*March 11, 1986, Mumbai, India – Afternoon*
Raj Mehra lounged in the sun-drenched rooftop terrace of his Bandra villa, the vast expanse of the Arabian Sea stretching out before him like a canvas of endless blue. The terrace was his private oasis—a sprawling space with a infinity-edge swimming pool that seemed to merge with the ocean horizon, cushioned loungers scattered around, and potted palms swaying gently in the breeze. The sun beat down relentlessly, its rays soaking into Raj's skin, charging the Sun God Body he'd acquired some hours ago. He felt the energy humming through his veins, a subtle warmth that promised immortality, de-aging, and boundless vitality. At 21, his body was already a masterpiece—enhanced by the JS-1 Medicine to superhuman levels: 100x stamina, twice a bull's strength, ten times a cat's reflexes, five times a cheetah's speed. He could dodge bullets, run at 600 km/h, and now, with the Sun God Body, sustain it all through solar power. But even gods had their indulgences.
Today, he had hired 2 secretory Pooja and Kajal Agarwal, his personal secretary, for a "stress relief" session. She straddled his back on the mattress laid out by the pool, her hands slick with warm, scented oil, kneading his muscles with expert precision. Kajal was a vision—her curvaceous figure poured into a skimpy black bikini that left little to the imagination, her long hair cascading down her back like a dark waterfall. At 24, she was bold, seductive, and utterly devoted to pleasing Raj, knowing her role extended far beyond office duties. Her fingers worked deep into his shoulders, easing knots from the morning's intense workout, while the sunlight bathed them both, charging Raj's body like a battery.
"This feels incredible, Kajal," Raj murmured, his voice a low rumble of contentment. He lay face-down, arms folded under his head, the oil glistening on his chiseled back. The pool's water lapped gently nearby, and the distant hum of Mumbai's traffic was a faint whisper compared to the intimacy of the moment.
Kajal leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his skin as she applied more pressure, her breath warm on his ear. "Anything for you, boss," she purred, her hands sliding lower, teasing the waistband of his swim trunks. "You work so hard—building empires, outsmarting those gangsters. Let me take care of you." Her fingers dipped under the fabric, massaging his lower back with slow, deliberate circles, her touch igniting sparks of desire.
Raj chuckled, closing his eyes. "You know just how to unwind me. Keep going—deeper." The Sun God Body amplified every sensation, the oil's warmth merging with the solar charge, making his skin tingle with energy. He felt invincible, eternal—his lifespan extended to 500 years by JS-1, and now infinitely more with solar conversion. *Priya and Jyoti will share this gift,* he thought, a smile tugging at his lips. *Every touch, every intimate moment, adds weeks to their lives, enhances their beauty. We're building forever.*
Kajal's hands ventured bolder, slipping fully under his trunks, her nails grazing his skin. "Boss, you're so tense here," she whispered, her voice husky. "Let me help release it all." She shifted, her thighs pressing against his sides, the bikini fabric barely containing her curves. Raj groaned softly, the massage turning more erotic, her fingers exploring with intent.
The door to the terrace burst open with a slam that echoed like a gunshot. Raj's enhanced reflexes had him tensing instantly, but before he could react, Priya Menon stormed in, her face a thundercloud of fury. At 20, she was a force—her wet hair from a recent shower framing her sharp features, a towel wrapped around her body, her eyes blazing with betrayal. She took in the scene—Raj on the mattress, Kajal straddling him, hands intimately placed—and her anger ignited like dry tinder.
"You bastard!" Priya screamed, her voice cutting through the air. She charged forward, her bare foot lashing out in a swift kick that connected with Kajal's side. Kajal yelped, tumbling off Raj and splashing into the pool with a resounding splash, water erupting like a geyser.
Raj bolted upright, shock rippling through him. "Priya! What the hell?" He scrambled to his feet, his swim trunks askew, staring at his lover in disbelief. Kajal surfaced in the pool, gasping and sputtering, her bikini askew, fear widening her eyes as she clung to the edge.
Priya rounded on Raj, her chest heaving, fists clenched. "What am I doing? What are *you* doing with this bitch?" she spat, her voice trembling with rage and hurt. Tears glistened in her eyes, but her stance was defiant, a storm of jealousy and possessiveness. "I come back from the office early, thinking of surprising you, and I find *this*? Her hands all over you? How long has this been going on, Raj?"
Raj's heart pounded—not from fear of her anger, but from the raw pain in her voice. His enhanced senses picked up every nuance: her elevated pulse, the quiver in her lips, the scent of her shampoo mixed with fury. "Priya, darling, calm down," he said, stepping toward her, hands raised placatingly. "It's not what you think. She's just—"
"Just what? Your personal toy?" Priya interrupted, her voice cracking. "I trusted you, Raj! We have our pact—you, me, Jyoti. No one else! And now this slut's grinding on you like some cheap massage parlor girl?"
Kajal, dripping wet and shivering, pulled herself from the pool, her bikini clinging transparently. She glanced at Priya's furious glare and backed away, fear etched on her face. Raj turned to her, his voice firm but gentle. "Kajal, go change. There's clothes in the side room—women's outfits in the wardrobe. Dry off and wait downstairs."
Kajal nodded frantically, grabbing a towel from a lounger. "Y-yes, boss," she stammered, her voice trembling. As she scurried away, she shot a fearful glance at Priya. *That woman's kick... next time, she might throw me off the building,* she thought, vanishing through the door.
Raj faced Priya, his expression softening. "Darling, please—listen. Kajal's just my secretary. Personal stuff, yes, but it's nothing serious. I only love you—and Jyoti. You're the ones in my heart. She's... time pass. A distraction. Believe me."
Priya's anger simmered, her eyes searching his. "Time pass? That's supposed to make it better? I feel like a fool, Raj. We built this together—your empire, our life. And you bring her here?"
Raj stepped closer, cupping her face gently, his enhanced strength controlled to a feather touch. "I swear, Priya—it's you I come home to. You and Jyoti are my world. Let me show you." Before she could protest, he scooped her up effortlessly, her towel slipping slightly as he carried her princess-style toward the side room attached to the terrace—a private suite with a king bed, en-suite bath, and mirrored walls.
Priya struggled in his arms, her fists pounding his chest weakly. "Put me down! I'm not in the mood for your games, Raj! I'm angry—hurt!"
Raj kicked the door open, the room's cool air a contrast to the terrace heat. Kajal was in the attached bathroom, the door ajar, water running as she changed. Raj ignored it, tossing Priya onto the bed with gentle force. She bounced on the mattress, her towel unraveling to reveal her naked form, still damp from her shower. "Raj, stop—" she started, but he was on her in an instant, his lips crashing against hers in a fierce, possessive kiss.
Priya resisted at first, her hands pushing against his chest, muffled protests lost in the kiss. "Mmmph—no!" But Raj's enhanced stamina and strength held her, his body pinning hers without crushing, his tongue invading with insistent passion. His hands roamed—one tangling in her wet hair, the other sliding down her side, caressing her hip. The kiss deepened, his lips demanding submission, and slowly, Priya's struggles weakened, her body betraying her anger as heat built between them.
Breaking the kiss, Raj hovered over her, his breath hot on her neck. "You think I don't love you? Let me prove it." He nipped at her earlobe, his hand cupping her breast, thumb circling the nipple until it hardened.
Priya gasped, her voice a mix of anger and desire. "Raj... stop. I'm mad at you." But her body arched into his touch, her hands clutching his shirt.
"You can be mad later," he whispered, trailing kisses down her neck, his free hand parting her thighs. "Right now, feel how much I need you." He positioned himself, his 7-inch erection—enhanced by JS-1—pressing against her entrance.
Priya's eyes widened as he thrust in, filling her completely. "Ahh... Raj... how—it's bigger!" she moaned, her anger fracturing under pleasure. "What... happened?"
Raj grinned, beginning a slow rhythm, his hips rolling with controlled power. "American medicine—imported, rare. Makes me stronger, longer. Only seven people in the world have it. Limited edition—just 7 inches now, thicker too." He lied smoothly, hiding the system's truth, his thrusts deepening.
Priya's moans grew, her nails raking his back. "Oh god... it feels... amazing. But... I'm still mad!" She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer despite her words.
Raj laughed breathlessly, flipping her onto her side for a new angle, one hand on her hip, the other teasing her clit. "Mad? Let me fuck it out of you." The bed creaked as he pounded harder, her cries filling the room— "Yes... deeper!" Position after position: missionary with her legs pinned, doggy style as he slapped her ass lightly, cowgirl where she rode him wildly, her breasts bouncing. Against the wall, her back pressed to it, legs around his waist; on the floor, her on top reverse, grinding desperately. Spooning on the rug, his hand between her legs; standing with her bent over the dresser, mirrors reflecting their passion.
Two hours blurred—sweat-slicked bodies, endless moans, multiple orgasms wracking Priya until she trembled, exhausted. "Raj... I can't... more," she panted, collapsing. Raj, with 100x stamina, had cummed only once, his control absolute. He held her, kissing her forehead as she drifted to sleep, a satisfied smile on her lips.
Rising, Raj glanced at the bathroom door—ajar, faint sounds within. He pushed it open, finding Kajal on the floor, her new clothes half-on, hand between her legs. She'd heard everything—the moans, the cries—and couldn't resist, masturbating furiously for two hours.
Raj's eyes darkened with desire. "Couldn't wait?" He scooped her up, throwing her onto the bed beside the sleeping Priya. Kajal gasped, eyes wide with fear and arousal. "Boss... I—"
"Quiet," Raj commanded, stripping her quickly. He thrust into her, her moans joining the room's echoes. Positions mirrored Priya's: doggy, missionary, against the wall—two hours of relentless passion, Kajal's cries sharp and pleading. She tired faster, collapsing beside Priya.
Priya stirred, eyes opening to the scene. Fury flashed. "Raj! Another woman—in our bed?"
Raj pulled her close, kissing her deeply. "Darling, it's nothing. I promise—no other women in my love life. Only you and Jyoti. Kajal's... disposable."
Priya searched his eyes, anger softening. "Swear it. No more."
"I swear," Raj said, holding her. She nodded, drifting back to sleep. Raj dressed, the women's forms peaceful on the bed. His empire called, but with his god-like powers, nothing was beyond his grasp.
Guys this is last R18 chapter. I will not create more chapter like this atleast to chapter 50.
Guys also can anyone tell how i can monetize my content.
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