Bad_Bishop

The future was doomed, the present was gloom, the past was regretful. At this point, the only reason I was still alive was because my heart and brain functioned and then one night after a great fap, I woke up to a totally different reality, one where I was in the past.

[System installation complete]
[Welcome host to the Perverted Sugar Daddy System]

[You’ve been taken back in time]

I used to be perverted 50 year old man infatuated with younger women in short tight skirts, but now I was in the past with a system.

A system that would help me fulfil my perverted desires. I hadn't planned for this, but I sure as hell was ready to milk it.

Women, money, fame, from where I stood, all these are at my finger tips.

Not only is everyone's mother wife and sister in danger, but so are their companies and territories.

it's just a matter of whether I want to own google or be a simple shareholder in Tesla, infact, why not have both.
There is the option of being a CEO but I don't want that to interfere with my leisure.

My plan is sound and simple but unfortunately you can't eat your cake and have.
If I want to be at the top of the world, then I have to be ready to face problems of those at the top, for example.

"What do u mean witches are real"




TAGS: Mind control, Gangs, manipulation, corruption, oyakodon.

PS: All characters in this book are above 18

RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System

At about 8:am on Thursday after doing my workouts and practising my kickboxing, I stepped out of my apartment dressed in Black Air Max sneakers, a black trouser and a blue long-sleeve shirt, the weather was rather cold this morning.

Locking my door, rather than go left which was the route to exit the building, I moved right and knocked on the door of the next apartment.

A minute went by with me knocking and calling Lucy's name and just like the previous days, I got no reply and could only sigh and turn around and head out.

Sunday was the last time I had seen Lucy since after I asked her to deliver an envelope to Martha, she had not returned to give me a report like I expected her to.

This lack of presence didn't just apply to Lucy, it also applied to Martha. The envelope which contained the money I had sent Lucy to deliver was the same one Both I and Marth had seen and laughed at last week when we met at the supermarket.

Broken Deal