RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System

Chapter 449 - 449: Breathing

Mirah was absolutely delicious.Giving her a further test of my premium dick led to moans and scenes that could never leave my mind.

As someone who had just lost her virginity, Mirah was still shy and embarrassed about the ways of sex, but she was matured and quickly got over her hesitations.

A pleasing thing was that she trusted me.

Mirah giving up her profession to marry me was not a sign of trust, but rather of her kind-heartedness, something which I had exploited.

'Perhaps she knew that'

Marriage was a bold step, and Mirah had taken it, surrendering to its requirements, ready to offer the services of her temple in any way I pleased.

Watching her fat ass, layering kisses on her buttocks, I had wanted to split her ass cheeks and drill my dick into her backdoor.

Imagining how she would cry from the pain, then moan from the pleasure, had sent my blood boiling, but I controlled myself, barely.

There was time, no need to eat my cake in a single bite.

The sex had been intense but I didn't keep it long.

Taking our bath and changing the sheets, while Mirah went to clean the house, I sat cross-legged and began mind breathing.

A busy man I was, but I did my best to engage in the process of moving Psion between my mind and body.

At first I needed to bring the energy out into the atmosphere before taking it in through my mouth and nose, but now I had managed to build a small channel between my mind and body.

I channelled Psion now from mind down to my core and then circulated the energy through me, having it touch every part of my body.

The process was slow due to the constraints of the budding channel but that was okay, as I practised the channel got stronger and also expanded.

At this stage with a link between mind and body established, my next goal was to suffuse my body with Psion, my flesh coming to bear the energy.

My current actions were what I had been doing before stepping into Kerville, but after my near death, encountering the mechanic, gazing at a sky I still knew nothing about, there were some changes.

I hadn't noticed it when I got back but when I properly sat down to meditate, a piece of my consciousness had cut off from me and my avatar had appeared sitting cross-legged on the sea.

What was most surprising was that a constellation of stars, one I had seen while with the mechanic, hung up in the air and as I stared at it, the sea below me lit up with a white glow.

Not just the sea but also my avatar glowed.

The mechanic had told me nothing, the system was very absent, yet to answer my call, so I could only come up with my own conclusion on the situation.

A white glow had to be a good thing right.

I couldn't feel any change from its presence to the sea or my avatar but I remembered the advice of the mechanic and with my avatar on the sea, performed the mind breathing.

Minutes which turned to an hour passed and I was shaken out of my state by Mirah who thought I had fallen asleep while sitting, my active mind pulled from the sea.

Mirah complained how roughly she had needed to shake me before I woke up and after assuaging her fears, she informed me that she was going to head downstairs to her office, readying for her fallout with the church.

"You don't have to leave the church on bad terms."

"Irrespective of my reason, I am going against my vows, the church cannot tolerate that."

"Will you be okay?"

"As long as you don't leave me." Mirah answered, her eyes telling how much she trusted that I wouldn't.

After Mirah left, I returned to my breathing, my avatar appearing under the constellation of stars and there I stayed for most of the day.

When Mirah left me, it was 11 am, my eyes opened past 5 pm in the evening.

I felt refreshed, all the energy I had spent on Mirah returning. I could even feel the little increase I had made in strength.

Six hours.

This was the longest I had ever stayed just breathing and I felt wrong.

'Weird'

I had no issues with staying and practising my breathing, bringing myself closer to ascending but I was a busy man, I had multiple projects on the run.

4 hours max and I should have been up and seeking a computer, making calls, but my mind had locked in on just breathing.

Seated on the bed, I looked down at my arms.

"Echo."

The image of Mirah in the kitchen appeared in my head, her lovely form at the sink, her face tight in concentration as she sliced some vegetables.

"System!!"

"......"

Not for the first time, I wondered if I had lost my ultimate ace, but then remembered that it was being worked on.

Getting off the bed, I made a beeline for the kitchen, keeping my steps silent, but I had barely got past the door when my stomach betrayed me.

Growl!!

Mirah turned back to look at me, surprise at my presence and smiling as she looked down at my belly.

"Seems the meditation drained everything."

I nodded and Mirah turned back to what she was doing.

"There is some bread in the fridge and also carrots you can have while.... Ahhh."

Quickly she looked behind, her gaze going down staring at her skirt which had been thrown up so my face could be buried between her fat cheeks.

"Marcus."

Smack!!

This hit was hard and Mirah cried in pain.

I pulled my head out, licking my lips and focused on her with a stare.

"It's daddy."

"Is that clear?"

"Yes, Daddy," she answered with a knowing smile.

"Fuck!!"

I was seriously hungry but Mirah's attitude was changing the desires of my hunger.

"By the way, where is Wanda, won't she be coming back today."

"She isn't back."

My breathing session had made me lose track of time, but I expected diligence from my subordinates.

Wanda should have been back by now and I had ignored her absence thinking she had maybe stepped out.

"How about Nadia."

"Who is that?" Mirah turned cocking her head.

"Another woman who works for me."

"You have a lot of women working for you," she commented. "Hope you're a good boss to them."

Tapping the pockets of my trousers, I immediately took out my phone and dialled Wanda's line.

In the silence of the kitchen the phone beeped, seconds passing till the dial ended.

Not used to such a response, I moved to call Nadia, but before I could click dial, my phone began ringing, Wanda calling me.

I picked the call and too soon my forehead furrowed. I gave some prompt answers promising to be there and the call ended.

Halfway through the call, Mirah had fully turned and was looking at me.

"Something tells me that was not Wanda."

"It was a hospital."

The matured woman's face tightened.

"What happened, is she okay."

"She's dead."