Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 147: Switch Legs

Liam turned his head.

A woman was standing a few feet to his left, arms loosely crossed, watching him with the kind of expression that said she’d been there long enough to have an opinion.

She wasn’t what he’d expected.

She was beautiful. Actually beautiful. The kind that made you look twice without meaning to.

Her hair was dark, pulled back in a sleek ponytail that fell halfway down her back. Her skin was smooth, lightly tanned, her face sharp in all the right places. High cheekbones. Full lips pulled into a small, knowing smile. Eyes that were watching him a little too closely.

She was wearing a bright pink sports bra, tight across her chest, the neckline cutting low enough to show the curve of her boobs pressing against the fabric with every breath.

The material was thin, almost sheer in the light, and her nipples were faintly visible through it. Her leggings matched, the same bright pink, sitting high on her waist and clinging to every line of her hips, thighs, and ass.

The fabric stretched tight when she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, and Liam’s eyes followed the movement before he caught himself.

He looked up at the number floating above her head.

[70/100].

’Damn.’

She noticed him looking. Her smile widened slightly. "You okay over there?"

Liam blinked and refocused. "Yeah. I’m fine."

"Doesn’t look like it." She tilted her head toward his shoulder. "You’re not even doing that stretch right."

"I’m injured," Liam said flatly. "That’s why I’m having a hard time."

Her expression shifted immediately. The teasing edge softened. She uncrossed her arms and took a step closer. "Oh. Shit. I didn’t know." Another step. "Where?"

Liam hesitated for a second, then pushed himself up slowly from the mat, one hand bracing against the floor as he rose. His ribs pulled slightly but held.

When he was standing, he reached down and lifted the hem of his shirt, pulling it up just enough to expose his left side. He pointed to the area just below his ribs. "Here. Still healing."

She leaned in, her eyes dropping to the bruising. Her ponytail swung forward over her shoulder as she moved closer, her head tilting to get a better look.

"That sucks," she said quietly.

"Yeah."

"How’d it happen?"

"Long story."

She nodded slowly, her eyes lingering on the bruise for another moment before lifting back to his face. "Alright. Well, if you’re hurt, you definitely shouldn’t be doing those stretches. You’re going to make it worse."

"That’s what I was told."

"Then why were you doing them?"

"I was told to stretch. I just wasn’t told which ones not to do."

She laughed quietly, shaking her head, and stepped back slightly. Her hand gestured toward the mat. "Okay. Fair enough. Sit back down. I’ll show you some poses that’ll actually help. Won’t put any pressure on your ribs."

Liam looked at her for a moment, weighing it, then lowered himself back down onto the mat. Slow. Controlled.

She knelt beside him, close enough that he could smell her. Something clean and faintly sweet. Lotion, maybe. Or body spray. Her ponytail swung forward as she leaned in, the dark ends brushing against her shoulder.

"Alright," she said. "First one. Lie on your back."

Liam lay back on the mat, his head resting flat, his arms settling at his sides. The ceiling stretched out above him, the industrial fans spinning slowly.

"Good. Now bring your knees up. Feet flat on the mat."

He bent his knees, planting his feet on the mat, feeling the stretch already starting to pull through his lower back.

She reached over and placed one hand on his knee, her fingers pressing lightly against his skin. Her hand was warm. Soft. "Now let your knees fall to one side. Slowly. Just let gravity do the work."

He let his knees drop to the left, the stretch pulling through his lower back and hips. It felt good. Better than what he’d been doing.

"Feel that?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Good. Hold it there for a second."

He held it.

Her hand stayed on his knee, her thumb moving in a small circle against his skin. She wasn’t looking at his face anymore. Her eyes moved along the line of his ribs, down to his stomach, then back up. Slow. Deliberate.

"Alright. Bring them back to center."

He shifted his knees back, feeling the stretch release.

"Now the other side."

His knees dropped to the right. The stretch hit the same spot, just mirrored. He exhaled slowly through his nose.

She was still close. Close enough that when she leaned forward slightly to adjust the angle of his knee, her chest was right there. The pink sports bra was tight, and from this angle, he could see down into it. The curve of her boobs. The line of cleavage. The way the fabric pressed them together.

’Focus.’

"Good," she said quietly, her voice softer now. "You’re doing good."

She pulled back slightly and stood up, brushing her hands against her thighs. "Alright. Next one. Stand up."

Liam pushed himself up off the mat, slower this time, his hand bracing on the floor as he rose. His ribs protested faintly but not enough to stop him.

She stepped in front of him, close. Close enough that he could see the faint sheen of sweat on her collarbone. "This one’s for your hips. You’re going to step forward with your right leg. Like a lunge, but don’t drop all the way down. Just enough to feel the stretch in your hip."

He stepped forward, his right leg extending, his left leg staying back.

"Good. Now lean into it a little more."

He shifted his weight forward, feeling the stretch deepen in his hip flexor.

She moved behind him, her footsteps quiet on the mat, and her hands came to rest on his hips. Her palms were warm through the fabric of his shorts. "You’re not leaning enough. Here."

She pressed down slightly, guiding his hips forward, and the stretch deepened immediately. He felt it through his hip flexor, sharp and tight.

Her hands stayed there, her fingers spread across his hips.

"Feel that?" she asked, her voice close to his ear now.

"Yeah."

"Good."

Her fingers shifted slightly, her thumbs pressing into the muscle just above his hips. She was standing close enough now that he could feel her breath against the back of his neck, warm and steady.

And then he felt it.

His dick was hard.

Not fully. Not yet. But enough that it was noticeable. Enough that if she looked down, she’d see it.

’Fuck.’

He glanced down, his eyes dropping to the front of his shorts.

Yeah. It was there. The front of his shorts was tented slightly, the outline visible.

’She’s going to see this.’

He didn’t move. Didn’t adjust. Just stood there and hoped she wouldn’t notice.

But then her eyes dropped.

He saw it happen in his peripheral vision. The way her gaze moved from his hips down to his waist, then lower. Her hands stilled on his hips for just a fraction of a second.

She didn’t say anything.

Just kept her hands there, her thumbs still pressing lightly into his skin.

"Alright," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Switch legs."

He stepped back, shifting his weight, and switched legs. His left leg forward now, his right leg back. She moved with him, her hands never leaving his hips, following the motion smoothly.

This time, when she pressed down, her body was closer.

Her chest pressed against his back.

Soft. Warm. Full.

He felt it immediately. The weight of her boobs pushing into him through the thin fabric of her sports bra. The pressure was light at first, then firmer as she leaned in to guide his hips forward.

Heat spread across the back of his neck. He felt his face go warm.

’Don’t react. Don’t react.’

But he did. He knew he did. His shoulders tensed slightly, his breathing shifted.

She noticed.

He felt her pause for half a second, her hands still on his hips, her chest still pressed against him.

Then she continued.

Slow. Deliberate.

Her thumbs pressed into the muscle above his hips, guiding him deeper into the stretch, and as she did, her chest moved against his back. Not pulling away. Not adjusting. Just there. Moving with her breathing. The soft weight of her boobs rubbing against him with every small shift of her body.

She wasn’t acknowledging it. Wasn’t saying anything. Her voice stayed calm, professional even.

But she wasn’t moving away either.

"You’re really tight here," she said softly, her breath warm against the back of his neck.

"Yeah."

Her hands slid lower, her fingers brushing against the waistband of his shorts. Her chest pressed in again, firmer this time, the movement impossible to ignore.

Liam’s jaw tightened.

’She knows. She has to know.’

But her tone didn’t change. Her hands kept working. Her chest kept pressing.

Like it was all part of the stretch.

Her fingers moved slightly, her thumbs dipping just below the waistband, pressing into the muscle there.

And then she shifted.

Her hand moved lower. Just slightly. Just enough that her fingers were close. Too close.

Liam’s jaw tightened.

’What is she doing?’

Her fingers brushed against the side of his hip, then lower, her touch deliberate now. Intentional.

And then a voice cut through the air.

"Hey. Can I get in on this?"

Both of them froze.

Liam turned his head, his body still locked in the lunge position.

Jane was standing a few feet away, her hands folded behind her back, her head tilted slightly to the side, a small smile on her face. She looked cute. Sweet, almost. Her eyes said something different.

The woman beside Liam stepped back immediately, her hands dropping to her sides. She took a full step away, creating distance. She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. "I was just showing him some poses. We’re done now."

She turned and walked away without another word, her hips swaying slightly as she moved, her ponytail swinging with each step.

Liam and Jane both watched her go, their eyes following her all the way across the gym until she disappeared behind a row of machines.

When she was out of earshot, Jane muttered under her breath, just loud enough for Liam to hear. "Bitch."

’What was that about?’ Liam thought, his eyebrows pulling together slightly.

Jane turned back to him, her expression shifting immediately, the sharpness softening into something more playful. Her eyes moved from his face down to his waist, then lower. Her smile widened. "I see you were having a lot of fun."

Liam followed her gaze and looked down.

His dick was still hard. Still visible. The outline clear through the fabric of his shorts.

’Great.’

Time stopped.

The gym froze around him. The music cut out. The people mid-rep, mid-step, mid-breath, all locked in place.

The system appeared in front of him, clean white text against the air.

**[Option 1: "Yeah, I was. Before you ruined it for me." | +10 Lust Points]**

**[Option 2: "It’s not what you think. She was just helping me out." | +0 Lust Points]**

Liam didn’t hesitate.

"Yeah, I was. Before you ruined it for me."

Time resumed.

Jane blinked.

Her smile faltered for half a second, then came back wider, sharper. She looked at him like she’d just been slapped and enjoyed it.

"Wow." She tilted her head, looking at him like she was revising something. "I had you pegged as a nice guy."

Above her head, the number shifted.

[65/100] → [75/100].

Liam kept his expression flat. "Did I give you the impression that I was?"

She laughed. Actually laughed. It was quiet, almost breathless, and she shook her head slowly.

"Yeah, you kind of did."She stepped closer, her hands still folded behind her back. "My bad. I don’t want to be on your bad side." Her smile softened slightly, her voice dropping. "So what can I do to make it up to you?"

Time stopped again.

**[Option 1: "You can start by leaving me alone." | +6 Lust Points]**

**[Option 2: "You can start from where she stopped." | +15 Lust Points]**

Liam paused.

His eyes flicked to the options hanging in the frozen air in front of him, then moved past them to Jane. She was locked mid-smile, her head tilted slightly, her hands still folded behind her back. Frozen perfectly in place like everything else around them.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck.

’Wait. Does the system want her to do this to me? Right here?’

He looked at the options again, reading them slower this time. His eyes moved between the two choices, his jaw working slightly as he thought it through.

’I could just pick the second one. Get the points. Fix this awkward situation.’

He dropped his hand from his neck and crossed his arms, his eyes staying on the second option.

Fifteen lust points. That was significant. And it would resolve the tension without making things weird.

He exhaled slowly through his nose.

’But...’

His eyes moved to Jane again. To the way she was standing. The way she’d been looking at him. The smile on her face.

He tilted his head slightly, his arms still crossed.

’Fuck it.’

He made his choice.

"You can start from where she stopped."

Time resumed.

Jane’s eyes went wide.

Then she grinned. Slow. Deliberate. The kind of grin that knew exactly what it was doing.

"I’m not sure you even know my name," she said, her voice soft and teasing. "And you’re already asking me for something like that?"

Time stopped.

[Option 1: "You asked. You can leave if you don’t want to. I’ll go call her back." | +10 Lust Points]

[Option 2: "What’s your name?" | +0 Lust Points]

Liam’s eyes moved between the two options.

Then he looked past them, toward where the woman in pink had walked away. She was frozen mid-step, her hips caught in the motion, her ponytail suspended in the air.

He looked back at the options.

No hesitation.

"You asked. You can leave if you don’t want to. I’ll go call her back."

Time resumed.

Jane stared at him.

Her smile dropped for half a second. Just half. Her eyes searched his face like she was trying to figure out if he was serious.

Then she laughed. Actually laughed. Her head tilted back slightly, her shoulders shaking, and when she looked at him again she was shaking her head slowly.

"You really know how to convince someone."

Above her head, the number shifted.

[75/100] → [85/100].

She glanced around the gym, her eyes moving across the equipment, the people, the open floor. Then back to him. Her voice dropped lower. "We can’t do it here. We should go somewhere else."

Liam didn’t say anything. Just stood there, his arms still at his sides, his expression flat.

She waited.

He let the silence sit for a moment. Then: "Where do you have in mind?"

Her smile came back. Slower this time. More deliberate.

"You’ll see."