Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 85: Cheering Him Up 2

The door closed behind them with a soft click.

Liam barely had time to process the room before Elsa was on him.

Her lips pressed against his, warm and insistent, her hands sliding up his chest to his shoulders.

He responded immediately, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer.

She tasted like wine and something sweet, her breath hot against his mouth.

Her body pressed against his, soft and warm, her curves fitting against him in a way that made his pulse quicken.

She wore a soft cotton skirt that fell just above her knees, the fabric light and easy to move in.

His hands moved lower, sliding down her back, then cupping her ass through the thin material.

She made a small sound against his lips, something between a gasp and a moan, and pressed herself harder against him.

’God, she feels good.’

They kissed like that for a while, her hands tangling in his hair, his hands exploring her body, squeezing, kneading, pulling her hips against his.

The fabric of her skirt was soft and thin, and he could feel the warmth of her skin beneath it, the firmness of her ass beneath his palms, the way she responded to his touch with little shifts of her body, pressing closer, arching slightly.

She pulled back slightly, her breathing heavy, her lips swollen and red, her eyes dark with something that wasn’t just lust. There was intensity there, a hunger that matched his own.

"I want to show you something," she said, her voice low and breathy.

Liam raised an eyebrow, his hands still resting on her ass, giving it another firm squeeze. "Yeah? What’s that?"

Elsa grinned, stepping back slightly, her fingers trailing down his chest in a way that made his skin tingle even through his shirt. "It’s in my bag. My mom helped me bring it to my room earlier. I need to go get it. And change into it."

Liam’s grin widened. "Change into it?"

"Mhm." She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, her breath warm and teasing. "You’ll like it. Trust me."

She kissed him again, quick and heated, her tongue flicking against his bottom lip before she pulled back, her eyes locked on his with that same intense look.

"I haven’t stopped thinking about last time," she said quietly, her voice dropping to almost a whisper.

Liam’s mind flashed back immediately.

The alley.

The narrow space between two buildings, the smell of rain on concrete and the distant hum of the city around them.

The cloak ability making them completely invisible, completely silent to the outside world. No one could see them. No one could hear them.

She’d been wearing a costume that time too.

A fluffy dog costume, complete with ears and a tail, the kind that was cute and absurd and somehow incredibly hot when she wore it.

The fabric had been soft, plush, hugging her body in all the right places while the oversized hood with the floppy dog ears had given her an innocence that made everything they did feel even more wrong, even more thrilling.

He could still remember the way she’d looked at him, the way she’d sounded when she’d been pressed against the brick wall with his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet even though no one could hear them anyway.

The thrill of it had driven her wild.

Elsa’s voice dropped lower, her fingers tracing slow circles on his chest, her touch deliberate and teasing. "You opened my eyes, Liam. To new possibilities. I don’t think I can just keep doing it the same way anymore. I want more."

Liam’s throat felt dry. His voice came out rougher than he intended. "More?"

"More," she repeated, her eyes gleaming with excitement and something darker, something that made his pulse quicken. "So just... wait here. I’ll be right back."

She kissed him one more time, her lips lingering against his for a moment longer than necessary, then turned and walked out of the room, her hips swaying slightly as she moved.

The door closed softly behind her.

Liam stood there for a moment, his heart still pounding, his mind racing with images of what she might come back wearing, what she might want to do.

’She wants more... of course’

He ran a hand through his hair and let out a slow breath, trying to steady himself.

His body was still buzzing with adrenaline and anticipation, but as the seconds ticked by, the energy started to fade, replaced by something heavier.

He sat back down on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together.

The room was quiet now, the only sound the faint hum of the house settling around him, the occasional creak of floorboards somewhere down the hall.

His thoughts started to drift, the excitement of the moment giving way to the weight of everything else pressing down on him.

Kelvin’s texts.

The hospital.

The man in the chair, eyes vacant, staring at nothing.

Elena’s voice, quiet and serious. "This is what happens when you fight them and lose."

The Big 7.

’Kelvin’s never serious. Ever. If he’s being serious now, it means he found something bad.’

Liam pulled out his phone and read the messages again, the words glowing faintly on the screen.

**Kelvin:** *Found something. We need to talk. Tomorrow.*

**Kelvin:** *Seriously. It’s important.*

**Kelvin:** *Hit me up when you’re free.*

’Tomorrow. I’ll deal with it tomorrow.’

He slipped the phone back into his pocket and leaned forward, staring at the floor.

The carpet was a soft beige, clean and well-maintained, just like everything else in this house. It all looked so normal, so safe.

But Liam knew better now. He’d seen what was lurking beneath the surface of this city, the power structures that controlled everything, the people who could destroy you without ever laying a hand on you.

’At least I’m not completely alone in this. I’ve got the gang now. Shay’s people. They’re watching Tasha while I’m here. She’s safe.’

That thought should have been comforting. But it wasn’t. Not really.

Because the gang was just muscle.

They could protect Tasha from physical threats, sure.

They could stand guard, intimidate people, handle the street-level problems. But the Big 7 didn’t just use muscle.

They used money, influence, information, connections that ran deeper than any gang could reach. They broke people without ever touching them.

’Like that guy in the hospital.’

Liam’s jaw tightened, his hands clenching together.

’I need to get stronger. If they were able to do that to him, to just... shatter him like that, then I’m not strong enough yet. Not even close.’

He thought about the system, about the skills he’d unlocked, about the lust points he’d been accumulating. Breathless Step had proven useful in the fight with Shay, giving him an edge he wouldn’t have had otherwise. Point-Bound Might could end most fights before they even started.

But it wasn’t enough.

’I need more. More skills. More power. More control. I need to be able to protect myself, protect the people around me. I can’t end up like that guy in the chair.’

His throat felt dry, his thoughts heavy. He sighed, the sound escaping him like something long held in.

’I should get some water. Clear my head before Elsa comes back and drains whatever’s left of me.’

He stood and walked to the door, opening it quietly and stepping out into the hallway.

The house was silent now, everyone else already asleep.

The only light came from a lamp in the living room at the far end of the hall, casting long shadows across the walls and floor.

Liam made his way down the hallway, his footsteps soft against the hardwood floor.

The boards creaked slightly under his weight, but not enough to wake anyone.

He passed the closed doors of the other rooms, the bathroom, what looked like a home office.

He reached the kitchen and pushed open the door.

And stopped. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Someone was bent over in front of the open refrigerator, the light from inside casting a soft, cool glow over them.

It was a woman.

She wore a light pink nightgown that stopped just below her ass, the fabric sheer and delicate, almost see-through in the refrigerator light.

The material clung to her body, showing the outline of her curves, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips.

The hem had ridden up slightly as she leaned forward, showing off a pair of white lace panties that hugged her hips and the curve of her ass perfectly.

The lace was intricate, delicate, almost translucent in places.

She was leaning forward, one hand braced on the refrigerator door for balance, the other reaching inside for something on the lower shelf.

The position made the nightgown ride up even further, exposing more skin, more lace, more curve.

Her legs were long and smooth, toned but soft, the kind of legs that came from good genetics and probably yoga or pilates.

Her white hair fell over her shoulder in soft waves, catching the light from the refrigerator.

Liam’s eyes moved over her slowly, taking in every detail. The shape of her legs, the way the nightgown clung to her waist and hips, the way the lace panties stretched across her ass.

’White hair.’

His grin widened.

’This must be the surprise she wanted to show me. She must have walked down here to tease me, get me worked up before she comes back upstairs.’

He took a step forward, his hand already reaching out, anticipation building in his chest.

Time froze.

Everything stopped.

The hum of the refrigerator cut off mid-note.

The faint rustle of fabric as the woman shifted went silent.

Even the sound of her breathing disappeared.

A notification appeared in Liam’s vision, glowing faintly in the stillness, the words sharp and clear.

[Option 1: Grab her ass +7 Lust Points]

[Option 2: Just wait for her to stand up +0 Lust Points]

Liam looked at the options, his grin spreading wider across his face.

’You just read my mind.’

He selected an Option.

Time resumed.

The hum of the refrigerator came back, the faint sounds of the house returning. And Liam’s hand moved forward in one smooth motion.

His palm connected with the soft curve of her ass through the lace panties, his fingers sinking into the flesh, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric.

It was soft, firm, perfect under his grip.

He squeezed.

The woman gasped, a sharp intake of breath, her body jerking upright.

Her hand flew to the refrigerator door to steady herself, her other hand bracing against the counter.

She turned around quickly, her eyes wide, her mouth open in shock.

It wasn’t Elsa.

It was Diana.