Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 36: Let’s Do It Again
Liam sprawled on the hardwood, his chest heaving as he stared at the ceiling.
The air in the apartment was still thick, smelling of heavy sex and the strong tang of sweat.
His skin was slick, and his muscles felt like they’d been replaced by warm lead, but a primal surge of energy was still buzzing in the back of his brain.
"Let’s do it again," Liam panted.
"Huh?"
Kelly’s head snapped toward him, her hair a tangled mess across the rug.
She looked at him with genuine confusion, her eyes wide.
She was still reeling from the way he’d just dismantled her, the force of his thrusts and the sheer volume of his release had left her feeling hollowed out and sensitive.
Her late husband had been a decent man, but even in his prime, he’d been a ’one and done’ kind of lover.
The idea that this twenty-year-old was offering a third round after practically shaking the walls of her apartment was shocking.
"Miss Kelly?" Liam called out when the silence stretched too long.
A small, tired smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She looked down at his cock, which was already showing signs of stirring again, thick and heavy even in its semi-soft state.
"Let’s—"
Buzz. Buzz.
The vibration of Liam’s phone in his discarded jeans sounded like a chainsaw in the quiet room. Both of them froze, their eyes darting to the pile of denim on the floor.
’Perfect timing,’ Liam thought bitterly.
He dragged a hand over his face, wiping away a smear of sweat.
He let the phone scream for a few more seconds before the ringing finally died out. He looked back at Kelly, her pale skin still flushed a deep, rosy pink.
"So, what were you about to say, Miss Kelly?"
"I was saying... let’s—"
Buzz. Buzz.
The phone erupted again. The caller was persistent, and the spell was officially broken. Kelly let out a long, shaky sigh and shook her head, her heavy 38\text{E} breasts swaying with the movement.
"Let’s not go overboard, Liam," she said, her voice regaining a bit of that professional composure. She shifted, trying to sit up, but her legs gave a traitorous wobble. "We can always do it next time."
Liam’s heart skipped a beat. ’No fucking way she just said that.’
The words hit him harder than the sex did.
This wasn’t a one-off.
This wasn’t a mistake she was going to regret and ghost him over.
She was making plans. Even without a system prompt, he knew he’d just secured a permanent spot in the most coveted bed on campus.
"Alright, Miss Kelly. I’ll be leaving now."
Liam stood up. His legs were surprisingly steady, thanks to the system’s stamina boost and he began the unceremonious task of getting dressed. He pulled on his boxers, then his jeans, the denim feeling rough against his sensitized skin.
Miss Kelly watched him from the floor, her expression unreadable.
She couldn’t understand how he was just standing up and moving around like nothing had happened. Her legs still felt like jelly. Her whole body felt heavy, like she’d run a marathon. But Liam was already dressed, already moving toward the door like it was just another Tuesday.
’How does he do that?’ she wondered.
Liam grabbed his phone from the floor, stuffed it into his pocket without checking it, and walked to the door.
He paused with his hand on the doorknob and looked back at her one more time.
"Bye, Miss Kelly," he said.
She gave him a small nod, her lips curving into a faint smile.
He opened the door, stepped out into the hallway, and closed it quietly behind him.
Outside, the evening air was cooler now, the sun almost completely gone, leaving only a faint orange glow along the horizon. The streetlights had started to flicker on, casting long shadows across the pavement.
Liam jogged down the stairs two at a time, his footsteps echoing in the stairwell.
When he reached the ground floor and stepped outside, his phone buzzed again in his pocket.
He pulled it out and glanced at the screen.
**Elsa - 3 missed calls**
’Oh shit.’
He swiped to answer just as another call came through.
"Hello?"
"Where the fuck are you?!" Elsa’s voice exploded through the speaker, loud enough that Liam had to pull the phone away from his ear slightly.
"I’m—"
"Do you have any idea what time it is? I’ve been sitting here for over an hour waiting for your ass to get back so I can go home! The store’s closed! And I’m still here because you decided to take your sweet time delivering one fucking bag of groceries!"
Liam winced. "I’m sorry, I’ll be right there—"
"You better be! And you better pedal fast because if I’m stuck here one more minute, I’m telling the old man!"
"I’m coming, I’m coming!" Liam said quickly.
"You better be!" she snapped, and the line went dead.
’Bitch!’
Liam shoved the phone back into his pocket and climbed onto the bike.
He started pedaling.
Fast.
He biked like a madman.
The streets were a blur of orange streetlights and evening traffic.
By the time he turned onto the street where the mart was located, the sky had gone completely dark. The neon sign above the entrance glowed red and white, and the "CLOSED" sign hung in the window.
Liam parked the bike around back and jogged to the front door.
It was locked.
He knocked.
No answer.
"Elsa?" he called out.
Still nothing.
’She’s probably in the back,’ he thought.
He let himself in with his spare key, the chime of the door sounding lonely in the empty store.
He moved through the narrow hallway and pushed open the door to the employee room.
And froze.
Elsa was standing in the middle of the room, her back to him. She had just pulled her work polo over her head, and for a split second, Liam was met with the sight of her bare back and the thin, elegant straps of a bright blue bra.
Her jeans sat low on her hips, fitted snugly around her thighs and rear, the waistband of her underwear, black with a thin white stripe, just visible above the denim.
She turned around quickly from the sound of the door opening, clutching the shirt to her chest, but not before he saw the way the lace strained against her frame.
There was a heavy, awkward silence as they locked eyes. Liam took his time, his gaze lingering just a second too long on the smooth olive skin of her shoulders.
Flump!
The shirt she’d been holding hit him square in the face.
"What the fuck?!" she shouted.
Liam’s brain caught up a second too late. "I didn’t—"
"Get out!" Elsa yelled, her face bright red, her brown eyes blazing.
Liam backed out of the room, his hands still holding the shirt, and slammed the door shut behind him.
He stood in the hallway, breathing hard, the shirt still in his hands.
’Damn!’
His heart was pounding in his chest, not from exertion but from sheer adrenaline and embarrassment.
"Why would you just come in here?!" Elsa’s voice came through the door, muffled but still loud and furious.
"It’s an employee dressing room!" Liam shot back, his voice defensive. "And if you didn’t remember, I’m actually an employee here!"
Silence.
Liam stood there, staring at the closed door, his face burning.
Then her voice came again, quieter this time but still sharp.
"Not anymore. Because I’m definitely reporting you to the old man. You took way too long on that delivery, and judging by the speed you used to get there, even after you said you were exhausted, I’m guessing she was your girlfriend."
Liam’s cheeks flushed pink.
’Is Miss Kelly someone I can call my girlfriend?’
