RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 232: Taken Care Of

The confusion in Sade's eyes lingered for some seconds, and then she pushed to her feet, swung her right leg over my thighs, and headed to the back of the library where I had made my move.

"Let me go help her find it," I said, feeling exposed now that I was in Lola's line of sight.

"Sit."

As a good boy, I remained seated, my eyes trained on Lola, who had her arms folded over her chest and feet tapping.

Sade took some time, but eventually, she returned, her shirt already worn. Not looking at me or acknowledging her mother, she left the library.

I couldn't put a finger on it, but Sade felt like a completely different person. And though she tried to hide it, I saw Lola flinch when she glanced at her daughter.

"Is she that pissed?"

I let some seconds brew after Sade went, waiting till the sound of Sade's footsteps disappeared. Then I spoke just before Lola, who should have been silent for the same reason, could.

"That was a very weird interaction. What kind of sex education did you give her?"

"The best," Lola confidently stated, and she continued.

"Did Sade tell you the requirements to have sex with her?"

"Yes."

"Did she mention marriage?"

"No."

Lola shook her head.

"Before Sade can engage in sex with any man, she must first be married to him."

"Who made that law?"

"Sade."

"Then why didn't she tell me?"

"Because she's in love and infatuated with you. She knows it's wrong, but she desires your body and, against logic, has left herself defenceless to your machinations."

"Oh."

"Do you love her?"

"Huh?"

"Do you love Sade?"

The question was direct, and it caught me off guard, but the second time I quickly answered.

"Yes."

"Good. Then it should be no problem for you to put your personal desires aside and help her keep to her purity."

"I can try."

Lola's lip tightened at my reply, and I expected her to call me out on my lacklustre response, but instead, she waved me over.

"Follow me."

Without another word, she turned and headed for the door, but after three steps, she turned back to me—who had a bashful smile and was still in the same position.

"Well, you see, I need some more minutes to settle down, and to be honest, the sight of you doesn't help."

Lola raised a brow at my words but then shrugged.

"I'm not bothered. Stand up."

I blinked at the blatant order, but with not much reservation, stood and watched as Lola moved her eyes to my crotch and kept her gaze there for some seconds.

"I didn't expect this much from you, Marcus. It gives some explanation to why Sade lost control though," Lola muttered—very much to my hearing.

"Can you move?" Her eyes moved back to my face.

"Yes, but it hurts."

"Endure. We won't walk long."

Nodding my head, I moved, approaching Lola, and when I got within sufficient distance, she turned and resumed moving.

"Dear Lord, didn't this woman hear me mention that she is also serving as a problem?" I cried inwardly, my eyes zooming in on Lola's big rear.

If Sade was hot, her mother was a bomb. Sade had a very soft, well-shaped bubble butt and I was satisfied with that, but the problem her mother carried behind made their relationship doubtful. There was a reason I hadn't checked out the woman back during dinner.

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Enjoying the sight of Lola's big buttocks and thick thighs rubbing against each other as she moved, I followed the woman through the corridors of her massive underground home until we arrived before another set of double doors.

"Do all rooms in here possess double doors?" I couldn't help but ask. It was, after all, something common only in castles and mansions.

"Almost all," Lola answered, pushing open the doors and taking a step in, standing to the side and extending her hand for me to enter.

Her ass going out of sight was unfortunate, but I took a step into the room and my eyes narrowed at the furniture within.

"I would have thought you would want to kick me out after what happened."

"You are both young, and you are a successful adult. Wanting sex is nothing new or unnatural. I especially can't fault you if Sade herself is in desire.

What I can fault you for, though, is manipulation. If I find out you're leading my baby on, I'll deal with you squarely."

"I see," I muttered, taking some further steps into the room.

"Feel at home, Marcus. I'll send someone over to come help you. You can also tell me any changes you want made to the place."

With those words, Lola walked out and closed the door, and I stood all alone in a massive, red-decorated bedroom.

"Welp," I shrugged, moving toward the bed and pressing down on it.

"Hard and soft."

On the bed was a pair of black and red pyjamas, and feeling the expensive silk texture, I explored the room for some minutes and headed to the bathroom.

"These guys built a castle underground," I muttered.

There was warm water available, and after taking a warm shower, I exited the room, towel around my waist, looking to get dressed but was met with a maid standing beside my bed.

I paused in surprise, and she bowed.

"Apologies for my intrusion."

"It's okay. Lola mentioned that she would be sending somebody," I said, walking to the bed.

"Did you find everything to your taste, sir?"

"I haven't explored much, but yes.

The bed is good, and the covers are just the right feel."

"I am glad everything is to your liking, sir."

Nodding, I looked away from the maid, but then my gaze was forced to go back to her as the unmistakable sound of a moving zip ran through the room.

Reaching behind her dress, the maid pulled down her zip and, before my eyes, slipped off her black and white uniform, leaving her body bare and naked.

"What are you doing?"

"Madam said to come help you," the maid said, moving forward.

"There is no need for that."

I raised a hand to indicate a lack of interest, but the maid ignored it and closed the distance between us.

This close, I finally noticed the fact that she had dull blue eyes and dark brown hair.

Looking down, she stretched out her hand and grabbed the outline of my dick, which was pressed against my thigh.

"This must be painful," she said this time sultry and her pupils dilated as she looked back at me.

"Let me take care of it."

The maid layered pecks on my lips after speaking and, reaching for the band of my towel, undid it and dropped it to the floor.

She leaned forward and gave my lips a long lick, and then, rubbing her hand over my chest, slowly descended, her face soon disappearing from my vision.

"Is this some kind of test?"