RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 285: Is That Art

For the first few seconds, it felt like the last several seconds had been nothing more than a dream. But when I turned to look at the couch, I found Sarah and Emily staring at me with surprise and worry.

The surprise was likely because what i thought had happened, had indeed been real, and none of them could comprehend how. The worry? Because one of the four guards had moved, and I now had a female pointing a gun straight at my forehead.

"Do you want to die?" Her index finger curled around the trigger.

Since I entered the room, all four women in well fitted black suits had maintained a neutral stance. But now, that description only applied to three of them. The fourth one was literally bleeding bloodlust.

In the woman's eyes, I saw nothing but the desire to kill me. And in my mind, I saw her pulling the trigger.

"Bitch," I sneered inwardly, seeing the future just about to dawn.

I was moments away from summoning my gun from the inventory when a thick voice sounded:

"Carmel, behave."

The instant those words were spoken, the bloodlust radiating from the woman vanished, and she disappeared from in front of me.

No, Carmel didn't walk back to her initial position, now standing to the left of the room by the wall with her colleague, observing her boss, she had simply returned to it.

The first time, even though I had Mind Vision active, I hadn't been certain. But after this second display, I had figured her out.

Carmel could teleport. And frankly speaking, she was no threat.

"Did you just teleport?" I asked the dark-haired female, who was now back in her original position, posture straight, expression blank.

Gasps escaped from the girls, along with mutterings, but their words weren't what I cared to hear.

"Yeah, she can," a voice answered from the grand chair. "The girl has come a long way in learning how to use her ability. It makes me so proud."

"So, the stick and carrot method," I thought, sensing very elated emotions oozing from Carmel.

"Mr. Lawson, with your just recently elevated status, I doubt you've been to an auction, least of all one so opulent. Come, watch."

Until now, the only other male in the room had remained behind his chair, so I hadn't physically seen his face. But as I moved forward and stood parallel to his grand seat, I looked to the left.

"Baron Leon."

Looking away from the window that overlooked the auction hall below, the Baron smiled at me, an aura of dominance blasting outward. A literal wind coming out of nowhere and blowing through his long black hair.

Leon had rich sparkling dark beards, his eyes black and beady and after nodding at me, he turned back to the auction.

"Powerful" was the word that crossed my mind.

Just how strong this man was, I didn't know. But to my surprise, that fact stirred a blazing fire within me.

"Sarah, don't be mannerless. Bring the young billionaire a seat."

Within the room, there were only two pieces of furniture, Leon's chair and the couch the girls occupied.

With Mind Vision, I watched as Sarah stood, looking around with confusion on her face.

"There's no extra seat here, my lord."

"Sarah," Leon repeated with quiet steel, "bring the young billionaire a seat."

The command made Sarah frantic. Her eyes darted around in panic and It was Emily who saved her.

Rising to her feet, Emily hurried behind the couch and began pushing. Sarah, understanding quickly, moved to help.

Within seconds, the long white furniture was repositioned behind me. I collapsed into it, and Leon delivered his verdict.

"Sarah, that was disappointing. Leave. Emily, come over here."

Ignoring the drama in the room, I focused on the activity happening below in the auction hall and asked:

"I can't hear. How do you?"

"Oh, I use my Third Eye."

"Third Eye?"

"Yes. The Third Eye refers to sensory abilities. With it, one can see, feel, hear and in the most advanced cases, even smell."

He glanced at me. "It's something still very far from your reach, so don't bother thinking about it."

"If it can do all that, why call it a Third Eye? Why not a Sixth Sense or something like that?"

"Good question. The answer is, it's not easy to have your sensory ability cover all six senses. Most people only get one, usually sight. Things like smell, touch, and taste? Almost impossible. Hearing is more realistic but still rare. I'm one of those rarities."

"Is this your game plan to lure me to your side?"

"Yeah. But it wasn't in the script," Leon laughed, his left hand wandering over Emily's butt as she sat on his thigh.

"Give me Grace, and I'll be on my way."

"Not so fast. I know you can't hear what's being said, but at least appreciate the art," Leon said, nodding at a painting at the front of the auction hall, currently receiving bids.

"Money, women, codes, sex positions, that's art to me. Not pictures."

"I see your mind is still transitioning from that of an pauper. Let me help speed up the process," Leon smirked, his intentions faintly sinister.

"Vicky, I want a fire for my lesson to Mr. Lawson," Leon snapped his fingers, prompting the woman beside Carmel to march out of the room.

"Emily, get up," Leon said to the woman on his lap. Watching her stand, he turned to me.

"You say women are art?" Leon laughed.

"Take it off."

There was no hesitation from Emily. The woman quickly undid her robes and let them fall, revealing her bare chest and black G-string.

"I don't like this," Leon muttered. Leaning forward, he grabbed the strings of Emily's panties and ripped them off.

"Go present your asshole to Marcus."

Following Leon's words to the letter, Emily moved in front of me. Turning her back, she bent over and, grabbing her butt cheeks, spread them to reveal her pink rosebud.

"Pink and tight. Her asshole is an immaculate work of art," I said to Leon, who snorted.

Almost immediately, Vicky returned to the room, two large boxes in her hands. Moving to the front of Leon and me, she unzipped them and let the money inside pour onto the ground.

By this point, I knew what was coming and with a sigh, I watched a heap of dollars be set ablaze.

"Is this what you call art, Mr. Lawson? Things that can be easily replaced? Grow up," the Baron said as red the flames rose. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"This is one angle to look at things."

"There is no angle here. No in-between. If it's not priceless, it's not art. You need to elevate your thinking. Think like the rich."

"Hmm. The rich, eh? What do you think about a banana taped to a wall? Is that art?"