Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 1: System Activated

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For Luis, life was built upon the foundations of honesty and anonymity.

Over the course of six months and four days, his existence had been defined by spreadsheets that refused to balance on the first attempt, petty cash envelopes that remained perpetually short, and the unique torment of hunting down department heads for receipts they claimed to have left on his desk just yesterday.

To his fellow junior accountants, their workspace was known as 'the Dungeon.' It was a place characterized by poor ventilation, a total absence of windows, and an endless accumulation of paperwork that never appeared to diminish.

Luis had refined a meticulous habit: every day at 5:58 PM, he would save his progress twice—just to be safe—tidy up his desk, and watch the second hand drag itself toward the 6:00 mark.

Home, however, provided very little salvation. It was only marginally better than his office.

"Luis."

The abrupt sound of his name made him flinch, his elbow striking the bamboo plant his wife had gifted him for good fortune. Director Liam loomed over his cubicle, his expensive suit casting an imposing shadow across the keyboard.

"You are... reliable," Liam remarked, his tone devoid of true appreciation.

Tapping his manicured nails against the cubicle wall, he continued, "I have business to attend to off-site. You are handling Finance for the remainder of the day."

Upon hearing this, Luis felt his mouth go parched. The Finance desk. This was actual, consequential capital. It involved the authority to authenticate six-figure transactions with a single heavy seal.

"Just me?" he queried, laboring to keep his tone composed.

Liam flashed a smirk. "Correct. Do not mess this up."

Before Luis could offer a response, he had already walked away.

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Two hours later.

A woman adorned in a vivid red dress stormed into the office, the sharp report of her heels echoing across the room. She was accompanied by two intimidating men—likely assistants, though they possessed the presence of bodyguards.

Without so much as a glance his way, she slammed a document onto his workspace.

Luis reached out and grabbed it. His eyes widened at the figure written upon it—a sum that could cover his own salary for several years. It even bore the 'pre-approved' seal.

Then, his gaze landed on the name: Enes.

A chill swept through his hands. He recalled the urgent email from Boss Qin that had been circulated just last week, shouting in all capital letters: [DO NOT PROCESS ANY TRANSACTIONS FOR ENES WITHOUT CONSULTING ME FIRST.]

He drew in a steadying breath. "I apologize, but I cannot authorize this payment without proper validation."

The woman’s pristine smile vanished instantly.

"Do you have any idea who you are addressing?"

"Yes," Luis replied, his voice remaining strangely steady despite the frantic thumping of his heart. "And that is precisely why I cannot process this request."

Her expression twisted into a mask of pure fury. Suddenly, the heavy folder swung through the air and struck his cheek. Papers scattered like shrapnel. As Luis stumbled backward, his head smashed against the wall.

Everything faded into darkness.

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Propped up on a hospital bed in the building's hallway, Luis sat with a bandage wrapped around his head and an IV line feeding into his arm. The dried blood remained smeared across his face and attire.

His mother-in-law, Ruth, hovered nearby, her face flushed with rage as she scolded him. "You idiot."

"They finally allow you access to real work, and you immediately antagonize the boss's woman?"

Luis’s head throbbed. The IV drip swayed as Ruth jabbed a finger in his direction.

"You are a simpleton. A replaceable pawn. Now, you have made a mortal enemy of someone with actual power!"

His wife, Lily, hovered behind her mother. "Mom, he was only following the company rules—"

"Rules?" Ruth spat. "Men such as he do not set the rules. They are crushed by them."

Ruth’s anger continued to mount. She slapped the side of the bed, crying, "I moved heaven and earth to get you this position, and within days, you offend the boss’s wife. I truly wonder why you were blind enough to settle for such a useless, broken loser."

Having just turned forty, Ruth possessed the vitality of a predator. She remained striking, with exquisite curls and delicate facial features that even light makeup enhanced. It was no hyperbole to claim she still held considerable appeal.

In her youth, she had been a noted beauty. Though she had grown slightly plump with time, the maturity of her frame only added to her allure; she was a woman of curves, and her body was undeniably seductive. Clad in a low-cut top, the sight of her cleavage was enough to defy the restraint of her brassiere.

Cowering under her mother’s tirade, Lily hung her head in silence.

Ruth’s own marriage was a disaster, fueling a temper that bordered on volcanic. She was a shrew, possessed of a sharp tongue and a mean spirit, a condition exacerbated by her ongoing menopause. When her rage flared, she was a terrifying sight to behold.

"What did the physician say!"

Ruth ranted for a lengthy duration before snapping, "If there is no recovery, just let him await his end."

Lily replied tentatively, "Mom, the doctor instructed that he remain under observation tonight due to the concussion."

"This useless child is already brain-damaged; what is the purpose of observing him?"

Ruth stood abruptly, grabbed her handbag, and added, "You remain here. I have no desire to witness his face."