Lust System: Conquering the World Beauties-Chapter 102 Three Days Trip

Liam yawned as his eyes slowly blinked open, the morning light slipping through the blinds and falling across his face. His muscles ached with a delicious exhaustion that reminded him exactly why he felt so drained—last night had been wild. He and Ann didn’t stop. They went from kisses to moans to pure passion until their bodies gave out and they collapsed into sleep, tangled in each other’s warmth.

He let out a small groan and sat up slightly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The sheets were crumpled and the scent of her still lingered—sweet, tempting, unforgettable. Glancing at the clock, his eyes widened. It was already 7 AM.

"Shit..." he muttered under his breath. He’d nearly forgotten—Lilith had told him they’d be meeting the higher ups today.

He looked around the quiet room. Ann had been up early; she’d gotten a call before dawn and left in a rush. She was going to be away for a few days, and that worked out perfectly. No one would be asking where he was. He had time—just enough.

Dragging himself to the bathroom, Liam took a quick, refreshing shower. The cold water helped wake him fully, washing away the remnants of sleep and last night’s intensity. He stepped out, dried off, and picked out a casual outfit: faded jeans, a round-neck black shirt, and a pair of clean sneakers. Nothing too flashy. He didn’t think much of the meeting. It sounded like more of a formal sit-down—Lilith probably had it all under control anyway.

By the time he left the house and got into the car, the sun had already started rising higher into the sky. The roads were quiet, save for a few early risers and morning commuters. His mind drifted back to Ann for a moment, a small smirk forming on his lips at the memory of her soft moans and how tightly she’d clung to him. But he shook it off. Today wasn’t about that.

He pulled up in front of Lilith’s towering building, parked, and walked toward the entrance. His steps were slow, still groggy, but focused. The elevator ride was quiet as usual, and when it stopped at the top, the doors opened to the familiar elegance of Lilith’s penthouse.

But instead of being greeted by just Lilith, Liam froze.

There were two women standing there—Lilith, as radiant and powerful as ever, and beside her... Ella.

He didn’t expect to see her. His mind immediately flashed back to the last time he tried to meet her, only to be turned away coldly by her guards. That moment had stuck with him more than he cared to admit.

Before he could speak, Lilith stepped forward.

"She asked to meet you, Liam," she said calmly, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Ella told me what happened. It was all a misunderstanding."

Ella took a step forward as well, her expression genuine. She looked as beautiful as ever—tall, confident, and poised, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and her deep red dress hugging her curves. But there was a softness in her eyes now.

"I told my guards you were coming that day," she said, her voice gentle. "They acted on their own. I didn’t know until after. I’m sorry."

Liam was silent for a moment, then gave her a warm smile, one that made her relax visibly.

"It’s alright," he said, shrugging. "Forget it."

Ella blinked. She’d expected it to take more effort, more convincing. But the smile on his face reassured her. He wasn’t holding it against her. He’d already let it go.

Just then, Liam’s eyes drifted to the small table near the sofa. A glass sat there, half-full with a deep amber liquid. His throat felt dry—he reached out, grabbed the glass, and without thinking, took a sip.

Instant regret.

His face twisted in horror, his eyes squinting as the fiery liquid slid down his throat. His entire body reacted violently to the strength of the alcohol.

"What the hell—" he started to cough, but stopped mid-way as Lilith narrowed her eyes at him.

"I swear," she said, "if you spit it out, I will carve your heart out."

Her tone was deadly serious, even though a ghost of a smirk played at the corner of her lips.

Liam, caught between survival and manners, swallowed it forcefully, his face still contorted from the burn in his chest. "What the fuck is this?" he choked out. "Who the fuck drinks this kind of shit in the morning?"

Lilith gave him an amused look, sitting back on the couch with one leg crossed over the other. "It’s an acquired taste."

"Acquired by who, demons?" Liam muttered under his breath, causing Ella to giggle.

Lilith’s amusement didn’t last long though. Her expression became more serious.

"Get comfortable," she said. "We don’t have much time before we go."

Liam sighed and slumped into the nearest armchair, shaking his head at the taste still lingering in his mouth. This was going to be a long day.

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"Also..." Lilith said suddenly, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Liam, why the fuck do you look like shit?"

Liam, who had just taken a large gulp of water to try and kill the fiery taste of that unholy drink, nearly choked on it. He furrowed his brows, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

He opened his mouth to reply, but she didn’t let him.

"And what the fuck are you two wearing?" she added sharply, her eyes scanning both Liam’s lazy attire and Ella’s home-styled red dress like she was staring at a pair of children who’d gotten lost in a fashion show.

This time, the question landed on both of them.

Ella, who had been quietly sipping from her own drink with her usual graceful poise, simply sighed. Without a word, she turned toward a luxury bag sitting on the far end of the room, unzipped it, and pulled out a new black gown—sleek, classy, obviously designer. It shimmered even under the soft lighting of the penthouse. One look and Liam knew that thing was probably more expensive than his entire house.

He didn’t even bother to ask. The price would make his stomach turn. Nope, not today.

But then something clicked in Liam’s mind. His eyes widened slightly as he pointed in Ella’s direction.

"Wait... she’s coming with us?"

Lilith nodded casually as she grabbed a file from the table. "Yes. And we’ll be gone for three days."

"Three—" Liam’s mouth opened, then closed. He blinked. "Three days?"

"Problem?" Lilith asked without looking up, though her tone made it clear she dared him to say yes.

He shook his head. "No. None." Honestly, he had nothing going on. Ann was going to be away for a few days, and the last 24 hours had already been a whirlwind. What was three more days?

But something else had been buzzing in the back of his head ever since he woke up. His system. The timer had passed. The twenty-four-hour reward window had hit its mark, and now his notifications were piling up like unopened birthday presents.

A small grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Later, he told himself. Check it later when there’s time.

He leaned back into the velvet armchair, arms crossed, eyes fluttering shut. Maybe he could catch a bit more sleep before they left. It wasn’t like they were heading out right that second.

Except—

"Liam. What the fuck are you doing?" Lilith’s voice cut sharply again, filled with irritation.

He didn’t answer. His breathing had slowed. He was already dozing off, eyes closed, chest rising and falling gently.

Ella chuckled quietly behind her hand.

Lilith stared at him for a second, clearly unimpressed. "This fucking guy," she muttered.

Rolling her eyes, she grabbed her phone and opened her luxury shopping app without a second thought. A few swipes, a few taps, and she had ordered him a complete outfit—fitted black trousers, a sleek white shirt, and a charcoal-grey blazer. She added a matching pair of Italian leather shoes, then tossed the phone aside.

By the time the clothes arrived, both Lilith and Ella were already dressed. Lilith was a vision of lethal beauty. She wore a stunning black suit, her blazer hugging her hourglass figure, her high heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Ella, in her new black gown, looked breathtaking—elegant and seductive, every inch a woman of power and poise.

Liam, on the other hand, was still asleep.

Lilith walked up to him slowly, the click of her heels the only sound in the room. She stopped in front of the chair, stared down at him for a moment, then—without warning—kicked him with the point of her heel right in the side.

Liam jerked up with a groan, his eyes flying open as he flinched from the jab.

"What the hell?" he muttered, rubbing his ribs. "There’s no peace for me in this world..."

Lilith folded her arms, not looking the least bit sorry. "Get up. Get dressed. We’re leaving in twenty minutes."

Liam sat up, rubbing his face, then blinked when he saw the neatly folded clothes placed beside him.

"These... for me?"

"No, they’re for your imaginary twin," Lilith replied dryly.

Liam groaned again, grabbed the clothes, and dragged himself toward the dressing room to change, still mumbling curses under his breath. Ella watched the scene unfold with quiet amusement, her lips curled into the faintest smile.

The trip hadn’t even started yet, and already it was a mess—but somehow, it was the kind of mess that made sense in Liam’s chaotic world.