Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 62: Bargain With The Devil 3

Liam stopped walking.

He ducked behind a parked Honda, crouching low as he peered around the side.

His eyes scanned the street ahead, landing on the sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom parked directly in front of his building.

’She’s really here.’

The car was impossible to miss. Glossy midnight black paint that reflected the streetlights like a mirror.

Chrome grille gleaming.

The Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornament catching the light. The thing was massive—easily seven feet wide—and looked completely out of place on this street with its cracked sidewalks and faded apartment buildings.

He stared at it for a long moment, then shook his head.

’Nothing says "I’m asking to get robbed" like parking a hundred-thousand-dollar car in front of a building where half the mailboxes don’t even lock.’

He rubbed the back of his head and let out a long sigh, his shoulders dropping as he accepted defeat.

’There’s no point hiding. I should just find out what she wants so she can leave and I can get back inside.’

He stepped out from behind the Honda and walked toward the car, the plastic bags rustling in his hands with each step.

When he reached the passenger side, he raised his hand and knocked twice on the tinted window.

The glass slid down smoothly, revealing Elena inside.

She sat with one leg crossed over the other, her body angled toward the window.

Her brown hair fell in loose waves, catching amber glints in the low light. Her hazel eyes locked onto his, sharp and full of heat.

The cream silk blouse was unbuttoned low, showcasing the full, soft curve of her breasts.

Below, the black leather mini skirt gripped her hips like a second skin, hiking up to expose her smooth, bare thighs. She didn’t look away, her gaze making it clear exactly what she wanted.

She tilted her head slightly, a small smile playing on her lips as she looked him over.

Then she gestured toward her driver with two fingers, a subtle flick of her wrist.

A soft click echoed from the door.

Liam grabbed the handle and pulled it open, sliding into the cream leather seat.

The interior smelled faintly of expensive perfume and new leather.

He set the bags down carefully on the floor between his feet, making sure nothing spilled.

Elena watched him settle in, her smile never fading.

She lifted the crystal glass she’d been holding—something clear and sparkling inside—and took a slow sip before setting it down in the cupholder beside her.

"So," she said smoothly, her voice low and almost playful. "You couldn’t leave your house?"

Liam glanced at her, then looked away. "Yeah. Something came up."

"I can see that." Her eyes flicked briefly to the bags at his feet, but she before commenting further."I see why you said you didn’t have time."

Her tone was light, teasing, as she turned the box over in her hand.

"What do you mean?" Liam asked, then glanced down at the bag. His stomach dropped when he saw the heat patches and ibuprofen sitting right on top. "It’s not what you—"

"I don’t care if you have a girlfriend," Elena cut him off, her voice smooth and unbothered. She set the box back in the bag and looked at him directly. "I’m only interested in you. That’s all."

Liam blinked.

His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. He stared at her, his brain scrambling to process what she’d just said.

Liam leaned back against the seat, his mind already working through his next move.

’She said she’s interested in me. That means she probably doesn’t want me getting hurt or killed. If I say this right, maybe I can get her to help.’

He turned to face her fully, his expression neutral but calculated. "Can I ask you for a favor?"

Elena raised an eyebrow. She picked up her glass again and took another sip, her eyes never leaving his. "What’s that?"

Liam leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.

"There’s this problem I’m in right now. I was thinking... you wouldn’t want someone you’re interested in to get hurt or damaged by someone else, would you?" Liam said trying to sound smart.

Elena’s lips curved into a small smile.

She set her glass down and leaned back against the seat, crossing one leg over the other as she studied him with amusement. "I see right through what you’re doing, but you’re not wrong. So what kind of problem are we talking about?"

Her tone was casual, almost dismissive, like she expected him to say something trivial.

Liam hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "I’m in a family war."

Elena didn’t react at first. She just tilted her head slightly, waiting for him to continue.

"My friend got attacked," Liam continued. "Four guys broke into her house and tried to kill her. I helped her out, and now I’m involved whether I like it or not."

Elena’s smile widened slightly, and she let out a soft laugh as she picked up her glass again. "So you felt like playing hero?"

"More like Tasha roped me into it," Liam shot back. "Also she showed up at my door asking for help because she didn’t know where else to go."

Elena brought the glass to her lips, but stopped mid-sip.

Her hand froze in place, and her eyes widened just slightly.

The playful amusement that had been on her face moments ago vanished entirely, replaced by something sharper, more alert.

She lowered the glass slowly without drinking and turned to look at him directly.

Liam noticed the change immediately.

His brow furrowed as he watched her expression shift from casual interest to something closer to concern or disbelief.

"Is there any chance," Elena said slowly, enunciating each word carefully, "that your friend’s last name is William?"

Liam blinked.

His mind flashed back to the study group the first day he went—the moment the system had appeared in front of him with her full name displayed in glowing text~

**[Tasha William]**

He nodded slowly. "Yeah. How did you know?"

Elena set her glass down in the cupholder with more force than necessary and brought one hand up to rub her temple, her fingers pressing against her skin like she was trying to stave off a headache.

"How are you involved with the William family?" she asked, her voice tight.

Liam frowned. "What do you mean? I just told you, she’s my friend and she needed help."

Elena dropped her hand from her temple and looked at him like he’d just told her he’d accidentally walked into a minefield without realizing it.

"The Williams are one of the seven top families," She paused, then added, "And you’re telling me you’re involved in their family war?"

Liam’s stomach dropped.

’One of the seven top families?’

Liam thought back to every interaction he’d had with Tasha, and the weight of his mistakes hit him all at once.

He had treated her like a toy.

He’d cum into her mouth more times than he could count and had even forced her to crawl naked on all fours through the park, treating her like nothing more than a slave for his own amusement.

His hands clenched into fists on his lap as the terrifying reality set in.

’She could’ve had me disappear with a phone call.’

He had been degrading a someone from one of the most powerful families in the city as if she were just some random girl.

He looked up at Elena again, his voice tight when he spoke. "So I’m guessing that means you can’t help me?"

Elena stared at him for a long moment before responding.

"I can’t get directly involved," she said slowly. "Not because I don’t want to, but because of my family." She paused, then leaned forward slightly, her hazel eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made it hard to look away. "But I can’t lose you either."

Liam’s breath hitched slightly at that last part.

"I can help you another way," Elena continued, her voice softer now but still firm.

"How?" Liam asked immediately.

Elena’s lips curved into a slow smile, one that was equal parts calculated and predatory.

She leaned back against the seat again and crossed her arms loosely over her chest as she looked him over from head to toe.

"That depends entirely on you," she said smoothly.

Liam frowned. "How’s that?"

Elena’s smile widened further. She leaned forward and tapped twice on the glass partition separating them from the driver.

Her voice carried through the small speaker embedded in the partition~ "Take a walk."

The driver nodded once without turning around, opened his door, and stepped out onto the street without a word.

The door closed with a soft thud, and his footsteps faded into the distance until there was nothing but silence inside the car.

Liam frowned as he watched the driver disappear down the street. "Why did you just—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Elena moved.

She slid across the seat and straddled his lap, her knees pressing into the leather on either side of him.

The movement pulled her leather skirt high up her waist, revealing her bare thighs and thin black lace panties.

Her cream blouse draped open, showing the deep, soft curve of her boobs as she leaned in. Liam’s hands instinctively drop on the firm, heavy weight of her ass.

"Get ready," she whispered.

’This woman is fucking insane.’

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Tasha let out a low groan as a sharp cramp twisted in her gut like a knife. She couldn’t sit still any longer, the discomfort making every position unbearable.

Stripping off her clothes, she watched her reflection in the mirror.

Her heavy, rounded breasts swayed with every movement as she stepped into the shower.

She let the hot water spray over her, trying to numb the ache in her lower back.

After a few minutes, she stepped out, skin glistening and damp, and dried off quickly.

She padded toward Liam’s wardrobe on bare feet, her body completely naked and glowing under the dim room lights.

She pulled out a faded black T-shirt and slid it over her head.

The soft fabric draped over her, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh, while the full, firm weight of her boob pushed against the cotton, her nipples visible through the thin material.

She didn’t bother with underwear.

Tasha sank onto the edge of Liam’s bed and grabbed her phone.

The screen was already glowing with a message from her stepmother.

Stepmom~ Where are you?

Tasha’s jaw tightened.

Tasha~How is that any of your business?

The reply took a moment

Stepmom~ I know you’re not fond of me, but your dad is in the hospital. I’m responsible for you. Stop being stubborn and tell me where you are. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Tasha sighed, her head falling back against Liam’s pillow.

She typed out his address and hit send, then tossed the phone aside.

She curled into a ball, burying her face in the pillow that smelled like him.

Another cramp ripped through her, forcing a muffled whimper from her throat.

’Where the hell is Liam?’