Mavi clenched his teeth slightly but remained composed before asking the girl, "So, what do you want?"
Catherine smiled faintly upon hearing his question. Then, playing hard to get, she replied, "I don't want anything. After all, your legs are your own, not mine. But look at me—I reek of alcohol. How am I supposed to go home like this?"
"Take a shower, and then you'll be able to go home," Mavi countered without hesitation. He was no lust-driven fool who would let a woman manipulate him.
"Will you help me wash?" Catherine asked with a teasing smile.
As a man—especially one who had been given a second chance at life—Mavi knew that backing down now would be a waste of the precious opportunity fate had granted him.
"Sure, I'll help you," he said. Without another word, he decisively bent down, grabbed Catherine's long, slender legs, and hoisted her onto his shoulder, her rear end facing upward.
"Ah~"
Catherine let out a startled cry as Mavi carried her straight to the edge of the pool. With a playful smirk, he asked, "So? Do you still want me to help you wash?"
Catherine, slung over his shoulder and unable to struggle, found herself in an embarrassing position, her perky backside sticking out as their companions watched with amusement. Unfazed, she defiantly challenged him, "Go ahead, if you have the guts—throw me in."
Amused by her stubbornness, Mavi chuckled. Then, without warning, he lifted his left hand and gave her firm, round backside a solid smack.
"Smack!"
The crisp sound was incredibly satisfying—both to the ear and to the touch.
Catherine bit her lip in embarrassment, her long, beautiful legs kicking feebly against Mavi's shoulder. But after a moment, she ran out of energy and let them dangle again. The whole scene was both amusing and enticing.
But just then, a mischievous girl—either emboldened by alcohol or high on something stronger—decided to take advantage of the moment. While Mavi was distracted, she sneaked up behind them and suddenly pushed them both into the pool.
"Splash!"
Caught off guard, Mavi plunged into the water, dragging Catherine down with him.
However, Catherine quickly freed herself and, taking advantage of her swimming skills, flipped gracefully like a mermaid underwater. Seizing her chance for "revenge," she reached out and wrapped her arms around Mavi's neck.
Feeling something soft pressing against him, Mavi instinctively tried to stand up. But before he could, Catherine suddenly leaned in and pressed her lips against his.
Foreign women were so bold!
This was the first time Mavi had been kissed and teased like this in a swimming pool. The sensation was exhilarating.
When he finally surfaced, wiping water from his face, he realized that the entire poolside party had descended into a scene of wild indulgence.
Men and women alike had started flirting freely, their inhibitions completely stripped away by alcohol and desire. Some women, caught up in the moment, even shed their bikini tops without a care, putting themselves on full display for everyone to admire. The party had reached an entirely new level of debauchery.
Such an extravagant, uninhibited scene could only be found in the world of the rich—something even adult films couldn't fully capture. Unlike the actresses in AV movies, the women here were all tall, stunning, and naturally beautiful—completely outclassing those who worked in the adult industry.
Catherine ran a hand through her wet blonde hair, then leaned in close and whispered seductively in Mavi's ear, "Handsome, how about we go upstairs and take a hot shower together?"
Having been granted a second shot at life, Mavi had no intention of playing the gentleman. That would be a disgrace to the golden opportunity he had been given. So, without hesitation, he followed Catherine upstairs to one of the villa's bedrooms.
As soon as the door closed, Catherine wasted no time unbuttoning Mavi's wet dress shirt. Her eyes gleamed with appreciation and desire as she took in his chiseled physique.
"Do you like what you see?" Mavi asked, grateful for the genetic gifts left to him by the original Russian Mavi—not just immense wealth but also an incredible body and striking looks. He was practically a walking weapon of seduction.
"I do," Catherine replied with a playful smile, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest and abs.
As she moved closer, Mavi could feel her quickening breath and see the excitement in her eyes.
Before he could react, Catherine suddenly pinned him against the door, rising onto her tiptoes while grabbing the collar of his shirt. Clearly, their kiss in the pool hadn't been enough for her—she wanted more.
Feeling the warmth of her body and the softness pressed against him, Mavi felt a powerful surge of desire. But this wasn't just any ordinary lust—it was the raw, primal hunger that burned within his new Russian body.
And so, with no further hesitation, Mavi and Catherine melted into a deep, passionate kiss.
As the moment escalated, Catherine's hands moved to unfasten Mavi's pants while slipping off her own damp clothing, revealing her flawless, snow-white body.
At this point, there was no turning back. The arrow was drawn—the only thing left was to release it. Holding back now would mean he was no man at all.
…
By the time Mavi opened his eyes the next day, it was already noon.
Beside him, Catherine was still sound asleep.
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