After the three finished discussing the details of how Bucky's parents had fallen into such a deep hole, the group split up. Bucky had to report back to the military camp, and Steve needed to prepare for his enlistment physical the next morning.
Arnold drove toward the Barnes' villa. Even from the street, it was obvious the place had been vandalized; windows were cracked, and the lawn was neglected. He didn't have a deep relationship with the future "Winter Soldier"—they had played together as kids, but life had pulled them in different directions.
He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Arnold frowned. "It's Arnold, Bucky's friend! Is anyone home? Bucky asked me to help."
After a tense silence, a haggard-looking woman opened the door. "Looking for Bucky? He's gone back to camp."
"I'm Arnold. We've met before. Bucky told me you were in a bit of trouble." Arnold didn't wait for an invitation; he stepped inside. The house smelled of stale alcohol and desperation. Piles of empty bottles were scattered across the floor, evidence of Mrs. Emmy's despair.
Despite her disheveled state, Emmy Barnes was a striking woman. She wore a floral dress and slippers, her slender toes adorned with bright red polish. Her blonde hair was pulled into a messy bun, and her lovely blue eyes were clouded with melancholy. She looked like the quintessential domestic beauty of the era, now broken by vice.
Finding no coffee, Emmy poured Arnold a glass of water. "Arnold! You've grown into quite the handsome young man. I almost didn't recognize you."
"I get by. And you're still as beautiful as I remember, Auntie," Arnold replied, testing the waters with a smooth smile.
Emmy lit a cigarette, her hands trembling. "Bucky's father and I... we owe a lot of money. If we can't pay it back in two weeks, those casino people will throw us into the East River."
"How much?" Arnold asked, lighting his own cigarette. His eyes began to scrutinize her. He wasn't a charity; he was a businessman. He wouldn't lift a finger unless the return on investment was worth it.
"Eight hundred thousand. I owe three hundred, and Bucky's father owes five hundred. We have nothing left. We gambled it all away." She smiled bitterly, a tear tracing a path through her makeup.
A bold, dark idea began to take root in Arnold's mind. He wanted to be the "patriarch" of these legendary heroes. If Bucky and Steve were going to save the world, they should be calling him "Dad" when they came home. He looked at Emmy not as a friend's mother, but as a prize to be possessed. He knew these local families had an innate pride; to truly own them, he had to break that pride first.
"You gambled at the Kawabata Casino? That's Yamaguchi-gumi territory!" Arnold's voice dropped an octave, turning cold. "Auntie, those people are ruthless. They don't just want their money; they want blood."
"I've heard stories from the docks," Arnold continued, leaning in to intensify the intimidation. "They tie stones to the feet of people who can't pay. They drop them into the harbor and watch them struggle until the air runs out. It's a slow, terrifying way to go."
"The... the police! Aren't they afraid of the law?" Emmy's voice was slurred with terror. The cigarette in her hand shook so violently that ash fell onto her dress.
Arnold scoffed. "The police? In this city, the law belongs to whoever pays the most. A Japanese syndicate like that has half the precinct on their payroll. An 'accidental' drowning won't even make the back page of the papers."
Emmy was truly frightened now. She had no idea that the young man in front of her was heightening her fear just to see her break.
"Arnold, what do we do? You have to help me! Please help Auntie... if they go to the military with the debt, Bucky will lose everything he's worked for!" She began to cry helplessly, clutching at his sleeve.
This was the opening Arnold was waiting for. He was "Old Wang" from next door, after all.
"Auntie, it's a difficult situation. The Yamaguchi-gumi are yakuza. Even if I use my connections to negotiate, it's going to cost a fortune. Even with a deep discount, we're talking four hundred thousand dollars. That's more than I have to my name—that's my future. I don't even have a girlfriend yet. Why should I risk my life and my fortune for this? I'm in a very tough spot."
"I'll make it up to you! I'll do anything!" Emmy was desperate, reaching for any straw he offered. "Please, Arnold... as long as you're willing to help us, Auntie will do whatever you want!"
Arnold's smile grew, though he carefully hid it from Emmy Barnes. Feigning distress, he put on an embarrassed act. "If I really push myself, I might be able to scrounge up the money, but we're talking nearly four hundred thousand. And negotiating with the Yamaguchi-gumi will come at a high price. You'd have to pay me back anyway, and I'm saving every penny for my own future. I haven't even had the pleasure of being with a woman yet, you know. This is a huge risk for me. I'm in a difficult position, Auntie."
Emmy frowned. She sensed the sincerity in his words; he could help, but why should he? After a moment of hesitation, she gritted her teeth, desperation overriding her shame. "Arnold, as long as you can help Auntie resolve this, I... I am willing to help you. If you don't mind, Auntie will... let you experience the pleasures of a woman." The words felt like ash in her mouth. How could she, a woman older than his own mother, be seducing a boy younger than her son?
Arnold looked at her in feigned surprise. "Auntie, you're quite pretty. I promise I'll do my best to help you!"
Emmy was flushed with shame, her promise hanging in the air. "Hmm," was all she could manage.
Seeing a mature, beautiful woman acting like a shy girl filled Arnold with a profound sense of vanity. His body began to respond immediately. He pulled Emmy into a hug, his erection pressing hard against her lower abdomen through her floral dress. The soft contact sent a jolt through him. The thrill of breaking societal taboos, of possessing another man's wife, was intoxicating.
Emmy gasped. She could feel the size of him through his trousers. It was even bigger than her husband's—so exaggerated it felt like it would tear her apart. Arnold began to act impatient, like a predator closing in on its prey.
"Ah, wait a minute, Arnold," Emmy pleaded, trying to push him away gently. "I promised, but... can we wait until after you resolve things?"
Arnold scooped Emmy into his arms and carried her to the master bedroom. He wanted her on their bed, in their room. "Auntie, you know how dangerous this job is. You're putting me at great risk. Don't worry about what I promised you; I have connections, so I'm sure I can get the money. But I can give you a chance to pay me back slowly! Please, Auntie, let me do this now." He played the victim, knowing exactly how to manipulate her.
Emmy had no choice. She obediently allowed him to undress her, covering her breasts with both hands, her modesty a stark contrast to her desperation. Her beautiful eyes swept over him as he stripped, and she nearly gasped. His penis was thick, long, about twenty centimeters, and as thick as three fingers. What woman could resist such an intimidating sight?
Arnold looked down at Emmy, now completely naked. Her fair skin and slightly soft belly exuded the undeniable charm of a mature woman. Her long legs ended in slender toes adorned with bright red nail polish, like rubies. The pale skin of Caucasian women, combined with the allure of middle age, made her incredibly desirable.
Pretending to be a nervous virgin, Arnold fumbled between her legs. "Auntie, what should I do?"
Emmy chuckled, a little surprised by his apparent inexperience. "Oh, you're still a virgin? How interesting." She felt a strange surge of power, actually seducing a man younger than her son. In her excitement, a gush of fluid suddenly lubricated her.
Arnold lowered his head and kissed Emmy's red lips, his tongue prying her teeth apart, playfully chasing her small, fragrant tongue. He shared his saliva with her, completely defiling the beautiful woman beneath him. His hands caressed her large breasts; they were too big to be grasped in one hand, soft as dough, satisfying and incredibly exciting.
Emmy, after so long without intimacy, began to give in to her raging lust. She skillfully arched her back, adjusting herself, then reached out her delicate hand to guide his thick penis. She made sure the glans rubbed against her opening, coating him in her wetness.
Arnold felt himself sink into a soft, hot place. He heard Emmy's breathless voice: "Arnold, push harder! Put it in!"
With a slight thrust of his hips, Arnold's thick, long penis slid easily into her. It was tightly enveloped by hot, soft flesh.
"Ah!" Emmy cried out, unable to withstand such a force. She pushed against his waist. "Arnold, be gentle! Take it slow! Don't... don't go in all at once! You're too big, Auntie can't take it!"
Arnold eased his movements, slowly thrusting in and out, each time pushing a little deeper before pulling back slightly. Each withdrawal was met by the clinging, tender flesh inside her, clinging to him like a suction cup, as if it never wanted him to leave.