RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 403: Lovers?

"Are you saying she loves me?

Because I’ve never picked up on that from her."

With the tone the ritualist had set, my sudden words had both female eyes moving to me.

They blinked in near unison, and I blinked back in innocence.

The ritualist went silent, while Ninja Momma had some words for me.

"If I loved you, you would have known a long time ago."

"I doubt that."

Not considering our conversation vital, Isolde turned from me back to her object of interest, a determined gaze on her face.

"Where are we?"

If you took a step and looked at things without bias, Ninja Momma had actually succeeded in getting information out of the tight-lipped woman.

I mean, her warning us of our current location was information in itself.

"You’ll find out soon enough." Isolde surprisingly received another reply.

"Don’t be a bitch. The three of us are quite capable. If we work together, we can get out of here."

"Hmm, why are you generalizing your helplessness?"

Isolde’s eyes narrowed at these words.

"You can get out of here."

"Like I said, worry about you and your lover."

Maybe it was because of my possession of the fallen knight, or most definitely my association with the Pope and Chiara, but I wasn’t bothered much by the current situation.

As I listened to the conversation between both women, other than understanding they shared a personal relationship, my mind birthed plans for Isolde, her butt, particularly.

When the ritualist called me her lover, what came to my mind was an opportunity to pound, to unlock a desire for sex in Isolde which only I could satisfy.

"If we survive this, let’s fuck.

We’ll go to the Bahamas, fuck like rabbits for three days, orgasms the only thing on our mind."

Once more, I poured oil into a tense situation.

Isolde’s lips slightly parted in bewilderment; she looked like she had a lot to say, but then a light bulb flickered in her head and her gaze hardened.

I knew the question she wanted to ask, but before I could assure her of her suspicions, calm her thoughts of us being helpless, a loud clang echoed through.

With my cell facing the passage that led out of our cell block, from within the darkness, I spotted shadows moving and soon got to see the individuals that were paying us a visit.

Three people — all men — walked in. Their banging footsteps informed us of the metallic nature of the floor outside the cells.

Till they walked into the light, stepping into the center our cells formed, my colleagues were left in suspense.

Of the three men, two were dressed in plain black uniforms, the batons in their hands similarly black. The third wore long black priestly robes, a white stole around his neck, and a rosary hanging from his left hand.

It was clear who was the boss, and while the other two men carefully studied us, the third man counted the beads of his rosary, clearly deep in prayer.

"Which of you is responsible for triggering the alarm?"

The words came slowly, and it was only after he was done speaking that he opened his eyes.

He slowly looked at all of us, then turned to me. "Any information to share, Mr. Lawson?"

"No, but I have a question."

Given the polite approach he used, I expected to get an audience, but the priest moved away from me, going in the direction of the ritualist’s cell.

"Anything to share?"

The woman kept mum, not even looking in the priest’s direction, and he, with a nod, moved on to Isolde’s cell. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Anything to share?"

"No."

The man nodded once more, but this time did not move away.

He waved to the two men behind him, and immediately they approached Isolde’s cell, unlocking it.

Caution appeared on the milf’s face and she looked to the priest.

"Am I getting justice?"

"You get what I give.

I need a scapegoat at the moment, and that’s what you’ll be."

Echo!!

I was on my feet, more than weighing the cons of causing chaos, but what my scan revealed to me calmed my nerves.

The two men touched Isolde with their batons, and within seconds she was on the floor, out cold.

They undid her collar and bindings and, placing cuffs on her wrists, hauled her out of her cell.

"Seems I was wrong."

Just like last time, my technique caused the alarm within the prison to start blaring again, and the priest let out a sigh of defeat and lamented.

"It’s over thirty years since the prison’s alarm last rang, yet today it’s gone off twice."

"You’ve confirmed none of us have a hand in this incident. Will you let her go?"

"No, I have plans for her."

The priest turned to depart, but I called back his attention.

"What about me?"

"What about you?"

"You’re just going to leave me here?"

"Yes. You’re a criminal."

"What crime did I commit?"

"None."

I was taken aback by the priest’s reply and frowned as a cruel smile stretched across his lips.

"I can do with you whatever I want, so your lips better be loose when I have time for you."

"Ehhh, I’m straight, I don’t swing that way."

The ordained man resumed his journey, but my words had him slightly pausing and throwing me an amused look.

He said nothing and continued on his way.

While the priest, with his entry attitude and behavior, gave us all the impression that he was a heartless, sadistic bastard looking to inflict misery on us, I knew that at least some of those things were not true.

I was sure he came over here to see if any of us was responsible for triggering the alarm of the prison, but him wanting to use Ninja Momma as a scapegoat was not the truth.

Minutes before, on my second use of Echo, I had spotted a very familiar face in the floors above us, seated in an office with a bald man dressed in Catholic robes, smoking a cigar.