Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 69: New Kink Unlocked 1

Her neighborhood was the kind of place that felt frozen in time, not in a bad way, just... settled.

The houses were tall and narrow, packed tight against each other in long rows of brick and brownstone.

Most were three or four stories, with steep stone steps leading up to front doors painted in faded colors—dark green, burgundy, navy blue.

Small iron railings lined the stoops, and every few houses, there was a narrow alley cutting between buildings, just wide enough for two people to walk through.

The streetlights were old-fashioned, casting pale yellow circles of light onto the cracked sidewalks below.

Between them, shadows pooled thick and dark, and the alleys looked even darker—black gaps that seemed to swallow sound.

A few buildings had fire escapes zigzagging down their fronts, the metal painted black and streaked with rust.

Some had window boxes with flowers that had seen better days. Others had curtains drawn tight, shutting out the world.

The whole street had that vibe—lived-in but not run-down, comfortable but not flashy. Nice, in a worn-in sort of way.

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Elsa unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to him, her hand resting on the door handle. She hesitated, her lips pressing together like she was working up the nerve to say something.

Then she looked at him, her brown eyes soft in the dim glow of the dashboard. "Thanks for the ride," she said quietly.

"Yeah, of course."

She pushed the door open and stepped out onto the sidewalk. "Drive safe, okay?"

"I will."

She closed the door and hurried up the steps. Liam watched as she unlocked the building’s front door and stepped inside.

But instead of the door closing, it stayed open. Elsa reappeared in the doorway almost immediately, one hand gripping the frame.

"Liam, wait—"

He rolled down the window. "Yeah?"

She came back down the steps quickly, wrapping her arms around herself against the cold.

"It’s really late," she said, the words tumbling out. "And you only drove all the way out here because of me. I’d feel terrible just letting you drive back at this hour. Do you want to come in? You can stay the night and leave early in the morning"

Liam looked at her standing there in the cold, her breath forming small clouds in the night air.

Time froze. Her eyes on his. The question hanging between them in the stillness.

[Option 1: Go in +7 Lust Points]

[Option 2: I can’t, maybe another time +0 Lust Points]

Liam stared at the options hovering in front of him.

His mind immediately went back to the restaurant.

To the way her ass had felt under his hand—soft, firm, perfect and how he wished he could get a feel of the ass again

Now the system is giving a chance to have sex with Elsa

’Fuck.’

He wanted to go in. He *really* wanted to go in.

But then there was Tasha.

She was back at his apartment, alone, waiting for him. He’d told her he’d be back after dinner.

Told her to lock the door and call him if anything felt wrong.

She was probably sitting on his couch right now, arms crossed, annoyed that he was taking so long.

Liam scratched the back of his head, exhaling slowly.

He looked at Elsa again—still frozen mid-breath, her lips slightly parted, her eyes wide and uncertain.

Then his gaze dropped.

He looked one more time at the mad curves she has as the black dress squeezed her. It was tight—holding her chest and pulling tight against her waist and hips.

It hugged her ass so perfectly it was like the fabric wasn’t even there.

His hand could still remember how the round soft shape of her ass felt.

He sighed.

’Too bad!.’

Liam picked an option

Time snapped back into motion.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and typed quickly and waited some minutes for a reply before putting be he slipped it back without waiting for a response.

He looked at Elsa again.

"Yeah," he said. "I’ll love to come in."

Elsa blinked, surprise flickering across her face.

Then she smiled—small, hesitant, but genuine.

"Okay."

Liam stepped out of the car and locked it behind him, the beep echoing faintly in the quiet street.

He followed Elsa up the steep stone steps, past the wrought-iron railing, and waited as she unlocked the front door.

The door swung open, and Liam stepped inside.

The first thing that hit him was the smell.

Vanilla. Something sweet, but not overpowering. Like candles or air freshener, but subtle enough that it felt natural.

The second thing was how *nice* everything looked.

The living room was small but clean.

A gray sectional couch sat against the far wall, with a couple of throw pillows in cream and navy blue.

A coffee table in front of it held a few magazines, a TV remote, and a half-empty glass of water.

The TV mounted on the wall was a decent size—maybe forty-five inches—and there was a small bookshelf in the corner stacked with novels and a few framed photos.

The floors were hardwood, polished enough to catch the light from the floor lamp in the corner.

The walls were painted a soft off-white, and there were a few pieces of art hung up—nothing expensive, just prints of landscapes and abstract shapes that looked like they came from Target or HomeGoods.

It wasn’t fancy. But it was put together. Comfortable.

’This is way nicer than my place,’ Liam thought, glancing around.

"Make yourself at home," Elsa said, slipping off her heels and setting them by the door. "I’m just gonna change real quick."

She disappeared down the hallway before Liam could respond.

He stood there for a moment, then moved to the couch and sat down.

His heart was beating faster than it should’ve been.

’Why the hell am I nervous?’

He’d been in situations like this before. Hell, he’d had Tasha living in his apartment for a day now, walking around in his shirts and all. He should’ve been used to being with a girl by now.

But something about being here—in Elsa’s space, with her just down the hall—made his palms sweat.

He leaned back against the couch, trying to relax, and let his eyes wander around the room.

There was a small dining table near the kitchen—round, with four chairs tucked neatly around it.

The kitchen itself was open to the living room, separated only by a short counter with a couple of bar stools.

The counters were clean, the sink empty, and there was a coffee maker sitting near the toaster.

Everything was organized. Tidy.

’She’s got her shit together,’ he thought.

Then he heard footsteps coming back down the hall.

Liam turned his head.

And nearly choked.

Elsa walked into the living room wearing a white tank top—thin, tight, and clinging to every curve of her chest. No bra. Her nipples were visible through the fabric, pressing faintly against the cotton.

And black shorts. Short shorts. The kind that barely covered anything, riding high on her thighs and hugging her ass like they were painted on.

Her white hair was loose now, falling past her shoulders in soft waves.

"Sorry," she said casually, moving toward the kitchen. "Hope you don’t mind. I needed to change into something comfortable."

Liam’s brain short-circuited.

’Comfortable? That’s what she calls this?’

He forced himself to look away, clearing his throat. "Yeah. No problem."

Elsa opened the fridge and leaned down slightly, the black shorts riding up just enough to reveal the curve of her ass.

"What would you like to eat?" she asked, glancing back at him over her shoulder. "I’ve got leftovers, or I could make something quick—"

"I’m good," Liam said quickly. "I ate way more than enough at dinner."

"Okay." She straightened up, then bent down again to grab something from the bottom shelf. "What about drinks? You want anything?"

Time froze.

[Option 1: "I only want you. And I know you want me too. Inviting me inside, dressing like this—you want me to do you." Close the distance. +20 Lust Points]

[Option 2: "I’ll just take anything." +0 Lust Points]

Liam’s pulse spiked.

He stared at the options, his mind racing.

Then he stood up from the couch.

Time rushed back.

"I only want you," Liam said, his voice low and steady as he started walking toward her. "And I know you want me too."

Elsa froze mid-reach, her hand still on the fridge door.

"Inviting me inside," Liam continued, closing the distance between them. "Dressing like this, wearing almost nothing—you want me to do you."

Elsa’s head jerked up, her forehead smacking lightly against the top of the fridge door.

"Ow—shit—" She spun around, her eyes wide, and found Liam standing right in front of her.

Close. Too close.

Her back pressed against the fridge, and she looked up at him, her breathing already uneven.

"I—I didn’t—" she stammered, her face flushing red. "I just needed to change into something comfortable—"

Time froze again.

[Option 1: Prove her wrong. +8 Lust Points]

[Option 2: "Guess I might be wrong." +0 Lust Points]

Liam picked Option 1 without hesitation.

Time snapped back.

He didn’t say a word.

Instead, he reached down, his hand sliding smoothly past the waistband of her black shorts and into her panties.

Elsa gasped, her hands shooting up to grip his shoulders.

Liam’s fingers brushed against her, and he felt it immediately.

Wetness.

A lot of it.

He pulled his hand back slowly, holding it up between them so she could see.

His fingers glistened in the dim light of the kitchen.

"Yeah," Liam said, his voice low and smug. "Real comfortable."

Elsa’s mouth opened, but no words came out.

Her face was burning red now, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths.

She stared at his hand, then at him, then back at his hand.

And for the first time since he’d met her, she had absolutely nothing to say.