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Perverted Daddy System

“What the fuck? What is going on? Have I completely lost it?” As I stare panicky at the dot unable to decide what to do, the white dot disappears and a line of text appears in its place. [Installing files. 1% done…] As I watch the text in shock, the percentage gradually increases. […2%...3%...4%...] I move to the living room in a zombie-like manner, too shocked to think clearly and lie down on the couch. “Something is wrong with me; I think I finally lost my sanity…” […12%...13%...14%...] Unable to affect the situation in the least, I stare dejectedly at the percentage increase, while my mind starts exploring the possible explanations. In the end, as the percentage hits 90%, I narrow it down to three possibilities. The first possibility is that I am in fact still unconscious and this is all a product of my mind. I pinch myself and whimper at the pain, as in my nervousness I used almost all my strength. Nope, the first is out. The second possibility is that I have completely lost my mind and am suffering from delusions. Hmm, I cannot exclude this, but while possible, I don’t think that this is it. The only thing out of the ordinary is that fucking line of text. The third possibility … [Installation successful!] The text disappears and a new message appears in my eyes… The third possibility … is that I gained a system. I read the message with my mouth agape at the implications. [Welcome user, to the Perverted Daddy System!] Fuck… TAGS: Mind control, manipulation, corruption, sleep sex, rape, blackmail, oyakodon

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PDS – Chapter 62 – Bondage girl, get!

(A/N I went back and fixed the last chapters, since I had forgotten to include the pervy bonuses!)

"Hmph, very well, daddy. But I will make you pay for this!"

She sulkily grabs the envelope and walks toward the door in big angry strides.

Perfect! The excuse is flawless and knowing what he said to her I can adapt my strategy accordingly.

I move to the living room and wait. After two minutes the doorbell rings. I open the door and find Hester in her school uniform looking at me with a grumpy expression.

"Good afternoon, Hester! I wasn't expecting you. How can I help you? Is there any problem with the apartment?"

Hester doesn't reply and just thrusts rudely the envelope into my hands.

I raise an eyebrow at her attitude, then ask.

"What is this, exactly?"

With disdain in her tone, Hester replies to me.

"Da… my father wanted me to give you this. Sign it, so I can bring it back!"

Ha! The little slut sure has the princess part down pat. Too bad for you…