Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 61: Bargain With The Devil 2

Tasha’s face went pale.

Her hand shot to her stomach, pressing against the fabric of her sweater. Her eyes widened, and she doubled over slightly, sucking in a sharp breath through her teeth.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath.

Liam straightened immediately, his smirk vanishing. "What? What’s wrong?"

She didn’t answer right away.

Her face twisted in discomfort, and she wrapped both arms around her midsection like she was trying to hold herself together.

"Tasha?" His voice came out sharper now, tinged with alarm. "What the hell just happened?"

She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I... I just got my period."

Liam blinked. "Your what?"

"My period," she repeated, her voice quieter now, almost apologetic. "I need—" She hesitated, then sighed. "I need supplies. Like, now."

For a moment, Liam just stood there, staring at her like she’d spoken a different language.

Then panic set in.

"Wait—what do you mean supplies? What kind of supplies? Do you need a doctor? Should I call someone?" His words came out in a rush, his hands moving uselessly at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them.

"Liam, calm down." Tasha straightened up, one hand still pressed to her stomach. "It’s not a medical emergency. I just need pads. Or tampons. And maybe some painkillers."

"Pads," he repeated, his brain scrambling to catch up. "Right. Pads. Okay."

He was already pulling his phone out of his pocket, his fingers flying over the screen as he opened his notes app. "Pads. Ibuprofen. Got it."

He typed furiously, his jaw tight with concentration. The blue light from the screen reflected off his face as he stared down at the words, making sure he’d spelled everything correctly.

He looked up at her. "Anything else?"

She shook her head, wincing as another cramp hit. Her hand tightened on her stomach, and she let out a slow breath through her nose. "That should be fine. Just... hurry, okay?"

"Yeah. I know a place." Liam shoved his phone into his pocket and grabbed his jacket from the back of a chair. The leather was cool against his fingers as he pulled it on, zipping it halfway up. But before he headed for the door, he stopped and turned back to her.

"Listen," he said, his tone serious now. "I’m going to knock three times when I get back. Three quick knocks. That’s the password. If you don’t hear it exactly like that, don’t open the door. Just hide."

Tasha nodded, her blue eyes meeting his. "Got it. Three knocks."

"I’m serious, Tasha. Don’t open it for anyone else."

"I won’t," she said firmly.

Liam hesitated for one more second, his hand on the doorknob, then pulled the door open and stepped into the hallway.

He shut it behind him with a soft click and waited, his ear pressed against the wood until he heard the sharp metallic click of the lock sliding into place.

Only then did he start moving.

The convenience store where he worked was a ten-minute walk from his apartment, tucked between a laundromat and what looked like an abandoned office space with newspapers taped over the windows.

Liam pushed through the door, the little bell above it chiming as he stepped inside.

The familiar scent of cheap coffee and cleaning solution hit him immediately.

The fluorescent lights overhead hummed softly, bathing the rows of shelves in harsh white light.

The store was empty except for one person behind the counter.

Elsa.

She looked up from her phone the moment he walked in, her brown eyes narrowing in mock annoyance.

Her white hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, a few loose strands framing her face.

She wore a faded red T-shirt with the store’s logo printed across the chest—a cartoonish smiling sun that had cracked and peeled from too many washes.

The fabric clung to her curves, outlining the shape of her boobs and the dip of her waist.

Her jeans sat low on her hips, tight enough that they hugged her thighs and ass perfectly.

The denim was worn at the knees, and there was a small tear near her left pocket.

"Look who decided to show up," she said, setting her phone down on the counter with a little more force than necessary. "I should kill you for making me work all day alone, dealing with so many annoying customers."

"Hello to you too," Liam said, walking toward the counter with his hands in his pockets. "Isn’t that literally what they pay you for?"

"Screw you," Elsa shot back, but there was a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the counter. "So what are you here for? Finally decided to show your face?"

Liam grabbed his phone out and leaned in closer, lowering his voice as he read to Elsa. "I need pads. Or tampons. Whichever. And ibuprofen."

Elsa’s eyebrows shot up.

She stared at him for a long moment, her lips parting slightly in surprise. Then a slow smile spread across her face.

"You have a girlfriend now?" she asked, her tone dripping with amusement. "I didn’t think you had it in you."

"Are you insulting me?" Liam’s expression didn’t change, his eyebrows drew together slightly, unmoved.

"I’m not *not* insulting you," Elsa replied, still grinning. She pushed off the counter and gestured for him to follow. "Come on. Follow me."

Liam trailed after her as she led him down one of the narrow aisles.

His eyes dropped briefly to the way her ass moved in those jeans, the denim stretched tight across her hips with every step.

Her ponytail swayed back and forth, the white strands catching the fluorescent light.

’I haven’t actually had a good look at her, but she’s stacked,’ he thought, his gaze traveling up to the top of her head.

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They stopped in front of a shelf lined with boxes of pads and tampons in various sizes and brands.

The packages were color-coded—purple, pink, blue—with promises of "maximum protection" and "all-day comfort" printed in bold letters.

Elsa grabbed a purple box off the shelf and handed it to him.

"This one’s good," she said. "It’s got wings and everything. And get this too." She pulled a smaller box off the shelf—a pack of heat patches with a picture of a woman holding her stomach on the front. "It’ll help with cramps."

"Heat patches," Liam repeated, taking both boxes from her. The purple box was surprisingly light, and the heat patches rattled slightly as he tucked them under his arm. "Got it."

Elsa grabbed a bottle of ibuprofen from a nearby shelf and tossed it to him. He caught it with one hand, the plastic bottle landing in his palm with a soft thud.

"Thanks," he said, then hesitated. "Actually, I need to grab some other stuff too."

"Go ahead," Elsa said, leaning against the shelf with her arms crossed. "I’ll wait here."

Liam headed toward the snack aisle, his mind working.

’She didn’t really eat much at the mall earlier. She’s probably hungry.’

He stopped in front of the chips and scanned the selection. He grabbed salt and vinegar, barbecue, and plain, then picked up a box of butter cookies, a Kit Kat, and three cups of instant ramen.

He doubled back to the fridge and pulled out a cold bottle of water, condensation clinging to the plastic as he carried it back toward Elsa.

When he returned to her, she was watching him with an amused look on her face, one eyebrow raised.

"Planning a whole night in, huh?" she said as he set everything down on the counter.

"Just covering the bases," Liam muttered, adjusting the pile so nothing fell over.

Elsa started scanning the items one by one, the scanner beeping with each pass. She paused after scanning the cookies and glanced up at him. "You know what else you should get?"

"What?"

"Chocolate." She pointed toward aisle three with the scanner. "Trust me. It helps."

Liam raised an eyebrow. "Helps with what?"

"Cramps. Mood. Everything." Elsa shrugged, setting the scanner down. "Just get some. Dark or milk, doesn’t matter. She’ll appreciate it." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Liam nodded and walked over to the candy aisle.

The shelves were packed with brightly colored wrappers—Snickers, Twix, Reese’s, M&M’s.

He scanned the selection, then grabbed a dark chocolate bar wrapped in sleek black packaging with "70% Cacao" printed in gold letters.

Then he picked up a milk chocolate bar for good measure and added a bag of chocolate-covered almonds.

’Better to have options.’

When he made it back to the counter, Elsa was already waiting. She scanned the chocolate bars and the almonds, her grin widening with each beep.

Elsa finished scanning everything and looked at the register screen. "That’ll be thirty-two fifty."

He handed her his card, and she swiped it through the machine. The reader beeped twice, and she handed it back to him along with the receipt.

"You better come back to work tomorrow," she said as she bagged everything and handed him the two plastic bags. "Or I swear I’ll kill you."

’Someone else might beat you to it’

"Yeah, yeah," Liam said, already heading for the door.

He stepped outside, the cool night air hitting his face as the door swung shut behind him.

The bell chimed one last time, and the sound faded into the quiet of the street.

He paused on the sidewalk, glancing left and right down the empty street.

The streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement, and the only sound was the faint hum of traffic a few blocks away and the distant bark of a dog.

Satisfied that no one was around, he started walking back toward his apartment. The bags rustled slightly with each step, the plastic handles digging into his fingers.

Then his phone buzzed in his pocket.

’It must be a message from Tasha, wondering where I am.’

He shifted both bags to one hand and pulled his phone out with the other, swiping to unlock it. The screen lit up his face in the darkness.

His stomach dropped.

It wasn’t Tasha.

It was Elena.

Elena~ Hey. Are you free? We should see each other.

’This crazy woman again?’

Liam’s jaw tightened as he stared at the screen.

He stopped walking, standing under one of the streetlights as he started typing a response with his thumb.

Liam~ I can’t really leave my house right now. Maybe another time.

He hit send and started walking again. Three seconds later, his phone buzzed.

The reply came almost instantly.

Elena~ It’s fine. I’m parked right in front of your place. So come out.*

’What the fuck’