My Milf Harem Conquest System In A Women's World-Chapter 36: Step One: Completed

Jason chose to remain at the Villa for the next four days rather than return immediately to Downtown. The idea of sleeping within its walls, walking through its quiet spaces, and allowing the atmosphere to settle around him would grant a deeper sense of connection to the place. More importantly, it would help him determine what improvements could be made. Before anything else, however, he needed supplies, enough to sustain him comfortably during his stay. The kitchen was well-furnished but empty, and he had no intention of surviving on snacks or bottled water.

He picked up his phone from the counter, searched for the nearest grocery store, and located one about thirty minutes away by car. A local taxi service operated nearby, so he ordered a ride and waited by the front gate. The driver arrived within twenty minutes, a middle-aged man who greeted him with polite curiosity.

"You’re staying at that place up there?" the driver asked as he started the engine.

Jason inclined his head and gazed through the window at the passing trees.

"Yes. I just arrived. It is a beautiful property."

The man smiled faintly while adjusting the rearview mirror.

"Not many people stay in San Gabriel for long. It is quiet, but the houses are old. That one, though, is different. They renovated it not too long ago. You seem quite young to own such a property."

Jason listened attentively, noting the trace of familiarity in the man’s tone.

"You know about the Villa?"

"Oh, that one," the driver replied. "I have driven a few workers there before. Painters, cleaners, and one interior designer who complained about the distance."

That information pleased Jason more than he expected. It confirmed that maintenance had been recent and suggested that the system might have coordinated the workers without their awareness.

When they reached the store, he paid the driver, requested that he return in an hour, and stepped inside. The aisles were quiet, the staff courteous, and the selection broad enough to meet his needs.

He picked up essential items first, such as rice, pasta, spices, vegetables, and several bottles of juice. He added basic cleaning supplies, toiletries, and two thick blankets in case the nights became cold. At the checkout counter, the cashier smiled and asked if he planned to camp.

Without hesitation, Jason responded calmly:

"I am staying at the Villa, so I just need to make it livable for a few days until I leave."

"That explains the large order," she remarked casually as she scanned the items.

Jason gave a faint smile but offered no further comment. Once he returned to the Villa, he stored everything neatly, filled the refrigerator, and prepared a simple meal before evening settled.

After eating, he sat at the large table near the window with his notebook open. The first step required confirming local tax rates and identifying services that could maintain the property in his absence. This was where most new property owners failed. A valuable asset could easily become a liability if not managed with care and consistency.

He opened his laptop, which he had brought along with him, connected to the internet, and began researching Orleans’ residential tax system. Within minutes, several documents appeared on the city’s administrative site, outlining property tax percentages, payment schedules, and registration procedures. He read attentively, highlighting the sections relevant to properties used for short-term rentals.

It was during that research that a second idea formed. If he transformed the Villa into a high-end vacation home, he could attract clients who valued privacy and refinement over the noise of crowded hotels. Such a concept would appeal to professionals, artists, and small families seeking tranquility for a week or two. However, the challenge rested in managing and maintaining the property remotely.

He leaned back, weighing the possibilities. Renting it would provide a steady income but require a local manager and cleaning staff. Selling it would bring immediate profit but eliminate the long-term potential. Ownership gave him leverage, a resource that could support future projects or serve personal use.

’This place can sustain itself if I structure it correctly,’ he thought, a faint gleam of satisfaction flickering in his eyes.

He reached for his phone and began making calls. The first was to the local property registry office to confirm ownership transfer, which the system had apparently managed automatically. After a brief exchange, the clerk verified that the documents were legitimate and that the name listed matched his identification. The entire process took less than ten minutes, and Jason thanked her politely before ending the call.

Next, he searched for cleaning and security services within a thirty-minute radius. Two companies appeared reputable, both with excellent reviews. He called the first, and a woman answered with professional composure.

"Good evening, this is San Gabriel Home Care Services. How may I assist you?" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"I recently acquired a property near the northern section of San Gabriel," Jason explained. "I intend to stay for a few days, but I will need consistent maintenance afterward. Do you handle long-term cleaning contracts?"

"Yes, we do," she replied promptly. "Would you like to schedule an inspection visit?"

"That would be ideal. Tomorrow morning works best," he said with precision.

She took his information, confirmed the address, and ended the call with courteous efficiency. He recorded the appointment in his notebook before moving on to the next matter: security. The second company specialized in property surveillance and offered a remote access system compatible with mobile devices. He immediately found the idea appealing and spoke with a representative named Lucas, who explained the service in detail.

"Our installations include outdoor cameras and motion sensors," Lucas said. "They connect directly to your phone so you can monitor activity in real time. We also provide weekly patrols."

"That fits my situation perfectly," Jason replied. "Schedule the installation for tomorrow afternoon, after the cleaning team’s visit."

Lucas confirmed and sent a digital form to his email, which Jason promptly filled out before closing the laptop. That concluded the first stage of his plan, ensuring both reliability and security for the property.

As night approached, he walked through the Villa once more, inspecting every feature with deliberate precision. The living room opened into a spacious dining area furnished with elegant restraint. The kitchen, though modern, possessed a homely structure that made it comfortable and practical. Upstairs, the bedrooms were neatly arranged, each featuring wide windows that framed serene views of the surrounding greenery.

He paused at the balcony adjoining the master bedroom and studied the distance between the Villa and the nearest visible property. The landscape stretched far and quiet, giving an impression of solitude without unease. The road leading to the main gate was smoothly paved and bordered by low fences that marked the property’s boundary with subtle definition.

He continued toward the backyard, where a narrow trail extended to the edge of the tree line. The path seemed to lead toward neighboring plots that might contain other residences, though none were visible from this point. Curiosity guided him onward. He followed the trail until it opened into a small clearing where an abandoned greenhouse stood. Its glass panels were clouded, and the framework carried traces of rust, yet the structure remained sturdy despite clear neglect.

After examining it carefully, Jason realized it could easily be restored with minimal expense and later offered alongside the Villa as a small farming or gardening feature for guests. He took several photos, capturing angles that highlighted both the promise and the deterioration.

When he returned to the main building, he opened his notebook and began drafting a list of possible enhancements. The greenhouse restoration came first, followed by the installation of improved lighting along the perimeter, subtle interior decoration to strengthen its appeal, and the creation of a brochure for future clients.

It was then that a quiet realization crossed his mind, drawing a faint, knowing smile to his lips.

***

The following morning began early. Jason woke before sunrise, reviewed his notes, and prepared coffee while waiting for the cleaning team to arrive. They reached the Villa at nine, two men and a woman who carried supplies and greeted him politely.

"Good morning. We were told to clean and inspect the property thoroughly," the woman said with a gentle smile. "Is there any particular area you want us to focus on?"

"Good morning to you too. Yes," Jason replied evenly after returning the greeting. "Start with the bedrooms and bathrooms, then check the pool area for any maintenance issues. I will walk around and return shortly."

While they worked, he left the Villa and began a long walk toward the nearest residential area. The road stretched between rows of tall trees and narrow fences, leading gradually to a cluster of small shops. The walk took nearly thirty minutes, enough time for him to observe the community and its structure.

San Gabriel, though distant from the city, possessed potential. The town appeared suited for individuals who valued privacy and calm living. The occasional sight of well-kept homes confirmed that quality, even though most properties were aged, just as the taxi driver had mentioned the previous day. A modest bakery caught his attention, its sign painted in fading red letters. He entered and ordered coffee with a pastry, using the opportunity to converse with the owner, an older woman with a serene and friendly demeanor.

"You’re not from around here," she observed as she prepared his order.

"I came to see a property. Although, I might turn it into a vacation place."

Under the radar, Jason deliberately mentioned the idea of transforming the Villa into a vacation home so word would begin spreading subtly before he launched it officially. Revealing more than that to a stranger was unnecessary.

Thoughtfully, the woman replied, "That would be good for this area. Tourists come for the nature, but they always leave because there aren’t enough proper lodgings."

That single comment solidified his decision and made him grin quietly.

When he returned to the Villa, he thanked the cleaning crew for their work and inspected the results. The rooms smelled fresh, the surfaces gleamed, and the pool shimmered under the daylight.

Lucas from the security company arrived soon after and introduced himself. He installed the cameras discreetly, explained the monitoring process, and demonstrated how to access live footage through the phone application. Jason paid the fee immediately and tested the system before the technician departed.

By evening, everything functioned perfectly. The Villa was secure, spotless, and ready for further development. Jason sat by the table once more, reviewing his notes carefully. The path ahead was clear. He would transform the Villa into a luxury retreat, designed for short-term rentals, marketed through verified channels, and managed remotely.

Every decision aligned with precision, forming a structure of stability and gain. He looked through the glass wall toward the pool and allowed a faint smile to form.

’Step one completed,’ he thought, content.

Now that he was done building stable business channels to generate income, he could finally connect freely with Melissa, the Milf Circle, and Daniel... so as to officially begin the real game. In time, Jason still planned to open another venture alongside this...

Oh, to mention, the coffee he drank this morning tasted really nice...