RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 438: Twisted Thought

The kiss had started well. From feeling the softness of Mirah’s lips, I had begun feasting on them, then everything went wrong.

Before it happened, my instincts gave me a warning because, for a second, her lips tightened.

It crashed into me before I could put up any defense or even understand what I was facing. For some seconds, my body remained fine, and it was only when I stepped out of the vehicle that the damage blossomed and I knew what affliction I had suffered.

This wasn’t my first time being in such a situation. About a month back and some days, in a mansion belonging to one of my benefactor’s wives, I had experienced it....Energy Poisoning.

That was what Mongraty had called it.

When another’s Ichor is forced into one’s body, a destructive sequence begins in the victim’s body, with the only way to stop this sequence being to drive out the invading energy.

When Lia had struck me, my defense failed, leading to me getting poisoned. I had been in a critical situation, but at least I could still think.

My best efforts at the time, when I was weaker compared to now, had seen me quickly expel her Ichor from my arm. But now, Mirah, who seemed like the sweetest being on the planet, had nearly sent me to the grave.

I might have casually gotten up in the hospital and begun joking around, but that wasn’t because I felt no threat from the woman.

Even without Denise playing the camera footage from the hotel, I could still remember the powerlessness that had consumed me, death on the corner.

As for the reason why I was still alive after succumbing to Mirah’s invasion, it was because the energy that had been used to attack me had been Psion, not Ichor.

I had no idea how Psion could have been directed to cause me bodily harm instead of targeting my mind, but the use of this energy was why I was alive. Unlike Ichor, it needed intent to operate, and inside my body its intent was quickly cut down until it was left with no direction.

It was kind of like how juice poured into a large quantity of water would lose its taste and color, whereas oil would continue on like a champ—Psion being the former and oil the latter.

"Yes.

But I don’t know if it was intentional."

This was the main problem, and it caused Denise to narrow her eyes.

"I passed through her file on my way here. She’s regarded as a saint. Are you sure that isn’t clouding your senses?"

"Maybe, but I believe I’m experienced enough to recognize a predetermined attack when I see one."

Letting out a breath, Denise looked between Nadia and me.

"So, are you guys continuing with your plan or pulling out?"

"Hope I don’t have to tell you that retaliation is not an option."

Not hiding the fact that she didn’t trust her boss, Denise leaned forward and peered at me, and I assured her with a smile.

"I feel good now, and aware of the danger Mirah poses, I’m more prepared. Since our first meeting, I had already picked up some clues, and now with this incident, I am very interested in her."

"So, you’ll be staying."

"You’d rather I not."

"This issue is delicate. I understand the benefit of this plan working out, but we can do without it. We already have Nicholas in our palms, we can manage with that."

"True," I nodded, but Denise had observed me long enough to know my thoughts hadn’t been swayed in any way.

"Nadia, leave us."

My PA was surprised at the order. She kept her expression stoic, but both Denise and I knew her well enough to understand her true feelings.

Nadia directed her gaze at me for some seconds before she left the room. Before I could say a word, Denise leaned forward on the couch, her two hands falling onto it while her high heels lifted from the ground.

Crawling on the couch, the woman moved over to me. She stopped by my side and stood on her knees.

Denise’s actions took me off guard, and I watched as she reached out a hand and stroked my right cheek, her left hand cradling my head and pressing it to her chest.

She looked down into my eyes, and while I pressed and smothered my face against her breasts, she spoke.

"It’s been nearly five months since we first met, and within this time you’ve gone past my greatest expectations of you.

I told myself I’d spend two years watching you, but right now, I’ve placed my faith in you.

"These days, I no longer work for myself. I work for you. It’s like I breathe for you..."

"That’s deep," I said when Denise went silent, just staring at me.

"Yes.

The pain I feel, the vengeance I seek—I trust that you will lead me to what I want. Help me spill the blood I desire."

The conversation had taken a dark turn, but I didn’t interrupt. I listened as Denise spoke her heart.

"It’s so premature, but sometimes I think of being naked, having him on his knees, begging me for his life while I stab into his heart, enjoying the feel of his warm blood splashing on my face—and your dick pounding me from behind."

That last part, I didn’t expect.

Seeing my shocked expression, Denise released her hold on me and fell back, sitting on her heel and staring at me, her hands resting on her thighs.

"Was that a bit too dark?"

"Twisted." I gave a honest verdict.

"I’m a model for women around the world, but you don’t experience what I did and come out unscathed. Scars remain."

"I never said I disliked the scar," I grinned.

Denise let out a small smile and shook her head.

"You nearly died today, Marcus. The staff who got to the scene claim you weren’t breathing and your heart wasn’t beating, and I very much believe them.

"The silent ones are the most dangerous ones. You might be capable, but you’re still inexperienced. This state has the least laws, yet it has the most unique order in the country. Its countryside and villages are full of mystery.

"Unless you have a true game plan for Mirah, then please... let’s leave."