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[Intelligence: 305] [Accelerated Learning] [Knowledge Synthesis]

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[Charisma: 270] [Negotiation Excellence] [Effective Inspiration]

After the lawsuit, the next two days passed in a fun blur. The celebration he had with Caroline and Max had been spectacular. For Max, the win was about sticking to the rich, and for Caroline, it was the proof that her old world couldn’t simply shatter her whenever they decided.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to have another celebration with Amy and Rosa, because the little murder case led to a bunch of arrests, essentially ruining their private lives for the next few weeks. At least he was able to add another fun photoshoot with Lily that left Rachel and Lily very happy, and while dropping Rachel, he managed to say hello to Monica properly as well.

It was a fun two days.

And, right now, he was at the airport lounge, waiting for departure, with an unexpected person at his side.

Blair. Technically, she wasn’t allowed in the lounge, but that was not a problem for a Waldorf. In his long list of celebrations, they met twice, while she showed how much she appreciated his victory. She claimed she hated him after he destroyed his car like a barbarian, but he suspected his ‘victory’ over Georgina, as well as his helpful advice to take over the campus, played a bigger role.

Blair always had her unique priorities.

Though, he happiness didn’t prevent her from complaining about his decision to leave. "I cannot believe that you are leaving New York just to drive someone to Denver. Denver, for god’s sake. I can arrange a driver easily.”

“No,” he refused, laughing as he did so. Blair had a way of making complaining cute and endearing rather than annoying, though he had a feeling he had some unique levers that helped. “I made a promise, and I keep my promises, not ignore them when something fun appears.”

She sighed. “Fine. I can see the benefit of you being reliable,” she said, giggling. “Without it, we wouldn’t have successfully got rid of Georgina.”

That made him chuckle more. “I’m telling you. She’ll be back,” he said.

“She won’t,” Blair said. “Even she is not shameless enough to stick around after that humiliating defeat.”

He chuckled. “Fine. As long as you remember our bet. I can keep her…”

“As long as you can tame her. Yes, I remember. Good thing that it’s impossible. Georgina is a crazy wildcard.” She giggled. “Don’t forget your promise. You’ll be back before the weekend so that you can purchase a penthouse.”

“As long as you can find one to my specifications.”

She pouted. “But, why does it have to be in Brooklyn? That’s where poor people live.”

“Yes, but I need space for my work, and I’m not going to spend more than thirty million on a Manhattan loft just to live there occasionally.”

“But ten million is too little,” Blair complained.

“Think of it as a way to prove your resourcefulness,” he teased her. “Find the perfect one, and you’ll get a reward. One that you pick.”

“Including learning what you do for a living?” Blair complained.

“Including that, if you want to cheat. I thought you were determined to prove your detective skills.”

She pouted. “I do, but it’s getting annoying.”

“I expected more from the uncrowned ruler of NYU.”

“Soon, it’ll be official,” she promised. Then, she looked at the time. “Half an hour for boarding…” she whispered, her tone shifting.

“Perfect. Just enough time for two orgasms,” he whispered.

“Three,” she bargained.

“As long as you can handle it after our morning fun,” he teased her.

Ultimately, one and a half turned out to be her limit.

He really needed to convince her to start exercising properly rather than relying on diets. Blair would be far more fun once she learned to keep up with him … to a degree.

&&&

When he finally boarded the plane at the last second, the first-class section was almost empty, which was very unusual. New York-LA was a busy destination, especially this time of year.

That alone would have been suspicious, but the only occupied seat was the one next to his assigned seat, with its panel raised. Even the room was dimmed. It was set up for a dramatic reveal.

He shook his head in amusement as he walked there. While he knew several people who would enjoy pulling off a dramatic reveal, only three of them had the money to buy every other seat in first class. One of them was Blair, whom he had just left in the lounge, catching her breath.

He sincerely hoped that it was not the second option, Chuck Bass. Spending six hours in the same cabin with him sounded like a waste of time.

Luckily, when he sat down and the curtain slid open in a big reveal, revealing a beautiful girl with very pretty eyes and an even more dangerous smile. “Hello, Ethan,” Georgina said.

“Hi, Georgina,” he responded with a calm yet seductive smile. With anyone else, he would be inclined to play along, acting moderately surprised to reward the effort they put in.

With Georgina, it would be the worst move. While the root of her troubles was still a mystery, her pattern was clear. She had a warped, broken view of human relationship, and whenever she felt doubt or felt neglected, she pulled an extreme move designed to draw a big reaction.

Whether that reaction was negative or positive, she didn’t care the slightest bit.

His greeting ruined her opening lines, making her pause because she must have expected one of two reactions. Either excitement mixed with shock, taking it as a romantic gesture, or fear and panic, correctly getting weirded out by the stalkerish nature of the move, which wouldn’t be better combined with the casual flex of power.

And, power, she had. Ultimately, she was the sole daughter of a very rich, very old family; and while her relationship with her family was clearly broken irreparably, they were still there and ready to support her in terms of material needs.

Meaning, when all things were considered, it was fair to say that she was even more dangerous than Chuck Bass in terms of enmity.

The saner thing was to act boring until she lost interest.

He chose a different path. He decided to see what was underneath the craziness that was Georgina Sparks.

"You're not surprised," she said, her expression slipping.

"Should I be?" he responded. “I assumed Sparks are rich enough to afford a first-class ticket. Are you going through some kind of financial crisis that I don’t know about?”

The absurdity of the question sent her reeling once more. He shook his head. She was incredibly perceptive, but ultimately, she spent too much time with the spoiled kids of the Upper East Side, dulling her edge.

A talent like hers required proper sparring to flourish.

“No … I mean …” she started, shook her head, and paused. “Congratulations on the Chuck Bass case. Seventy millions, that’s a nice payout,” she said.

“It’s a tidy sum,” he responded. He was not surprised that she was able to learn the correct amount despite the non-disclosure agreement. It was not exactly a government secret, and where were many ways, including poking around the finance department of Bass Industries to check how much stock Chuck had to sell recently.

As long as it wasn’t on the papers generating attention, he was fine with it.

Georgina paused, once again taken by his nonchalant reaction to supposed confidentiality being broken. She stared at him, her triumph curdling into frustration. “Aren’t you afraid of making an enemy of Chuck?” she said. “He might be impulsive, but he’s still not an enemy is to be underestimated.”

This time, he responded actively, his eyes flared with rage. Not because her question struck a nerve, but he decided to give her something. It was like fishing. One couldn’t pull without breaking, but occasional tugs were still a necessity.

He turned at her, his natural aura and acting talent combining to radiate a dangerous aura. He put his finger on Georgina’s cheek, a gentle touch that contrasted with the rage in his eyes and his deep voice. “That’s the wrong question, Georgina. The question is whether Chuck should be afraid of making an enemy of me? What do you think the answer for that question?”

Georgina started shivering, which, without his perception, would have made him panic, thinking he had scared her too much. But, he could see that it was pure arousal.

[Achievement complete. Playing jump-rope with the hot-crazy scale. Make Georgina obsessed with you.

Challenge: Daring]

[+25 Intelligence

1 Random Platinum Skill

1 Random Platinum Reward]

He gave her one last smile, then shifted back to a more genial state. “Luckily for him, there’s no harm done. He annoyed me, and I annoyed him, and we’re even.”

Georgina paused. “He unsuccessfully sued your business, and you took seventy million dollars from him, stole his woman, and humiliated him.”

He shrugged. “Like I said, even,” he said, as if what he was saying was perfectly reasonable.

While Georgina tried to process his words, trying to recalibrate her perspective once again, he pulled a skill from her. Intelligence was valuable, but he was more curious about the skills she would give him.

She had the potential to surprise him.

[Expert Intelligence Gathering]

[Elite Skill: You are exceptionally skilled at gathering information through surveillance, social engineering, digital infiltration, and less than legal methods. You’re also capable of cultivating long-term sources.]

He hummed. It was not exactly surprising, but since it was immensely useful and meshed well with his other skills, it was still an excellent reward. It would work well for his business, his interaction with the spy world, and more complicated areas like the Upper East Side, aligning perfectly with his investigation and strategic skills.

Just to surprise her even more, he pulled a book on Chinese, and started studying. It was a habit he got into. With his intelligence, he learned the languages quite fast, helped by his skill-based fluency as well.

The ones he learned weren’t as smooth. He couldn’t pass as a native, but he could still comfortably live in Italy, Russia, Germany, and Japan, with Chinese his new target; with Hindi and Urdu next in line, though Chinese was proving to be a touch more challenging than the others.

“Interesting language to learn,” Georgina commented. “Is this the source of the mysterious wealth that I can’t seem to track?”

He smiled. He could have explained he was nowhere rich, as at this point, it wouldn’t have mattered even if he was actually trying to infiltrate high society like others assumed by default. Defeating Chuck Bass alone made him a staple of Manhattan.

But, Georgina didn’t want or need an answer. She needed the chase. “Maybe,” he said in French, including a flawless accent. “Maybe not,” he added in Spanish, once again with a perfect accent. “Does it really matter?” he tackled in, this time in Italian.

Georgina paused, once again recalibrating her perspective. “You do have a point,” she said in German, her accent strong but her command decent.

“Exactly,” he said in Japanese, her frustration suggesting she missed that part.

He mostly kept his attention on his book, even though Georgina did her best to steal his attention. However, he didn’t ignore her completely. Just enough to stay interesting, which was slowly driving her crazy.

In the show, Georgina was chaos. It didn’t matter whether she won or lost. The important thing was the intensity of the flames, regardless of who burned, herself or someone else. Similarly, people either believed her completely only to turn into puppets, or treated her like a ticking bomb, with nothing in between.

Now that he was giving her in between treatment, she was unsettled.

When the plane landed, the confident, impervious facade of Georgina was showing cracks. Yet, she followed. Interestingly, she had no luggage with her. “Why are you treating me like this?” she asked once they stepped out of the plane.

“Do you know the story of the frog and the scorpion, where the frog helps the scorpion cross the river, only to be stabbed in the back halfway, drowning both?”

She paused. “And, I’m the scorpion,” she said. Anyone else would have sounded bitter. She said that with pride.

He chuckled. “Worse. You’re a scorpion with floaters. You don’t have to fear the river, because you won’t go down with the frog. Tell me, how do you deal with a scorpion that can’t be drowned?”

“You stay away,” she said, her tone resigned. He could see the disappointment in her face, and he could also see that it was about what she believed to be a refusal to engage with her. The flight further confirmed him to be someone interesting, making her want him more.

She turned, changing her direction toward the departure lounge, planning to fly back.

“That’s the wrong turn. Just follow me,” he said, and she turned, her eyes widening as she registered the implicit invitation.

She followed. “How do you deal with the scorpion?” she asked.

“Grab her tail and prevent her from stinging. That’s much more entertaining,” he said. “Of course, it depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“Depends on whether the scorpion dares to step into water without her precious floaters, taking a real risk for the first time in her life,” he said.

Her expression shifted, confusion, hesitation, fear, desire, and passion battling, all popping at once. All her life, Georgina prided herself on being the ‘dangerous’ one, but Manhattan was safe for someone of her privilege.

The implication was clear. She could stay with him, but the moment she went crying to her family for help, that would be it.

She said nothing, but she didn’t need to. Her smirk, and the fact that she raised her small handbag, removed her password and ID, throwing the rest into the trash, was statement enough.

“I have no floater, Mr. Frog,” she said. “Dare to help me cross the river?”

He recognized the handbag, which was worth about eighty thousand dollars, and that assumed one had the channels to purchase in the first place. More importantly, it contained all her credit cards, as well as her phone. It wasn’t that she was suddenly helpless. A phone call would solve all her problems, but that would be admitting defeat.

He hummed. “Well, I was thinking of hiring a full-time maid. I can arrange for an audition … if you work hard.”

She didn’t say anything, but the fact that she followed him told everything. He picked his luggage, carrying it himself. The walk to the parking lot went silent, and his car was waiting for him there.

“A beat-up Mustang, really?” she said. “Isn’t it a bit cliche?”

He shrugged. “I bought it when I was at rock bottom. Back then, it was all I could afford, and now I’m used to it,” he said, which was true … mostly. She hummed as she sat on the passenger side. “Seatbelt,” he said.

“I don’t—“

“That was not a suggestion,” he said, his tone getting sharper. She smiled, happy with playing the submissive. She wasn’t a true sub, that was much obvious, but she found the novelty of the dynamic interesting.

“I —“ she started once they reached the highway, only for her voice to cut off when he pushed the engine to the limit, fast enough to feel not only exciting but also dangerous. There was no danger with his driving skills, of course, but it felt dangerous.

He took the roundabout way, which was longer, but without the traffic, it was faster. It was also more interesting. As he drove, he could see Georgina trying to expand her mental ledger about him once more.

When they arrived in Malibu, her legs were shaking with excitement.

“Cozy place, but better than I feared when I saw your car,” she commented as they walked in. She looked around, humming. “Tasteful as well,“ she said, then jumped to him, her legs wrapping around, kissing him desperately. The plane had already done a lot of work in seducing her, and the adrenaline of the drive wasn’t something that would calm her down.

She was already edge, and it didn’t help when he ripped her clothes aggressively, once again unfamiliar for her, as the high-end Manhattan types were hardly known for their physical prowess.

She moaned, her reaction driven by the surprising nature of it as much as the pleasure. Her underwear ended the same way. He could have carried her to the bed easily, but he decided the carpet was just as useful.

And, the way she parted her legs when he put her down, she seemed to agree. Her body ached for pleasure, while her eyes shone with a different light. Her eyes were beautiful enough to tempt him, but unlike Annie’s playful innocence or Haley’s enthusiasm, it was filled with dark seduction.

Georgina was a succubus, promising everything, poised to destroy.

Unfortunately for her, he was a demon hunter. He slipped inside her, but as he moved, he noticed her surprise, because it wasn’t the furious aggression that defined their previous time.

He wasn’t romantic or gentle, but he wasn’t deliberately mean either. Her eyes widened as he moved back and forth, her gaze questioning. “Surprised?” he asked.

She nodded between moans, hesitant.

He laughed. “At the dorms, I told you that I treated Blair well because she put in the effort. Well, now you are doing it as well,” he said, drilling her hard.

She moaned again. “What, no gentle kisses and princess whispers for me?” she complained playfully.

“Back then, I treated you as you deserved.”

“And, now?”

“Now I treat you like you want,” he answered, her eyes widening.

“You sound confident. Maybe you can’t decipher me as well as you think you—“ tried to argue, which would have been more effective if he hadn’t timed a twist of her nipple, and a playful bite to her neck, combined, triggering an explosive orgasm of her.

[Achievement complete. Defeat Georgina and prove her wrong at the same time.

Challenge: Hard]

[+10 Intelligence

1 Random Gold Skill

1 Random Gold Reward]

The text for the achievement was almost as amusing as Georgina’s expression. She was trying to pout at the effectiveness of his incredible counter, which was difficult when, at the same time, she was experiencing a spectacular orgasm.

“That was mean,” she whispered, trying to pull her cute act.

“Does that mean you don’t want me to do it again?” he countered. She opened her mouth, but he smirked to convey that if she said that, he wouldn’t bargain, but follow through until she surrendered.

“I didn’t —“ she started, then paused, her eyes widening. “I thought I was the scorpion, and you were the toad,” she whispered.

“Do you know what rhinella icterica is?” he countered.

She paused, looking confused. “Is that a weird way to change the topic?”

“No. It’s the official name for the yellow cururu toad, also known as the Brazilian Toad. They are best known for hunting some of the most poisonous scorpions in the world, effectively immune to their poison.”

Her eyes widened. He could see her interest growing in real time, though maybe calling it an obsession was more accurate. Either way, he was ready to play … as long as she can handle the challenge he set up for her tomorrow.

Before that, however, he flipped her, taking her from behind. “Let’s see whether you can break Blair’s record?” he challenged.

That made her snort. “That cutesy princess is not a competition,” she declared.

He spanked her. “We will see.”

She moaned.