Baddie Distribution System
Chapter 44: The Fish Bites The Bait [Part-1]

Chapter 44: The Fish Bites The Bait [Part-1]

"UGH!"

"UGH!"

"UGH!"

"UGH!"

"I’m cumming, honey!!!" groaned a man with a stubbled beard and dark circles under his eyes, his voice raspy as he released, unloading his balls inside the woman beneath him—his wife, Layla, who also happened to be Dapper’s former homeroom teacher in high school. The man, now thrusting like a mating billy goat, was none other than her husband, Okun.

"Okun, you came so fast? Should we go another round? Maybe this time, be a little rough," Layla said with a frown.

But Okun had already flopped onto the bed, turning his back to her, clearly done.

"What are you even saying, Layla? Since when do we ever go more than one round?" he mumbled sleepily.

"Okun, your one round doesn’t even last two minutes. Get up. That’s why I wore this sexy dress for you," Layla complained, nudging him.

"Haaa... leave me the fuck alone. Why’d you even waste money on that dress? You could’ve used that money for something better. I’m tired. I just needed to empty my ballsack—you should be grateful I even managed that," Okun said in a low voice before drifting off, snoring soon after.

Layla’s face darkened instantly. She got out of bed and stormed into the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet seat, she clenched her fists, biting her lips until they bled.

’How dare he? What does he think I am—his personal sex dump? He just came in me and left me hanging. I couldn’t even feel his tiny dick.’ Layla seethed, tightening her fists further before letting out a frustrated sigh.

’But maybe it’s not entirely his fault... Ever since Dapper fucked me, sex with Okun has felt like torture. I keep craving that feeling—his grip, the way he handled me... Damn it, Dapper, what did you do to me? I need your dick,’ she muttered, fondling her breast and rubbing her clit, trying to bring back that sensation by thinking about Dapper—but it wasn’t working.

’Damn it. Nothing’s working. Wait... he’s not my student anymore, right? He graduated. It wouldn’t be illegal if we had an affair. Oh God, I’m married...’ Layla clenched her jaw, unlocked her phone, and slid into Dapper’s DMs.

---

The next morning, Dapper’s flaccid cock slipped out of Ruth’s pussy, leaving a trail of semen as it leaked out—they’d gone at it until they both passed out.

Climbing out of bed, Dapper headed to the private gym in the Freeman estate, something he’d recently discovered. There, he trained hard, pushing his body to the limit. Although the system said working out wouldn’t significantly boost his stats, it had its benefits. Conditioning the body helped in preparing it to handle larger mana pools. The stronger and fitter the body, the more refined the mana would be.

After exhausting himself until he was sore all over, Dapper checked his phone—only to be hit by a barrage of love messages from Layla, including a nude picture of her sitting in a toilet.

"What the fuck?!" Dapper blurted, quickly covering his screen.

"What’s that, my Lord?" asked Dan—the boy with explosive breath.

Dapper hesitated for a second but, realizing Dan had spoken to him first, replied calmly, "Nothing."

Returning to the main house, Dapper found that everyone was already up. They were seated in the living room, and the moment they saw him walk in, their eyes lit up.

"Hey, honey! You’re back!" Ruth said, springing to her feet and leaping into his arms. Dapper caught her with ease, his hands unintentionally sinking lewdly into the soft flesh of her ass.

*Cough.*

"You two shouldn’t make the rest of us jealous," Belinda commented with a light cough, prompting Ruth to snort at her while Dapper gently lowered his wife to the ground.

"I need to freshen up first."

A few minutes later, Dapper returned and took a seat in the living room.

"So, how’s it going to play out today? Are you calling him now?" Dapper asked Belinda.

"I’m nervous, even though I was talking big yesterday," Belinda admitted with a sigh, rubbing her knees nervously.

"Don’t worry. Everything will go smoothly. Just tell him to meet up with you," Dapper said, reassuring her.

Belinda nodded, picked up her phone, and dialed Thiago’s number. It rang, but he didn’t pick up. After the third try, he finally answered.

{Hello? Can’t you see I’m busy?! You should’ve stopped calling after the first or seco—}

"I want to see you," Belinda said, cutting him off.

{You want to see me? I told you—I’m busy!}

"I’m serious. I want to see you. We’ll also do that thing I refused to do the last time you came over. I’ll send you the address of a motel. Meet me there."

{Haha, are you serious right now? Don’t play with me, darling. And this better not be about that slap. If you want an apology, I’ll slap you again like the little bitch you are.}

Hearing that, Dapper clenched his fists, and Ruth bit her lips in frustration.

"I promise, it’s nothing like that. I just want to see you and have a good time. I was being difficult before. Forgive me."

{Ahahaha, I didn’t expect you to change like this, Belinda. That’s how you should talk to your future husband—with respect.}

"I won’t disrespect you again. I really mean it. I’m in the mood."

{Holy shit! This might be the happiest day of my life. Okay, send the address!}

"I’ll send it now. See you soon." Belinda hung up and gritted her teeth hard.

"Don’t worry, we’ll finish everything today. Just slip this bad boy into his drink," Dapper said, handing her two small vials.

"Ruth, tell your friend we’re on our way and to reserve two flats side by side, just like we agreed yesterday."

"Okay," Ruth replied, picking up her phone.

---

Belinda was already inside the motel room. She had just finished calling Thiago, pretending she’d been waiting a while, prompting him to say he’d arrive in a few minutes.

She was wearing a silky purple lingerie set. From a pouch hidden under it, she pulled out two small vials, one with a red cap, the other blue. She uncorked the red one and poured its contents into a glass of alcohol she’d prepared, then tucked both the empty vial and the blue-capped one back into her purse.

Moments later, there was a knock on the door.

Peeking through the peephole, Belinda confirmed it was Thiago. She opened the door.

Standing there was a very fat, bald-headed man with a scar running across his face—and two thuggish men looming behind him.