SEXY MECH SYSTEM-Chapter 33: Outbursts

"No, I’m fine," Syril courteously responded.

"Fine? But..." Sherry wanted to persuade, but was abruptly cut short.

"I’m fine... I came to check on you, didn’t I?" Syril smiled, placing a finger to seal her lips and retracting after.

No rush.

Gentle.

That was the only way he could get her.

Sherry’s facial expression softened. She held his calm gaze for some seconds before her words fell out.

"Yesterday, when you left, I came straight home. Jessica was waiting. And since she has Healing ability, she fixed me," Sherry smiled, happy to talk about her daughter.

"That’s good. I didn’t know she had Healing ability... Good to hear. Where is she? It’s been a long time since we met."

"Oh yeah, that was what I got her. I couldn’t go with that stupid decision my parents made by getting me Regeneration ability." Sherry found herself lamenting, hating that decision her folks made that altered her life completely.

"I thought you’d meet her yesterday, but you insisted on leaving," she paused, leaning in to check areas where there were cuts. When she found none, she continued. "I’m glad you’re okay now. And as for Jessie’s whereabouts..."

Syril’s attention was immediately snatched by something else. When Sherry leaned in, her titties pushed against its confine, emboldening her juicy cleavage that was just a few meters away from his grasp.

He had to forcefully stop himself from doing anything stupid, and had to ignore that crazy impulse.

Another knowledge came crashing on him.

He thought he saw her as a motherly figure. He had forced himself to believe Sherry couldn’t be seen as attractive, instead, should be seen as a helper he couldn’t harbor such ’disgusting’ thoughts for.

He didn’t think she wasn’t attractive because of the age gap and also didn’t think that because she was a mother. His sense of right and wrong just naturally fought those thoughts.

Now that he could hold her almost bare sight, he finally rationalized that all of those reasons were hoaxes.

He wanted to claim her as much as any man wants to claim a woman. Not because of the system or mission. He didn’t feel forced now.

Now, he just craved the whole of Sherry. And to know that she was sexually deprived, it felt more right to do this. It felt more right to reward his benefactor.

Maybe he didn’t have stronger feelings like he does for Amanda, but he wanted Sherry’s entirety.

Howbeit, Sherry was oblivious to these thoughts and innocently continued with the discussion.

"Jessie left for her high school. She’s still on her college processes. You know how hard it is to get into college these days, and to say she’s pushing for one of the big guns, it’s a whole lot."

"Hm... I understand," Syril affirmed, silently thanking heavens for blessing him with Amy Vancouver. After all, she was the one who made his admission easy. Super easy into the United States’ biggest college.

"Now let’s forget that. I still can’t make much sense of what happened yesterday. How are you? I can see your cuts are gone, but really, how are you?" Sherry asked, her voice tinged with mixed feelings as the memories of yesterday’s event flooded.

"Well, I..." Syril was about to respond but was also cut short.

"I’m so sorry about yesterday..." Sherry broke. She had been trying to compose herself seeing that the true victim was more relaxed, forcing herself to appear calm as the adult present. She didn’t last long. "I’m sorry you experienced such gruesomeness because of me..."

"Hey, hey! Relax now. I’m here. I’m fine." Syril moved in, wrapping his arms around her in a gentle embrace.

Seeing this, Sherry broke completely. She couldn’t hold it in any longer.

Her restrained tears broke free, her tank of suppressed emotions, anguish, and pains she had long kept hidden bursting with explosive force as she found a leaning shoulder.

"The truth is..." she sobbed, pouring raw emotions out with tears that felt heavy. "I’ve constantly been facing this. I can’t... count how many times I’ve been robbed, and I can’t count how many times I’ve been molested in my own store. My savings, profits, and many other things have been stolen under my watch..."

"Abilities I couldn’t overcome, men I couldn’t bring down... So many! They’ve taken a lot from me. They stripped me of my own hard-earned possession under my failing powers, under my weak watch."

She held onto Syril tightly, using both hands to grip his muscular frame as she cried out. And Syril didn’t bother saying anything. He didn’t complain. He allowed her to talk, allowed her to pour her pains out.

"I didn’t have any choice. I didn’t have anyone to fight for me, didn’t have any shoulder to cry on, didn’t have anyone to look up to. The authorities couldn’t do anything. I kept trying to push, I kept trying to fight. I took loans, restocked, overworked myself in others’ households, because I couldn’t give up..." She continued.

"Giving up meant giving up on my baby. Giving up meant losing everything. I couldn’t, Syril."

She shuffled in his arms, raising her head to look into his eyes. Her vision was blurred by her own tears and she couldn’t tell what expression Syril had on his face, but she continued. She knew he was still there, knew he was listening. His arms wrapping her tightly conveyed much.

"You know what would have happened if you didn’t come yesterday? I had been saving for Jessie. All of the money I had was what would aid my daughter’s admission into college, and I was so close to losing everything..."

"Until you came in."

"I don’t even know how to thank you..." She rubbed her face on his shirt, cleaning the obstruction in her eyes. "You are my hero, Syril. Because of you, I can finally do what is right. That money is more than enough to give my daughter what she deserves. Thanks..."

"No." Syril finally spoke, and despite his attempt to sound smooth, he croaked. He had struggled to say a single syllable because of his raw emotional turbulence.

All this while, as he listened to Sherry’s cries, he had been thinking how far this had been happening. How his benefactors had been hiding their own struggles and still helping him.

They were wearing masks of sympathy and generosity, when deep down, they were silently suffering.

Amanda was struggling with her own feelings, fighting to be sane whenever she sees the young man who strangely interests her in a special way. Despite her inner struggles, she kept helping him, supporting in all ways she could.

Sherry on the other hand was suffering from debts and constant bullies, fighting her own battles with merciless robbers, cruel society, and the hardship that comes with being a single mother. Yet she helped him whenever he came around, offering free foods and encouraging words with sweet smiles.

And Amy...

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I know you’re probably wondering why I’ve been taking long to upload...

I’m sorry. Work is a bitch. College is a bitch.

But I didn’t forget y’all. Matter of fact, I have something prepared for everyone.

Y’all stood by me, silently supporting, increasing the family... And I’m happy for all of those.

Thanks a lot.

Because of this, I am preparing a stock for y’all. March 1st, I’m releasing 32 Chapters. 2 for the public, and 30 in privilege tiers.

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More explanations coming in the next Chapter.

Till then, stay blessed.

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