RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 382 - 382: Three pleasures

I was already suffering from having Ninja Momma running around in my head. The last thing I wanted was someone like Chiara having unchecked access to any part of my being.
"I don't feel anything," I said cautiously.
"Don't worry. Unless you decide to do what you know you shouldn't, you'll live the rest of your life unbothered by it."
Chiara lifted the paper to emphasise where my problems might come from, and I frowned at the sight of the blank sheet.
No longer under the woman's murderous gaze, I questioned,
"Why is it blank? How can I be sure of the terms and conditions?"
"A little late to be asking that, don't you think?"
Right before me, Chiara took the hand holding the folded-up paper behind her, then brought it forward again, purposely showing me her now empty hands.
"You're not the only one with tricks," she smirked.
Seeing how easily the woman could switch between states, friendly one second, serious the next, motherly, and so on, I was a bit worried for myself and also for whatever colleagues she had.
Chiara could not be predicted.
"You still haven't answered my question."
"If I swore that the terms and conditions of the deal were fair, would you believe me?" she asked with exasperation.
From her tone, it was obvious what answer she expected, and I didn't blame her, it was also the only one I should give. But I decided to deviate from the script a bit.
"Yes, and I would trust you."
Chiara was taken aback, her mouth forming an O shape.
"I see," she said, looking at me quizzically.
"Well, Marcus, I swear that I have been truthful and sincere with you in all our dealings so far."
It wasn't that Chiara's character had gotten to me and I now trusted her, but since my encounter with the fabric of reality, I could tell when I was about to be screwed, especially on a level as deep as with Chiara.
Besides, my show of good faith would not go unnoticed. In addition to rushing out to save her, Chiara had already been interested in me. With my actions, I was securing and implanting myself as a reliable partner in her eyes. She definitely considered me a subordinate, but that wouldn't last for long.
"Good," I nodded.
"I'm liking you more and more, Marcus," Chiara said, but then she saw a glint in my eyes and chuckled.
"Clean your mind. At this point, even if the right man popped up, I wouldn't go for him. For my next journey, I'll be embracing celibacy."
"That sucks. Why not at least have a taste first?"
"Nope. Too costly."
Spinning on her feet with energy in her steps, Chiara walked away, headed for the door.
"Wait, we aren't done talking."
"Clean up first, you stink."
Chiara was just a few steps away from the door, but after I blinked, she was no longer in the room. I could only watch as the door closed.
My throat was dry, and I swallowed, my mind churning as I tried to understand what trick she had used to leave my sight so quickly.
From the moment I woke, Mind Vision had been active. Thinking back on how ineffective it had been recently, I realized, I had to upgrade it, and not just it, but also Echo.
I couldn't keep relying on luck to tap into and view through the fabric of reality. This new level of strength had to become a mainstay tool for me.
Before I knew it, my thoughts spiralled around how I could level up my observation skills. I recalled some of the choices offered by the system, remembering the mention of looking through several dimensions.
Knock! Knock!
A hit on the door brought me out of my reverie.
I first thought it was Chiara, but remembering that whoever was behind the door had actually knocked, I dismissed the idea.
"Come in."
Three women, their hair bundled up and wearing plain brown gowns, walked into the room and bowed.
"We have been sent by the Madam to bathe you."
"Sure…"
…
Alia, Theresa, and Angelica were the three women sent to me, and one of them was particularly curious.
"How did you heal your wound so fast?"
"Alia!" a voice sharply berated.
The woman flinched at the call of her superior and looked down unhappily.
"That is the Mr.'s privacy, and you are intruding on it."
Like everyone I had met so far, the three women spoke English, but their accent was off, I could tell they had never been out of Italy.
Of the three women, Theresa was in charge. I could tell who was older between her and Angelica, but Alia was clearly the youngest.
Chiara had sent these three women to bathe me, and given their dull outfits, I hadn't thought much of it until now.
I was currently in the tub, a naked Theresa behind me, having my head rest between her mound while her other two colleagues each knelt over one of my lower limbs and attended to my cock.
From the start, Alia had been silent, her mouth stuffed with my dick, which she choked on several times.
While Alia worked, Angelic had been attending to my balls, her hands fondling them, but now the roles had been reversed.
Angelica had taken over now, and Alia was free to talk.
"He didn't say it was private," the younger woman grumbled, and looking at her slim form, I smiled.
"I don't mind the question, but Theresa is right, it's not something I would want to answer."
"Why?" she inquired.
"Do you want to die? You should be aware that I am not the kind of man you see on the streets. The information I carry is quite priceless."
Alia was stunned speechless by my words. She silently looked down while Theresa tried to distract me.
"So, what are you three? Prostitutes?"
"Yes, except we're exclusive. We only follow the Madam's orders."