Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 44: Red Room 1 [+R18]

The staircase groaned under their weight as Elena led him away from the jazz and clinking crystal of the ballroom.

As they reached the upper landing, the atmosphere shifted instantly.

The air here was thicker, warmer, and carried a heavy, cloying scent of sandalwood mixed with the sharp metallic tang of expensive gin.

Liam’s eyes widened. This wasn’t a hallway; it was a labyrinth of velvet curtains and dim, red-filtered lighting.

"Holy..." Liam breathed, his voice catching.

He passed a sign, polished brass with elegant cursive that read: The Sanctuary: Exploration Encouraged.

To his left, a worker in a white mask and a black vest stood perfectly still beside a heavy oak door, holding a tray with silk blindfolds and small, glass vials of lubricant.

Further down, he saw a woman arched over a leather chaise longue, her partner’s trusting into her, while three other people in orange wristbands stood a few feet away, watching with clinical intensity.

’Okay, so definitely NOT a game room,’ Liam thought, his heart pounding so hard he could hear it. Like, I was thinking maybe a pool table, a intense poker table, whatever. Not... this. This is literally something out of those ancient Roman movies they make us watch in World History.’

Elena stopped and turned to him, catching the way his jaw had practically unhinged.

A playful glint sparked in her hazel eyes.

"Let me guess," she whispered, leaning close enough that her hair brushed his shoulder. "You actually thought this was going to be a room for games? Like... actual games?"

Liam felt his face turn a shade of red that matched the hallway lights. ’She totally caught me. Hook, line, and sinker.’

"I... yeah," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

Elena let out a low, melodic laugh.

"Don’t be scared, Liam. I’m not going to throw you to the wolves. If you’re feeling uncomfortable, we can turn right around and go back to the bar. I won’t think any less of you."

Liam looked at the gold band on her wrist, then at the way the green silk of her dress strained against her curves.

The fear was there, but the curiosity and the sheer adrenaline of being near a rich and gorgeous woman like her was winning.

"No," Liam said, squaring his shoulders. "I’m fine. Let’s keep going."

Almost on cue, a tall man in a tuxedo stepped out from behind a velvet drape. He bowed slightly to Elena. "Ms. Ashford, your private suite is ready. The Lotus Room."

He gestured toward a doorway draped in heavy, dark fabric. As they walked toward it, Liam’s mind flashed back to the System’s bio. One of the seven wealthiest families.

’Rich people don’t just have like, nice cars and pools. They have their own rooms. Here. They just... casually own rooms at a place like this.’

They entered the suite.

It wasn’t a room so much as a luxury tent within a room.

The floor was covered in plush, white faux-fur rugs, and a massive circular bed sat in the center, draped in emerald green sheets.

The worker bowed and vanished, pulling the heavy curtain shut behind them.

Elena didn’t hesitate.

She walked to the bed and sat down, crossing one long, silk-stockinged leg over the other.

The movement caused her dress to ride up, exposing a tantalizing amount of her pale, toned thigh.

She picked up a pre-poured glass of red wine from the nightstand and took a slow, measured sip.

Liam stayed rooted to the spot near the entrance.

He was terrified.

This woman could have him erased from the campus records with a phone call if he stepped out of line. Plus, the "house rules" about consent were ringing in his ears. One wrong move and the guys in the white masks would probably toss him out the front door.

Elena lowered her glass, her gaze roaming over him. "You can come sit with me, Liam. You aren’t a statue, and I don’t bite... unless I’m asked to."

Liam nodded stiffly and walked over, sinking onto the edge of the bed. It was softer than he expected.

He sat close enough to feel the heat radiating off her, his eyes involuntarily darting down to the deep V of her neckline.

Her breasts were huge, pushed up by the structure of the dress so they looked like two perfect, heavy globes of blowing balls.

’Okay so I’m still worked up from Sofia now I am sitting next to a literal heiress, and her tits are right there. I could reach out and... no, stay calm. Don’t die today.’

Elena caught him staring and giggled, the sound rich and throaty. "Do you want to touch them?"

Liam stammered, his heart skipping a beat. "I—I thought we weren’t allowed to touch without a whole process? The host said... I thought most people just observe?"

She laughed again, setting her wine down.

"You’re not completely wrong. Observation is the baseline. It’s much stricter for the Orange bands—they’re strictly spectators. But I’m wearing Gold, Liam. And you’re with me."

"I mean—I know the rules. That question just sounded like a trap or something and my brain decided to blurt out the dumbest possible response instead of just saying yes."

"Thanks for clarifying," Liam said, trying to find his voice. "I just don’t want to be a bother or break any rules."

"Trust me," Elena said, her voice dropping an octave. "You aren’t a bother. I’m actually into this... the nerves, the honesty. It’s a nice change of pace."

"Really?"

"Yes," she said, leaning in until he could smell the wine on her breath. "And my offer still stands. If you want to."

Liam took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out. He moved slowly, his palms hovering for a second before finally making contact.

The silk of her dress was cool, but the flesh beneath was incredibly warm and soft. He let his fingers spread, barely cupping the heavy weight of her breasts.

Suddenly, the curtain pushed open.

"Elena?"

Liam jerked his hands back like he’d been burned. It was the host from downstairs. He stood there with a glass of wine, looking entirely too comfortable.

’What is it with these people and wine?’ Liam thought irritably, his adrenaline spiking.

"Bill," Elena said, her voice perfectly level, though her eyes narrowed. "Is there a problem?"

"Not at all," Bill replied, his eyes roaming over Liam with a condescending glint. "I heard you had graced the playroom. I was wondering if I might... observe? If you don’t mind, of course. You know I’ve always enjoyed watching your... technique."

Elena didn’t even look at Liam. She kept her gaze fixed on the older man. "No. Not today, Bill."

The rejection was sharp. Bill froze for a fraction of a second, his polite mask flickering. He quickly recovered, giving a tight, artificial smile. He looked at Liam—a look that said I will remember your face—and bowed.

"Of course. Have a nice session, you two."

He backed out, the curtain falling shut. But the air in the room felt different now.

’That guy definitely just declared war,’ Liam thought. ’I’m going to have to watch my back leaving this place.’

"Okay," Elena said, turning back to him as if the interruption had never happened. "Shall we continue?"

He nodded as he reached back out, his hands barely cupping Elena’s breasts again.

He squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh, watching her face closely for any sign of the "high" she was supposedly feeling.

To his annoyance, she barely reacted. She kept that same calm, slightly bored expression, giving only a weak, shallow breath. It felt like she was just tolerating him.

’Oh, now it’s personal’ Liam thought, a surge of irritation fueling a wide, mischievous grin. ’Let’s see you handle this.’

He focused the energy into his palms and snapped his fingers mentally. Pulse Tease.

"Ahhh!"

The moan ripped out of Elena much louder than she clearly intended. Her back arched like a bow, and her hands gripped the emerald sheets so hard the fabric strained.

She stared at Liam, her hazel eyes blown wide with shock.

Something had just hit her like lightning, straight through her chest and down to her toes.

Her legs were shaking on the bed, completely beyond her control, and heat flooded through her entire body.

She’d almost climaxed just from him touching her chest.

That shouldn’t have been possible. Her heart was hammering so hard she could barely think, and her legs still wouldn’t stop trembling.

Liam felt a surge of pride. ’The System definitely didn’t miss with this skill.’

He watched her breathing heavily from the shock, her chest rising and falling in rapid, uneven rhythm.

The movement held his attention completely. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping low. "Can I suck on them?"

Elena took a long moment to answer.

She looked at him with a mix of suspicion and newfound hunger. She didn’t know what he had done to her, but she was a competitor. She wasn’t going to lose her cool to some college kid.

"Sure," she said, trying to regain her bored tone, though her voice was breathy.

She reached back and unzipped her dress, letting the green silk pool around her waist.

She sat back, exposing her heavy, pale breasts. Liam leaned in and took one pink nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking hard.

"Mmmm...yesssss" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Elena let out a long, shaky moan.

It was loud enough that it nearly matched the sounds of the couple in the next room. Her mind spun in confusion and shock.

Everything felt brand new, the intensity, the loss of control, the rawness of it. It was like experiencing sex for the first time all over again.

After a few minutes of Liam’s relentless attention, she reached down and pushed his head back gently. She was panting, her chest heaving.

"Enough with the foreplay," Elena said, her eyes flashing with a challenge. "Let’s get down to business. If you’re okay with that."

She had spent years breaking men with her technique. She was a pro at this, and she wasn’t about to let Liam walk away thinking he was the one in control.

"Liam," Elena said, her voice soft but strained as she looked down at him. "Lay back for me. I want to try something."

Liam stood up and made quick work of his clothes.

When he unbuckled his slacks and pushed them down, his shaft shot out like a jack-in-the-box.

Elena’s eyes dropped, and for a split second, her "winner" mask slipped.

She had seen a lot of men, but what Liam was carrying was a serious problem for her game plan. This wasn’t going to be an easy win.

Liam lay back on the bed, his heart thumping as his cock pointed straight at the ceiling.

Elena crawled onto the bed, moving like a cat.

As she moved over him, Liam saw a little drop of wetness drip onto her inner thigh.

She hovered over him, the light hitting her in a way that made her look like a dangerous angel.

Above her head

[100/100]

His shaft twisted in anticipation like he had a life of it’s own.

"I’m going down," she whispered. "Ready?"