RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 444: The Target

Chiara didn’t say anything for the first few seconds, just silently looking at Mirah.

"You seduced her."

"Clearly." I had a grin.

There were some serious lopsided factors on my side, but that didn’t change the pride running through me. Chiara had spoken about saints with some sort of reverence and with an understanding of their uniqueness—I had bagged one.

A worry now was if my taint on Mirah would affect her holiness.

The stupid grin on Mirah’s face told of how much pleasure she had derived from our encounter. Her legs spread, white cream in the middle, she was a work of art, and I noticed Chiara doing another thorough inspection of her form.

"If you want, I can do the same to you."

The councillor merely threw me a glance and looked back at the nun, frowning as her projection moved around.

"Why bring her here?"

"The students would have come and cut our session short."

"How long have you both been out here?" Chiara focused on the dried white marks on her thighs.

"Since 6 a.m. You should have seen us go at it.

How about I call you next time we’re about to fuck."

"I have better things."

"Really, you are not interested in doing research on her—a saint who has been tempted and corrupted, made to break her vows."

My words roused interest in Chiara, but when she looked up at me, it was not for my seductive tactics.

"Why did you call me here.

You’ve defiled an honoured member of the church; you don’t expect me to give you an ovation."

I shrugged. "You see it, don’t you."

Shaking her head with a sigh, Chiara moved forward and leaned over Mirah, me joining her, my hands roaming her waist.

"Can you touch it."

"Yes."

My fingers sifted along Mirah’s waist. They curled and then went up, and while to anyone watching I seemed to be holding nothing, using Echo, I saw the red-dotted black beads Mirah had around her waist.

I don’t know how Chiara did it, but she could also see the waist beads, and I lightly pulled on them before letting go.

"Since I took off her clothes and noticed the beads, I’ve observed that every passive energy that comes to her is absorbed by it. Its absorption rate is quite high too; the beads seem more tuned to passive energy than active."

"These beads are the work of a witch or a Scribbler, and they are made with advanced scribbling."

"Not spells."

"No. Scribbling involves imbuing objects with special abilities and strictly falls under Psion usage."Chiara explained.

"Oh." I properly stored the knowledge.

"The question now is who put this bead on her. She has nowhere near the required knowledge to do this."

"I’m not so sure. She pulled me into a dream last night."

"An attack." Chiara’s tone hardened, her eyes going vigilant.

"No. Our kiss last evening rattled her, and she was trying to understand herself and her feelings."

It didn’t take Chiara long to figure out what had happened in the dream.

"You used it to manipulate her."

"I just showed her the truth. I truly care."

Whether she believed my words or not, my handler didn’t show it.

"If she’s adept at pulling you into a dream, then I guess we have to reevaluate her knowledge base."

"Yeah, but I don’t think she’s a threat. Our true target is Tessy Colt."

Chiara took a few seconds to remember and go over the individual with the name, then she looked at me with raised brows.

"Tessy Colt? Why?"

She didn’t hide the surprise on her face. Even in a world of lies and masks, anyone with Tessy’s biography would doubt my words, especially when they had Mirah as her victim.

"I can’t speak on my source, but what you should know is that a divinity sits in the Texas senate, and I need your help to deal with her."

.....

Mirah turned towards me, and then I looked at her. We held contact for some seconds, and then she turned to her hands, her fingers tightly entwined.

I couldn’t be sure what was going on in her head, but I knew that I wasn’t being looked at as a villain.

Rather than wake up and lash out with conviction, pointing fingers at others to save herself the blame, Mirah introspected.

I reached out my right hand and placed it on her right palm, making her look at me, and staring at her, I looked ahead.

"Look, the main road."

After traveling over untarred roads for the past minutes, dealing with several bumps, it was a relief to see a tarred road.

I felt much of the tension that had claimed Mirah drop, and I chuckled.

"Were you scared."

"No." The answer was clean.

"Really, you never for a second thought I would harm you."

"No, I agreed to be here with you. I wouldn’t do that if I thought you would harm me."

"You look tense though."

"I was overcome with lust when I agreed to follow you. Now that I am in my right senses, I’m ashamed of myself for falling so easily into temptation."

"So you regret it."

"I..." Mirah was conflicted, then she strengthened her resolve.

"I don’t regret it, and that’s what makes it worse.

My vows and promises—to think I would break them so deplorably."

[Honest lover activated]

"I love you.

I never wanted to hurt you, but I’m not so selfless as to let my destiny pass by...."

I strengthened my hold over Mirah’s palms for some seconds, then released them with a smile.

"We’ve been gone for most of the day. I’m sure the students and teachers must be worried.

You should call them."

Mirah hesitated for only a second, then reached for her phone.

I waited till she was talking with one of the teachers to move over, and to Mirah’s shock, grabbed her boobs.

Her eyes first flew to Wanda, who was at the driver’s seat, then they moved to me, and before she could voice complaints, the voice from the phone pulled her attention.

Mirah didn’t talk for long, but within that short period, I played with her boobs through her outfit and felt up her thighs, my hands straying dangerously close to her kitty.

"Why did you do that?" She asked immediately the call ended.

"I couldn’t resist. You’re too delicious"