Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 108: What’s Wrong With Me!

Tasha sat on the edge of the couch, her phone clutched in her hand.

She checked the screen for what felt like the hundredth time in the last hour.

No new messages. No missed calls.

Nothing. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

She let out a frustrated breath and tossed the phone onto the cushion beside her, then immediately picked it back up again.

’Where is he?’

Liam had left this morning. Early. Without saying much, just that he had to go check the location in the red envelope that woman had given him. She hadn’t pushed for details because, honestly, it wasn’t really her business.

They were roommates. Kind of, She was staying here because she needed to hide from her uncle, and Liam was helping her out

But now the sun was setting, and he still wasn’t home.

Tasha unlocked her phone again and stared at the empty screen.

No notifications.

She opened their text thread and looked at the last message she’d sent him hours ago.

*Tasha~ You good?*

He’d read it but hadn’t responded.

She bit her lip, her thumb hovering over the keyboard like she was about to type something else, then locked the phone again and set it down.

’Stop being clingy. He’s fine. He’s probably just busy.’

But her mind kept wandering to places she didn’t want it to go.

With that woman.

Elena.

The gorgeous woman who had shown up at the apartment yesterday like she owned the place.

The one with the perfect face and perfect body and that confidence that made Tasha feel small just by being in the same room.

The one who had caught her.

Tasha’s face burned at the memory.

She had never felt so humiliated in her life.

And now Liam had been gone all day.

’Maybe he’s still with her. Maybe they’re together right now.’

The thought made her chest tighten.

’Maybe they’re having sex.’

Tasha squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, trying to push the image away.

But it was too late. Her brain had already started filling in the details.

Elena’s hands on Liam’s body.

Her lips on his. Her perfect curves pressed against him while she moaned his name.

’Stop it. Stop thinking about it.’

But she couldn’t.

And worse than that... she was getting wet.

Tasha pressed her thighs together, her breathing coming a little faster now.

’It’s not like I care,’ she told herself firmly. ’Why would I care? He can do whatever he wants. It’s none of my business.’

But her heart ached at the thought of him with someone else.

Her heart *ached*.

’Am I crazy? Why am I getting turned on thinking about this?’

She shifted on the couch, her body reacting in ways her mind was desperately trying to deny.

’I don’t like him. I can’t. I’m just staying at his place. He’s helping me hide from my uncle. That’s all this is.’

But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn’t true.

Tasha’s hand drifted down without her even realizing it, sliding under the hem of her t-shirt

’No. Don’t do this again.’

But her body wasn’t listening anymore.

Her fingers found the heat between her legs, and she gasped softly at how wet she already was.

’This is so stupid.’

But she didn’t stop.

She closed her eyes and leaned back against the couch, her hand moving slowly at first, teasing herself.

She thought about Liam.

About the way his voice sounded when he was tired.

The way his muscles flexed when he moved.

The way he smiled at her sometimes like she was the only person in the room.

Her fingers moved faster.

"Liam," she whispered.

She bit her lip, her hips shifting slightly as the pleasure built.

’I shouldn’t be doing this. Not again. Not after what happened last time.’

But she couldn’t stop.

Her fingers circled her clit, sending waves of sensation through her body that made her toes curl.

She imagined him here with her. Imagined his hands instead of hers. His mouth. His body.

"Liam," she said again, a little louder this time.

Her breathing was ragged now, her chest rising and falling quickly as her hand worked between her legs.

She was soaking wet, her fingers slipping easily through the slickness as she touched herself harder, faster.

The shame was there, somewhere in the back of her mind, but it was drowned out by the need building inside her.

"Oh god, Liam."

She spread her legs wider, giving herself more access as her fingers moved in quick, desperate circles.

She thought about him touching her like this.

About him pushing her back against the couch and pulling her clothes off.

About him whispering her name the way she was whispering his.

Her free hand slid under her shirt and found her breast, squeezing it roughly as she imagined it was him doing it.

"Liam... fuck..."

She was getting close now.

The pleasure was building to a peak that she couldn’t hold back anymore.

Her hips bucked against her hand, chasing the release that was right there, just out of reach.

"Please," she gasped, not even sure what she was asking for anymore.

Her fingers moved faster, harder, the wet sounds filling the quiet apartment as she worked herself closer and closer to the edge.

And then she was there.

"Liam!" she cried out as the orgasm hit her hard and fast.

Her whole body tensed, her back arching off the couch as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

She kept saying his name, over and over.

"Liam... Liam... oh god, Liam..."

Her fingers slowed as the orgasm finally started to fade, leaving her breathless and trembling on the couch.

She pulled her hand out of her sweatpants and stared at the ceiling, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

The shame came rushing back now that the pleasure was gone.

’What is wrong with me?’

She covered her face with both hands and let out a shaky laugh that sounded more like a sob.

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*Knock!*

*Knock!*

*Knock!*

Liam stood outside his apartment door, holding the greasy paper bag in one hand.

Inside the bag were four hot dogs, all loaded with everything.

He’d knocked a moment ago, but Tasha hadn’t opened the door yet.

From inside, he could hear sounds. Movement. Quick, hurried footsteps. Something that might have been a gasp or a sharp intake of breath. Then what sounded like something being knocked over, followed by a muffled curse.

’What the hell is she doing in there?’

Liam waited, shifting the paper bag to his other hand.

More sounds came from inside. Rustling. The soft thud of something hitting the floor.

He considered knocking again, but decided against it.

Instead, he reached into the paper bag and pulled out one of the hot dogs. He unwrapped it halfway, the foil crinkling softly in his hands.

He brought it to his mouth and took a big bite.

The taste hit him immediately. Warm bun. Perfectly grilled meat. The sharp tang of mustard and ketchup mixing with the sweetness of relish and the bite of onions.

’Finally,’ he thought, chewing slowly. ’So damn good.’

He took another bite, this one even bigger than the first, and leaned against the hallway wall while he chewed.

A few more seconds passed before he heard the lock click.

The door opened, and Tasha stood there looking flushed and breathless.

Her hair was a mess, her face was red, and she looked like she’d just run a marathon.

Liam stood there with the hot dog in his hand, still chewing.

He swallowed and gestured toward her with what was left of it. "What took you so long?"

"I was just..." Tasha started, her face turning even redder. She looked everywhere except at him. "I was... um..."

Liam didn’t wait for her to finish. He pushed past her into the apartment, still eating.

"Doesn’t matter," he said, heading straight for the small kitchen area. "Brought food."

Tasha closed the door behind him, her hands shaking slightly as she locked it. She followed him slowly, her steps hesitant and awkward.

Liam set the paper bag down on the counter and pulled out the remaining hot dogs one by one, lining them up neatly.

"Got us hot dogs from that spot a few blocks over," he said, finishing off his first one and wiping his hands on his jeans. "Figured you hadn’t eaten either."

Tasha stared at the hot dogs on the counter, wringing her hands together nervously. She opened her mouth like she was going to say something, then closed it again.

"So... um..." Tasha’s voice came out shaky. "How was your day?"

Liam grabbed another hot dog and started unwrapping it. "Long. Really long."

"Oh." Tasha shifted her weight from one foot to the other, still not looking directly at him. "What... what did you do?"

"Elena picked me up this morning."

Tasha’s entire body went rigid at the mention of Elena’s name. Her face somehow got even redder.

"She took me to some lake house she owns outside the city," Liam continued, taking a bite.

"A lake house?" Tasha’s voice cracked slightly. She cleared her throat. "That’s... um... was it nice?"

"Yeah. Big place. Good view."

"And you were there... all day?" Tasha asked, her voice barely above a whisper now. Her hands were fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

"Few hours."

"Few hours," Tasha repeated, like she was trying to process the information. "Just... the two of you?"

Liam looked at her, noticing how stiff she was. How she kept shifting around like she couldn’t get comfortable.

"Yeah," he said slowly. "Why?"

"No reason!" Tasha said quickly, her voice going up an octave. "I was just... curious. That’s all. Just curious."

"Right."

Liam finished the second hot dog and tossed the foil in the trash.

He glanced at Tasha again. She still hadn’t touched the food. Just stood there looking like she wanted to disappear into the floor.

He stared at her for a moment, really taking in how weird she was acting.

"Are you sure you’re okay?" he asked, his tone more direct now. "I just mentioned Elena’s name and you’re not rushing to my bed right now to ignore me?"

Tasha’s face went from red to almost purple.

"Maybe I just don’t care about your love life as much as you think I do," she shot back, her voice cracking slightly despite the attempt at confidence.

Liam raised an eyebrow. "Right. That’s why you’re standing there looking like you’re about to explode."

"I’m not—" Tasha started, then stopped herself. "I’m just tired, okay?"

"Alright."

Liam turned to grab another hot dog when he continued.

"I think you do, that you can’t stop thinking about me," Liam teased, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

Her entire face went from purple to what looked like it might burst into flames.

"I’m going to bed," Tasha blurted out suddenly.

Liam looked at her, confused. "It’s not even that late."

"I’m tired," Tasha said, her voice cracking as she backed toward the bed. "Really, really tired. Good night."

"Tasha..."

"Good night, Liam!" she practically shouted, diving onto the bed and pulling the blanket over herself in one swift motion.

She turned to face the wall, her entire body rigid beneath the blanket. Even from where Liam was standing, he could see she was trembling slightly.

Liam stood there in the kitchen, staring at her.

"The hell was that about?" he muttered to himself.

He grabbed the last hot dog from the counter and walked over to the couch.

He dropped onto it and leaned back, chewing slowly as his mind started to wander.

Today had been a lot.

Liam had seen the crime scene—what that killer had done to those guys.

At first, he’d planned on using numbers and his ability to take the man down.

But judging by what he’d heard from Tim, anyone normal would be dead before they got close.

The only good thing was that he wasn’t normal. Still, he needed to be stronger.

The skills he had now wouldn’t be enough to win a battle like that, not from what he’d seen.

And the system had a way of giving him random skills, which made planning difficult.

First, he needed to focus on what he could control right now.

He picked up his phone and texted for a while, replied to the messages.

This went on for five minutes.

Then he set the phone down on the small table next to the couch.

He finished the last bite of his hot dog and crumpled up the foil, tossing it onto the table.

His body felt heavy. Exhausted in a way that went beyond just being physically tired.

The cushion felt slightly off beneath him.

Damp.

Liam frowned and shifted slightly, pressing his hand against the spot where he was sitting.

Definitely wet.

’What did she pour here?’ he thought.

He moved to the very edge of the couch, positioning himself so he wasn’t touching the wet spot, and laid down as best he could in the cramped space.

His eyes closed almost immediately.

Within minutes, he was out.