My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives-Chapter 108: Blowjob In Car Park

Initially, Damian had considered staying indoors until their flight on Wednesday, but after everything that had happened, the last place he wanted to be was home, listening to his wives linger outside his door without the courage to step in. Deep down, he was not angry. Disappointment sat heavier in his chest than any form of rage ever could.

He walked out of the building with Clara trailing closely behind, while his wives followed at a slower pace. Despite the weight pressing on his mind, Damian carried himself with ease, polite as ever, smiling as though nothing had shifted.

Reaching his car, he pulled the door open smoothly before turning back to them.

"Later." He gave a dry wave before stepping in and shutting the door behind him.

"See you guys later tonight!" Clara added with a bright smile, waving cheerfully as his wives returned the gesture. Damian remained silent, waiting in the car.

The moment Clara slipped into the passenger seat, he pulled away from the driveway without hesitation, the engine roaring softly as the distance between them and the house grew.

Clara alternated between watching him drive and staring out at the passing scenery, her usual thoughtful gaze settling in. It was a look he had come to understand.

Damian chuckled under his breath. Clara had a strange habit of asking for permission without ever speaking. She would simply stare, waiting. If he acknowledged it, she would ask. If he ignored her, she would remain silent.

It was odd, but he found it endearing. Convenient too, since it gave him control over which conversations he wanted to entertain.

"Spit it out..." he said with a light chuckle.

Clara’s smile blossomed instantly.

"Why are you working?" she asked without hesitation.

"You’re a partner. You don’t have to come in until after the vacation. You have a big home and a stunning family. If I were you, I’d stay at home most days!"

Damian smiled faintly at her honesty.

"Now that you know what my life looks like, do you think I’m working for money?" he asked.

Clara shook her head immediately, leaning in slightly as the question that had been bothering her finally surfaced.

"Why exactly do you work in a law firm if you’re already wealthy?"

For a brief moment, Damian considered answering truthfully. Power. Control. Influence. But those words would only paint him in a way he had no interest in showing.

He glanced at her, then returned his focus to the road with a small shrug.

"I’m still trying to figure that out."

Clara tilted her head, her eyes bright with thought.

"Or maybe you’re just doing it for the love of the game."

That caught his attention.

"What?" he muttered, his head turning slightly toward her.

"Think about it," she continued, her voice steady with quiet confidence. "You’re amazing at what you do. Whenever you’re in court, you look like a completely different person. You remind me of those chess masters who can see several moves ahead and counter everything perfectly."

She paused briefly before finishing.

"If you’re that good, then you must enjoy it... at least a little."

Damian fell silent.

Her words settled deep within him, forcing him to confront something he had not fully acknowledged. Protecting his wives had been his initial drive, but somewhere along the way, something else had taken root.

Curiosity.

The thrill of control. The satisfaction of outmaneuvering others. The quiet pleasure of shaping outcomes.

’Honestly... these days, I’ve been driven more by curiosity,’ he admitted inwardly.

A faint smile crossed his lips as he nodded.

"You could say that... yeah. You’re quite right."

Clara’s face lit up instantly, her excitement barely contained. The fact that she could understand him meant more than she realized.

"So how far are you aiming for?" she asked eagerly.

Damian hesitated for a moment, a small smile playing on his lips as he made a slow turn.

"Presidency."

Clara jolted in her seat, both hands flying to her mouth as her eyes widened dramatically.

"What... you don’t think I can do it?" he asked with amusement.

"Of course you can!" she rushed out. "You have the intelligence, the cunning, and most importantly, the charisma to move people. Who wouldn’t want a young, handsome president?"

Damian laughed, the sound genuine.

Her emphasis did not escape him. Charisma. The ability to move people.

From villages to empires, from kingdoms to nations, humanity had always followed those who could command hearts and minds.

Life revolved around influence.

And now, understanding authority as Racheal had explained it, he saw it even clearer.

’As a god, I’ll simply be doing what every great man has done... just on a much larger scale.’

His gaze sharpened slightly with quiet resolve.

The rest of the drive passed easily, filled with laughter as they drifted from one topic to another. With Clara, the suffocating weight he felt at home faded. Around her, he could breathe.

Thirty minutes later, they pulled into the dim underground parking lot reserved for staff. The engine went quiet as the car came to a stop.

Damian unlocked the doors and reached for the handle, but before he could step out, Clara leaned across him and pressed the lock again.

Her upper body hovered into his space, her face inches from his. Their breaths brushed against each other, warm and unsteady.

For a brief moment, they simply stared.

Then Clara leaned in.

Damian turned his face away and shook his head.

"Not here."

The shift was immediate. Her expression fell, disappointment flickering in her eyes as she slowly pulled back into her seat.

A trace of guilt stirred within him. He had not touched her the previous night, even after staying with her until she slept, and now this.

His desire had dulled after everything that happened. It was not gone, just... distant.

He exhaled quietly and leaned back into his seat.

"I’ll let you taste me now," he said softly, reaching over to gently caress her hair. "I’ll take care of you properly later today in the office, alright?"

Clara’s face lit up instantly, her earlier disappointment melting away as if it had never been there.

Without hesitation Clara shifted in the passenger seat, her hand sliding over to rest on his thigh, fingers tracing slow circles up toward his crotch.

She leaned closer, her breath warm against his jeans as she unbuckled his belt. The zipper rasped down, and she tugged his pants open, freeing his cock from the confines of his boxers.

It sprang out, the thick shaft veined and pulsing slightly. Clara wrapped her fingers around the base, squeezing firmly as she stroked upward, feeling it swell and harden fully in her grip.

Without a word, she dipped her head down, her lips parting to take the head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that had gathered there. She sucked gently at first, hollowing her cheeks to create a tight seal, then slid her mouth lower, taking more of him in. The warmth of her mouth enveloped him inch by inch, her saliva coating the length as she bobbed her head slowly.

Damian’s hand left the wheel for a moment to tangle in her hair, not pushing but guiding, his fingers threading through the strands. Clara hummed with him in her, the vibration sending a jolt straight to his balls, making them tighten.

She picked up the pace, her hand twisting at the base in rhythm with her mouth, pumping what she couldn’t yet swallow. Her lips stretched around his girth, saliva dripping down the shaft and onto her fingers, making everything slick and messy. She pulled back briefly, her tongue flicking along the underside from balls to tip, tracing the thick vein that throbbed there. Then she dove back down, taking him deeper, the head bumping against the back of her throat.

Gagging slightly but not stopping, Clara relaxed her jaw and pushed further, her nose brushing his pubic hair as she deep-throated him. The sensation was intense. It felt like her throat constricting around him, milking the length with each swallow. Damian’s hips bucked involuntarily, but he remained silent and just watched her.

Clara’s head moved faster now, slurping sounds filling the car as she sucked hard, her tongue pressing flat against the underside while she hollowed her cheeks again. She fondled his balls with her free hand, rolling them gently, feeling them draw up tight as his climax built. Drool escaped the corners of her mouth, trailing down her chin and onto her shirt, but she didn’t care, her focus was on him, on drawing out every twitch and throb.

Damian’s breathing grew ragged, his knuckles white on the wheel. Taking this as a warning, Clara responded by sucking even harder, her mouth a relentless vacuum, bobbing rapidly now, her hand stroking in tandem. She could feel his cock swelling further, the veins pulsing against her tongue.

With a low moan, Damian came, his body tensing as hot spurts of cum flooded her mouth. The first jet hit the back of her throat, followed by more pulses that she caught eagerly. Clara swallowed around him, the muscles in her throat working to take it all down, not spilling a drop. Her lips stayed sealed tight until he was spent, his cock twitching softly in her mouth as the last dribbles coated her tongue.

Clara pulled off slowly, licking him clean with one final swipe of her tongue, then tucked him back into his pants with a satisfied smirk. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, leaning back in her seat as if nothing had happened, while Damian exhaled hard.

"Thank you." Clara smiled shyly.