Perverted Daddy System

Chapter 129: PDS - 129 - Keeping promises

After Katie finishes cleaning me with her mouth, I pull her up and lead them both to the bedroom. Hope and Hester are already there, sprawled on the bed in their nightclothes, watching the door like they’ve been waiting.

"Hope," I say. "Your reward. Tonight, you’re the student."

Her eyes light up.

*System, buy a Pill of Restoration.*

[Purchasing Pill of Restoration... 20,000 PDP deducted. Current PDP: 48,900.]

[Pill of Restoration materialized in your inventory.]

I hold up the small white pill between my fingers. Hope’s eyes track it.

"Do you know what this is, babygirl?"

She shakes her head.

"It’s a Pill of Restoration. It’ll make you a virgin again. Restore your hymen. Tighten everything up. When I fuck you tonight, it’ll be like the first time all over again."

Her breath catches. "Daddy..."

"Tonight, I take your virginity for the second time."

I hand her the pill. She takes it, staring at it like it’s made of gold.

"Swallow it."

She does. Dry. A small grimace, then it’s gone.

I watch her, waiting. A shiver runs through her body — the system working, cells rearranging, time reversing its marks. She gasps softly, one hand going to her stomach.

"Feel it?"

She nods, wide-eyed.

"Good." I take her hand. "Now let’s get you dressed for school."

I grab the wooden chair from the corner and set it in the center of the room. Katie understands immediately — she fetches a short pleated skirt from Hope’s closet, a white button-up blouse, and holds them out.

Hope dresses right there, stripping off her nightclothes without a hint of shame. When she’s done — skirt, blouse, knee-high socks — she looks like she just stepped out of a private school catalogue.

"Innocent schoolgirl," I say, circling her. "Fresh from class. Doesn’t know a thing about the world."

She bites her lip, playing along. "I don’t understand, sir. What am I doing here?"

"Detention." I sit on the chair. "You’ve been a very bad student."

Katie moves to stand beside me, her hand resting on my shoulder. "The teacher’s assistant will be helping me discipline you today, Hope. Isn’t that right?"

"Yes, sir." Katie’s voice drops into something prim and proper. "We can’t have rule-breakers in this school."

"And your friend?" I glance at Hester, still on the bed. "She’s here to watch. So she learns what happens to girls who don’t follow instructions."

Hester pulls her knees up, saying nothing. Her eyes are fixed on Hope.

"Approach the desk, Miss Lawrence," I say, my voice hardening.

Hope steps forward, head bowed, hands clasped in front of her.

"You will address me as Professor or Sir. Understood?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Good girl." I reach out, trail my fingers up her thigh, under the hem of her skirt. "Tell me, Hope — have you been a good student this semester?"

She shivers. "I — I try to be, Professor."

"Try?" My fingers climb higher. "Trying isn’t good enough. I expect results."

Her breath hitches. She shifts her weight, thighs pressing together, but doesn’t pull away.

"I’m sorry, Professor."

"Sorry doesn’t fix failing grades." I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pull them down her thighs. She doesn’t move — just stands there, trembling, the fabric bunched around her knees. I glance at Katie. She crouches, takes Hope’s ankle gently, lifts one foot, then the other, sliding the panties free while Hope whimpers. "But I think I know a way you can earn extra credit."

Katie moves behind her, pressing against Hope’s back, her hands sliding up to cup the girl’s breasts through the blouse. "The professor asked you a question, dear."

"Yes — yes, Professor. I’ll do anything."

"Anything?" I undo my belt, let my pants fall. My cock is already hard. "Prove it."

Hope hesitates. A perfect flicker of innocent uncertainty, her gaze dropping to my cock, then snapping away.

"I don’t know what to do, professor."

I catch Katie’s eye. She steps forward, crouches beside Hope, and takes her hand gently.

"Don’t be scared, sweetheart. Let me show you."

She guides Hope’s hand to my thigh. Hope’s fingers tremble.

"There," Katie murmurs. "That’s not so bad, is it? He’s not going to hurt you. He just wants to help you learn."

Hope looks up at me. Her eyes are wet, wide — playing the role perfectly, or maybe not playing at all. Either way, it works.

"You’re in detention, Hope. That doesn’t mean I’m your enemy. But you’ll do as you’re told. Understand?"

She nods, small and fragile.

"Kneel."

She lowers herself slowly, the hardwood meeting her knees. Her hands rest on her thighs, her face level with my cock. She’s trembling, her eyes fixed on it like it’s a snake about to strike.

"Open your mouth and show me your tongue."

She does. Her tongue extends, pink and trembling. I guide myself to her lips, let the tip rest against her tongue. She’s breathing fast, her hands gripping her own thighs.

"That’s it. Just the tip." I glance at Katie. "She needs instruction."

Katie nods, crouching beside Hope, her hand still stroking the girl’s hair. "Listen to me, sweetheart. First, I want you to lap at the head with your tongue. Just the tip. Like a lollipop."

Hope’s tongue moves, hesitant at first, then bolder — small kitten licks across the crown.

"Good girl. Now take just the tip inside your mouth. Gently."

Her lips close around me, warm and wet. She takes half an inch, no more.

"Perfect. Now suck while your tongue keeps licking the head."

She does. The suction is soft, uncertain, her tongue working against me. I groan despite myself.

"Now add the head movement," Katie murmurs. "Slow. Bob your head while you suck and lick at the same time."

Hope’s head begins to move — clumsy, unpracticed, but she’s doing all three at once, her mouth working me, her tongue swirling, her cheeks hollowing.

"Look at that," Katie says, pride in her voice. "You’re a natural, sweetheart. Keep going. Just like that."