22 Clues 1

"Sofony, you okay?"

It was after school, the inseparable friends left the premise and since Sofony said she had to withdraw some cash, they first went into an ATM outlet. The money was needed to pay for bills and dues, shop for weeks worth of supplies, and contribute to school projects.

In fact, the reason she remembered that she's running out of cash was that the class was in need of funds for the upcoming school fest, but she was unable to cough up any money to contribute. The money was needed already because this afternoon, they would be buying prop materials and fabrics for the costumes. Wendy had to shoulder her part, which was of course to her embarrassment.

Everyone in charge of the costumes would also have to stay overnight at Wendy to start stitching. This was why Sofony would not be going home today.

But for now, her priority was to withdraw cash. She inserted her card on the machine and pressed the 'check balance' button. When more than a hundred thousand credits entered her sight, her expression turned weird and her lashes began trembling. She stared blankly at the numbers for a very long time.

Only at the second call from Wendy did her soul go back to her body. However, she was still feeling very light headed.

'It's so ridiculous. It should be from the shop. But, do cafes really make that much within three weeks?'

Why was she suspecting that Gio did something again?

She really couldn't shake off the discomfort so she phoned the man to clarify. She looked back at Wendy and then signaled to her that she's okay. Then she did her best to cover up her mouth and lowered down the volume of her voice.

"Baby?" Rustling sounds of papers rushed to her ears together with his masculine voice.

"H-hey, did you do something again? The salary I received from the cafe is weird!"

On the other line, Gio started laughing. He was trying to picture in his head what her current expression should be.

"Why is it weird for you?"

"Very weird! It's definitely not normal. How much do cafes profit nowadays? I don't believe it could reach a hundred thousand in three weeks!"

"That, I don't know."

Gio was saying the truth. The amount was very little for him to pay attention to.

"I think it's very possible though. Say the cafe gained at least ten thousand a day, then nothing's weird."

Sofony's math started to kick in and when she thought about it, if the cafe was really making around that much a day, then it was possible even after deducting costs and workers' paychecks.

"Oh. You make sense." She nodded reluctantly. Her gaze once again went to the displayed amount.

"You finally thought it out? Perhaps you still haven't sunk into your mind that you're now a cafe's boss."

"You're right. I'm still having the impression that I'm a lazy employee..." She blurted out after remembering how in the past few days, the manager did not even let her hold a tray.

While shaking her head, she pressed some buttons on the machine with her fingers to withdraw a few thousands.

"Are you on the way to the condo?"

Sofony blushed, thinking that the guy must have already assumed she would be taking that condo as hew new home.

"N-no. We have to prepare for the school fest. My class is spending the night creating the props and costumes at my best friend's house. I won't be coming home today. Sorry."

Her man understandingly relented and said a few more words to her before ending the call. However, little did she know, in his office, the young master who was already about to leave for home suddenly frowned. His thoughts remained unknown.

A while later, he chuckled and murmured. "She's probably taking revenge."

Back to the ATM, the girl grabbed the few bills that the machine let out before turning to her still waiting friend. She smiled at the already turning orange skies and secretly whispered.

'I'm lucky to be her girl. But I couldn't always be receiving. Time to think now of what I could give him apart from my body.'

Just what she should gift him? A necktie? Cuff-links? Perfume? What do rich guys like Gio lack that a girl like her may give?

<System: Tch. Haven't you already thought about it long ago? If not for a baby, then why are you always letting him cum inside you? He probably wants one since he's always calling you that.>

'... Can't you not always twist my words to your convenience?'

She's not that low of a woman. If she was, then she would not be aiming for the pregnancy controller reward of the main mission.

<System: Hehe, Host. I know you're slowly but more slowly progressing with your first official mission.>

Hearing about this, Sofony suddenly recalled what her best friend Wendy told her this afternoon. There was a suspicious guy within the rotten basket of apples that was related to Felicity Dematrionez but Wendy said he should be pure. Her gaze was weird that time because she couldn't believe that someone could remain virgin when being related to that girl.

Chris Meyer. His name.

Maybe there would be some surprises if she thoroughly investigated this male best friend of Felicity? Thinking of this, he summoned the devil in her head.

'System, I still have more than a hundred points, right?'

<System: So?>

'Attach a listening device to Chris Meyer now.'

<System: Oh! Nice purchase. Points deducted... Host, please wait... Target's locked on... Listening device has been successfully attached.>

Sofony nodded. Later, when she had the time, she would listen to what it captures.

....

Felicity's father called her to his office today. Felicity had a hunch her father only wanted to find inspiration from her, but she went there anyway. The moment she got there, the first thing she saw spread on his messy table was an explicit illustration of two manga characters lewdly connected. Her father was not inside.

Mr. Dimatrionez was working for a game company that releases both mainstream games and mature games. Her mother didn't know, but his father was actually in the R-18 department. He even had his own separate office since he's one of the most senior members of the department.

She passed by the other members of the department and headed straight to her father's office. It was not without getting odd stares though. Some of the guys here had already done it with her and they were all aware that she had that kind of carnal relationship with her father.

After all, what was a girl in her teens doing with her father inside a sealed room without stepping out after many hours? It was very easy to guess. But none of them betrayed her father by saying it to her mother, because the father allowed them to also played with his daughter as a condition of them shutting their mouths up.

"Felicity, good. I'm glad that you're here."

Her father immediately closed the door. He reached out to her face and then went to trace her contours. His daughter really grew up into a big beauty.

As she watched lust flood his eyes, she asked, "Why did you call me here?"

"I just miss you, honey. Can't I miss you?"

"Who are you fooling? It's very obvious, you just want to flaunt to your workmates that you can fuck your own daughter anytime you want."

"Don't say it like that. We're families. We can't fuck. But since we're families it's okay to make love."

"In a way that also can make babies? What a damnable familial love."

Felicity showed her disgust to this wretched father of hers who raped her when she was fourteen and made her slave to obscenity since then. However, when he started caressing her panties after his hands stripped her of her skirt, moans and gasps automatically hurried out of her mouth.

"Come, honey."

She let him do as he pleased to her body. He made her pushed her hand to the edge of worktable while he rolled the underwear down and started stroking the now wet hole of his daughter.

He leaned his upper body to her daughter's back, his left arm hugging her from her waist as his left hand guide a kind of fat, but long thing into the wet crack. After a few seconds, the table was rocking back and forth, its creaking sound accompanied by man-made noises.

The scene didn't lose out a bit to the pornographic drawings before Felicity. In fact, it was even more obscene as it was a real infamous father and daughter incestuous play.

"My daughter. I really love your body."

Felicity's hole tightened at the words, the rod fully occupying it.

"My, aah! father, I hate you. Aah!"

"But you love my cock. You enjoyed it because... you can't help but think that this is the same penis that pokes your mother's womb to conceive you. This is such a nice material. Oh, my Felicity, you don't know how many good stories I've sold with you as my inspiration."

Her father grabbed her jiggling breasts. The pounding still ongoing.

"It's your, aah, fault that I'm like this...Ah!"

"I'm proud of you my daughter. Destroy yourself more. You're my material. Your stories always inspire the artistic me. We're like dogs in heat,... forever in heat. Hahaha, receive my love!"

Felicity's body jolted, her face looked so erotic. He stopped with his manhood fully in. He just cummed, and his thing was still bursting with white stuff that couldn't be fully contained by her wonderful feminine tool.

"Look at the semen that drips down, my daughter."

Felicity really looked behind. The father firmly held her behind in place, her pristine white thighs became clouded by tainted juices. She bit her lips. The addictive feeling truly consuming her.

Her lustful eyes met his father's who laughed and resumed the immoral activity. Night came, and the two of them were now fully naked but was still continuing the insane passion for sexual venting.

"Felicity! Felicity! You're my slut! Your mother is nothing compares to you. You're my slut! My daughter is a slut!"

"Dad, aah! Ahh! You're also ah, a son of a bitch! Aah!"

On top of the table, the two people's reckless sex was rampant as various lewd illustrations laid underneath them, some even faded due to sweat, sexual fluids, and saliva. Outside, people were shaking their heads. A few chuckling, and a few looking forward to their turns.