RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 98: Going The Reverse Way

Though Denise spoke with modesty and a bit of reverence, it didn’t change the fact that she had just questioned and challenged my ability.

Looking at Denise, though she presented herself to me in a submissive manner, I could still see the strong will and ambitious mind she possessed and it made me have a thought.

"You mentioned how any lawyer would have seen me as prey to pounce on and get a healthy harvest, that statement wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with why you want to be my POA would it"

For this question, Denise stayed silent to ruminate her reply and then she looked at me with a firm gaze.

"As I said I am here because I believe you will give me what I want, but I can’t deny that my doubts in your ability to secure what you have and not lose it all to some scam did not play a significant role in my decision."

I rolled around Denise’s words in my head, the idea of pulling out my desert eagle briefly popping up but quickly being cancelled and then I went to the chunk of energy in my head.

Acknowledging that Denise’s mind couldn’t be treated like the guard back at the security office, I pulled on a significant amount of energy while at the same time being careful not to pull too much.

Who knows what would happen if I hit her with an attack too strong?

I reached into my heart, the resting bed of my emotion and in there, rather than pull on only fear, I pulled up on hopelessness, one which Denise was very familiar with and I brought them up.

I had never combined two initially distinct emotions in a single attack or even thought about it, but as they say, first impressions matter and understand that Denise might become a vital part of my existence, I knew I needed to do things not just right with her but near perfect.

What I wanted to do now was akin to combining strength and speed in punch, it required training the body to have these qualities and practising the punch. While I had the training part down, that in the form of the emotions I had come across, I lacked the practice.

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The struggle in mind to pull up both these emotions and infuse in the mental fist I had conjured in my head was tedious but I didn’t let the strain show on my face.

I pulled with all my strength and stuffed the emotion in the fist I had conjured, finding myself having to constantly go around it to plug continuous leakages and needing to release the attack as fast as possible before its unstable form fell apart.

"Are you ready"

Without hesitation Denise nodded her head, her expression tightening as she firmed her mind, but the effort was pointless.

Bang!!

With the go-ahead, I released the fist, and though I sighed internally at the amount of energy it lost during travel, my expression remained impassive as my attack hit.

[Ding!! +2 mental]

Testament to her mental strength Denise took a step backward in defiance, but the next second her rebellious mind was overwhelmed and she fell on all fours, her body trembling as hoarse whimpers and mutterings left her lips.

Denise’s hair fell, covering her face and along her arms, I could see veins popping up as her arms quaked looking like they would give out any second.

Looking away from Denise I stared at the screen floating to the side confirming my suspicions and that I had been right to be hard on her, though I couldn’t help but groan at some unexpected changes.

[Name: Denise Harther

Type: Older Milf

Trust:51-> 62

Affection:43->46

Fear:17->36

Loyalty:65->76

Horniness: -20 -> -32

Comment: Desires power and revenge.]

While from these changes it was clear that Denise was a woman who submitted to power almost like Martha the problem was that she submitted to it in the form of fear and loyalty and all these would have been great if it didn’t mean her horniness went the reverse way.

Denise had a fat ass and I really wanted to bend her over and pound it but I was wary of the consequences of fucking a woman with a negative horniness.

"Will my insertion cause her pain rather than pleasure, will just the act of me wanting it sleep with her destroy every other goodwill she had towards me, would she fight against me."

I stared at Denise’s form for some seconds and then focused back on the view over the balcony, my mind returning to the flavour of my Cigar.

It was over a minute before Denise pushed herself up to her feet and when she moved her hair out of her face, I saw that it was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

"Are you okay"

"I’ll.. be… fine" Denise barely got out, her lips still quivering.

"Good"

"Is it okay If I stay out here a bit"

Denise had her head bowed unable to look at me as she spoke.

"No problem,"

"Thank you"

Nodding even though she couldn’t see it I returned to the room surprised when I saw my little nymph sucking on a straw from a cup, the imprint on her face gone and the marks on her arms faint.

"I hope that isn’t Alcohol"

Valera who had been in her own little world while enjoying her drink turned to me with excitement and she quickly shook her head.

"No, it’s juice."

"Mrs Harther got it for me when she came in earlier"

As Valera spoke, she looked behind me confused.

"Where is Mrs Harther"

"She’s on a business call"

"Oh," Valera said disappointed and then she lit up, "Look at the dress she gave me, it’s perfectly my size."

As Valera spoke, she stood up and spun around, showing me the brown dress she now wore.

Looking to pose, she stretched out her left leg, having it poke out of the slit along the dress’s length and reveal her smooth thighs.

I wanted to speak but Valera beat me to it, rushing up and looking up at me pleadingly.

"Can I keep it, pretty please. It’s so pretty, I’ve never had something like this before"