RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 388: Real Deal

My plan had been to come in and get what I wanted. I told myself I wouldn’t entertain any bullshit or delays from Chiara, but with my curiosity burning, I moved closer to her and looked in the frying pan.

"Are these carrots?"

"Yes."

The cooking had turned the vegetables from orange to a reddish colour, but they still looked the part and could be identified. My eyes narrowed as I saw them sizzling, but before I could shake my head, I noticed the steam rising.

"Water."

"Yeah, I’m frying it."

"With water."

"Something like that."

Chiara watched as my face scrunched in confusion, and she spoke before I could ask another question.

"It’s better if you just observe and enjoy. Everything I’m doing here, you’ve never seen before. Come have a look."

I moved towards the pot the woman was currently attending, peering into it and widening my eyes at the sight of a large piece of meat floating and spinning over boiling water.

"Look at this one," the redhead said, smiling like a child showing off her work.

There were two other steaming pots in the kitchen, each on a stove. Looking into them, I found rice in one and a thick red syrup in the other. These at least looked normal, though they didn’t smell normal.

Grrhhgrhhgrrrhh!

My stomach suddenly grumbled, and I didn’t know when, but Chiara’s left hand went to it. Looking at me pitifully, she rubbed it.

"Poor you, it must be hard having an owner who forgets you to go chase young French women."

"She’s older than I am."

"Really?" Chiara mouthed, walking away and resting her butt on a table to the side.

Looking at her lips, I licked mine and dropped the issue. Rather, I focused on my present location, observing the kitchen more critically.

The space was not small, but at the same time, it wasn’t big. It perfectly fit the cookers needed, with equipment and utensils hanging on the walls and in cupboards, and a dining table at the end.

"Are you the owner of the café?"

"Mostly."

"It’s chef?"

"Head chef. I teach the hands that work here."

Focusing on the boiling foods, I picked up on traces of Ichor and looked back at the redhead. She currently had on a white apron over her long blue gown, and with her hair bundled up, she perfectly sold the image of a submissive, homely wife.

"We could be a family."

"And you, my gay son."

My face immediately transformed, and Chiara burst into laughter.

It didn’t take much longer for the woman to finish cooking. She had me sit down and then brought over a plate. The rice, sided by the red stew with carrots over it and a good slice of meat, made my stomach grumble once more. I gulped and looked back at the pair of eyes fixed on me.

"Aren’t you eating?"

"Nope."

"I made this specifically for you."

I wondered how she knew I would be coming, but shook my head.

"I would be disappointed if you couldn’t actually convince Prisca to join you without my help."

"It’s better you did it. Not only do we get a new member filled with potential, but you get a new underling, and we get to keep our cards hidden for a bit longer."

I raised a brow, and the woman waved her hands.

"You’re based all the way in America. My opponents will find it very inconvenient to reach you. And even if they do, I trust you’ll crush them."

"Why the faith?"

"Hmm. Let’s say I have a sort of respect for the people surrounding you. They wouldn’t follow a loser." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

I became contemplative for a few seconds, then picked up my spoon.

"First, have a bite."

"If you insist."

While giving me a seat at the end of the table, Chiara sat to the side and, leaning forward, opened her mouth and let me feed her. She gulped down everything, even licking her lips.

"Your turn."

"I feel there’s more to this food."

"There is. Nothing that will kill you, but how much more I value you will be decided by how you consume it."

My eyes went to the food. I looked at it critically, using both Mind Vision and Echo to inspect it. Chiara didn’t speak against my methods, and when I found nothing, my body sending no warnings, I took a bite.

As I chewed, the food dissolved in my mouth, its taste making me have to bite back a moan. And then it came, the hidden wizardry of the woman.

"So, you already know about it. You’re a serious deal."

"One that doesn’t serve you but works with you."

"Hmmm."

The cat was already out of the bag, so I didn’t bother much and just kept eating. When I was halfway through the meal, Chiara sat up, a sudden understanding falling over her.

"Who are you?"

"You want a friend or a prisoner?"

The woman’s fingers drummed on the table, no reply leaving her lips. I finished all that was on the plate and asked for a second round.

"Friends share secrets amongst themselves."

"Yeah, when they trust each other. You haven’t even told me what I’ve gotten myself into by joining your crew."

"True."

"Yeah. Here, you’re sweating." I handed the redhead my handkerchief.

"Don’t eat such meals again; they’re bad for your health."

Chiara took the black cloth and dabbed her forehead, not offended by my words.

"It has tremendous benefits if one can handle it passing through their body."

"Really, I don’t feel anything," I frowned, taking another bite.

"You will after I’m done with you." Chiara licked her lips, hungry for me.

It wasn’t that the meal I had been served contained nature energy, but rather that eating it caused a certain quantity of nature energy to rise from the earth and pour into one’s body. There was a lot of nature energy flowing into me at that moment, rushing through my body and diffusing out.

"What happened the other day in the chapel?"

"It’s an infight within the Vatican. They wanted to kill me."

"Why?"

"They don’t want me becoming a cardinal."