RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System

It was Tuesday, a day after the historic chaos that had hit LA.

The top trending news on every state channel and now even spreading nationwide, was the attack on LA Airport.

The majority classed it as a terrorist attack, with the Middle East getting the finger, but what had the nation troubled was the lack of evidence, especially the criminals themselves.

Annie Armstrong had done the brave job of leading her officers into the airport and rescuing over 100 lives. But where were the people responsible for putting those lives in danger?

On this matter, conspiracy theories were springing up left and right, questions were thick, and answers were nowhere in sight.

Trending right after the incident at the airport was the police chase from the previous day.

Three children recovered, one child missing, and two fugitives on the loose, this was not good statistics. And while Annie got a few narrowed eyes considering she had been suspended prior to the event, other eyes looked to the mayor and the state.

This situation presented a beautiful opportunity, and though my mind drew up some ways to milk it, another news story that made it to the top of the trends had my thoughts occupied:

[USA Tightens Military Cooperation with China and Russia, Secrets of the Fabled B2 Bomber Put on the Table]

The common man—and even some high-level individuals—might not think much of it, but the news that the secrets of a plane worth over $1 billion, something that would still rule the skies for the next ten years, were being offered... it shook me.

It spurred my mind and informed me that I really didn't have much time.

Before my meeting with Martha, I would have loved to interact with Annie. But considering our past, my figure around her was the last thing I wanted.

Annie was currently so hot, I strongly risked burning myself just by getting close to her.

At 3 p.m., my lonely soul walked past several shrubs, along a green grassland, swans and seagulls flying past.

The sound of streams flowing was soothing, and the melody played by the birds was surprisingly calming.

Echo.

I had already spotted my targets long before now, and at the moment I was scanning ahead to make sure there were no surprises.

With how casually I moved, it took me another 10 minutes to finally spot a black, aggressive jeep with headlights mounted at the top, and 3 more minutes to get in front of it, a smile on my face as I looked at the three individuals who had gotten out.

"You didn't steal that car, did you?"

Those were my first words.

Considering what was at stake, especially with Martha's recent ruthlessness, one would expect a tense atmosphere, but things were... weird.

Martha stood just about five steps from the jeep. To her left was Valera, eyes glued to the ground, their hands clasped together. To Martha's right was Nadia.

My PA's expression looked calm, but I could see the slight nervousness in her eyes.

As for Martha? Well... the sweet woman I usually bullied and got unforgettable blowjobs from was no more.

"You three look super hot.

Fuck.

Let's go home."

Yeah, considering the situation, my words weren't proper but this was my way. And aside from that, I wasn't lying.

Last I saw the women, Martha was in a casual outfit of trousers and a blazer, Nadia had on an office dress, Valera was saddled with a hospital gown.

It was nice that Martha had maintained the hygiene of herself and the girls—but why were Valera and Nadia now wearing short jeans, black and white long-sleeve tops respectively, and black boots?

Martha herself didn't give me a chance. She wore a black tracksuit. Normally, that kind of clothing should hide your assets—but Martha was not a normally endowed woman. Also, she seemed much taller. And her hips? Wider.

So far, no reply had been given to my words by any of the women. And with an unbothered expression, I was just about to comment on Martha's hips when she appeared in front of me, her tightened fist heading straight for my gut.

Thoughts flew through my head but one was particularly worrying:

"That was too fast."

BAM!!

Martha's fist had me flying backward, but not for long. The angle of her strike sent me smashing into the ground.

The earth beneath me cracked and exploded, blocks of soil flying into the air as my body dug deep.

By the time the energy cackling through me fizzled out, I was lying flat in a crater at least a meter deep.

Nadia had her face twisted in horror, her hand over her mouth.

She didn't stay frozen for long. Seconds later, she began running toward me and the reason she could do that was because Valera had kicked off the ground and punched her away.

"Take her and run away. I'll hold my Mom back."

Valera's voice was hard, bitter. Determined.

But so was the pain.

She didn't look at me as she spoke and within me, disappointment stirred.

As her words left her lips, Nadia stepped into the crater I'd been put in and fell to her knees beside me.

"Sir, are you okay?"

I had been blankly staring at the sky as the dust and debris settled, but Nadia's presence brought me back. I sat up.

"I'm fine."

"Marcus! If you dare take a step away from here, I will break every single bone in your body and roast you over a pit of fire."

Martha was several meters away, her daughter's hit having sent her flying for a few seconds.

The MILF didn't even bother looking at her rebellious daughter. She stood up, her eyes locked on me, and along with her words came an aura that demanded obedience.

By now, I had become more familiar with that presence—and could instantly tell that, rather than Psion, Martha was using Ichor.

Despite the pressure, I remained calm, my right hand going over Nadia's back, the woman struggling to breathe.

"You found out I fucked her, didn't you?"

Martha didn't reply.

Just like before, with no fanfare, she pushed off the ground—her target, me.

But this time, before she could reach me, I intercepted.

Beside me, the Fallen Knight appeared, coming into being like he had been standing beside me invisible the whole time.

And he didn't waste time to move.

BANG!!