My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives-Chapter 10: After Party Events

Krash!

The glass cup shattered into a thousand uneven pieces and its contents splattered on the wall.

The room was massive enough to fit two offices, with expensive couches, wall sized flat screen TVs, and several awards hung on the walls. Pacing back and forth with no obvious destination was Victor Hale, the illegitimate son of the Hale family, owners of the Blacksheep Firm.

Looked down upon by his step-siblings and stepmother, he was left to rot here in Chicago, but at least he had freedom to do as he wished. No one questioned him here. No one made him feel unwanted here. No one said no to him here, until tonight.

It was not just Hazel’s rejection that pained him. It was the look in Damian’s eyes when they interacted. It did not show the anger of someone whose girl was being publicly courted, or someone afraid to offend his boss.

What Victor saw was mockery. It felt like Damian was asking him, Go ahead, take your best shot, bitch.

That motherfucker was looking down on him!

Thud!

Victor halted with a heavy step, his cold eyes turning to the only other figure in the room. A lanky man standing about six feet tall in a gray suit and glasses that matched his gray hair. The man’s age was revealed through his wrinkles, and in his hand was a folder carrying Damian’s information.

Quietly, he handed it over to Victor, who flipped through the pages hastily as his eyes scanned every piece of information recorded there. However, seconds later, his anger faded upon realizing Damian was already having a tough time.

Even a monkey could tell something was wrong when only one associate repeatedly got irrelevant cases right after a big win that made headlines and was pushed into obscurity while his peers were allowed to take on high profile cases.

"Martin, what is going on here?" Victor asked.

Martin Kessler was the head of the Criminal Defense Department and handled high profile criminal cases involving celebrities, politicians, and anyone who believed their name and clean record was worth more than a million dollars.

Not only had he served as a subordinate to the Hale family for a long time, he was personally sent here to assist and keep an eye on the young, arrogant managing partner. His job was to make sure Victor did not make headline news for any bad reason, and he had succeeded in doing so for over five years now.

Martin went ahead to explain the situation to the best of his abilities. He never really paid attention to office politics and only had the stories of some junior associates under him who served as his eyes and ears.

Victor was stunned. The man he was trying to ruin had already been ruined by others. Yet Damian did not seem one bit bothered about it.

Victor’s eyes narrowed as he thought back to the jewelry, rings, and unique mannerisms Hazel gave off during their meeting. Her deep gazes, posture, sways, everything seemed oddly graceful. This was not something you cultivated on the streets of Chicago.

From the information they had, Damian was a broke man abandoned by his parents at a young age and had even changed his name before joining the firm. That wretched fool obviously could not afford such a lady. The only reasonable explanation was that a wealthy woman had fallen in love with him because of his looks.

"Martin... give him the 20 Shots case."

Victor said this after giving the matter some thought, his conclusion leaving Martin confused. The old man always found it hard to see through this young master. While Victor was reckless and vile, he was not stupid in any way. In fact, he was very smart, calculating, and vicious when it came to his plans. That was why Blacksheep Firm was the dominant one of the big three in Chicago.

"Are you trying to harm or help him?"

Martin’s direct personality was why Victor liked keeping him around. The man always aired his thoughts without restraint. In a world where most people would say anything to gain his favor, Martin did the opposite. He shared his thoughts bluntly and called out Victor’s flaws.

While it was annoying and often felt like nagging, this had saved him from several career ending mistakes.

"By giving him a big case, everyone will believe I have no bad intentions toward him after tonight’s event." Victor’s jaw tightened.

"If he wins the case, I will enter his wife’s good books, which can potentially lead to something more. If he loses, she will get to see her husband’s incompetence on national TV. I will not need much persuasion to get her in my bed after that."

If Martin had not watched Victor lay out sinister plots to take out people he hated, he would have doubted the billionaire playboy could come up with a plan this vicious. The old man could only sigh and agree without making a fuss. Throwing Damian out without reason would lead to several questions and would ultimately come back to his embarrassment at tonight’s party. In this line of business, reputation was everything. Since Victor had come up with a way to get what he wanted without dragging the company name through the mud, Martin had no reason to refuse.

He only felt pity for 20 Shots, a VIP customer of the firm. His case was about to be used as a political tool to get a woman into the managing partner’s bed.

The next day

Damian’s eyes flipped open as a yawn escaped his lips. The curtains were left open, so the sun rays penetrated the room, forcing him to shield his eyes with his palm.

However, this action gave him a clear view of a perfect heart shaped ass swaying back and forth. Instinctively, his eyes traced the body down to his crotch, where Hazel had his cock in her mouth, clearly unaware that he was awake, or maybe she just did not care.

Mmhhhhmm..

Damian’s lips parted to complain, but a moan escaped instead, and he suddenly felt his entire body slowly losing strength. His gaze shifted to his progress after spending the entire night exploring Hazel’s beautiful body. He had passed out somewhere around 5:30 am, so it felt a bit strange to feel refreshed despite getting barely over an hour of sleep.

[Level: 10→20]

[Attributes: +1.0]

[+3 Talent point]

[Predatory Instinct Skill Unlocked] 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

[Name: Damian]

[Race: Human\Demon] [Hybrid]

[Rank: Imp]

[Sin: Lust]

[Talent Point: 6]

[Talent Tree: Locked]

[Level: 20] [1%]

[Strength: 2.5] [Agility: 2.5] [Constitution: 3.0] [Charisma: 2.5] [Demonic Force: 25/25]

[Skill]

[Name: Charm]

[Type: Passive]

[Description: A skill that makes people feel drawn to the user. People become more open, trusting, and easier to influence. Strong will or higher rank reduces the effect.]

[Name: Predatory Instinct]

[Type: Passive]

[Description: A skill that grants the host access to a sixth sense, allowing him to taste emotions, smell intentions, and read subtle meanings most would overlook.]

’Another passive crap.’

Damian sighed and returned his attention to Hazel, who had her lips on the tip like before, sucking while stroking the length with intoxicated excitement.

’How long has she been doing this to get this high?’

However, that thought, which he initially found amusing, triggered another. His eyes found their way back to his stats, and he noted something important. During their first time, he grew rapidly, reaching level 10 in two to three hours at best. However, he had Hazel going wild as early as 11 pm and was still at it until he slept off at 5:30. Considering the way she looked, she probably did not sleep and played with his body while he was in dreamland, yet all that got him was 10 levels.

Anyone would say he was greedy for complaining after rising 20 levels in a day, but noticing small details was part of his life as a lawyer.

’God, I can’t be thinking about these things now. I need to get to work.’

Damian buried his hand in Hazel’s hair, rubbing it gently.

"Babe, that’s enough for now. I need to go to work."

However, the only response he got was a simple shake of her head as she continued sucking.

"Ba... ahhh... mmhmmm..."

Damian gasped between his words as he felt his semen rush out, causing him to collapse back onto the bed. His chest heaved as he felt Hazel greedily licking the excess off his cock.

"Babe... hold on."

Damian gathered himself and tried to sit up, but Hazel had already crawled up to him, her breasts pressing against his chest before he could rise halfway. Their faces stood inches apart as she stared at him with a deep, stern look like the one she had when she first came here.

"Maybe you are unaware, but the connection of the underworld runs deep. Your leaders belong to us. Their wealth is ours. Money is the least of your problems."

Saying this, she placed a finger on Damian’s chest, and in an instant he collapsed back onto the bed. Stunned, Damian grabbed her hand, trying to pull it off, but it felt like he was trying to move a mountain.

This was not the same submissive lady who moaned under his strokes last night. Right now, Hazel’s pupils tightened into slits like a cat’s, her crimson irises burning brightly as she spoke in a rare cold voice.

"I don’t think you understand. Your previous life ended the moment you became my Lord. Instead of slaving away for a mortal, you should be practicing martial arts, learning how to control your demonic force, mastering your Will, or simply growing your strength. The heavens are against you. Your brothers are against you. You don’t have time for anything else."

Silence followed as they stared at each other.

The burning light in Hazel’s eyes dimmed. She quickly let go of his chest and covered her mouth with her palms in shock.

Did she just scold her husband?

"I’m sorry..." she mumbled, lowering her head.

Damian did not respond, not because he felt offended, but because he was considering her words. If people capable of becoming Demon Lord were against him, alongside the heavens, then focusing on gaining strength made sense if his financial worries were taken care of.

However...

"If we get help from the underworld’s connections, wouldn’t it be easier for my half brothers to find me?"

Eh?

Hazel’s face turned blank. She truly had not thought of that. Her former Lord had been the closest confidant of the last Demon Lord and the most favored candidate among the 27 elders. The rewards from the princes of hell were too tempting, even for a demigod like her. How could she trust weaker demons to resist their greed?

"Of course they won’t. Loyalty is a rare commodity in the underworld." She scoffed.

To think her ignorance had nearly put her husband in danger. Hazel’s face flushed with embarrassment as she avoided Damian’s eyes.

"You are right... I’m sorry," she mumbled again.

Watching her cute expression from the comfort of his pillow, Damian smiled. His hand ran along her slender arm before finding its way to her breast.

He grabbed the left nipple gently, feeling her shiver under his touch.

"Since we can’t do that, what else can we do?"

Hazel sat upright on his belly, wearing a pondering expression while rubbing her chin.

"We can rely on your job for now. But I’ll have Rachael and Ruby bring a few low level cursed items with them. They should easily sell for a few hundred million if we get the right buyer."

Eh?

Cursed items?

For sale?

There were too many red flags in that statement to ignore.

"Is that even safe?" he blurted.

Hazel gave him a look of disappointment, as if a demon worrying about safety was absurd.

"Humans dabble in dark magic without proper knowledge, attempt summons, desecrate sacred and cursed sites with impunity. Why would I worry about their safety when it clearly doesn’t bother them?" she shrugged.

"True..." Damian could not dispute that.

Human curiosity had led to several advances and disasters throughout history. Anyone looking to buy such items would already be searching for them. If he did not sell to them, someone else would.

Besides, the promise of making hundreds of millions without working for it was too tempting to ignore.

"However, if you are going to work, I have one condition," Hazel said, pulling him from his thoughts.

"What?" he asked, taken aback.

"You will let me accompany you at all times and teach you politics and power play. With my guidance, we can make that branch office yours by the end of the year and the entire firm yours by the second year."

"Ooh?"

Damian rubbed his chin while staring at her.

"You did say you are a fox spirit capable of changing forms last night, so it is possible to tag along if you transform into a pendant or necklace. Fine, let’s go with it."

"Good!"

Hazel beamed and threw a fist into the air with a wide grin, causing her breasts to jiggle.

Damian tried to get up, but Hazel forced him down again and laid on top of him, her lips pressing against his ear. He could hear her breathing slowly increase as her waist rose and descended onto his cock.

Swish!

Mmhhhhmm...

Damian tried to protest, but Hazel’s warm breaths along his neck scattered his thoughts.

"Please, just one last round," she whispered, her voice making him shiver.

Before he could recover, her tongue slipped into his ear.

She pinned both his hands down while her hips rode him with force, each collision deep and heavy.

How could she stay away from this feeling for 12 hours?

Impossible.