RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System

Chapter 446 - 446: Third One

When I felt my consciousness shift back to thw real world, I spent nearly a minute idly staring up, because all my mind could process for those seconds were darkness and star coordinates."A mechanic."

The term for an entity that had supervised me being dragged through time and given me a system gave me a headache. Typical mechanics repaired cars and other machinery, so was the system just another machine and not the product of some invincible spell?

When the starry sights finally left my head, my chest rising and falling heavily, my mind invigorated by the potent energy that had rushed into it, I checked on my location.

Echo!!

With ease, I had the world for three kilometers in my head—this was an incredible feat. Before I moved, I looked at the sea in my head, paying special attention to its bottom, where a powerful figure hibernated.

"It also benefited from the adventure."

Planning to later test out my new limits after my meditation in the strange space, I pushed and slowly sat up.

Across from me, opposite the bed, was an altar, and on it were lit candles, statues of Mary and Jesus, and burning incense.

Feeling a light but foreign weight, I looked down at my chest, surprised to see a rosary on my neck, the cross resting against my chest.

I didn't need to ask where I was. Having seen every inch of the building I was in, I knew whose place I was at.

Why I was here and not in the hospital was a question, though.

"Maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought."

I took my legs to the floor, satisfied to see that I at least had pants on, but just as I stood, the double doors to the side were pushed open and a figure rushed in.

The figure made a beeline for me, and soon I was held in a tight hug, a head pressing to my chest. My head was up as I looked down in amazement and confusion, my gaze going to the door when Wanda walked in.

"How are you doing, Sir?" My driver asked, looking at the figure pressed to me warily.

"I'm good."

My words did not assuage Wanda's concerns. She kept her gaze hard for some seconds before then giving me a deep look. She silently stepped out, hanging by the door, but clearly she had more information for me.

My hands went down, going around Mirah's back, then after some seconds further descended, going to her rump.

Mirah stilled for some seconds, rubbed her head left and right on my chest, and then looked up at me. Her cheeks were clean, but there was still wetness in her eyes, and she yelped when I released a spank on her ass.

"Wanda is out there." Mirah quickly looked to the door.

I kept silent, watching as the woman turned back to me, her cheeks slightly turning red as she noticed my gaze. She wanted to take a step back, but my hands were still on her rear.

"What happened to me?"

My question made Mirah pause, her expression taking on a slight frown, and she looked down with shame.

"I think I tried to kill you."

"Those are heavy words."

"Yeah, but it's the truth. You might not have seen anything, but trust me, I did something. I lashed out at you, fighting against our feelings, and accidentally let my powers loose."

"Your powers?"

"Yes. Let's say I can do some supernatural stuff."

I slowly nodded, and Mirah moved to convince me.

"Watch."

The nun lifted up her right hand, opening her palm, and before my eyes a flame lit up there.

"I can't do that," I said out loud.

"Of course you can't. It's not something for ordinary people."

"So I'm just ordinary," I feigned hurt.

"No, not like that. What I mean is you need to have above-average spirituality to be able to do this. Most people are blind to even the barest of the spiritual."

I nodded, and Mirah cocked her head.

"You're taking this well."

"You want me to be shocked?"

"Most people would be."

"I'm not most." I leaned forward and slowly captured the woman's lips.

Mirah didn't put up any resistance. She instead stayed still and surrendered herself to me, enjoying it as my lips moved over hers and even making way for my tongue.

We kissed for several seconds before I pulled back, watching her eyes slowly open.

"It seems you've made a decision while I was out."

Mirah nodded, then, taking a breath, spoke.

"Marcus, I never imagined I would ever find myself in a situation like this, worst of all with someone so much younger. All my life I have stuck to my principles and vows, and those are the things that have forged me into the woman I am today. They are the reason for my extraordinariness.

"I am ashamed to say this, but when I unknowingly attacked you, it was because my subconscious thought of you as the enemy, a taint on my soul. It was an eye-opener to me on the arrogant person I was becoming. The voices in my head might say otherwise, but all humans are equal, and we deserve salvation.

"Yesterday, when you told me you were going to die, I saw all the pain buried within you. I want to take away that pain. I want to be your light.

It's like how Christ left the ninety-nine sheep to save the one lost sheep.

"Marcus, if you will have me, I want to be your wife."

.....

I was rubbing my head when Wanda walked in. She had her head turned, watching Mirah, who left the room with a skip to her step, then she looked back at me worriedly.

"Is everything alright, Sir?"

I had won the war, but at what cost? I was already set to get married to Martha, and now there was Mirah. At least Marth was on board with who I was, but Mirah was still blank on so many things about me.

"Yes. What do you have for me?"

Wanda nodded, then her legs came together as she answered.

"I haven't been able to contact Nadia since yesterday."

"Did you try to go looking for her?"

"No. I couldn't leave you alone with her."

Wanda's gaze went outside the door as she said the last words, and standing, I waved to her as I headed for the balcony.

"Tell me what happened yesterday.

Everything from the second my eyes closed."