw this up."

"My dear little brother, you've suddenly grown up." Andrea put down her sandwich, reached out to hug Toby, then turned to look at Lin Rui.

"My name's Leon," Lin Rui introduced himself. The next second, Andrea pounced, pushed him down, and kissed him.

"Wait, don't do this. Let me finish." Lin Rui struggled with his hands and feet but couldn't break free. "I have my dignity too, mmph, mmph... don't suck on my tongue."

Andrea teased him lazily. "Leon, right? What reward would you like? I can give you anything."

As though jolted, Mr. Jones hurriedly shouted, "Andrea, don't promise anything. Your two sisters are already planning to reward this kid. There's absolutely no need for you to..."

But Andrea smiled alluringly. "You've met Samantha and Cynthia? How do I compare? Which one do you like? Or... do you like all three?"

Lin Rui had no answer.

Andrea continued with a smile, "I know you men. You definitely want us all. It's fine. Whatever my two sisters promised, I'll give you the same reward. Triple the pleasure."

Cynthia was a D, Samantha was an E, and Andrea was an F. All three sisters had fairly large frames, but they kept their figures in good shape, with slender branches bearing plentiful fruit.

Mr. Jones took the initiative to speak "for" Lin Rui. "Stop messing with this kid. He doesn't look all that strong. Triple the pleasure will kill him."

With such generous treatment, it would have been a little rude for Lin Rui not to take a stand now. Gritting his teeth, he solemnly pledged, "It's a deal. Triple the pleasure!"

Late that night, when Mrs. Jones came home from working two jobs, she was so exhausted she was practically drained dry.

As she pushed open the door, she was still debating whether to throw her exhausted body straight into bed or tackle the housework that had piled up over several days while her head was still somewhat clear.

But when she saw the gleam of the living room floor, she nearly thought she'd entered the wrong house. She looked around for quite a while and only confirmed it was her home after recognizing her husband sitting on the sofa.

"Stephen, did you mop the floor?" Mrs. Jones asked her husband.

Mr. Jones was suffering from his injury. The painkillers were growing less and less effective, making restful sleep impossible.

He glanced at his wife and shook his head. "Toby did it. He also cleaned the kitchen and made dinner."

"Toby?" Mrs. Jones was even more surprised. "He actually agreed to do housework?"

"Our children have been raised with love from the time they were little, and they don't even know how to live. But that Asian kid you hired gave Toby a fierce scolding and scared him."

Mr. Jones shrugged and reflected, "Maybe there really is something wrong with the way we've raised them. Not only does Toby not do housework, neither do our three older daughters.

"If they encounter even greater difficulties someday, I can't imagine how they'll live.

"You know my injury probably won't heal, and the medical bills will only keep growing. And we have no savings."

Grief immediately appeared on Mrs. Jones's face. She went over and hugged her husband, who was suffering from his injury, and comforted him. "You'll get better. Our whole family will get better.

"If worst comes to worst, I'll take another job. Medical work on the night shift after midnight pays more. We'll definitely get through the difficulties in front of us."

"Darling, you're already at your limit. If you keep pushing, you'll work yourself into the ground. Only God can help us now." Mr. Jones shook his head.

"Oh, right, that Leon didn't leave. I originally wanted Andrea to drive him home, but she said she was too tired and didn't want to go out.

"He's staying in the guest room. I'm a little worried. Our three daughters are far too enthusiastic about that kid. He seems... very popular with girls."