RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 339: Chaos

Before interception or exchange was made, there was a bit of foretelling about the escalating situation and it was not good.

To attack me, Martha silently pressed off the ground, her figure seemingly blending with the wind as she made her way toward me. On my end, to accelerate and match Martha’s speed, my fallen knight blasted off, shattering the earth beneath his feet.

Unfortunately, this brutal effect did not stop after my fallen knight kicked off. With each step he took, the ground beneath his feet compressed and then exploded. This continued until he and the busty MILF met, their tightened right fists colliding.

Bam!!

As the two entities met, the world paused for a second. Everything seemed to freeze. There was a powerful clash of energy between their fists, a faint wave of red blasting out from the impact and then my soldier was sent flying backwards, speeding toward me.

My fallen knight blasted the ground beneath him as he shot through the air back toward me. Then, whether from Martha’s brilliance or just chance, he crashed into the ground a few meters away from me.

Mentally connected to the fallen knight, able to know all it was going to do and perfectly influence it, I kept my gaze on Martha, not bothering to check on its state or the wave of dust and earth blasting from its crash site and sweeping toward me.

Watching Martha, my eyes narrowed. After sending my knight out of the way, she began walking toward me, clenching and unclenching her fists, her eyes glancing up at the skies in confusion.

"You look confused. Is there a problem?"

Martha was still some ways from me, yet to even walk past Valera, who was off to the side. Still, I pushed myself to my feet and spoke so my words reached the woman.

Her face tight, Martha didn’t look like she wanted to answer my question, but her curiosity was strong and it won out.

"How did you get such an abomination to walk beneath the sky freely?"

The words were spoken softly, no power put into them, yet they filtered into the ears of each and every one of us present.

"Don’t aggravate her, she’s been brewing since yesterday," Nadia, who had stood up and was grabbing onto my arm, said.

Seeing how tense she stood and how tight her grip was, I understood that the woman was struggling to suppress her fear, trying to prevent her body from visibly trembling.

To the side, my fallen knight without letting out a sound, like the dead soldier it was flexed its fingers and pushed up from the ground.

It moved robotically and stood to its feet, blasts of energy leaving its body and blowing away the remaining dust around it.

Unlike during its debut, where its shillong swung aimlessly and I had left the dark, rosy upper body of my knight exposed with its perfect chest in view of all, it was now clothed in white, baggy joggers. Its feet were covered in black boots, and silver bracelets adorned its wrists—all items I had purchased from the shop.

"Martha, your actions are putting Valera in a tight spot. She doesn’t need such pressure and scars worst of all, not from us."

"’Us,’ ehhhh? I’m her mother. What are you?"

"Her boyfriend."

"And what are we?"

"Lovers."

Seeing Martha stop in her tracks, I thought I had succeeded in talking a bit of sense into her, but then her eyes went to Valera. Staring at her daughter, the energy around Martha began to shift.

"I trusted you and..."

Whatever rage was in Martha was so strong the woman couldn’t finish her words. Her mouth opened in a growl toward me, a faint dome of red energy rising from her.

It looked like the woman would blast toward me at any moment, but in a show of control, she quickly reined in her emotions.

"Sir, just apologize," Nadia whispered from the side, this time abandoning any pretence of bravery and taking shelter behind me.

"Apologize for what?"

"For fucking her daughter," Nadia pleaded behind me.

I rubbed my chin, considering Nadia’s words and whether that was the solution, then shrugged.

My shoulders relaxed, and letting out a breath, I calmed down.

This time, I didn’t just look calm, I became calm.

It was what it was.

"Are you pissed I fucked your daughter, or are you pissed I fucked her while also fucking you?

I love her. She loves me. I love you. You love me and that’s what should matter to you.

She knew of my plays with you and was quite happy to share me with you. Why can’t you also be happy to share her with me?

Valera didn’t shy from telling me all the things the both of you could do with me. Do you not also want to spend more quality time with your daughter?

You’re not being a good mother at the moment, Martha."

"I’m not a child, Marcus," Martha calmly said.

"Okay. Then tell me, tell us, what is the point of all this fuss?

Do you want to kill me, or do you just want to throw a tantrum? Because I can assure you, I have every intention to fuck her the next chance I get."

"You’ll never get that chance."

Martha spoke with finality, but whatever the woman was implying, I didn’t really care.

To the side, fluctuations of energy had begun coming from the fallen knight. Around its body, yellow energy coalesced, forming into armor that floated an inch above its skin.

At the display from the fallen knight, Martha shifted her attention.

With interest, she watched for some seconds as my knight’s armor was birthed into existence, then got bored and moved her attention to Valera.

"This isn’t how I raised you..."

A couple more lines of bullshit were about to spill from Martha’s lips, but I wasn’t in the mood to hear it.

My knight blasted off the ground, its figure blurring and wanting to fade out of reality, streaking its way toward the dark-haired MILF.