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Chapter 55: Titans' Oasis Country Club
🕑 Added 2025-08-18 12:32:17 +0000 UTCThe Saturday morning sun streamed through the curtains of Jessica’s bedroom. But what woke Owen from his deep sleep wasn't the light or an alarm clock, but a hot, wet, rhythmic sensation that was enveloping his lower body.
He slowly opened his eyes. The first image was blurry for a moment before it gradually came into sharp focus… and the sight made the blood in his veins pump until it was searing hot.
Jessica was kneeling at the foot of the bed, beautifully naked. Her fiery red hair was slightly messy from sleep. She was servicing him diligently, her sweet, beautiful face moving up and down in a steady rhythm. Her full lips, glistening with saliva, were hungrily sucking and pulling at his fully erect cock. The wet, lewd sounds echoed softly in the morning quiet.
When she sensed he had moved, she slowly released his large cock from her warm mouth, reluctant. A thin string of clear saliva connected the flared, crimson head to her lips before it regretfully broke.
She looked up and gave him a sweet smile, her eyes moist and full of love. “Good morning. Time to wake up, my love~ Today is your big day.”
With that said, she didn't wait for him to reply, lowering her head to possess his shaft once more, this time with even more intensity and skill. She used her mouth, tongue, and hands to frantically arouse all his senses until Owen couldn't help but let out a low moan, before he released a torrent of hot love juice down her throat until he was empty.
After their passionate morning wake-up call, the two of them held hands and went into the bathroom to shower together. The warm steam that filled the room mixed with Jessica’s blissful moans, which could be heard periodically. Owen took every opportunity to touch and have sex with her. He had a clear goal in his mind… he wanted to fully stimulate the "Broodmother's Brand" within her to awaken her dormant powers. That way, she would be able to protect herself and become an important asset to him in the future.
When they had finished showering, Jessica naturally took on the role of a doting wife. She used a soft towel to dry every drop of water from Owen’s muscular body before meticulously dressing him in the sapphire-blue golf polo they had bought yesterday. Every touch of hers as she caressed his chest and back was filled with love and pride.
When he was fully dressed, Jessica led him to stand in front of a large mirror. She stood behind him, adjusting the collar of his polo shirt one last time before wrapping her arms around him from behind and resting her cheek on his broad back.
"You look absolutely perfect, my love~" she whispered softly. "Are you ready to start your mission… Mr. Marlowe?"
Owen looked at the reflection of the elegant young man in the mirror, then placed his hand over hers, which were wrapped around his waist. "Always ready… thanks to my brilliant secretary," he said with a smile, before turning to kiss her gently on the forehead as a gesture of mutual encouragement.
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The luxurious white SUV parked in a spot hidden from view, but with a clear line of sight to the main entrance of the "Titans' Oasis Country Club."
The sight before him was the epitome of opulence and luxury. A massive white marble archway was elegantly engraved with the club's name in golden letters. The long road leading inside was flanked by perfectly manicured lawns, like emerald green carpets, and colorful flower gardens that gave off a faint, fragrant scent. Only supercars and top-of-the-line sedans were permitted to drive past the strict and formidable-looking security checkpoint.
Owen sat still behind the steering wheel, his heart pounding with his plan and anticipation. He looked at his own reflection in the rearview mirror… a young man in an expensive polo shirt that perfectly accentuated his muscular body. It was a flawless mask, but he knew that this alone was not enough.
For this mission, he needed the ultimate advantage… he needed this mission to proceed with true "perfection."
He closed his eyes, cutting himself off from the outside world. In the dark void of his mind, the image of the massive "Scales of Covenant" appeared. It looked as sacred and formidable as ever.
He began to create a short-term covenant with himself, voicing the vow in his mind, firm and clear.
"I sacrifice my entire sense of taste… for one week."
As soon as he finished the words, on the left pan of the scales… the side of sacrifice… a glowing energy orb representing his sense of taste appeared. The pan slowly and heavily lowered. The "price" had been paid.
"In exchange for the ability… [Golf Genius]… for one day."
On the right pan of the scales, a simulation of a perfect golf swing appeared. It glowed with a brilliant golden light and slowly lowered until…
Click…
The two pans of the scale came to a perfect level. A clear sound echoed in his head… the covenant was complete. And Owen didn't have to negotiate the terms at all. It showed his increasing precision in calculating the "price" and "reward."
In that instant, the entire knowledge and skill set of the sport of golf flooded into his brain like a bursting dam! From the physics of the swing, to calculating wind direction and speed, to reading complex lines on the green, to the feeling of every muscle moving in perfect harmony. Everything was deeply engraved in his subconscious, as if it were an instinct he had been born with.
Owen opened his eyes again. His gaze had changed… It was sharp, resolute, and filled with the confidence of a professional.
He put the car in gear and stepped on the gas… heading steadily towards the entrance gate. The performance… had begun.
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Owen’s luxurious white SUV moved smoothly to a stop in front of the security checkpoint of the "Titans' Oasis Country Club." The atmosphere was serene and exclusive, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the neatly planted pine trees and the faint sound of a fountain from within.
An officer in a clean white uniform walked out of the guard post with a polite but firm demeanor. He gave a slight, standard bow before speaking in a formal tone. "Welcome to the Titans' Oasis Country Club, sir."
The officer paused for a moment, his eyes quickly scanning the car and assessing the driver before continuing in a slightly firmer tone, a line he had probably said countless times.
"For the privacy and security of all our members, may I please see your membership card?"
Owen didn't show any signs of nervousness or haste. He just nodded in understanding before reaching over to the passenger seat and picking up a cream-colored linen envelope. The envelope was sealed with bright red wax, which was clearly and elegantly stamped with the governor’s seal.
"I don't have a membership card," Owen said flatly. "But I have this…"
He held the envelope out the window.
The security officer took the envelope, confused. At first, he thought it might be an ordinary delivery document, but when his fingertips felt the quality of the paper and the weight of the seal, he frowned slightly before carefully opening the envelope.
The moment his eyes saw the familiar signature of "Governor Alexander Ashford," written in a powerful, dark ink… his demeanor changed completely.
His once-impassive eyes widened with a mixture of shock and awe. His once-straight back automatically bowed. He quickly put the letter back in the envelope and handed it back to Owen with both hands, which were trembling slightly.
"My deepest apologies, sir!" he said, his voice loud and clear, immediately switching from the standard "sir" to a more deferential tone. "Please, right this way, sir!"
He quickly ran back to the guard post, pressed the button to open the giant, ornate golden wrought-iron gates, and at the same time, raised his walkie-talkie to report to the main office, his voice filled with excitement. "Notifying reception… the governor's important guest… has arrived!"
Owen gave a slight nod of thanks before driving majestically through the gates.
When he walked into the lobby, which was luxuriously decorated with a high, domed ceiling and a massive crystal chandelier, the once-relaxed atmosphere among the members who were sipping coffee quieted down a little. All eyes were fixed on the new young man who had arrived with such an unusual welcome.
A middle-aged man in a well-tailored suit, the club manager, rushed out of his office in a panic, with a few receptionists following closely behind him.
"Welcome to Titans' Oasis, esteemed guest!" the manager greeted with his most sincere smile, bowing to Owen until his back was almost parallel to the floor. "We were notified by the governor that you would be visiting today. Everything has been prepared for you."
He continued with humility. "All expenses for today… have been taken care of by the governor. Please enjoy all of our club's facilities to the fullest without any worries. Whether it's the golf course, the spa, or the restaurant… if you require anything else, please just inform any of our staff at any time."
The news of the arrival of the "governor's important guest," who was unnamed but was receiving the highest level of care, spread among the staff and the members who were present like wildfire. This instantly created a profile for Owen that was mysterious, powerful, and had an extraordinary background. He wasn't just some unknown new-money face; he had become an enigma with close ties to the city's highest level of power.
Owen thanked the manager in a calm and polite voice but deliberately kept his distance, not being overly friendly, which only made him seem more mysterious and intriguing.
"Thank you very much," he said flatly. "For now, I'll head to the driving range."
With that, he walked in the direction the staff gestured, his stride steady and elegant, leaving the staff and several club members who had witnessed the event to stare after his broad back with curiosity and wonder… who was this young man who had arrived with the governor's prestige?
…..
The driving range at Titans' Oasis was vast and incredibly green. The atmosphere was filled with the relaxation of a weekend. The soft laughter of members in brightly colored outfits and the periodic, ringing sound of golf clubs hitting balls mixed with the gentle breeze, creating a symphony of luxury.
Owen chose a driving bay in a relatively private corner. He gently placed his solid black leather golf bag down before beginning to warm up his body with movements that were natural and casual, yet laced with the precision of a professional athlete. Every stretch was perfect and purposeful.
And the moment he picked up a driver, the atmosphere around him changed. The relaxation from a moment ago was completely gone, replaced by an aura of resolute, cold concentration. The power from the [Golf Genius] covenant shot through every particle of his body. He could feel a perfect connection between his mind, his body, and the golf club in his hand. It was no longer just a piece of equipment, but an extension of his body.
He teed up the first golf ball… took a deep breath… and addressed the ball with a perfect stance.
It was a sight as beautiful as a poem in motion. Every part of his form was flawless, from his stable footing, to the smooth rotation of his hips to generate power, the fluid weight transfer from his back foot to his front, to the final snap of his wrists that unleashed all the power. It was powerful yet smooth, fast yet perfectly controlled.
SWOOSH~ CRACK!
The sound of the golf ball being struck was clear and ringing, completely different from the dull "thwack" of the others. The white golf ball shot into the sky in a straight line, like a laser beam, before arcing beautifully as if drawn with a compass, and then landed near the 300-yard marker with pinpoint accuracy. It bounced a little further and then stopped dead.
Ball after ball… Owen hit them without rushing, each shot spaced out evenly. Every ball had the same, perfect result. No misses, no slices. Every ball flew in a straight line and landed in an unbelievably consistent range. This superior performance, combined with his elegant new look in the sapphire-blue polo, slowly began to attract the eyes of those around him.
Not far away… under a large parasol, Victoria was sitting cross-legged on a white wicker chair, elegant. She was the queen of her social circle, surrounded by her high-society girlfriends. They were all giggling at her jokes and admiring the new pair of diamond earrings she had just gotten.
"Damn, Vicky, they're so beautiful they're blinding me!" one of her friends named Emily said with envy, playfully raising a hand to shield her eyes.
Victoria laughed with satisfaction. "Alex is just like that. He always knows what's best for me~"
But then, Emily’s eyes glanced at something more interesting. She lifted her expensive sunglasses slightly. "Wow… look at that guy. I've never seen him before. But look at his swing… it’s perfect!"
Those words made her other friends turn to look, and suddenly… the center of attention shifted from the diamond earrings to the mysterious young man.
"Who is he? He's so handsome," another young woman said, her eyes sparkling.
"He looks so classy… definitely not some new-money type who likes to show off. Look at how he dresses and carries himself."
"I think I saw the governor's seal on the letter he gave the staff when he came in… Victoria, do you know him?" The whispers began to grow.
All the attention of the group of girls slowly and completely shifted from Victoria to the mysterious young man, leaving the queen of the conversation sitting alone with her diamond earrings.
Victoria, who was used to always being the star and the center of every conversation, began to get visibly annoyed. The ever-growing whispers of admiration for the mysterious young man from her friends were like waves slowly eroding the throne of her queendom.
Her lips, coated in a bright purple lipstick, pressed together tightly. She looked at Owen with a cold gaze, without a trace of the admiration her friends had. In her eyes, he was an "annoyance" who had dared to steal her spotlight right in front of her.
To reclaim the attention and to show everyone who the real "queen" of this place was, she decided to deal with this "problem" herself.
CLINK!
She placed her mimosa glass on the glass table a little louder than usual, but loud enough to make all her friends stop and turn to look at her as one.
"This is getting boring. Let's make it a little more interesting," she said to her friends with a cold smile before standing up and walking straight to Owen’s driving bay with an arrogant and challenging gait, like a queen about to teach a trespasser a lesson.
Owen, who was concentrating on addressing his next ball, felt a shadow fall over him, blocking the sun, along with the scent of an expensive perfume that was luxurious yet laced with arrogance. He paused and turned to look at the source of the shadow that had disturbed his concentration.
Victoria stood beside him, her arms crossed, looking him up and down with an undisguised, appraising gaze, as if inspecting a piece of merchandise, before she issued her challenge, her voice cold and dripping with superiority.
"Nice swing…" she said, drawing out the words. "But I wonder if it will still look this good on the actual course… Care to play a hole… Gentleman?"
Her words were full of blatant disdain, and the word "Gentleman" at the end was emphasized to sound more like an insult than a term of respect. The surrounding atmosphere quieted down a little. Her friends and other members nearby were all staring at them.
The confrontation between the two of them… had officially begun…
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