u/Ayish_Farrish

I never thought networking through golf would end up becoming one of the craziest memories of my life.

A few months ago I was trying to secure a G5 level project with a pretty well known company in Johor. The owner was a Tan Sri I got to know through Johor Golf Club. Old money type. Calm guy. Sharp mind. The kind of person that talks softly but everybody listens.

One day he invited me over to his house in Kulai.

Funny enough, we actually lived in the same golf resort area. Same neighborhood. Different level of houses though. His place looked like something straight out of a Netflix series. Massive driveway, imported cars, quiet atmosphere. Everything screamed wealth without trying too hard.

We sat in his living room talking business. He kept praising me.

“You’re still young but already handling your own projects. Good mindset.”

I won’t lie. Hearing that from someone at his level felt good. I’m 28 and I’ve built a life most people my age are still chasing. I was proud of myself at that moment.

After a while he excused himself upstairs because he needed his insulin injection or medication. His personal nurse brought him up and I stayed downstairs alone.

That’s when the daughters walked in.

Three of them.

And honestly… I almost forgot what we were discussing.

Their mother was Chinese mixed and all three inherited insane genetics. Elegant, stylish, confident. The type of girls that know exactly how attractive they are without needing attention from anyone.

We started talking casually. At first it was just small talk. Travel. Cars. Business. Life overseas.

But the energy became different really fast.

Before I left, somehow we had already exchanged numbers.

About a week later I flew to Turkey because I have some business interests in Istanbul and Cappadocia. Restaurants mostly.

One of the sisters texted me asking if I wanted to grab coffee.

I told her I was in Turkey.

She replied:

“So are we.”

That night we met near Galata Tower. The vibe felt unreal. Cold air, city lights everywhere, people walking around speaking different languages. One of those moments where life doesn’t even feel real anymore.

We sat together for hours drinking coffee and talking nonsense.

Later that night I got a message from the oldest sister.

“Room 232.”

That was it.

No explanation.

No emojis.

Nothing.

I stared at the message for a good minute before walking over to her hotel room.

After that night everything changed between us.

It became one of those situations where nobody says much openly,we fuck like 4 times that night. but the tension is always there. Dangerous type of chemistry. I love the trill. Man, all I can say is she is so fucking tight and hot.

The craziest part?

The youngest sister somehow found out.

Instead of getting angry, she texted me privately saying she wanted to keep things between us…interesting.

A day later she invited me to Cappadocia for a private hot air balloon ride.

I thought it was just for sightseeing.

It wasn’t.

I still remember floating above Cappadocia while the sun was rising. The silence up there felt surreal. Like the entire world disappeared beneath us. And suddenly that young girl said open up! I wanna suck you dry. Of course I said no. And she reply Ill tell my father about what you've done to my sister. For around 20 min she suck the shit out of me. I even cum in her mouth. And the best part is , she fucking swallow.

It honestly felt like I was inside somebody else’s life.

After Turkey, things slowly faded.

No drama.

No arguments.

No emotional ending.

We just stopped talking.

Sometimes I still think about how insane the whole thing was.

One random business meeting in Johor somehow turned into a memory I probably won’t ever forget. Not gonna lie. Now I'm felt incomplete not fucking the second sister. Hahaha.

Fuh dia mintak guys.

Chubby hijabis need money.

Nerd Uni girl need money.

I got her

I Crossed a Line I Probably Shouldn’t Have.