RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 434: Aura Transform

People like Nicholas and Martha, even Takken and Shonfield, were used to dealing with individuals in power, men and women who commanded authority.

Irrespective of who they came across, they had decades of experience and knew just how to handle themselves.

The Principal of Spaulding Technical School was different.

Yes, she was a woman of power, but the people she ruled were children and teenagers. There were teachers who were adults, but these individuals weren’t tigers looking to sink their claws into her at any given time.

The most probable times she faced opposition were when she was in contact with the parents of her students, and even then, these people were at best light exercise.

One couldn’t build new, stronger muscles by just doing light exercise.

"Oh."

The woman was flabbergasted, shaking her head to come to grips with herself, berating herself for losing her cool in front of me.

"Welcome, Marcus." She stretched a hand across the desk, shaking mine with a smile.

"Thank you."

"Ehhh." She took her hand back, looking at her desk, her mind putting into order the next step she should take concerning me.

[Severed Thread activated.

Target: Mirah Albenon]

"Alright." She slapped her palms together. "I know there are a few formalities we have to go through, rules I have to inform you about, people I need to introduce you to, but like I said, we have a bit of an emergency.

Hope you don’t mind me sending you into the grinder."

"That’s why I am here, ma’am."

"Great, follow me," Mirah said.

Quickly, we were both out of the office and in the hallway, and as we rapidly traversed it, rather than taking in the sights of the school, I focused on the rump ahead of me.

Mirah was a busty woman much older than me, well older than my current body. She swam in her late forties and did not clamor for fashion or go beyond basic, decent presentation.

She had on black sandals and spectacles and was fully garbed in a nun outfit.

All of Mirah was covered, yet her case was similar to the spiteful Mia. Her assets remained unable to miss, and her rear jiggled, slapping against her robes like it was looking to break out.

I couldn’t see much of Mirah’s legs, but her feet were fair and spotless, her toes neatly cut.

"She looks like a screamer," I told myself, undressing her in my head, creating an image of her on her knees with sperm covering her rear.

"We’re here."

She turned to me with a bright smile, and my head quickly conjured the sperm now on her face, falling on her glasses.

Mirah pushed open a double door, taking me into a room with desks carrying computers and students behind them.

The room was a bit rowdy, the students excited, talking amongst themselves as they tapped on the keyboards and moved the mouse.

Mirah didn’t say a word. Her legs got moving and she began marching ahead, but as we moved, I felt the air around her begin to transform.

The clumsy feeling I had gotten from the woman disappeared, and quickly I noticed an aura of authority begin pouring into her.

"That’s wrong."

Aura came from within, born from the strengthening of the mind on a particular concept.

One needed years to unlock this higher capability of the mind, and when they finally did, it was exerted from within on those around them, not from the outside.

"Marcus, meet Mike, Denise, and Wilson."

Mirah calling my name snapped me out of my thoughts, and as I took in her words and nodded to the men she pointed out, I noticed something shocking.

"What happened to the noise?"

After the multiple dangerous scenarios I had been in just these past months, my mind and that of an ordinary man were very much different.

Awareness was my most powerful forte so far, and I was sure I surpassed every foe I had come across in this aspect.

First, there was noise, Mirah’s presence transforming in my eyes, and then silence.

"Mike, Marcus is a computer expert. Explain to him the situation; let’s see if he can fix it."

I looked at the students, who had all become hushed, sizing me up and looking to the principal, and then I turned to Mike.

At the front of the class, behind a desk which faced the room and carried two computers, Mike occupied one of the two seats, seated to the left. Staring into his innocent gaze, I hoped our relationship would be nothing like the last Mike I dealt with.

I moved closer to Mike, the other two men who had been beside him making way, and as he clicked and moved the mouse, he explained to me the current hurdle.

After listening to the man, I moved the mouse about a bit, then went to the system unit underneath the table and looked through the cables attached to it.

"Wow, these are some of the latest system units on the market."

"Yes, the founder of the school had them delivered and set up earlier this year.

Everything’s been working fine till now."

Mirah finished talking with a tight expression, and I could taste a bit of sadness in her tone.

"I’ll have to take a look at your router, but I’m pretty sure I can fix your problem."

"Really?" Mirah lit up.

"Yes, not just your router, also your ISP."

"ISP?"

"A heavy rectangular box," I tried explaining to Mirah, and Mike thankfully interjected, explaining that he knew it.

"Well, it seems you guys have things here under control.

I’ll leave you to work then. If you need anything, I’m in the office."

Mirah moved to leave, but then she turned back, worried.

"If this will take time, perhaps I should dismiss the students."

[Honest Lover activated]

"You don’t have to, Mirah. I’ll work fast and get the WiFi running in no time.

Today is the first day of the science exposition, we can’t be cancelling."

I spoke my words like a pledge, and though Mirah was taken aback, she smiled in the end.

"Thanks, Marcus. I’ll see you later then."

I had a small smile on my face as Mirah departed, and my eyes narrowed as, when she began moving between the students, the air around her twisted and morphed, the aura rolling around her and intensifying.

"Do you and Principal Albenon know each other?" Mike asked. He and the other two men were confused, their gazes switching between me and the principal.

"No."