Salvatore Leone’s POV: When I woke up, the person beside me had already vanished. Only the chaos of the scene and the virgin blood on the sheets proved what a wonderful and insane night I had spent with a woman. She was miraculous, feeling like a gift from heaven itself. As I penetrated her, I experienced an unprecedented level of satisfaction. Her tight vagina powerfully suctioned my penis, and I ejaculated inside her again and again. I am sure Columbo felt a similar shock and novelty when he discovered the new experience. Since an accident five years ago caused me to develop a severe allergic reaction to women, no woman could come near me. I could not endure contact with them, but as a normal man, I had normal physical needs. I had been actively treating this strange allergy, and numerous experts said it was a severe psychological disorder. As the godfather of the Mafia, my social interactions sometimes made it inevitable to encounter female servers at clubs. Many observed my attitude towards women, leading to scandals that branded me as a homosexual, a man who likes to penetrate men… those who spread such rumors were taken care of by my subordinates. However, I couldn’t deal with members of my own family. I couldn’t touch women, and the elders in my family thought I couldn’t procreate normally. My family values the continuation of our lineage. Being unable to produce offspring meant that the godfather position would eventually fall into someone else’s hands. This led to some rebellion within the family in recent years, even though I am still young. But last night, everything turned around because of that woman. As I recalled the events, the smooth sensation of her skin under my palm was irresistible. That unknown woman, for me, turned out to be a medical miracle unexplainable by science. She cured my body of its allergies, perhaps now I could touch other women too? Almost without hesitation, I picked up my phone and told my assistant, “Come over right away, bring five or six virgins.” Soon, my assistant Alex arrived with six women. I got out of bed, and walked towards these women naked, but before I could touch them, their scent made me want to vomit. “Get out!” I yelled, holding back nausea. “You all, leave,” Alex said as he opened the door, ushering the women out. “Check the surveillance, find the woman who came into my room.” Alex handed me a set of new clothes. I scanned the messy scene, my white shirt was gone, probably taken by her. With my power, finding this woman was a trivial task. In those few minutes, an idea gradually formed in my mind. “Woman?” “What’s the issue?” Alex’s response annoyed me. “But I recall you’re allergic to women, getting itchy rashes when near them.” I’m well aware of that. I spent three years abroad for treatment without success, but unexpectedly, I wasn’t allergic to my one-night stand? “Just follow my instructions,” I decided not to explain anything to Alex. Once we found that woman, he would understand why. If I had to explain every action, being a godfather would be exhausting. “No problem,” Alex nodded, ready to leave, but I suddenly remembered something and instructed, “Have Mr. Zion come to my office.”