RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System

Chapter 149: Period?

Oatmeal and congee with egg and meat were what I got for breakfast, and after enjoying my hearty meal, I dressed up and departed for school.

Getting into the BMW this time, I sighed at the reminder that I had dumped one of my cars in some garage and needed to get a new house.

I had always found my apartment comfortable, but now that I had plans for a bigger place, the flaws with it were becoming quite glaring.

The first two days of the week were the busiest days of school for me so I had no time to reconsider rescheduling with Nadia for another house appointment.

As I drove to school, I wondered whether to schedule an appointment for today as by 3 pm I should be done with all academic activities.

I got to school on time and began my day.

The first and second classes went smoothly, but before the third could happen, Sade stood at the front and made an important announcement to the class.

Apparently, the Lecturer who was to take us on our third class was ill and wouldn't be around and more surprisingly, Dr Racheal who had the last class for the day would not be coming, and not just today but for the rest of the week.

Her reason was that she was busy with an emergency and I could only think

"Weird."

I hadn't asked Sophie about how things with her mother went, but I planned to do so the next time we met.

My mind lingered on Racheal's absence for some seconds before then moving to another heavier matter and mulling over it for minutes.

I had just gotten up and was about to leave my desk when Sade walked up to my side and I turned to her with a smile.

"Pretty" I called her.

Unlike Isabella whose body exposed her every feeling despite how much she tried to hide it, my only window to Sade's heart was her eyes and despite her expression remaining unchanged I could see a bit of mirth in them.

"You weren't about to leave without talking to me were you."

It was such a non-Sade-like thing to say, but after her fluctuating temperaments the past two days I had gotten used to it.

Sometimes she acted like there was something strong going on between us and other times, she just sunk into her usual character.

"Of course not, how could I leave without having a look at your perky ass."

Sade was not amused by words, but that didn't stop me from grabbing her hand and leading her out of the class.

"let's go to the café and grab some snacks, " I said but we were just a few steps from my car when she pulled her hand out of mine.

"Is there a problem" I turned back to Sade confused.

She had her arms folded over her chest and a frown on her face.

"Your words about my ass, I don't like them."

"Well, how do you want me to describe your buttocks, soft, big, compact, juicy?"

As I said each word, I moved closer to Sade but nothing moved her expression.

"None of them, I don't want you, describing my butt in any way, apologize."

"That's raw Sade."

"I'm serious,"

I cocked my head at Sade because unsure where this was coming from because this was far from the first time I had complimented her ass.

"You know better than most, that that's not happening."

Immediately after I said this, Sade turned on her heels and marched away, but after moving five steps she turned back to me and came closer.

"Won't you say anything?"

"Are you on your period?"

Without a word, Sade turned once more and walked away, but this time she did not turn.

"What is her problem" I wondered. 

Truly perplexed I was about to use the system to appraise her when a soft voice called me.

"Marcus"

It was a girl with really long braided black hair, wearing a black shirt and jeans which hugged her big wide ass, stuff that I liked.

"I've been looking for you all over. Since we don't have any more classes for today, could you tutor me?"

The girl had a couple of books in her hands, her name was Margeret and she was a hot sexy chick. On her own, she had approached me two days ago introducing herself and wanting us to be friends.

Watching Margeret bite her nails and look at me pleadingly, I knew that there was some pussy to be fucked, but unfortunately, I had more pressing matters.

"Not today Maggert, I got something urgent to do, how about tomorrow? I'll teach you using every method I know."

The sexy thing got the message and with a bright goodbye walked away, swaying her hips for my hungry eyes.

As I got into my car, my dick protested my decision but in the end, it made no further complaints, after all a more important cunt was on the line.

It had been more than a week since I came here but once more, my car parked in front of the History department and without much hassle, I went into the building.

Navigating my way up its floor, I stopped before a particular room and seeing it thankfully devoid of a teacher, I went in.

It took me some seconds to find her, but just as I spotted her, she spotted me and with a smile waved.

"Marcus, what brings you here" Angela said moving over from the rowdy group she had been engaged with to me.

"Ahhh that… I forgot after seeing your hair."

"Oh my hair, you like it" Angela asked running her hand through her black hair. 

Angela was of African descent and with those genes, she got the pass to styling her hair a beautiful afro.

"Very much"

My answer got the girl smiling and after engaging me with some talks on how she had been in doubt about the hair and then gone to her stylist, she fixed me with a stare.

"Alright, what do you want."

After torturing me Angela finally pitied me.

"Do you know Lucy's boyfriend "

"Yeah, I know Mike, what's up."

"Well, I was hoping to meet him."

Angela's eyes narrowed on me and smirked.

"You have quite the balls wanting to ask Mike about his girlfriend but if you're so hooked up on her, I don't mind pointing you in the right direction."

"Mike isn't the kind of guy that will be friendly with someone looking for his girlfriend, so it's your funeral."

"I understand, thanks."

"Hmm, in case you see Lucy tell her I said hi, and if u can come back in one piece, how about hitting me up, I have a feeling there is a treasure under your clothes".

Angela's eyes roamed over my chest before she looked back at me and smiled sweetly.

Just like me, Lucy had given her friends the excuse that she was attending to some emergency matters at home, so no one was worried. They didn't seem to have an iota that their friend was turning out to be a ghost.