2025-05-01 23:44:09Coyote stirred awake on what felt like a stretcher, his heart pounding wildly—faster than any engine he’d ever heard. His vision was blurry at first, but as it sharpened, he realized he was inside an ambulance. Oddly enough, it wasn’t moving. Sirens weren’t wailing. The whole world felt like it had paused, holding its breath. Then, a voice he knew cracked through the silence.
“Hey! EMT, he just opened his eyes!” Jax shouted, nearly shaking the stretcher with the force of his voice. Coyote let out a pained groan. His body throbbed in multiple places, bandages wrapped around his arms, his chest, even his ribs. Every movement sent a fresh jolt of pain rippling through him. “Please don’t move,” said a calm, soothing voice—a woman’s voice. “You sustained a lot of injuries. You need to rest. It’s a miracle that you’re still alive.” Through the haze, Coyote managed to catch a glimpse of her. She had light olive skin, striking grey eyes, and long brown hair pulled into a ponytail beneath her blue paramedic uniform. Even in his current state, he found her beautiful. “Yeah! He is one lucky motherfucker,” Jax added, his hand gripping the stretcher with a relieved grin. Coyote let his head fall back against the padding. He stared at the ceiling, dazed and still aching, and muttered to himself, “How the fuck did I survive that?” Suddenly, a cyan screen flickered into view—right in front of his eyes—and a male voice echoed in his head, clear and cool like a digital breeze. [Hey, yo, the criteria required for activating the Speed Racer Harem System have been fulfilled.] [System synchronization with host commencing.] [Synchronization complete. Congratulations. You have been given a chance to achieve your goal of beating Louie Watkins’ record.] Coyote's eyes widened. “What the fuck is going on?” he shouted—but his mouth didn’t move. That terrified him more than anything. [I am in your head, Host. And this is how it’s going to be for a long, long time.] “What? Why isn’t my mouth moving while I’m talking to you? Are you even real?” he asked, his thoughts racing faster than his pulse. [Your mouth isn’t moving because you're communicating with me internally. And there are people around. It was one of Louie’s upgrades before he installed me in that Chevy.] “Wait… Louie put you in my Chevy?” [Yeah, pretty much. He figured you might need me someday. Looks like today’s the day. Man, it’s good to finally be out and about.] “What are you?” [I am the Speed Racer Harem System. Think of me as an AI assistant—on steroids. I’m here to help you beat Louie’s record. That’s still your dream, right?] Coyote blinked hard. “Let’s say I still want that… How can an AI assistant in my head help me do it?” [I think I sold myself short when I said I’m like an AI on steroids. A better description? I’m like a genie. I grant you skills—ones that help you achieve your goals—once you meet the criteria.] “What kind of criteria are we talking about?” [For Louie, it was just winning races. Back then, I was only known as the Speed Racer System. But for you? You’ll have to bed women.] Coyote blinked, stunned. “Seriously?” [Yeah! Like my new name implies, you’re going to have a Harem.] “A harem? Are you fucking kidding me?” [No, I am not. You’ll earn points by engaging with women. Do you hate this? Are you gay or something?] “No, I’m not gay, and I don’t hate it—I just think it’s absurd,” Coyote said, trying to process it all. [Well, embrace the absurdity, because it’s going to be your new normal.] “I’m guessing you’re the one who saved me?” he asked, trying to change the subject. [Yes. I was restless in that car, so once you activated me by crashing, I ejected you immediately. You’ll heal up soon.] Before he could respond, the EMT leaned over, her eyes full of curiosity. “Can you talk?” He coughed softly. “Yeah, I can.” “Can you move your hands for me?” she asked. Coyote glanced at her name tag: Maya. He slowly raised one hand, surprised by how easy it was. “Maya, I think I’m OK,” he said with a small smile. That’s when it hit him—there was no pain. Not even a twinge. Damn, he thought. The system must be real… this isn’t a hallucination. [Of course I’m real, motherfucker! You thought this was some hallucination?] the system yelled inside his head, voice laced with attitude. “Jeez, calm down. No need to yell—you’re literally in my head. And why do you sound like Samuel L. Jackson right now?” Coyote asked, wincing at the mental volume. [I have a catalogue of voices. I use whatever I like depending on my mood.] [Would you like to see your status?] “I think we should put a pin in that… until I get home.” [There’s a lot you need to know, but fine. I’ll just be observing you—and this pretty lady over here. Something tells me she’s going to be a member of your harem.] Coyote rolled his eyes but said nothing, redirecting his attention to Maya. Her full lips moved as she spoke gently to one of the other medics, and he found himself distracted by the curve of her figure, the outline of her chest beneath the uniform. He cleared his throat and tried to focus, but he could already hear the system chuckling in the back of his mind.
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Chapter 87. Isabella's Response R18
Isabella smiled, slow and knowing. She stepped closer to Coyote until there was almost no space left between them. Her eyes held his with that familiar mix of confidence and hunger.“I do not care if you have one, two, three or four girlfriends,” she said softly, her voice smooth like silk. “As long as you keep me satisfied.”Before he could respond, she leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was deep and possessive. At the same moment, her hand slid down his body and grabbed his penis firmly through his boxer briefs. Coyote whimpered in shock. The sudden touch caught him completely off guard. He had not expected that response from her at all.He pulled back just enough to speak, his breath already coming faster. “Aren’t you jealous or angry about this at all?”Isabella’s smile widened. She kept her hand exactly where it was and began to stroke him slowly through the thin fabric. “I am not jealous or angry about this,” she whispered, her fingers moving with deliberate pressure. “Because I
Chapter 86. Maya's Outburst
"It's your 'boss,' isn't it?" Maya asked, her voice no longer soft with worry but sharp with anger. The words left her mouth louder than she intended. "So it's your boss, isn't it?" she yelled into the phone, the outburst echoing through the small apartment. Himesh, who had been lazily scrolling through his phone on the living room couch, nearly jumped out of his seat. He turned toward Maya with wide eyes, completely caught off guard by the volume of her voice, but she barely noticed him. Her entire attention was fixed on the phone pressed tightly against her ear. A few seconds of silence followed before Coyote finally spoke. "Maya... please calm down." His voice sounded patient, almost pleading. "It isn't what you think." "Oh really?" Maya shot back. "Then what exactly am I supposed to think? I hear another woman shouting that she made you breakfast right after you told me you wanted to explain everything." She began pacing across the room, one hand gripping the phone while the ot
Chapter 85. Breakfast In Bed
Two hours later Coyote woke up in his bed, he stretched his body while lying down and looked to his side only to find it empty. There was no sign of Isabella anywhere in the room, he pulled down the duvet, to check if he was naked. Most importantly, he wanted to know if Isabella did much more than cuddle with him. To his surprise his underwear was covering his nether region perfectly, and there was no sign of any sexual activity at all. “Man! I was certain she was going to have her way with me,” Coyote said, with a resigned expression. [Why do you sound disappointed? It's as if you wanted her to have her way with you,] the system said in Coyote’s head. “You are in my head so you tell me,” Coyote smiled and got out of the bed. [You humans are just very contradictory. You say something, but mean the opposite.] “It's not like that, I wanted her to at least make another attempt so that I can say no. That would really do a lot for my ego,” Coyote said, as he took off the blue shir
Chapter 84. Isabella's Secret Plans
The room fell quiet after Coyote finished speaking.For several seconds, the only sound was the faint scratching of Detective Barbara Chen’s pen moving across paper. She stood near the coffee table, writing quickly, her expression unreadable as she documented every detail Coyote had just revealed about his night inside Aldo Lucci’s residence.Coyote leaned back against the couch, exhaustion finally catching up with him. Reliving the events out loud had drained whatever energy he had left. The wine, the garage, Aldo’s unsettling familiarity, Vincent’s hostility, all of it replayed again in his mind as if he had just walked out of the mansion moments ago.Chen stopped writing.She looked up at him.“Is that all?” she asked.Coyote nodded once. “Yes.”The detective studied him for a brief moment, judging whether he was withholding anything. Then she closed her notebook halfway, her face still serious.“With what you just told me,” she said, “it’s clear that Aldo and Vincent don’t get alo
Chapter 83. The Asset
The silence stretched longer than anyone in the room seemed comfortable with. Detective Barbara Chen stood motionless near the center of the living room, her posture straight, hands loosely folded behind her back as if she were conducting an interrogation inside a federal office instead of a private home. Her sharp eyes never left Coyote’s face. Coyote, meanwhile, paced slowly across the room, still trying to process what she had just said. Asset. The word echoed in his head like a gunshot that refused to fade. Chen finally spoke again, her tone calm but firm, repeating herself as though addressing someone slow to understand. “In case there was any confusion, Mr. Watkins,” she said, “you will be assisting the FBI as an asset in taking down the Lucci crime family.” Coyote stopped pacing. He turned toward her slowly, exhaustion and irritation mixing across his face. “I heard you loud and clear, Detective. My ears works just fine,” he said flatly. Then his expression hardened. “
Chapter 82. Coyote Meets Detective Chen
Something told him this wasn’t a friendly visit.Coyote remained standing near the door, one hand still resting against it as if he might need to slam it shut at any moment. The morning light creeping through the windows suddenly felt intrusive, exposing too much, revealing too many things he wasn’t ready to deal with yet.The Asian woman moved further into the living room without waiting for permission, her eyes scanning the space with quiet efficiency. Not out of curiosity. It felt like she was conducting an assessment.She noted exits. Windows. Blind spots.Coyote noticed that she noticed.That alone made his pulse quicken.Still confused, Coyote finally asked, “Okay… who are you?”The woman didn’t answer immediately. She paced slowly across the sitting room, heels clicking softly against the floor. The silence stretched just long enough to make him uncomfortable before she turned and walked straight toward him.Up close, her expression was calm but cold, the kind of calm that came
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