The Wife Is A Superstar 4

Chapter 798 - Pathetic Obsession

Platinum Sky Condominium.

Rimsky-Korsakov's "Scheherazade, Op. 35" flowed throughout the sleek, modern, almost empty penthouse. The rich and exciting melody washed over Jiyong like a potent incense, intoxicating him until all thoughts were temporarily emptied out of his mind.

It was just him and the music. His sister had long inspired him to use music as a form of meditation whenever traditional meditating failed.

He was at his newest condo unit. The old man, Grandpa, owned all Platinum Sky buildings and properties in the country and across Asia. It was a bigger real estate company than his sister's Gold Heights company.

The old man dumped several Platinum Sky buildings to him, including this newly-built condo, and ordered him to manage them. Jiyong accepted the task because he needed several new, safe hide-outs for his group, Shadow Winds.

The authorities were now starting to pay attention to his group, especially since they already eliminated quite a lot of local gangs and triad groups across the country while also taking over their area of influence. Although the authorities had no concrete information about Shadow Winds, they now knew that there was a new power in the country's underworld.

For now, they were still labelled as a vigilante group but Jiyong knew that once the authorities felt threatened by them—which might come sooner than expected—then the official hunt would start. However, he wasn't worried. His subordinates' overall skills had improved a great deal and they had accumulated plenty of resources to prepare for various contingency plans. His group was more prepared to face almost anything.

Compared to a criminal empire like the Vetrov organization, Shadow Winds could only be considered a small group. Leading a small group like this was nothing but child's play to him. He didn't fear the international authorities back when he was still Nikolai Vetrov, so why should he start fearing this country's authorities, especially now that he had a different identity in the underworld as the mysterious Mr. Z?

Nevertheless, the Vetrov annihilation left a deep impact on him. He learned the lesson of never growing complacent in the harshest possible way—through death. He swore that what happened in his past life wouldn't happen again in this life.

The symphonic suite finally finished playing. Silence descended in the penthouse. Jiyong opened his eyes from his reclining position on the couch, his natural night vision allowing him to see everything clearly despite the darkness in the spacious living room.

'One day, I'll find those bastards who annihilated us. I'll do to them what they did to us a thousand-fold. I won't stop until this revenge is completed.'

It was better to focus on thoughts of revenge right now because if he didn't, Jisoo would fill his mind once again. He started to feel restless again but this time, it had nothing to do with the remnant but his own lust instead.

He tried fucking other more beautiful and sexier women than her in the past few days. His body would react like normal at first but when it was time to do the actual deed, his erection would soften.

It was like his penis was telling him that it didn't want to enter any other women except for her. Once it tasted her, it didn't want anybody else. Jiyong found this unacceptable.

Since his manhood wouldn't cooperate whenever he was about to enter other women, he could only slake a part of his lust through blowjobs. His manhood would stay hard long enough for that, at least.

However, getting blowjobs from those women had been immensely unsatisfying, and worse, he had to close his eyes and focus in order to get through the entire process. As a result, he could only last for a couple of minutes at most.

His worst record had been last night which only lasted for a shameful ten seconds. Ten fucking seconds! And that was because he refused to think about her at all.

After that, he couldn't take it anymore. How could he allow his pride as a man to take the same blow over and over again in front of those women? It was the first time that he had ever felt so embarrassed in his entire life. At this rate, he might end up suffering from erectile dysfunction. For the first time in history, he panicked about his sex life.

"Damn you."

Then his face twisted in disbelief as he looked down at his groin. What the hell?

Lo and behold!

An erection!

Shit.

He was just thinking about the damn woman and his manhood was already raring its excited head. This was ridiculous! He groaned and gritted his teeth.

This was definitely a test of his willpower and discipline. He knew that if he gave in to temptation and touched himself while thinking about her, he might end up becoming obsessed with her.

There was no way that he, Nikolai Vetrov, would allow himself to develop a pathetic obsession with a woman. No way in hell!

Fucking Miss Prim and Proper was a huge mistake. He never should have propositioned a one-night stand with her in the first place. Now he had to suffer the consequences of his poor decision back then. And the worst consequence might just possibly be erectile dysfunction for the rest of his life.

The large, flat-screen TV turned on all of a sudden, interrupting his lust-filled thoughts. He sat up and went on automatic high-alert mode.

A cat appeared on the screen. He narrowed his eyes before releasing an annoyed breath.

"Kid, I already told you to stop pestering me. And what's with that new appearance? Tired of being white? Are you in your rebellious period now and prefer to wear black? Don't cause trouble for your mother."