RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 441: Two Lucids

The world was tranquil and serene, and then I opened my eyes.

Releasing a breath, I pushed my head off my arms, staring at the small desk my limbs were resting on before looking around at the empty classroom.

I sat in silence for several seconds, then got to my feet and headed for the windows opposite me.

Soothing morning sun, white clouds, green lawn, paved terrace, and a wide parking lot.

The simple sights I saw through the window held my gaze for nearly a minute. There was no one in sight, and in the end, I turned and exited the classroom.

It was surreal to find myself in my blue pyjamas while in school, and I shoved my hands into my pockets as I walked through the hallway.

I took the routes I was familiar with, and when a particular door came into sight, I slowed. A woman stepped out of it and turned to face me with a surprised smile.

"Marcus, what are you doing here?"

I remained standing quietly, gazing at her, and when her smile did not retract, she quickly made her way over to me.

Worry clung to the edges of her lips as she got closer, observing my expression remain blank, and when she was close enough, she reached out for my cheek, her expression now one of care and concern.

What a sweet woman, I told myself, feeling her genuine worry.

"Is something wrong?"

"Yes."

"What is it?" She leaned closer.

"Let’s go watch the sun together."

"Okay." Mirah showed no hint of objection.

I lost track of my mind for several seconds, and when my brain came back online, I was standing on the school roof, a nun by my side and the rising sun ahead of us.

"Do you always watch the morning sun?"

"No, but with you I want to."

My left hand slipped from my pocket and smoothly went around the nun’s waist, resting on her large rump, and then I gently pulled her closer.

Mirah did not object. She put her arm around me and rested her head on my chest.

"Does this feel better?"

I didn’t reply, honestly enjoying the rays from above, and then the scene transformed.

The school building disappeared, but the sun remained. A meadow filled with lilies and sunflowers spread out around us.

We stood in front of a cottage painted in a variety of colours and looked ahead at several children laughing and playing.

Older children tried to organise them, and even young adults popped up, laughing amongst themselves off to the side.

Mirah stiffened in my grip, but before she could begin to think too deeply, we were no longer standing. Now I sat in the meadow, the nun seated on my thigh and held close, my arms around her thighs and back.

"Marcus, you’re holding Sister Mirah like she’s a baby."

The words came from a little girl who had run away from her friends and was looking at us with a bright gaze.

"That’s because she’s my baby."

"Really?"

"I’m not a baby," Mirah immediately reacted, pushing herself out of my hold and standing to the side.

"Everyone is somebody’s baby. Just as you are Sister Mirah’s baby, so is she mine. Or do you think she doesn’t deserve to be cared for?"

"Everyone deserves to be cared for. They should have a special someone."

"Good. Alright, go play with your friends."

"Come and join us."

I obliged, moving away from beside Mirah and soon finding myself playing tag with a group of children.

The joy from the kids was infectious, and at some point, I let myself forget about Mirah and focus entirely on the game.

I don’t know how long passed, but suddenly I found myself back on the school roof.

The cottage had been replaced with the school building, but the scene below remained the same.

Mirah stood to the side, staunchly looking down, and I walked up beside her.

"Why didn’t you come play with us?" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"I’m busy."

The next second, we were back in the meadow, playing with the kids, and this lasted until night.

Everyone else was gone, and we sat together looking at the stars in the sky, our hands entwined.

"If this is what you love, then why go into doing business? There are other career paths you could have followed."

"You don’t like business?"

"For the well-paying type you seem to do, I’m sure it has its hassles and trying moments. It’s difficult to be prominent and not be tainted by the world."

"Yet it is only from such positions that one can effectively disburse joy to many others."

"Then what of your own joy?"

"I’m tainted. I’ve pledged to sacrifice, but at the same time, I can’t help but want to feel joy."

I lifted our locked hands, making Mirah look at them, and she shook her head.

"I have my vows."

"Which is more important, to keep to the rules or to bequeath salvation?"

I turned to Mirah, and the woman turned to me, our gazes boring into each other, sparks flying.

Mirah could see or think of no one else, her ploy having backfired as our recent activities had softened and accelerated the severing of her emotions to others.

The moment was right. All that was left was for someone to make a move, and I knew that someone had to be me.

Just as I readied to flip myself over the woman, a thunderous lightning shot through the sky. The calm breeze that had been blowing was immediately replaced by strong winds, and both Mirah and I sat up.

"Wait here."

Mirah’s image disappeared, and seconds later it popped back up.

Worry was on my face as the woman returned quite quickly, but within, I lamented the beautiful opportune moment that had just been ruined.

"Yes, everything is fine."

The weather returned to the peace it was before, proving Mirah’s words.

"What was the problem?" I honestly asked.

"Someone troublesome. They came for you. You need to be careful, Marcus," Mirah said.

The woman was obviously worried for me, but her eyes stared into mine inquisitively, an energy spreading through my being, and I could feel myself being laid bare before her.