Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 68: After Dinner Sex 4

Elsa leaned closer to Liam, her voice dropping to barely above a whisper, each word edged with panic. "What are you doing, Liam?"

Her voice cracked on his name, the sound catching in her throat like she was choking on air.

[Option 1: "What does it seem like? I’m getting a feel of your ass as a reward." +15 Lust Points]

[Option 2: "Sorry, my hand slipped." +0 Lust Points]

Liam picked an Option without hesitation.

Time snapped back into motion.

"What does it seem like?" Liam said, a wide smug grin spreading across his face as he kept his hand exactly where it was. "I’m getting a feel of your ass as a reward."

His voice was low enough that only she could hear, but the confidence in it was unmistakable.

Elsa’s entire face went red, not just her cheeks, but her neck, her ears, even the tips of her fingers seemed to flush with heat.

Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again like a fish gasping for air.

She wanted to say something.

But her parents were right there, barely three feet away, completely absorbed in their menus, oblivious to what was happening under the table.

And that realization... that Liam was doing this right in front of them, that he had the audacity to touch her like this while her mother sat across from her discussing wine pairings... sent a jolt through her body that she didn’t expect.

Her hands gripped the edge of the table so hard her knuckles turned white, and she shifted in her seat, trying to find some relief from the heat pooling low in her stomach.

But every time she moved, his hand moved with her, firm and deliberate, like he had no intention of letting go.

Diana glanced up from her menu, her brow furrowing slightly. "Elsa, sweetheart, you’re squirming."

"I’m fine, Mom," she said quickly, her voice higher than usual.

Diana smiled warmly. "Don’t worry, the food will be here soon."

Liam leaned back in his chair, his expression perfectly casual, and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Elsa. The food will be here soon." His eyes flicked to hers, and the corner of his mouth twitched with barely concealed amusement. "So just relax."

The way he said relax.

slow, deliberate, dripping with smugness... made Elsa want to kick him under the table.

But she didn’t move. She just sat there, her breathing shallow, her body tense in ways that had nothing to do with anger. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The food finally arrived about five minutes later.

Five long minutes where Liam’s hand stayed exactly where it was, squeezing, kneading, exploring every inch of her ass like he had all the time in the world.

The waiter was a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and a practiced smile... appeared beside their table carrying a tray loaded with dishes that looked like they belonged in a food magazine.

He set down plates one by one: seared salmon with a golden crust and thin slices of lemon arranged like petals, perfectly cooked steak with grill marks that looked almost too uniform to be real, roasted vegetables glazed in something that caught the candlelight and shimmered.

Everything looked expensive.

Liam stared at the food, his eyes widening slightly.

’I’ve never eaten anything that looks like this in my life.’

Liam had only seen foods like this in a cooking show.

His usual meals consisted of microwaved leftovers, cheap takeout, or whatever he could throw together in ten minutes. This was a different world entirely.

But before he could fully appreciate the spread in front of him, one thought crossed his mind.

’One last squeeze.’

He tightened his grip on Elsa’s ass, his fingers digging in harder than before, and gave it one final, firm squeeze.

"Mmmmm—"

The sound slipped out of Elsa’s mouth before she could stop it.

It wasn’t loud. It was low, breathy, barely audible over the soft classical music playing in the background.

But it was unmistakable.

Diana’s head snapped up immediately, concern flashing across her face. "What’s wrong, dear?"

Elsa’s eyes went wide, and for a split second, she looked like she might actually combust on the spot.

"It’s nothing, Mom," she said quickly, her voice strained. "Just—the food smells so nice. I can’t wait to eat."

Liam nodded, his expression perfectly innocent. "Yeah, the food does smell amazing."

Diana’s concern melted into a smile. "I’m so glad you like it. My husband and I come here a lot for our anniversaries, so we know they serve great food."

Her father, who had been quietly cutting into his steak, glanced up and nodded in agreement. "Best place in the area. You won’t be disappointed."

Liam finally released his grip, pulling his hand back and resting it casually on his own lap like nothing had happened.

Elsa exhaled slowly, her body sagging slightly in relief, though her face remained flushed.

Dinner passed in a blur of conversation and clinking silverware.

The food was as good as it looked.

The salmon was tender, the steak practically melted on Liam’s tongue, and the vegetables had some kind of glaze that tasted like honey and butter mixed together.

He ate slowly, savoring every bite, while Elsa’s parents asked more questions.

Most of them were directed at him.

Her father wanted to know more about his business, what kind of companies he worked with, what his success rate was, how he handled difficult clients.

Liam kept his answers smooth but honest where it mattered. "To be completely transparent, sir, I’m just starting out. I haven’t landed any big clients yet... mostly smaller projects. I’m still building my reputation."

Her father’s expression shifted, but not in the way Liam expected. Instead of disappointment, something almost like approval flickered across his features.

"Honest," he said, nodding slowly. "I appreciate that. Too many young people these days oversell themselves, make promises they can’t keep." He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossing over his chest. "You know what separates people who succeed from people who don’t? It’s not talent. It’s determination."

He pointed his fork at Liam for emphasis. "Determined people find a way. Non-determined people find excuses. And you sound determined."

Liam felt something shift in his chest—a strange mix of inspiration and gratitude.

"Thank you, sir. That means a lot."

Her father set down his fork and looked Liam dead in the eye. "I’d like to be your first big customer."

Liam blinked. "Sir?"

"My business. It’s small, we already have a streamline operations. But, if you’re as determined as you say you are, I want to give you a shot. Everyone needs someone to believe in them when they’re starting out."

’Damn!, definitely not expecting that.’

But outwardly, Liam just smiled. "I’d be honored, sir. I won’t let you down."

Her father nodded, satisfied. "Good."

Diana clapped her hands together lightly. "This is wonderful! I’m so glad Elsa found someone like you."

Elsa barely spoke through most of the meal. She just sat there, pushing food around her plate, occasionally glancing at Liam with an expression that was hard to read—confusion, maybe, or something else entirely.

The bill finally came, Liam reached for it before anyone else could.

Her father raised an eyebrow. "You don’t have to—"

"I insist," Liam said, pulling out his wallet. "You’ve both been so welcoming. It’s the least I can do."

Diana’s smile widened. "What a gentleman."

Liam opened the small black folder and glanced at the total.

$510.50.

His eyebrows shot up before he could stop them.

’Almost six hundred bucks for four people? Damn.’

He’d seen expensive restaurants before, but actually paying for one was a different experience entirely. For a second, he wondered if they’d accidentally charged him for the table next to them too.

But then again, it wasn’t like he couldn’t afford it.

Between his actual job and the money he’d been putting away from the system reward, his account was healthier than most people would expect. The shock wasn’t about the money itself—it was just the principle of it.

He could buy groceries for a month with this amount. Maybe even two months if he shopped smart.

Still, he kept his face neutral, pulled out his card, and handed it to the waiter without hesitation.

Elsa’s eyes widened when she caught a glimpse of the receipt. Her lips parted slightly, and she stared at Liam like he’d just performed magic.

’He just paid almost six hundred dollars for dinner without even flinching. Where the hell did he get that kind of money?’

But she didn’t say anything. Not in front of her parents.

Liam signed the receipt when it came back, slipped his card into his wallet with the casual ease of someone who’d done this before, and stood.

They all stood, exchanged pleasantries, and stepped outside into the cool night air.

Her parents’ car, a dark blue Ford edge was parked near the entrance. Her father unlocked it with a beep, and Diana gave Elsa one last hug.

"I won’t, Mom."

Her father gave Liam a firm handshake. "We’ll be in touch."

"Looking forward to it, sir."

They climbed into their dark blue Ford edge and drove off, the red taillights disappearing into the night.

Liam stood there for a moment, hands in his pockets, staring after them.

Then he heard Elsa’s voice behind him.

"Thank you."

He turned, surprised.

She was standing a few feet away, her arms crossed over her chest, her expression unreadable.

"For what?" he asked.

Liam shrugged. "I was just repaying a favor I owe you."

Elsa stared at him for a long moment, and something shifted in her expression—something softer, more vulnerable.

"You more than repaid it," she said quietly.

Liam didn’t know what to say to that, so he just nodded.

Then, after a pause, he asked, "Do you need a ride home?"

Elsa hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah. That’d be nice."

Three minutes into the drive.

Neither of them said a word at first.

Liam kept his eyes on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his mind replaying the way her ass had felt under his hand—soft, firm, perfect.

’Damn, I’ve wanted to do that since the day she helped me pick those pads for Tasha’ he thought. ’Those short five minutes got me addicted to it.’

The silence stretched on, thick and heavy, until Elsa finally broke it.

"Why did you lie to my dad about owning a business?"

Liam glanced at her, then back at the road. "I didn’t completely lie."

She turned to face him, her eyebrows raised. "What?"

"I meant it when I said I wanted to start a business," Liam said, his tone calm. "It’s always been my dream. Tonight just... pushed me to finally work towards it."

Elsa frowned. "But you still lied."

Liam’s lips curved into a small smile. "Yeah. Right after you lied about breaking up with Ray... a month ago and now dating me."

Elsa’s face turned bright red. "Well, that—"

"Also... I lied because I didn’t like how your dad was coming at you like that. So I had to say something. Make him respect you." Liam’s expression softened, and his voice dropped, losing the teasing edge.

Elsa’s breath caught.

She turned to look at him, her eyes wide, her cheeks still flushed.

"I mean," Liam continued, a grin creeping back onto his face, "as your man, I couldn’t let your dad talk shit to you like that, right?"

"You fool," Elsa said, her voice breaking into something between a laugh and a groan. She reached over and swatted his arm. "You’re not my man."

"Could’ve fooled me," Liam said, his grin widening. "Especially with the way you were squirming back there."

Elsa’s face went nuclear.

"Shut up!" she snapped, but there was no real heat in it. "If you try that again, I’m gonna—"

"I know, I know... kill me," Liam finished for her, his grin widening.

"That’s not what I was trying to say," Elsa shot back, her face flushing even deeper.

Liam just laughed.