RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 412: The Darkness

A risk I feared with Prisca mentoring Lucy, was the woman rubbing off her arrogant, snobbish personality on my baby.

My only consolation was the fact that their physical interaction would not be for long.

Having two personal cabins, once the plane stabilised in the air and the pilot informed us that we could take off our seatbelts, I ordered some wine and had a certain cutie come to my cabin.

Taking a seat on the soft, neatly arranged mattress, I looked at Prisca’s secretary, who didn’t dare bring her eyes up to me.

She looked down at the floor, with her hands clasped together.

"Now you’re being boring. Are you worried that my interest in you might offend your boss, or just intimidated by my presence?"

"Both."

"Seriously, you’re disappointing me so far."

I think the word disappointment did the trick, because raising her head and looking up at me, she gently moved and took a seat by my side.

"Prisca is obsessed with her passion. She isn’t interested in me but rather the money she can siphon and use to make her dreams come true."

"You’re quite observant."

"It comes with the power." I handed a glass of wine to the female.

"Are you not bothered about that?"

"No. That she is so interested in her craft gives me confidence that I’m not just pouring my money down a well. Returns are on the way."

"She won’t disappoint you," the female firmly said.

"That’s what I like to hear."

"But you should know, though, that she won’t like to see that you are paying more attention to her assistant than her.

It would cause friction between us."

"We’ve talked about Prisca. Tell me about you."

Taking a sip from her cup and adjusting her black skirt, making herself more comfortable, she looked at me and replied.

"I don’t have grand goals. I’m a simple girl who fell in love with her boss’s craft and right now just wants to see her win."

Showing that she was not ashamed of her life desires, the dark-haired female looked straight at me, and in that moment, I observed her.

"What’s your name?"

The female blinked in surprise at the question and, with a frown, answered,

"Casandra, but I’m mostly called Cassey."

I let out a light chuckle at the woman’s reaction, glad to see that she was relaxing and loosening up.

"Sorry, Cassey, but I just never got to know your name, and having no idea how Prisca thinks and what the future holds, I didn’t want to ask it."

The female didn’t hold her grudge for long; she relaxed her expression, and before I could be myself, she went on the attack.

"You’re cute."

There was a brief silence, and I spoke.

"Most men prefer to be called handsome or dashing; the compliment cute makes it look like you’re looking down on them."

"Well, you’re not most men. You’re 25, and you don’t have a beard, the term can apply."

Having not made any purchase from the system store, I wondered if my charms and passive skills had gotten a boost due to my accumulated growth in strength or if Cassey was just that outspoken.

"Thank you for the compliment, then.

I also find you cute."

The way Cassey nodded to my words, I could tell she thought I was just being polite, not understanding that this was a thought I had gotten since the first time we met.

"There is something on your mind. Let it out."

I had my own agenda, but that didn’t mean I was uncaring.

Hearing my words, the woman downed all of her glass in a swoop. She licked her lips and then, keeping her glass focused on me, spoke.

"Can I be blunt with you, Sir?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Working for the Madam gives me no time to have a personal life.

I’ve met some interesting people in the course of my duty, and though they’ve shown interest, I am unable to follow up with them.

I’m 23 and still a virgin.

I do not resent your investment, but I know that with it, at least for the next five years, I will have no time for myself. Would I be asking too much that you take my virginity and give me an unforgettable pleasure of course, this after you’ve had your time with the Madam?"

"Hmm, you said you’ve met interesting men over the last years, and I’m sure many cute ones. Why didn’t you offer them your pussy?"

"They weren’t impressive billionaires."

A little less control in me and I would have spit out the drink in my mouth.

The audacity and pride of the female before me superseded anything I thought her boss could pull off.

Either Cassey did not understand how high the sky was, or she did but chose to believe in her delusions, wanting to bend the world to her will.

According to her, it wasn’t enough that I was a billionaire what moved her were the incredible points surrounding it.

"There are over a million virgins cuter and bustier than you in the world. What makes you feel so special?"

"How many of them can guarantee the success of a designer?" she confidently replied.

"Are you calling yourself the brain behind Prisca’s success?"

"Yes!!"

My eyebrows rose, and I think this reaction made Cassey get a hold of herself and realize that she had perhaps strayed too far.

My reaction to the woman’s words wasn’t because I was shocked by what they might mean, but rather because a wave of aura had just been unleashed by her the instant she answered.

An apologetic and regretful expression appeared on the female’s face. She wanted to stand up and leave but at the same time realized she had made a mess she needed to fix.

"You might as well continue with the train. If you stop, I’ll lose whatever faith I had blooming for the two of you."

Cassey didn’t panic at my words; she took in a deep breath and looked back up at me.

"Calling myself the brains isn’t exactly the right term given the context, so let’s rather say I am the heart.

The greatest designers in the world aren’t exactly the best and brightest, they all had something in their arsenal to tip the scales, and in Prisca’s case, I am that something."

"You want the limelight?"

"No. If all the flashes were on me, I wouldn’t be able to work. I love the darkness, but at the same time, I am still human.

I have my desires."