CHAPTER 86: YAKOV’S PROBLEM

"You said it yourself. Why wait for another day? Let’s make it today."

"Today?" Jake finally understood.

"Yes, what’s wrong? Not okay?"

"Today... my vacation ends. I’m afraid..." Jake was, as always, serious about work. But seeing the stunning Sister Mina with her arms crossed, pouting and frowning, he worried he’d ruined her mood and quickly backtracked, "Okay, let’s drink."

"That’s more like it." Mina nodded in satisfaction.

"Jake, oh Jake, it’s all because of your big mouth!" Complaints aside, Jake was utterly convinced by Sister Mina, not just in work but in her personal charisma!

In Jake’s eyes, Mina’s unintentional actions had brought new vitality and emotional value to Sunshine Orphanage. Though their time together was short, how could the innocent children dislike a beautiful, generous woman who didn’t look down on them?

Many of the children close to Jake seemed to share Director Alexon’s view, convinced that Mina was undoubtedly Jake’s girlfriend, no doubt about it.

The beautiful misunderstanding left Jake slightly awkward, but Sister Mina’s actions warmed his heart.

The car fell into silence once more.

"Vroom..." Jake stepped on the gas, speeding toward Sister Mina’s neighborhood.

...

Hawaii, beachside.

A middle-aged man in green swim trunks lay under a parasol, leisurely sipping juice.

His figure was slightly plump, but his looks were still handsome. Many women came to flirt with him.

Yet he remained unmoved, brushing them off with a few words, his gaze fixed on the mother-daughter pair frolicking on the distant beach.

The two women seemed to radiate even brighter allure, attracting groups of men every few minutes. But he wasn’t worried, because the older of the two was his wife, an icy CEO who ran a well-known company back home.

Sure enough, within seconds, the men slunk away. Even from dozens of meters away, he could sense his wife’s aura of "stay away."

"Ah." The middle-aged man sighed softly. Sometimes, a woman being too strong-willed wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

Soon, the two women walked toward him.

"Dad, we’re on vacation. Stop lying around." Mia bounded lightly under the parasol, pouting in dissatisfaction.

"Ah, my little cotton-padded jacket has sprung a leak. Not siding with Dad anymore." Yakov set down his juice, looking at his daughter with adoration.

"Of course I love you, Dad. But you need to exercise too." Mia sat beside Yakov, sticking out her tongue playfully.

"Darling, Mia’s right. This trip isn’t just for relaxation. Hawaii’s environment is good for your health." Yana wiped the water from her hair with a towel as she sat on Yakov’s other side.

On one side was a young, beautiful, fresh-faced girl, and on the other was a mature, enchanting, seductive woman. This immediately sparked heated discussions among the surrounding men.

These men, all restless and eager, their voices filled with envy and jealousy, clearly audible to Yakov.

As his wife and daughter took their seats, Yakov suddenly felt surrounded by a bouquet of flowers—there was the refreshing charm of lilies and the rich fragrance of roses.

In the eyes of these men, Yakov was undoubtedly a winner in life. No wonder those men couldn’t hold back. Even Yakov, who had lost most of his male functionality, was stunned by his wife and daughter’s outfits.

Mia wore a pink one-piece swimsuit, her hair tucked into a pink swim cap. Though her outfit was conservative, covering everything except her arms and legs, it couldn’t hide her voluptuous figure, which had developed beyond her age. Her full breasts and perky buttocks were still glistening with seawater under the blazing sun, radiating mesmerizing allure.

"My daughter has grown up, become a young woman."

Yana, his wife, was even more captivating, making it impossible for Yakov to look away. Her swimsuit style was very similar to Mia’s, as their family values didn’t allow for overly revealing clothing.

However, Yana’s figure was explosively sexy, making Mia seem like a scaled-down version in comparison. Her massive breasts stood high and firm, barely contained by her light blue triangle swimsuit, as if they were about to burst free. Her slender waist seemed too delicate to support the towering peaks on her chest.

Her flat stomach showed no trace of curves, while her plump, round buttocks filled out the swimsuit’s triangular cut, pressing tightly against her mysterious garden. Her long, straight, snow-white legs were astonishingly fleshy, with droplets of water clinging to them like thin ice, giving her an ethereal, goddess-like aura.

Her half-dry, wine-red hair swayed in the wind, a few strands dancing across her forehead, adding to her irresistible allure.

Yet, such a stunning beauty was someone Yakov could only "admire from afar." As his wife had said, his body was lacking, and this was his lifelong regret.

Not long after Yakov and Yana had Mia and Enes, Yakov was involved in a severe car accident while on a business trip. Thanks to the safety measures of his expensive car, he survived, but his kidneys were injured, leaving his penis permanently limp.

Over the years, he sought out countless famous doctors but hit dead ends everywhere. Later, on the recommendation of an old friend, he began undergoing daily acupuncture treatments. Gradually, there were signs of improvement in his penis.

Just as he thought there was hope, reality dealt him another blow. Despite his diligent efforts in treatment, his penis only regained slight sensation. Even the most basic erection was nearly impossible, and on the rare occasions when it did happen, it was so weak it couldn’t even pierce a sheet of paper.

The failed treatment of his lower body devastated Yakov. After the accident, his physical condition worsened. Yana, heartbroken for him, understood that in his current state, Shigella would only decline under his leadership. So, he naturally handed over the reins to her.

Yakov had complete faith in Yana’s abilities, but the label of "impotent man" planted a seed of resentment deep in his heart. Of course, such private matters were unknown to the outside world. He would never tell his son or daughter, only Yana knew. It was hard on her too—it was as if she had been widowed for over a decade after giving birth.

During this time, Yakov had tried to have sex with Yana, but without the stimulation of an engorged penis, how could he stir his own desire? Every attempt ended in failure.

After her postpartum recovery, Yana’s body grew even more mature, and her figure became explosively sexy, possibly due to a second growth spurt. Her bra size even surpassed an F. Every time Yakov saw her, he burned with desire, but when faced with his unresponsive cock, he felt like a drenched, pitiful mess, utterly helpless.

Like today—if he were still a normal man, he would have dragged Yana back to the hotel for 300 rounds of passionate sex. How could he possibly lie here leisurely enjoying the scenery?

This year, Yakov was only 45, in the prime of his life. His wife was still a peerless beauty, with looks, figure, and status so exceptional they were the envy of other men, something they could only dream of. Only he could have her, yet he was a "eunuch."

"Got it. Later, I’ll go back and play tennis with you." After so many years of recovery, Yakov’s body could handle ordinary sports, though he couldn’t sustain them for long.

"Hehe, Dad, you’re the best." Mia hugged Yakov’s arm and cooed.

Yana watched the playful father and daughter with amusement, her stunning face breaking into a rare, captivating smile. Her freshly dried hair swayed with charm, her curvaceous figure standing out prominently.

The smooth arches of her feet were dusted with fine yellow sand, making one want to kneel before her and cradle them like a lowly servant attending to a lofty queen.

Others might lack such audacity, but Yana commanded it!

If Jake had been present, he would have overheard the women gnashing their teeth in jealousy, wishing they could devour Yana alive. Such an extraordinary beauty had stolen the souls of the men around them, and to think this woman who outshone them hailed from the rising Asian superpower.

Yana, outstanding since childhood, was long accustomed to such gazes—whether envious or resentful, she could always dismiss them with a smile.

Casually picking up a prepared drink, she took a sip through the straw, her lips lightly pursed. As if remembering something, she said, "Oh, Mia, there’s something I need to tell you."

"What is it, Mom?" Mia stopped playing with her father and answered earnestly.

"It’s about Jake." Yana’s face showed no expression, but inwardly, she cared deeply for her daughter.