RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System

When my balls finally contracted and began shooting out their essence, I held Martha's head to my pelvis, all of my length buried in her throat.

The older woman had no struggles, and I pumped my seeds straight into her stomach. When I finally let go, she slowly unplugged her mouth and then sucked the top of my cock, savoring anything left in my pipe.

"For a woman whose pussy is dripping, you sure are exercising a lot of control. What silly thing have you been up to in my absence?"

"Nothing," Martha said, bringing out a hankie to wipe her mouth while I tucked in my dick.

"How much longer are you going to be here?"

Martha raised a brow at my question, but looking at the clock on the wall gave me an answer.

"One more hour."

"Okay, I'll be waiting outside."

"You don't need to. I can go home on my own."

"True, but you're my woman. I can't just leave you. Also, I told Valera I was coming to get you."

Giving no other complaint, I left Martha, returning to the main hall and ordering something to eat. It made sense that I should at least have an idea of what the food in my establishments tasted like.

Keeping to the time she had given me, an hour later, Martha came out and we both exited the building, heading for my car.

"The chicken was good, but the shrimp—too much salt," I commented.

"Why you telling me this?"

"I want you to fix it."

"I'm not the chef..."

Martha and I walked until we reached the car. Unlocking it, I opened the door to enter but then noticed Martha silently standing at her door.

"It's okay if you're waiting for me to open the door for you, but it'll cost you," I chuckled, my words earning a small smile from Martha.

"That's weird."

Worry filled my face, and I wanted to move to Martha's side, but she opened the door herself and got in.

"What was that about?" I asked, getting in and bringing the engine to life.

"It's been years since I willingly entered someone's car. Seeing myself about to enter your car just brought back some memories."

It was unusual for Martha to be emotional and sentimental. I lowered my tone and made my energy match hers.

"I hope the memories are happy ones."

"They are, else why would I enter your car?" Martha turned to me and answered, snorting at the end.

Going into gear, I stepped on the pedal and we left the lot, accelerating onto the road.

For two very intimate people who hadn't seen themselves in over two weeks, the silence that reigned through the car was quite abnormal, and I decided to break the ice.

"You won't ask where I went?"

"I don't bother with what isn't my business."

"That's not what some people told me."

"Don't think too much about what they told you. I was just doing what every other person would do."

"I don't believe you."

Entering a flyover, I was about to call Martha out on her reaction towards my disappearance when a siren rang out.

It wasn't the siren made by the police but one made by a convoy, and looking to the side of the road below, I spotted a line of black jeeps speeding forward.

"Did any important official come to town?"

"No, I heard of none."

Ignoring the convoy, I focused back on the road, but then two things quickly happened in succession.

Boom!! Boom! Boom!

From around, several explosions rang out, and it only took me a second to understand that these explosions were coming from the jeeps beneath me.

One by one, starting from the back, each of them was going up in flames. Some cars on the line were skipped, and by the time the explosions ended, six out of nine cars were furiously burning.

"Who is that?" I wondered, spotting someone being covered by the two men that were in his jeep with him.

[Ding!! You have a mission (mandatory).

The governor Kyle Benedict must not die in Los Angeles.

Punishment: None.

Reward: 100000 PSDP.]

By this point, I had slowed my car and brought it to a stop by the side of the road, but seeing the mission, I stepped on the pedal and had it accelerating.

Something that could call the system's attention was very dangerous, and such danger was the last thing I wanted near any of my women.

"What was that?" Martha asked, looking behind.

"I think there was an attack on that convoy."

"All those explosions for just that convoy? Do you think anyone survived?"

With how fast I was going, I was quickly widening the distance between me and Kyle, and by design, my ability to observe him was being sapped away.

Using Echo to a range of over 700 meters, Kyle appeared somewhat in the middle of it, and I could see that though Kyle had survived the ordeal and was trying to flee in his jeep, there were three cars driving aggressively and coming at him from the direction he was fleeing.

"He's a trapped mouse," I thought to myself, when I also noticed that there were another three cars at his back, these ones a bit further away.

"System, any more information?"

[While the system will only be rewarding you with points, another benefit you can gain from completing this mission is the chance to interrogate for knowledge.]

"That's enticing. Anything else?"

[A chance to gain experience, perhaps.]

The system was being very helpful, and it wasn't surprising considering how much goodwill I had earned with it in the past days.

[Also, you might not want to hear this, but this is a very good chance to get your kill count up. Power is not just given.]

The last message of the system put me in contemplation, but it didn't stop me from continuing on my way.

"I know I'm handsome, but why are you staring at me so hard?"

"Nothing," the woman shrugged, relaxing into her seat, paying no mind to the chaos that might be going on behind her.