Chapter 529: Sun And Sand Friends

Don’t you dare ask if they think you have enough dick to get the job done?

“But guys can’t get as big as you without steroids,” a girl commented.

A guy commented, “Your dad has a long, fat dick, but yours is longer but not as fat. Are there steroids to make you have a better dick than most guys? You can see that I could use something like that before mine stops growing for good.”

“Sorry,” I told him. “From what my dad and cousins tell me, it is all genetics. Guys in the family get the long and average circumference, or an inch or two more than average, but fat. I haven’t had a dick measuring contest to find out if that is true or not.”

That made them all laugh.

“So how did you get that big then?” the same girl asked as she verified that I was indeed longer but thinner than my dad’s dick.

I briefly summarized Paula’s crash and then showed them the time-lapse videos of me in the exoskeleton suits as I bulked up and my body grew. This video stopped periodically to let nurses measure my body, dick, and balls.

Seeing my dick and balls grow is what the girls, and maybe the guys, want to see anyway.

“David, san,” a young woman said in heavily accented but passable English as she came outside with a boy slightly younger than her. “I have long awaited your return.”

Damn! Eating better did you both a world of good.

I hugged them as my brain kicked in to remember who they were.

“Kay and Ren,” I told them in Japanese. “You look much better than the last time I saw you, especially Kay!”

Kay has grown taller and has a respectable pair of firm b-cup tits. Her hips have only slightly widened since she came to let me be her first right before I left to go to the elite’s annual spring vacation at my resort. She is now a woman and at her peak fertile days this month.

“Wow!” one of the boys said. “Those are the two kids that make Sushi at the best Sushi and Hibachi place on the island. I heard all about the incredible ways they make it into artwork. Dad took me there one day to watch while mom was doing her hair and nails. I see she wasn’t wearing something under her uniform to make her body look amazing. How did you get them to come here? No one has ever seen them anywhere outside the restaurant.”

Ren answered, “David, san, is our friend and a very nice man. He owns the restaurant. We live there where he takes care of us.”

“You own a Japanese family and force them to work in your restaurant?” one girl asked angrily.

Kay quickly got in front of the girl and said, “David, san, owns the restaurant, not my family. We owe honor debt to the restaurant’s old owner. I do not know the words to explain.”

“Ren, Kay, and their family were brought to Hawaii by the last person that owned the restaurant. This guy I met a few times died and gave me all his money and stuff. One of our friends knew I liked Sushi, so she bought me the Sushi restaurant, but I didn’t know it on my last visit until I had to leave,” I began explaining. “They aren’t slaves or even indentured servants. Someone explained that their family promised to work in the Sushi restaurant in exchange for the previous owner moving their entire family here. He would provide them with free room and board, clothing, and other essentials. The restaurant manager’s responsibility was to care for this family as the owner promised. Sadly, that manager was a child-molesting, self-serving bastard. He made the family live in a dank, musty, disgusting basement storage room. They slept on broken-down boxes, used a hole in the floor for a toilet, made clothes out of whatever they could find in the restaurant, and rarely had much to eat. I don’t care where that man went after I discovered what he had done to this family and Kay. I know he isn’t dead, but I suspect he wishes for it daily.”

Ren said, “My family got a letter with pictures of the man in Cambodia.”

Ren got frustrated trying to find the words in English, as he was still trying to learn it, so he told me in Japanese, “That man was hiding out in Hawaii from people who wanted him for raping little girls in Cambodia. Many of those girls he continued to rape until they became pregnant, and then he ran when people found out. The letter explained that he must now work to provide for these women and his children. They said it is a not-so-nice place, and he begs for death each day, but he shall not have it until his children no longer require his support.”

I explained to the girls, women, and guys around me, “It seems that the manager has a long history of molesting and raping girls. He did it in Cambodia for a long time. Many of them started getting pregnant, and people discovered what he had been doing when the girls began showing. He ran here and got the manager job at the Sushi place. When Ren and Kay’s family arrived, he began molesting Kay. I fired his ass as soon as I found out that not only was he a dick, but a shitty manager to boot. I don’t know who tipped off those looking for him in Cambodia. He must now work to provide for the young women and all his children. Whoever makes him do this won’t let him take the easy way out and die.”

A girl around fifteen spoke fair Japanese and asked Ren to go somewhere private to talk about preparing a specific raw fish.

The older teenage girls and women wanted to get more details from Kay about how it worked now that I was the owner. Ellen led Kay and me to one of the large bedrooms.

“Kay came here to spend some time with my dad,” Ellen told them. “I’m not sure if she minds the company or wants to talk to you about her life right now.”

Kay interrupted Ellen to say, “We lived in a tiny place, and many had many siblings since we came here. My English is not good.”

Ellen told Kay, “I speak Japanese.”

Since when? Dang link.

Over the link, I told her to be careful about using our link to learn languages. April and I people won’t question, but Ellen isn’t my biological child.

“I can’t do that over the link like April can. A robot that looked and seemed like a human boy came to visit me while you were away. He used a visor, earbuds, and some nasty-tasting drink to see if I could learn a language in a few days. Because I can make a shield around me like April, what he did wouldn’t damage my brain to do it that fast. I only learned what Skylar, Mary, and Corwin speak when together. He wasn’t supposed to teach me Japanese but said I might go with you to visit Hinata and her family, so he did it anyway. Someone got mad at him for doing it.”

I guess the man in the machine is using Ellen as a guinea pig.

It turned out that Kay wasn’t up for any discussions while we tried to see if I could get her pregnant.

Ren walked in looking for Kay right as her face lit up with pure joy as she came for the first time today. Kay got tired quickly, pulled off my dick, took the blanket off the bed, and curled up on the couch for a nap.

Ellen translated between Ren and the others in the room that wanted to know how the honor-bound stuff worked and if I did own them, no matter what you called it. He explained that I had released them from their honor-bound contract already. They didn’t have to remain working at the restaurant. His family has a large apartment over the restaurant with plenty of room. When Ren or Kay are working the sushi counter, any tips they get are theirs to keep, the same as the rest of their family.

Those old enough to work full-time are paid hourly and get tips.

Ren, Kay, and some of their younger siblings work at the restaurant too. We couldn’t pay them because of child labor laws, or they would be limited to only twenty hours a week. The new manager had worked with the labor department to have everything legal and let the kids still work lunch and dinner hours during the week and weekends. Part of the arrangement was that the kids had to meet specific homeschooling milestones and pass tests from the school board on the studied materials. Anything less than a B, and the kids couldn’t work at all until they improved their grades. Less than an A meant they could only work two nights a week and one day on the weekend.

Frank found me a new manager. The man did indeed have prosthetic arms and legs. It didn’t stop him from doing anything he needed to keep the place running smoothly. Frank brought the manager and his entire extended family to Hawaii. They lived in the apartment building next to the restaurant.

I didn’t remember telling the man in charge of maintaining this mansion to buy an apartment building.

“If I wash it, can I ride it, or at least try to figure out how to do it?” One of the girls, wearing a modest one-piece she had rolled down to her waist, asked. “I know where it goes inside me and watched the other girl do it with you. I’ve just never done it with anyone. For that matter, I’ve never even gotten wet before I saw you today, and I rub myself all the time. If I try to use my hairbrush inside me, I use that Y-K stuff from a tube.”

“Daddy’s off thinking about business stuff in his head. If you can get pregnant if you do it with a boy today, then daddy will likely put a baby inside you. He can do that without squirting anything, but I still don’t understand how that works. I know he has no sex diseases,” Ellen told her. “If he weren’t thinking about things, he would let you do it, so you might as well if you want.”

The girl wanted it. I watched her pussy lips spread open as she got the head of my dick slotted in her cock-warmer. When I felt the tip slip past the tightness into her hot wetness, I went back to trying to figure out the apartment complex.

I emailed the butler and asked, and I got a quick response back.

That apartment building’s exterior and lobby were immaculate. That was all that the previous owner regularly maintained. If there wasn’t a leak or unsafe electrical problem in an apartment, it didn’t get fixed. Rent was sky-high due to the location and not any amenities. That worked well for the previous owner because he pocketed tens of thousands of dollars in rent each month, only spending the minimum possible to keep up appearances. Frank had multiple families from Japan where everyone was a hard worker, but some cultural, mental, or physical problems kept them falling into hard times. Those that could find work worked their butts off, but it all went to rent, food, and essential clothing.

He needed somewhere for them to live.

All these families had members with the skills needed to maintain the entire apartment building. While we did pay them the minimum wage to keep from running afoul of the government, their compensation package included the rent for all apartments used by their families and utilities. We provided them with a choice of furniture and arrangements to best use the spaces and still have some privacy.

Some people from these families worked at the restaurant, including those who did the maintenance.

Everyone under eighteen went to school. Those women under eighteen who had children, or were currently pregnant, were homeschooled. The only work we let anyone under sixteen do was babysit their siblings. Their parents did control the kid’s free time and social life, but the kids didn’t complain because they didn’t have either before Frank moved them here.

The butler provided a full accounting of the building from before I bought it until now. The previous owners’ greed meant that people weren’t renewing their leases, and he couldn’t find tenants to pay the premium rent he wanted to charge due to the premium location of the building. When the man who managed my mansion approached the owner, the apartment building owner was already a hundred thousand dollars red. I got the place way below the fair market because the bank was about to foreclose on him.

The first of the apartment buildings he bought me started as a two-hundred suite upscale hotel in the early nineteen-eighties.

The area was once one of the go-to places on vacation for those not quite part of the in-crowd. When that changed, the hotel couldn’t charge the exorbitant rates per night that they wanted. Revenues continued to drop as the area began drawing in the college crowds on Spring Break. People began gravitating to the bigger cities between the Gulf War that started in the nineties and nine-eleven. Millionaires began building homes like mine nearby, and the area changed further. It wasn’t long until the hotel was in trouble, and someone bought it for much more than it would have sold a few years earlier.

Looking to make a quick buck, the person who bought it got creative with the layouts and turned a suite into two-bedroom condos by effectively putting a wall down the middle of the suites. It turned the building into a four-hundred-condo development. Once the condos were sold, the owner sold off the building and ran off as quickly as possible. It lasted around five years before people in the condos complained about the pitiful amenities, dated exterior, and poorly maintained pool. When the owner didn’t do anything about it, they started selling their condos. Soon it was for whatever they could get. Some went as far as to buy a new condo and then let the bank foreclose on the one in this building. Pretty soon, the owner let the building go into foreclosure as well. In the end, the bank soon owned the building and ninety percent of the condos, which were vacant due to no one wanting to buy them.

The owner I bought the apartment building from pretty much had the bank giving it to him to take it off their hands. Part of the closing was for the bank to buy out and pay to move the remaining condo owners. That turned out easy because they were releasing the condos for violating the condo association rules. Wanting more revenue, half of the two-bedroom condos became smaller two-bedroom apartments. Others became one-bedroom apartments. The creative layouts for the one-bedroom apartments ensured they had part of the balcony, but it made all the apartments an odd floorplan with walls shifted around. What made things crazier was that people soon complained that the rent increases didn’t compare to the apartment’s floor space of similarly-sized two-bedroom floorplans in other buildings. The two-bedroom apartments soon became two one-bedroom apartments, with the only room being the bathroom. The rest of the space was a combination bedroom and kitchenette. To comply with wheelchair access requirements, the owner had to move the walls around again. Half the one-bedroom apartments became efficiencies, without balcony access or windows. The fire marshal disliked that idea, and everything was soon a colossal mess.

Whoever the mansion staff hired to renovate the building gutted the inside to start over fresh. The contractors used open floorplans and adjoining bathrooms to ensure each bedroom had two ways out. While small, they had a galley kitchen with an island that looked out into the combined dining and living room. The two-bedroom variation had two small bedrooms that fit a queen bed with night tables, a dresser, and a full bathroom. Another variant had one large bedroom and a smaller one that would only fit a twin bed. The Japanese families that Frank brought here got a quarter of one of the middle floors to layout rooms how they wanted.

When construction finished, this building had two-hundred-eleven apartments, new indoor and outdoor pools, a weight room, and enough parking for one car per apartment with some extra spaces to rent for additional vehicles. It cost around ten million to do all the work, but we were fully rented out and had a waiting list.

The second building purchased was a one-hundred-forty-unit condo complex with one to three-bedroom condos built in the nineteen-eighties. A few had been updated or had appliances replaced because they broke, but that was about it.

I found that the bank on my island provided mezzanine loans for multiple condo buildings at twenty-two percent interest. One of my LLCs was a mortgage processor that held the mortgages for these same buildings.

It has been over thirty years since many of these buildings got built. Why do they still have mortgages?

I got a bit angry when I found that the reason behind all these properties still having mortgages is that my bank, before it was mine, was more than happy to do refinances, as long as they were new thirty-year mortgages. These places were always upside-down. The owners were paying around forty percent interest toward these loans due to all the refinances.

To the elite families, it was business as usual.

Except for two hostels, I now owned every condo complex and apartment building for six blocks around the restaurant and ten near the beach.

I snapped back into reality when I felt pulled out of one of the older teenage women to cum on the shower floor. She got so horny that she didn’t think about getting pregnant until I was about to cum inside her. Just as I reached the point of no return, she came and couldn’t tell me to pull out.

“David san,” Kay said as she pulled the woman I had just fucked out of the shower and took her place. “We must hurry. Your special friend Arelene is having a birthday at your restaurant tonight. Ren and I came to tell you and got distracted. With you being here, it will be a big surprise.”

They tried to talk me into being one of the cooks at the revolving table, but my mom made a different suggestion. We were going to sit around the same revolving table as Arelene and her family. They said that Arelene had changed so much since I last saw her that I wasn’t likely even to recognize her or Arelene me.

Did they take away her sketchbook? Will she recognize April?

Kay, Ren, and I headed to the restaurant early because their family wanted to thank me again for taking good care of them when I didn’t have to do any of it.

“Kay, you know we do not permit restaurant guests in the kitchen area without me escorting them. I will not warn you again,” the manager told her.