Instant Millionaire

Chapter 51 The Eighth Master

After seeking some fun from a volleyball game, those beauties decided to take a break. Besides the

volleyball net were deck chairs, umbrellas, and beach blankets scattering by the court.

Some were in the deck chairs, others were on the beach blankets, all were enjoying themselves with

drinks served by the wandering attendants.

Droplets of sweat welling up on those women reflected the sunlight, adding more charm to the shapes

of their bodies, especially those big boobs, pandering to the greatest of a man’s dream.

“When did you receive the phone call of the Eighth Master?” One of the beauties drank some

lemonade and asked the rest of them.

“I was phoned last night. Then a helicopter brought me here.”

“I got it two days ago.”

“I also did yesterday.”

......

It turned out that they had all been called one or two days before and arranged to arrive in this island

by helicopter.

“So a dozen of girls here are all his girlfriends! I thought I was the one and only,” one beauty

complained.

“Don’t be stupid. How long do you think the Eighth Master will stay with you in an entire year? With me,

it’s 2 days though.”

“Me, only a day.”

“I’m luckier. Two days and a half.”

“Not even for a whole day.”

......

Through a round of exchanges, they found that three days was the maximum length for one visit,

meaning that less than 2 months at most were spent on all of them. Then in the rest of the time, who

was there for the Eighth Master? At the thought of this question, they felt a strong sense of loss.

“He is a man of such great fortunes. Even if he has countless girlfriends, I don't mind it if...”

“Right…”

“Me neither.”

......

Quincy nodded his head, realizing that all these dishes were brought here by his eighth brother. It had

been 7 years since they last met. He missed his brother and recalled those childhood memories of how

they frolicked together.

“Though the Master said he’d come to be with us, why do you think he gathers so many girls here this

time?” a girl looked at the others curiously.

“Perhaps he is aroused by the idea of having us in an orgy...” another girl replied, with her brows lifted,

but was given cold shoulders by the others. “Oh, come on! I was joking,” she aired her grievances.

“I heard that the Master’s elder brother was badly injured. He’ll take care of his brother on this island.

So for some time to come, we might prepare to be in bed with him and his brother.”

This drew the attention of the rest of them immediately. Elder brother of the Master? They now had an

extra target.

“Then we are here for his brother. I wonder if his brother has a handsome face as well.”

“If I fail to get the little one, I don’t mind getting his brother. Oh, I am thirsty for seeing his brother.”

“I must be wild with joy if both he and his brother fall in love with me. I’ll marry them both. I can be with

the elder one on odd days and with the little one on even.”

“Elder Master, I’m gonna smother you with my E-cup boobs!” A babe cuddled her peer, who was then

stuffed into her soft knockers.

“Er...” Seeing this, Quincy could barely breathe. He patted his chest, trying to get himself well. Those

easy girls sounded that they were not going to be satisfied until he was completely drained.

As he coughed, he failed to escape the beauties’ notice. What a peeper there was, just as they were

lost in their girl talk!

Some of them screamed in fright.

“Who the hell are you! Fuck off!”

“Your eyes shall be gouged out. Shame on you!”

“You bastard!”

“Fuck you!” A blonde put up a middle finger to Quincy. A black girl with bright shining teeth came to

him, poured out her anger in some foreign language, and spat.

Quincy was bombarded without a single word to defend himself. It was quite embarrassing, as minutes

ago, the girls were still thinking about putting their E-cup bosoms on his face.

“ Scram, you loser! Don’t pop up ever again!”

Alright then. Quincy gave up explaining himself. If they knew he was the Eldest Master, dozens of D-to-

E cup boobs would not choke him, but seem more likely to crush his head, after all. He shook his head,

turned around with the aid of a cane, about to leave.

At this moment, a gorgeous girl brushed against him, bringing a fragrance that distracted him for quite

a while. She was so beautiful, so perfumed, with white tits so attractively plump.

The other charmers seemed not a little overshadowed in front of this Venus.

Laboring till now, Quincy failed to hold the walking stick any longer, which then fell to the ground.

The newly arrived girl caught a sight of the obsessed man, thinking that this dude should have given up

all his blessings just to be close enough to see her.

“Ah!” With pride, she didn’t notice his stick and stumbled, falling over in a sudden, Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“Lady...” Quincy managed to reach for her hand, but given his injury, he failed to drag her back, but was

dragged by her instead.

The girl fell on the stick, which just hit her waist. Then she was greeted by Quincy’s weight on her,

before she could understand what had happened. She felt her waist now was almost broken.

As he fell, Quincy sensed something soft. What's that feeling so supple and round? He felt his face

caught in a flesh valley so deep that he couldn't breathe.

He then raised his face. To his surprise, he found that his face was just burrowed into boobs, with his

hands still holding them.

Now the beauty felt a bit better with her waist. She also felt something, right on her breasts. When she

looked at it, it was Quincy’s hands, while he was still sitting on her. What an awkward position!

“Bastard!” she shrieked in a rage, clapping his face, moving her body so as to get him off. She rose to

her feet and straightened her clothes. She felt it disgusting to be touched by such a stinker.

“Do you know who I am, stinker? I am the girlfriend of the Eighth Master. You get yourself in great

trouble!” She pointed at Quincy and said in a shrill voice.

The other girls came over and showed their care to her. According to them, her name was Jamie

Tillman, the most loved one of the Master, probably the only one that the other girls would take

seriously.

“Wait for your punishment. You just touched me and I’ll make you pay 10 times the price. Your hands

shall be cut!” Jamie held her arms in a huff, her chest rising and falling.

“Indeed! How shameless is this stinking loser! How dare you touch our dear sister. You’re playing with

fire.”

“This guy was just spying on us. I think we must gouge his fucking eyes out.”

“That’s far from enough. Cut his manhood as well so he could never do such nasty things again.”

They were enthusiastic about “pooling their wisdom”.

“Well, now I call those who serve us here, and we'll make some complaints against this disgusting guy.

I don't believe they’ll slack off. We’re the Master’s girlfriends!” Jamie encouraged the other girls, who

were nodding their heads in agreement. She sneered at Quincy and snorted, “Prepare yourself to be a

eunuch!”

Since they became the Eighth Master's women, they were so conceited that they wouldn’t believe the

man dressing like a worker on the island could be spared after peeping at them. They were probably

the owners of this entire island, after all.

Quincy picked up his stick and looked at these sharp-tongued women. He didn’t mean to take it

personal. Even for Jamie, he felt a bit guilty. However, now these people did not give him any chance to

explain himself. They maliciously tried to dig his eyes out and turn him into an eunuch.

What a grudge! They hated him so much.

Now that you wanted to punish me, I’d see if you were able to do so.

Jamie pulled out her phone and called the server, looking at Quincy with scorn in her eyes.

“Babies, your husband are here!” At this moment, a young male voice sounded from behind.

Upon hearing this voice, anger in the faces of these beauties instantly shifted into surprise. They

quickly turned their heads. Seeing the visitor, they immediately showed a look of ecstasy.

“Master!” All of them squealed in excitement, as if they had won a billion dollars. Nobody cared about

Quincy any more. They all moved their long white legs and flew over to the man.

Quincy was left alone. He had a look at the Eighth Master.

The Master wore a large pair of sunglasses, flowered shirt and pants, feet on clogs. He had opened his

arms to greet his girls as dozens of jiggling D-and-E cup boobs were running towards him.

“Shit!” The Master felt some stress, his embracing turned into a weird posing of standing on one foot

with arms open, suggesting his “rejection”. But at this time, he had been surrounded by a group of girls,

who kept crowding around to kiss him insomuch that he was nearly out of breath.

“All right, all right.” He was fiercely kissed, with his face is full of lipstick marks.

“Em...” Outside the circle, Jamie coughed a few times. The other beauties then all made a way for her.

“Jamie is the still so polite. Look at all of you, just like the famine victims,” said the Master, wiping the

drool left on his face, looking at her standing quietly opposite.”

Acting shyly, she walked up to the Master, looked him quietly in the eye. All of sudden, she put her

arms around the back of his head, held him close, and deeply kissed him. It was not until half a minute

later that she released his lips with satisfaction. The Master was left an impression on his lips.

He was awkward and thought, “What the hell! I just praised your manners. But you kissed me harder

than anyone else.”

“Master, here comes you finally! Just now a stinker insulted me...” said Jamie with a cry, looking at

Quincy not far away. Holding at her own chests, she added, “It’s him. Just now he ... he, he put his

hands here.... Master, you’ve got to punish him.”

“Yes. He not only touched her, but spied on us, on our bodies!”

“Master, punish him for us.”

“Who dares to touch my girls so brazenly? He’s so dead! I’ll teach him a lesson!” Joseph Lane, the

Master, was furious and walked towards Quincy in exasperation. In front of Quincy, he roared, “Hey,

you are gutsy. How dare you touch my... you are... brother!”

Not until he finished his words, he lowered his voice, as the man in front of him seemed increasingly

familiar. He recognized him as his eldest brother, who had always taken care of him when he was

little!