RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System

Turning left, my eyes tracked the high-velocity shell which was released, watching it travel across the room and slam into the wall opposite.

The bullet tore into the wall, ripping out a large chunk of it, wood and dust exploding outward.

"Madam!!"

The voice came from opposite us, Giggs running into the room, gun raised, his face heavily covered in sweat.

I guess he finally escaped Martha.

It was scary how easily Martha could suppress the average mind.

Unlike me, who had to infiltrate the mind, her Ichor ruthlessly laid itself onto her target, and if they could not go past the monster she was, they became vulnerable to her games.

Taking my attention off Giggs, I turned back to the two women.

Denise had brought down her shotgun and, standing fearlessly less than four meters away, was looking the woman in the eye.

"Still think I'm weak? Or would you like to lose a leg?"

Now it wasn't just empty words.

Twice in a row, Denise could have blown out Martha's brains if she wanted, and both women knew it.

Martha's expression was currently one of calm, but I had caught the confusion and panic that had gripped her when Denise popped up on her twice—especially the second time. I could see fear threaten to grip her.

Whatever tension existed in the room now hung between Denise and Martha.

"That was unexpected," Martha's voice finally came after a moment of silence.

Releasing a snort, Denise turned and walked past the woman, heading to the mini-bar.

Behind the counter, the woman put down the gun and picked a black bottle from the shelf.

"I'm okay, Giggs," Denise waved.

Getting the message, Giggs's hands slackened, and though he still carried an expression of confusion, he turned around and left.

Uncorking the bottle she had selected, just as Denise poured herself a drink, I sat myself on a stool on the opposite side. Sadly, my presence wasn't welcomed. Denise turned her head to me, her eyes looking accusatory.

"Hey, why the face?" I reached out, picking up the glass the woman had set for herself.

"Is this how you bully her all the time?"

Strutting across the room, Martha found her way to my side, and I couldn't help but turn to her as her fingers caught the glass before it could reach my lips.

"If this is called bullying, then the same could be said for you."

"Well, Daddy, could you please not bully Martha? I like her."

Feeling Martha's fingers firm on the glass, I decided to let go.

With an appreciative smile, the woman brought it to her lips, taking a gentle sip.

"This is nice. You have beautiful taste."

Martha's appreciative gaze was on Denise, but the woman was not moved by her flattery.

"And what would you know about good wines?"

"Not much, honestly. But hanging around with Marcus, I've got to taste some very expensive wines, and this stands its ground."

"Hmmm."

Taking the glass from in front of Martha, Denise finally had a taste of her drink. But just when I thought it was time for me to extract the fearsome general, the most unexpected words left Martha's lips.

"Denise, I'm sorry about earlier."

Bringing the glass down, Denise raised a brow at Martha, and the woman continued, unabashed.

"We started off on the wrong foot. How about we forget the past and focus ahead?"

"We didn't start on the wrong foot. You stepped on my foot, disrespecting me in my own house in front of my subordinate."

"You're right, and for that, I apologise."

Deigning not to give a reply, Denise rolled her eyes and looked away.

"What would it take for you to believe my sincerity?"

"What you do is none of my business. I'm waiting for you to get out."

Martha's move had been nothing less than shocking.

I had never imagined a scenario where she would be apologising.

With the woman's surprising attempts at reconciliation falling through, I prepared to drag her down to her daughter, but then Martha began going around the counter.

With our eyes, Denise and I followed her steps, Denise staying still as Martha moved and stopped behind her.

My eyes narrowed at this, my senses stretching. I trusted Martha to know the value of Denise to me, but at the same time, it was without doubt that Denise had completely outdone her.

On the off chance the woman would snap, I had the Fallen Knight ready to appear in a second.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly thickened, but then Martha chuckled, breaking the ice.

"Calm down, you guys."

Not waiting for a response, she leaned forward and brought her lips to Denise's ear.

"If I knelt and apologised, will you be satisfied?"

The woman kept her voice low, but her words were audible in the silence of the room. While I was once more thrown into another shock, Denise blinked rapidly.

"Maybe."

The next thing that happened was Martha's form lowering, and then she was on her knees, her head resting on Denise's fat bum, smooching into it.

"Dear, I'm sorry for earlier. I understand how important you are to Marcus, and I wanted to protect you."

Echo!!

I didn't look for much, keeping the area of feedback just to the perimeter around me.

The 3D image of the room I was in appeared in my mind, and indeed, I wasn't hallucinating.

Martha had her head up, looking at Denise sincerely, and the woman looked down at her in confusion.

"Why are you squeezing my ass?"

Indeed, while Martha was also being sincere, her hands were busy sinking into Denise's rump, feeling up its texture.

"You have an amazing butt."

"Stand up," Denise grumbled, looking away with a hard expression.

Chuckling, Martha got to her feet, but she didn't move away from my POA. She looked at her from the side with a scrutinising look, then pouted. Yes, pouted.

"Why the long face? I'm not such a bad person; just give me a second chance."

Denise turned to the woman, and both of them assessed each other silently

"Your ass feels so good. I still don't understand how Marcus has never fucked you."

"You'll have to ask him that." Denise turned to me.

"Well, I guess we both have something in common, cause he's never fucked me, too."

Denise's head snapped to the woman in silent disbelief, her brow raising.

"Yes. I guess he just can't handle truly powerful women."

"Maybe." Denise glanced my way.

"Forget about him, though. You're very beautiful."

The compliment caught Denise's attention, and she silently watched as Martha's head moved closer to hers, their mouths meeting.

First, her lips pressed against Denise's, feeling their soft texture, then they began moving, her upper lip seeking entry, and without delay, Denise complied.

Sitting opposite the women, I watched them get into a French kiss, Martha's hand needing only a few seconds to crawl between Denise's legs.

Watching both women, I felt drawn to join in the fun, but a jarring problem for him was their sudden bonding.

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