RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 436: Bloody Departure

Hampton Hotel was the most luxurious hotel in all of Kerville. Mirah might not have ever been to it or even heard of it, but from the valet at its front and the visible interior décor, she knew I hadn’t booked myself a place at some random location.

I was supposed to get down from the vehicle there and head into the hotel, but my interaction with Mirah was not done for the day.

Severed Thread worked over a period of three days, its effects disappearing once that time was over. Unlike with Nina and Ava, I didn’t stay with Mirah at least not yet. This meant I had fewer ties to influence the woman and bury myself in her heart.

How far I went into Mirah’s psyche determined where I would stand when the three-day period was over. If I didn’t do a good job, there was a chance of heavy rejection.

Rather than step down, I made further inquiries and, working with the answers, found myself in a supermarket, helping Mirah shop for groceries.

"How are you so sure about this cabbage?" the nun held up the green produce, looking at me critically.

"I’ve lived a long, long life. I learned plenty during my stay on earth."

Mirah blinked, dumbfounded by my words, then chuckled, infected by the bright smile I had put on.

While I spoke, I selected a few more cabbages and placed them in the cart.

"You’re acting completely different from when you first came to my office," Mirah shook her head. "One look at you and I thought you were from the government, looking to shut us down."

"I don’t know how to feel about that."

"Take it as a compliment. And I have advice for you."

"What?"

"Smile more. It would bring you good luck and favor."

Every day I looked in the mirror and saw myself, I always felt that compared to people at my level, I was a bit more carefree. I thought I smiled and laughed too much, but maybe I wasn’t seeing things clearly.

"Give me your hand. I also have advice for you."

"Oh." Mirah’s lips pursed as she chuckled, then she placed her right hand in my outstretched palm.

Looking down at Mirah’s hand, my thumb brushed over her fingers, rubbing them, surprised by how smooth they were. When I looked up and stared into her eyes, the woman blushed, her gaze darting left and right as she finally took in where she was.

For most women, the next step would have been to pull their hand back in embarrassment and try to sort through the feeling rising in their chest. But Mirah, despite the heat that must have struck her heart, was simply too innocent.

Her mind didn’t go in that direction.

"Marcus, be quick. People are watching."

"What you do—your work in the lives of the kids you touch—is phenomenal. You’re a blessing to this country and to the world. If only humanity had more people like you."

"That was really nice, Marcus," Mirah took back her hand. "And you’re wrong. The world does have more people like me. You can be like me—even better."

"Thanks, but I’m too filthy. I’ve already been stained by the darkness of the world. If there was a way I could give you my life, make you live longer, I would gladly do so."

The technique ’Severed Thread’ was unbelievable.

All noise was cut from the victim’s heart, leaving my voice as the only thing they heard. In just minutes of conversation, our relationship had progressed beyond casual friendship.

Trust was being laid down.

Rather than being elated, Mirah frowned at my words.

"Don’t you ever say that again," she said.

"I had been a parent. I knew the feeling that would be going through a woman who saw kindness and love in all beings."

"Life is a gift from God. No matter what, no one person’s life is more precious than another."

"Tell that to the president’s guards," I thought.

Still frowning, Mirah took control of the cart and moved ahead, leaving me to follow behind.

The mood for the evening was completely destroyed. Mirah and I didn’t talk much. We left the supermarket and returned to my hotel.

"Thank you for the ride. Sorry about what I said earlier."

"Wait." Mirah stopped me from exiting.

[Lust Dust activated]

"I was born into a humble home. We didn’t have money to pay for flights or buy a nice car, but we had a roof over our heads and meals every day. My parents made sure to provide my basic needs, but not lacking didn’t prevent me from seeing the suffering of others, especially when I left home and went to school.

"It’s my dream to bring smiles to other people’s faces. It makes me happy to see others smile, and I’m happiest when I see people making other people smile.

"Over the years, people have come to me singing praises about how kind and special I am, and each time it honestly causes me dismay. What I do shouldn’t be something exclusive to people like me. It’s something everyone, in whatever capacity, should strive to do.

"You might not be good with kids, Marcus, or able to cook, but when you saw the opportunity to share your knowledge with those less privileged, you volunteered. That is how the world should be..."

While she had a lot to say, Mirah’s speech was relatively short. It shouldn’t have required her to exert herself, yet when she finished and silence reigned, her heavy breathing echoed throughout the car.

Already turned toward Mirah, I raised my right hand to her left cheek, stroking it. My fingers crept over her veil and slid behind her head.

I applied just a little pressure, and Mirah’s head moved forward toward me.

Our eyes locked. I could see the confusion in hers. I did my best to reassure her through my gaze alone. Then the woman’s eyes closed as our lips met.

Fingers crossed—Mirah could be having her first kiss.

The nun stilled, and for the first few seconds I simply pressed my lips against hers. Then I moved, gently sucking on her lips.

In an instant, our bodies shot apart.

Mirah’s eyes snapped open, disbelief and confusion written clearly on her face. I had no time for her reaction. I quickly stepped out of the car.

The door had barely closed when I brought my right hand to my mouth, coughing in excruciating pain and staring down at my palm which was now covered in blood.