World's Richest Man: I Leaped Across Time

Minho found me a loose pair of gym shorts and some Air Jordans that were just slightly too big for me but still fine.

A minute later, we arrived at their backyard, where Mr. Park was dribbling a ball; he was doing surprisingly well.

There was a concrete patio big enough for a full half-court setup, and a portable 10-foot hoop.

I picked up a ball and played some passes with Minho.

Hana showed up just two minutes later wearing baggy men's shorts and grey T-shirt. Minho welcomed her with fist bumps and she took a warm-up shot.

But then Dad stepped in. "Hana? What are you wearing? Go upstairs and put on some nice clothes."

Hana frowned.

"Huh?" Minho quiped.

"You are a pretty girl," Mr. Park explained. "You should dress like one."

"Yes, sir," Hana replied meekly, turning immediately and heading back into the house.

I went up to Minho. "Does she ever wear anything different when you play?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "No, same old."

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"Has your father always told her what to do? I noticed that Hana is really quick to follow orders."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Minho took a deep breath and sighed. "Dad has been kind of overprotective with Hana. I know she reminds him of Mom. He takes a lot of time to think about what he thinks is best for her. He doesn't want her to end up like her sister..."

We kept shooting hoops for another minute until Mr. Park suddenly came up to me and pulled me aside.

With a hand against my back, he pushed me gently so I got the idea to keep walking until we were far enough from Minho so that he wouldn't hear us.

And after looking down nervously, he looked back up at me, "Uh, Jack ... I don't know how to ask this. But it has been on my mind and I cannot be silent." He stopped and took a drawn-out, deep breath. "Are you having sex with my daughter?"

My eyebrows popped and I jerked back, utterly shocked by the bluntness of his question.

However, the sincere worry on Mr. Park's face instantly disarmed me. He wasn't trying to pry or be intimidating.

He just genuinely had never really considered the possibility that his little girl might be sexually active.

"Please." He reached out and touched my forearm. Speaking slowly, "I'm just an old man who wants to know if his only daughter is still a virgin."

"Uh, sir, this should be something that you discuss in private with your daughter, but... I will tell you that we haven't slept together." I stated.

Hana arrived just then, dressed in a yellow Nike ensemble of a matching tank top and short shorts. And she wore knee-high white socks that were simultaneously retro and sexy.

Minho whistled in amazement.

It looked like he had never seen his sister dressed up like this.

'How did she dress up for Charlotte's concert then? Did she run out of the bathroom in last moment or something?' I thought.

"Where'd you get that outfit?" Minho asked quietly.

Hana blushed and looked down. "I've always had it," she mumbled. "I just never thought to wear it here."

"Don't. Ever." Minho had mumbled even quieter, turning his head.

Mr. Park straightened himself and turned to face his kids. "Two-on-two. Me and Minho against Jack and Hana," he ordered.

...

We lost the game 21-14, which was amazing considering the fact that Minho could easily just push through.

Most of the points we got were two-point shots from outside the line.

After the game, Minho put his hand on my shoulder and told me any guy who could play as well as I could was good enough to date his little sister.

It was already quite late, and I was about to say my goodbyes and leave their home when we heard the sound of the front door opening.

I could sense the atmosphere getting a bit tense.

I stared blunkly as Mr. Park walked up to me and extended his hand to me. "Thank you for coming," he simply said before turning and walking back into the house.

Mr. Park reached the entrance to the backyard, glanced briefly to his right where the front door was, and without saying another word, turned left and disappeared into the house.

"It's Luna." Hana said, holding the ball under her arm.

Minho let out an aching sigh, turned away, and went back to practicing shooting.

"I think it is time for me to go." I said, glancing at Hana.

"Heyo!" Just then, a cheerful female voice rang out from behind me.

I turned to see Luna stepping into the backyard. Her violet hair was tousled. She wore a red mini-skirt and a red top cropped above her belly button. Her cheeks were red and she was clearly tipsy.

"Hey, Jack. What are you doing here?" She asked and stumbled toward us.

Then she dizzily walked over to Hana, throwing her arms around her. "Hana... I didn't know you had it in you.You invite Jack to our house...?" she teased in an erotic kind of way.

Minho quickly stepped between the two girls. "Luna, just go to your room," he said seriously, looking sternly at his drunk sister.

Luna pouted cutely at Minho. "Oh, well..." she said with a playful sigh, then turned around. She placed her hand on my left shoulder, leaning in close and smiling at me naughtily. "Hey, Jack... that Ferrari in the driveway... is it yours?"

"Yes. It's mine." I said with a smile.

Her grin became even more radiant as she started to walk away. She brushed her hand lightly over my chest and then to my right shoulder before continuing back inside the house.

Hana looked a bit apologetic."I'm sorry, Jack. I should have told you to leave earlier so you wouldn't have to witness this... but I had so much fun."

I reassured her that it was fine and after saying my goodbyes to her and her brother, I made my way out of their house.

As I got into my Ferrari and started the engine, preparing to back out of the driveway, I caught sight of Luna running out of the house.

As she ran, her red micro-mini skirt fluttered up and down, briefly revealing her orange panties underneath.

As soon as I rolled down the window of the Ferrari, Luna leaned over, bending her waist. With a playful grin, she tossed a piece of paper inside. "Call me if you want to have some fun," she said with a wink before turning and running back into the house.

I looked at the number on the small piece of paper.

'I thought this plan would take way longer...'