RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 409: System Schemes

[Low Grade Regeneration Potion 200,000 PSDP]

[Mid Grade Regeneration Potion 400,000 PSDP]

Another thing about the system was that while it was built to support me and advance its functions according to my needs, it also sought to bankrupt me.

Maybe it was a way for it to discourage overreliance, but at the slightest slip, the system was ready to eat up all my points.

The ridiculous price tags were not all.

[Each use of a regeneration potion will be followed by sex with 3 individuals. Individuals selected by the system.]

[Nikki Collak,

Cindi Howard,

Anita Bowling]

Nikki was the current Vice President of Shell here in Europe, while the other two were regional powerhouses in the US.

Honestly, the system’s requirement for the restoration of my arm did not make sense. I tried figuring out the reason for the women and, in the end, could only chalk it up to some scheme being cooked up.

Thankfully, I had other options.

After being held on St Bernard for three days, I spent five more days at the Vatican, using the better part of the day convincing my trusted partners abroad that I was safe and well.

Denise had been direct and professional with her questions, while Martha let slip her emotions.

Whispers filled with promises of pleasure from over the phone had me rock hard in front of Lucy, my member throbbing.

By the end of that call, I had unleashed, and Lucy was already bouncing on my dick. By the time night came, I had her ass cheeks glowing a dark shade of red.

After days and nights of pleasure, Chiara had finally come for me, the female and I boarding a chopper to a location situated outside the Vatican.

"Where are we headed?"

"A top secret location."

"Which is where?"

"In a top secret location." The redhead smirked, then put a finger to her lips.

It seemed our pilots for today weren’t on our faction’s payroll.

It took us close to an hour to get to our destination, a tall hospital with a helipad on its roof.

"So much for secrecy," I rolled my eyes at the female.

Stepping off the chopper, rather than make ourselves comfortable in one of the upper rooms like the many VIPs that visited, we descended to the ground floor, went past it, and headed underground.

"You guys figured that rather than make some hidden centre and then have to deal with secretly transporting supplies, why not just build an actual hospital and hide in plain sight."

"Yep."

Out of the Vatican, though I knew the risks, I wasn’t too bothered by them.

Echo!!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5—more and more seconds went by, and despite the secrets being held underneath the hospital, no alarm went off.

Though I couldn’t point it out, I was very sure this underground facility had its own elite security system, but it seemed it lacked something which St Bernard Island had.

"The warden made a mention of the prison alarm system being set off multiple times," Chiara suddenly said.

"Oh."

"Yes, and this only began happening after you were brought in."

"I see." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Nature has a natural pulse with which it breathes, reminding us all that it watches.

Just now I felt a change in that breathing pattern.

Quite strange, right?"

"Yeah."

Isolde already knew I had a sort of scouting technique, and while I wasn’t bothered about Chiara figuring out the same, how dangerously close she came to understanding the source of my ability had me worried.

Against the aged and experienced powers of this world, Echo was my ultimate trump card.

The ability to see all things in a radius gave me the power to plan ahead, to know whether to bow, flee, or fight.

If the origin and workings of this technique were to be figured out, I held no delusion that with the expertise around, a counter to it would not be created.

Chiara already knew I had a unique physique that easily absorbed and released natural energy. Unlike others, she wasn’t far from the truth.

Speaking nothing more on the topic, when the elevator stopped, Chiara led me into a room with bright lights and white walls.

We came to a reception desk, a petite brunette wearing a white nose mask on duty.

Recognition flashed in the female’s eyes at the sight of Chiara, yet the redhead still had to walk to the glass door that blocked our route and present her eyes to a lens that came from the ceiling.

A beep sounded as Chiara’s identity was confirmed. The door opened on its own, and Chiara and I walked in.

Entering a narrow corridor, the sound of our footsteps the only thing reaching our ears, we walked until we reached the first door and entered.

Behind the door were several beeping pieces of equipment and a group of four men wearing white lab coats and masks.

One of the men walked up to us and exchanged greetings.

I got an introduction to the rest of the men in the room, and in time was placed on a sophisticated surgical bed, its frame moving on four wheels situated at its centre.

A few words were said to me, then a gas mask was placed over my face.

"Mr. Lawson, the procedure can be rather painful and can throw you into a frenzy. We’ll need to restrict you."

"Sure."

I smirked at the surprised expression that flashed on Chiara’s face, enjoying as her mind went into overdrive, trying to figure out what made me so confident to allow myself to be bound up by strangers.

The number of people who knew about the Fallen Knight was still limited to Martha, Denise, Nadia, and Valera.

I had called forth the abomination on St Bernard, but that was the torture room, and considering the acts they were ready to try on me, no camera had been active.

I had made sure of that with Echo.

"Okay, sir, we are ready to begin. Are you?"