Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 81 - Cindy’s Move

Before Lucas could even begin to calm his thoughts, a sharp knock on the apartment door shattered the fragile silence. He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair as he dragged himself toward the door. His gut already told him who it was, and sure enough—when he swung it open, Cindy stood there, leaning against the doorframe with that signature smirk of hers.

But this time... this time, she was dressed to kill.

A black hoodie, oversized and casual, but underneath, a skin-tight skirt hugged her curves in ways that made Lucas’s brain short-circuit for a solid second. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, and the sheer black stockings clinging to her legs only emphasized how dangerously long and toned they were. She shifted her weight slightly, causing the soft fabric to press tighter against her hips, the movement so natural yet deliberately teasing.

Lucas swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. Cindy noticed, of course. She always noticed.

"Wow," she teased, tilting her head. "No ’hello’? No ’come in, Cindy, you look stunning tonight’? You’re slipping, Lucas."

Lucas blinked, forcing himself to look up at her face instead of... everywhere else. "You’re... uh. What are you wearing?"

Cindy’s smirk widened as she stepped past him into the apartment without waiting for an invitation. "Oh, this?" She did a slow, deliberate twirl, the skirt lifting just enough to hint at something more before settling back in place. "Thought I’d dress up a little. It’s a crime to waste a body like this, you know?"

Lucas shut the door, inhaling sharply through his nose. "You do realize it’s almost midnight, right?"

She plopped onto his couch, crossing her legs in a way that made the tight fabric of her skirt ride up just a little higher. "And? What, you got some curfew I should know about? Besides..." She leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm. "You seemed stressed in your messages. Figured you could use some company."

Lucas folded his arms, trying his best to keep his gaze neutral. "You mean you figured you could mess with me."

"That too," she admitted easily, flashing him a wicked grin. "But can you blame me? Your reactions are too much fun."

He exhaled, dragging a hand down his face. "You’re unbelievable."

"And you’re still staring," she pointed out, her voice dripping amusement.

Lucas immediately looked away, cursing himself internally. Cindy wasn’t just hot—she was dangerous. The kind of dangerous that made you forget how to think straight, the kind that lured you in with a smirk and wrecked you without even trying.

She leaned back, stretching her arms above her head. The hoodie lifted, revealing a sliver of bare skin above the waistband of her skirt. "So," she said, her voice casual but playful. "This stepsister of yours... she’s cute."

Lucas groaned. "Oh my God, can we not—"

"I’m just saying," Cindy continued, her lips curving upward. "She looked like the type who’d be all bossy and uptight on the surface, but behind closed doors? Bet she’s got a side to her no one expects."

Lucas glared at her, but it only made her laugh.

"Relax," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "I’m not here to talk about her. I’m here because... well." She uncrossed her legs, standing up slowly. "I was bored." She took a step closer, her eyes gleaming. "And maybe I missed teasing you."

Lucas didn’t move, but his whole body tensed as she closed the distance between them. He could smell her perfume—sweet but with an edge, just like her. The air between them was charged, and Cindy, of course, thrived on it.

Her fingers brushed against his chest lightly, and she tilted her head. "What’s wrong, Lucas? Cat got your tongue?"

Lucas clenched his jaw, resisting every instinct screaming at him to react. She was playing a game, just like she always did, and he knew better than to fall for it.

But damn, she made it difficult.

His phone buzzed on the table again, the sudden sound snapping the moment in half. Cindy glanced at it, then back at him, arching a brow.

"Better not be your stepsister again," she teased. "Wouldn’t want her to get the wrong idea."

Lucas exhaled sharply. "You are the wrong idea."

Cindy grinned. "And yet, here I am."

She tapped a manicured finger against his chest before sauntering toward the kitchen, her hips swaying just enough to make Lucas question every life decision that had led to this moment.

Yeah. He was screwed.

Cindy sauntered into the kitchen, but the moment she turned her back to Lucas, the playful smirk on her face wavered. Her heart was pounding—so loud she could hear it in her ears. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for a glass from the cupboard, pretending like she had any real reason to be in his kitchen besides hiding the sudden tightness in her chest.

What the hell is wrong with me? she thought, pressing her lips together. She had come here fully prepared, dressed the way she knew would get a reaction out of him, saying all the right things to push his buttons. And yet... now that she was here, now that she was actually doing it, she felt—

Miserable?

No, that wasn’t the right word. Scared? Maybe.

She squeezed the glass in her hand, willing her fingers to stop shaking. This wasn’t like her. Cindy wasn’t the kind of girl to get flustered over something like this. Teasing guys was second nature to her, especially guys like Lucas—awkward, too serious, way too easy to rile up.

And yet, for some reason, it felt different now. It felt real in a way that made her chest ache.

What if he stops caring?

The thought struck her like a knife, and her grip on the glass tightened.

Lucas was... well, Lucas. A degenerate. A pervert. A guy who probably did unspeakable things with his stepsister behind closed doors, for all she knew. She had seen the way Lena looked at him, the tension between them, the way Lucas never quite denied anything when she brought it up. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

And that meant he was capable of things. Things Cindy didn’t quite understand but feared all the same.

And if she wasn’t interesting enough—if she wasn’t enticing, thrilling, desirable—then wouldn’t he just forget about her?