RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 411: Mentor For Lucy

I was still sceptical whether I wanted Chiara to really accompany me back to America, but since the woman had turned down my invitation, there was no need to try convincing her.

We all had our lives to live, and for someone as old as the redhead, I was sure she already had long-stretching plans laid down.

Thinking of a redhead made my mind go toward a blue head, Hontas’s face popped into my head, along with the image of her soft, flexible body.

Shivering slightly, I cleared my head of the dirty thoughts and focused on the path ahead, I mean the literal ground I was walking on.

I had left Chiara back at the airport’s VIP lounge and was now walking toward my jet.

Looking around, I loved the sight of personnel tending to my jet—last-minute checks and runway instructions being given, a man with light sticks in hand already standing by.

The sight reminded me that I was now a man with a net worth stretching over 20 billion, euphoria beginning to rise in me, but somehow, the name Midaford sneaked into my head, and I was instantly depressed.

In 2025, Elon Musk, the richest in the world, had yet to reach a 500-billion-dollar net worth, yet here in 2002, there was an individual ready to fork out that sum on the go.

"Comparison is the death of happiness," I told myself and instantly moved to admiring the first of my new collection of toys.

Painted black, the Learjet had a long, wide red strip circling around its body and several stripes of red on its wings and tail.

Two powerful engines purred within its wings, and it had a sharp nose to speed up acceleration in the air.

I didn’t receive any welcome as I climbed up to the jet’s door—not that I needed to.

A step into the plane and I could already smell the tense atmosphere. A glance to my right, and I spotted Prisca and Lucy having a face-off, a hostess in a plain red uniform standing between the tall and shorter women, trying to mediate.

As I stepped further in, it didn’t take me long to understand that the white foldable seat to the right of the plane, having a window to its right and a table ahead, was the object of contention.

Before I reached the two women, they noticed my presence and quickly put on smiles on their faces, dispersing any hint of disagreement between themselves.

"At least they know how to behave."

"Daddy!!"

"Marcus!!"

I hid my surprise at Lucy’s boldness, and it was Prisca who was left looking shocked as Lucy flashed her a grin and skipped her way to me.

Within, Lucy was an introvert, but it should not be forgotten that back on campus, she was a hit commodity and knew how to handle herself in a social gathering. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

I believed Prisca should outclass her in that nature, but the problem today was that she had underestimated the blonde.

Wrapping her hands around me, Lucy pressed her lips to mine—their softness registering in my head, as well as the feel of her boobs.

"Marcus, I didn’t know you had such a naughty girl on your roster," Prisca said from behind as Lucy disengaged from me.

The woman, with her hair plaited, part of it dyed pink, with some locks falling down the side of her head, sashayed her way to me.

With her heels, her hips and their movement became more pronounced, and when she reached me, I was hit with a beautiful cherry scent, something sweet that continuously brushed on the edge of my nose, never going in but always present.

The sensation made me want to take in a deep breath, and I did, no reason to step on the woman’s effort.

Lucy had found a spot on my left hand, and as Prisca approached, before she could stop a step from me, I invited her with my gaze. Her eyes, though, moved and became stuck on my cast.

"What happened?" she asked, closing the distance between us, her body pressing to mine while her arms roamed over my bound right arm.

Calling Lucy a girl on my roster was a risky move because, for all the designer knew, she could be the one true love of my life and lose favor because of that one comment. But I guess Lucy had revealed a lot in their short interaction.

The tall woman spoke with genuine worry, and then she looked at me, our gazes becoming transfixed.

"Just an accident, no need to worry much."

"Really?"

"Yes."

An ambiguous atmosphere bloomed between us, and when I raised my head, she brought hers down, her lips descending and approaching.

Though she adapted fast, I caught the bit of surprise that flashed in the woman’s eyes—but just before our lips met, I stopped and spoke in a near whisper, ensuring my baby barely caught our words.

"Lucy is quite high up there in the ranking. If she doesn’t like you, I might not be able to make a place for you in my circle.

Of course, I understand that she can be a baby sometimes and quite ignorant, so I trust that at any moment, you take care of her and report any misbehaviour."

"No problem, Sir—but does this sweet girl get any candy?"

"I’ll be in Paris for three days, and I’ll have not just candy but milk to give you."

As if finalising our deal, we both closed the distance and kissed, my tongue flicking over Prisca’s lips as it dished a sweet flavor.

At that moment, I so much wished my right hand was good so I could squeeze the woman into me and grab her rump.

Prisca put her arms around my neck, the intensity of our kiss increasing, wet sounds leaking out, and we would have continued till we were out of breath if Lucy hadn’t pulled on my one good arm.

I turned to the woman, and she had a pout.

"Two of you make up." I left a kiss on the blonde’s forehead.

"Tell the captain we can begin takeoff," I said as I walked past the hostess.

As I took a seat, it didn’t take long for the plane to begin taxiing. The two women I had left behind took seats at the front.

While I had no intention to change Lucy for her passions, if she wanted to maintain her second façade of a confident social woman with the kind of space my influence would be introducing her to, she needed Prisca’s guidance.