Boris Gustav, though a politician, was also a fervent horse racing enthusiast. In the stables of his luxurious estate, he kept over a dozen racehorses of top caliber.
These horses were worth a fortune, participating in races across the globe and bringing in substantial prize money annually. For Boris Gustav, this was a legitimate source of income.
Among them, Boris Gustav's favorite was a horse named "Billionaire." Both of its parents were champion racehorses, boasting impeccable bloodlines. The horse itself had won numerous championships, earning Boris tens of millions of US dollars in prize money.
The horse was entirely black, its coat gleaming, exuding an unparalleled majesty. Boris Gustav was utterly devoted to it.
Despite his demanding political career, whenever he was at his estate, he would dedicate time each day to personally groom and feed this particular horse.
And at this moment, the horse's head resting on Boris's bed was none other than that of "Billionaire."
Boris Gustav leaped out of bed in terror, his head nearly hitting the ceiling. He let out a bloodcurdling scream. The guards stationed outside the house rushed in, equally stunned by the sight before them.
At that moment, Boris's eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness, collapsing on the spot. His men scrambled, quickly summoning a doctor. The family's private physician administered medication, managing to revive him.
Having narrowly escaped death, Boris opened his eyes, his entire body trembling.
"Investigate! Go and find out how they got in, how they managed this!"
Several hours later, Boris's trusted aide returned with a look of helplessness.
"Boss, we've reviewed all the surveillance footage around the estate, but we found nothing..."
He then handed a tablet to Boris. Boris took the computer and saw footage from the estate, his bedroom area, and the stables.
The surveillance in the stables, in particular, had a dedicated camera that continuously monitored the horse named Billionaire, twenty-four hours a day.
However, the video showed the horse calmly eating grass in its stable, then turning and disappearing into the shadows of the frame, vanishing entirely.
It was important to note that the entrance and exit to the stable were directly in front of the surveillance camera. To move such a large horse out would necessitate passing through that camera's view.
Yet, the horse had simply vanished, never reappearing in the footage!
Furthermore, several cameras along the path to Boris's bedroom showed no anomalies.
Around Boris's bedroom, more than a dozen armed guards were present, visible in the surveillance footage. Boris's men even interviewed each of these guards individually, showing them the footage. They all confirmed that the video accurately depicted the events, with no discrepancies. This footage could not have been tampered with!
Yet, under such stringent protection, how had the intruder silently entered his bedroom and brought in that massive horse's head!
Recalling his wife's ordeal, Boris Gustav knew instantly that this was a warning, and also retaliation!
Just then, a report came in: Boris's son, Mark Gustav, had also encountered trouble!
Mark Gustav, in his early forties, was a minor figure in American politics, already a regional councilman and preparing to succeed Boris.
This man resided in a mansion over a hundred miles away in the state capital. Mark was a notorious playboy. At his age, he remained unmarried, frequently being photographed on dates with various celebrities, his girlfriends changing more often than his clothes.
Such behavior was not considered a moral failing by Americans. As long as he didn't marry or pursue married women, he could indulge as he pleased. In fact, it even served as a way to attract attention, as people's natural inclination for gossip transcended time.
Today, he had hooked up with a minor internet celebrity boasting millions of followers, and they were preparing for a night of passion.
However, before that, he had some work to attend to personally. So, Mark asked the young influencer to freshen up and wait for him in bed.
Twenty minutes later, Mark finished his work and prepared to unleash his prowess.
The bedroom was dimly lit, creating an intimate ambiance. Mark saw the female influencer curled up under the covers, motionless, seemingly asleep.
"Haha, baby, here I come. Are you still shy?"
Mark Gustav lunged onto the bed like a predator, reaching under the covers.
However, what his hands encountered was not the soft, silken skin of a woman, but a rough, coarse texture, like sandpaper.
Mark's heart sank. He reached out again to feel the influencer's face, and the rough sensation returned, even prickly!
"This... stubble!"
Mark was instantly filled with dread. He was a straight man, attracted to women, not gay.
Mark immediately turned on the bedroom lights and flung off the covers. The sight that greeted him nearly blinded him.
Instead of a naked, beautiful influencer, the bed was occupied by a burly man covered in thick hair.
The man was also naked, though that wasn't entirely accurate. The man wore black stockings on his legs, and the dense black hair on his calves even poked through the stockings.
On his feet were a pair of red high heels, his large feet having severely deformed the shoes.
Looking further up the man's body, his upper half was bare, his chest covered in thick hair. However, the man's eyebrows and hair on his head had been shaved, leaving only short stubble, explaining the sandpaper-like feel!
This bizarre scene sent a cold sweat down his spine, leaving a permanent scar on his psyche.
From that day on, Mark never touched a woman again. Whenever he was with a woman, the terrifying image would flash in his mind.
Mark frantically opened the bedroom door and called for his bodyguards.
When the bodyguards witnessed this bizarre scene, their gazes towards Mark held a hint of knowing amusement. They desperately tried to suppress their laughter, finding it excruciatingly difficult. They never imagined their boss had such peculiar tastes.
But their amusement was short-lived, as they soon discovered that the man in black stockings and high heels was none other than Mark Gustav's head bodyguard!
The bodyguards felt their sphincters tighten, a sudden urge to resign overwhelming them!