For half a month, Bidegla had not come into contact with any women, so his current reaction is much more intense than before. The unique scent of a woman kept wafting into his nostrils, almost causing him to have a nosebleed.

Following his gaze, he could see the deep cleavage in front of Tara Lassen, which was truly enticing. The soft sensation kept rubbing against his chest, igniting a fire within him.

"It's too early for dinner, let's go to my room," Tara Lassen whispered in Bidegla's ear, her face flushed red. Her words were so tender, they cut straight to Bidegla's heart, so he didn't hesitate for a moment. He immediately lifted Tara Lassen onto his body and carried her to her chamber.

Having suppressed his desires for half a month, Bidegla was now extremely passionate. He tried every position, bringing Tara Lassen to the peak numerous times. And because Pete Lassen was downstairs, Tara Lassen kept stifling her voice, which only served to excite Bidegla even more. However, Bidegla's endurance was terrifying. For a full half hour, he showed no signs of release, even when Tara Lassen pleaded for mercy.

Finally, Tara Lassen couldn't hold out any longer and had to use her sensuous lips to help Bidegla solve his problem.

"Hehe." Seeing the exhausted Tara Lassen, Bidegla felt a surge of pride. Making love to her left him feeling immensely satisfied, a feeling of fulfillment that he couldn't resist.

The intoxicating sensation finally made him understand why ancient emperors would forsake their duties for such pleasures.

"Why are you getting more and more powerful?" Tara Lassen asked weakly from the bed, looking languid and exhausted.

Although she had reached the peak, she feared she would be walking with a limp for the next few days due to Bidegla's immense prowess.

"If I were to resist him alone today, I would probably be exhausted to death," she thought to herself.

"I'm not entirely sure," Bidegla shook his head, then smiled and said, "But doesn't lasting longer prove that I'm getting stronger?"

As a man, being able to satisfy a woman in that way made him proud, but he also realized that his strength might border on the abnormal.

Is this the result of his training? Bidegla began to understand the words of Stuart Buzer, who had mentioned that if every practitioner had such strong sexual prowess, even one wife might not be enough for them, and they might be exhausted to death.

Still, lasting a long time was better than premature ejaculation, so Bidegla wasn't worried.

At that moment, Pete Lassen's voice calling for dinner echoed from downstairs, and from the sound of footsteps, it seemed that he had already come upstairs.

With a reproachful glance at Bidegla, Tara Lassen dragged her weary body off the bed and quickly pulled down her skirt. Although she had told her father that Bidegla was her boyfriend, if he caught them in the act in broad daylight, she wouldn't be able to show her face again.

"Dad, I'm going to wash my face, and then we can have dinner," she said as she quickly escaped the room.

"Hey, young man, you're not bad at all, to have picked it up this quickly," Pete Lassen said with a mischievous smile, as soon as Tara Lassen ran off.

Tara Lassen's face was still flushed, and her clothes were disheveled, so Pete Lassen, as an experienced person, could not fail to understand what had happened.

If it were Tara Lassen doing such a thing in broad daylight with someone else, he might have been truly furious. After all, this was a complete lack of respect for him as a father, but for Bidegla, it was an exception. Pete Lassen knew that without Bidegla, he would have had to let others kill him. And it was because of Bidegla's arrival that he was able to defeat his opponent and receive a check for a billion that he had never imagined.

Pete Lassen was very happy that his daughter had a boyfriend like Bidegla. He was so pleased that he would even push her in Bidegla's direction if she didn't have the intention herself. A young man with such great energy; if such a person was not a dragon son-in-law, Pete Lassen could truly never find anyone like Bidegla again.

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"Hehe..." Upon hearing Pete Lassen's words, Bidegla's face was also very embarrassed, and he couldn't help but laugh awkwardly.

Tara Lassen's father obviously noticed something. It was not a good time for him to say anything. He certainly couldn't say that your daughter really got me.

"Young man, well done. Keep up the good work," Pete Lassen suddenly patted Bidegla's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "You've persevered for so long, which is impressive. When I was young, I couldn't even hold on for this long." With that, Pete Lassen even gave Bidegla a thumbs up, almost making Bidegla sit down on the floor, which was really scary. How could he say such a thing...

"Uncle, let's have dinner quickly. I have something to do later," Bidegla hastily made up an excuse and hurried downstairs. If he stood with him again, who knows what shocking things he might say.

At the dinner table, the atmosphere was naturally awkward. Tara Lassen blushed and dared not speak, while Pete Lassen's gaze never left Bidegla.

If Bidegla didn't know that he was Tara Lassen's father, he would have suspected that Pete Lassen was trying to make advances on him. His gaze was making Bidegla extremely uncomfortable.

"Dad, why are you staring at others all the time? Are you going to let anyone eat?" Tara Lassen scolded her father with a reproachful look.

"Hehe." Hearing Tara Lassen's words, Pete Lassen finally came to his senses and laughed, "Bidegla, just eat whatever. These are just some home-cooked dishes I made. If you're driving, I won't offer you any alcohol."

"Okay," Bidegla nodded, and then quickly wolfed down his food.

In about half a minute, Bidegla finally finished the bowl of rice in front of him, barely touching the side dishes. He had been stared at the whole time and didn't even know what the food tasted like. It was too embarrassing. They say a mother-in-law looks more favorably upon her son-in-law the more she looks at him, but being stared at by this middle-aged man was really uncomfortable.

"Uncle, now that your matters have been resolved, I shall not linger any longer," Bidegla said as he rose, preparing to leave.

"Wait, I have something to give you that should be useful to you," Pete Lassen interjected, quickly rushing into his own room.

In no time, he emerged with a black bag in hand, looking furtive as if he were up to no good.

"Take this, it's a tonic that my uncle has collected for many years. I have never been able to bring myself to drink it, so I am giving it to you now," Pete Lassen spoke, offering the black bag to Bidegla.

"I... thanks," Bidegla hesitated upon hearing Pete Lassen's words, unsure of whether to accept such a gift upon their first meeting.

Meanwhile, Tara Lassen's face had turned a crimson hue, casting her gaze downward in embarrassment, unable to look at the two of them.

Normally, with his physique, Bidegla would not need such a thing. However, as it was a gesture of goodwill from Pete Lassen, he could not refuse, so he reluctantly accepted the black bag.

He had no use for it, and could easily discard it later once he was out of sight. If he were to bring it back to the mansion and Jennie were to discover it, he would not know how to explain it.

"Uncle, I must be on my way. There's no need to see me off," Bidegla lifted the black bag and swiftly opened the door to his mansion.

Though he claimed not to see Bidegla off, Pete Lassen and his daughter followed him outside, watching him until he disappeared from view.

Being young and well-connected, riding a Lamborghini worth millions, Pete Lassen was truly pleased with Bidegla.

After raising his daughter for over twenty years, he had finally made a good choice in finding such an excellent son-in-law.

"Don't bother, he's already gone," Pete Lassen said to his daughter after Bidegla had been gone for a minute or so, casting an annoyed glance at her. "Come, let's go home."

Under his intervention, his daughter had never truly been in love before, so seeing her so bashful was a first for him. It seemed that his daughter had fallen deeply in love with Bidegla.

But this was only natural; Bidegla was so exceptional that, if he had been a woman, even he might have fallen for him.

Once the mansion door was closed, Pete Lassen took Tara Lassen by the hand and led her into the basement.

The basement was dim and damp, rarely visited by them and only rarely visited once a year. Upon entering, both of them fell into silence.

Switching on the room's light, a large black-and-white photograph appeared before them.

The photo was from the previous century and appeared quite aged. It depicted a young woman, likely in her twenties, bearing a resemblance to Tara Lassen, a true beauty.

This was Pete Lassen's former wife, and Tara Lassen's birth mother. She had left them for a wealthy man, so when Pete Lassen had brought a young Tara Lassen to the city of Bamboo Sea, he had also brought a portrait of his wife.

He had no idea whether his wife was alive or dead, or where she was now. But ever since she had heartlessly left, she had died in Pete Lassen's heart.

A hint of bitterness grazed the corner of Pete Lassen's mouth, prompting him to compose himself and address Tara Lassen, "Tara, in front of your mother today, be honest with your father. Is Bidegla truly your boyfriend?"

"What?" Tara Lassen was taken aback by her father's words, lifting her gaze and asking, "Dad, what do you mean by that?"

"Hmph, you little brat. Though I come from a humble farming background, the experiences of the past few decades have sharpened my insight. That Bidegla, I doubt he is truly your boyfriend," Pete Lassen declared with unwavering certainty, casting a glance at his daughter.

"You know about it?" Tara Lassen dared not meet her father's eyes, lowering her head.

Despite having an intimate relationship with Bidegla, he had never explicitly claimed to be her boyfriend. Therefore, upon hearing her father's words, Tara Lassen couldn't help but feel a pang of desolation.