Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 3: System Task

"Just stay aware of your place. You might be useless, but try not to humiliate yourself."

Ruth, that sharp-tongued woman, immediately seized the chance to lash out, "Don't act so ungrateful. This accounting position was secured by your brother-in-law. If you can't even manage a simple job like that, you are just waiting for the grave, you good-for-nothing parasite."

"Mom, what about the medical bills?" Lily inquired with hesitation.

"We will cover them once he begins his employment." Ruth appeared to grow more infuriated just looking at Luis. She let out a scornful sniff and commanded, "Fine, go wash yourself. You reek of misfortune."

"Let's go, quickly!" Terrified of lingering any longer, Lily hurriedly tugged Luis up the stairs.

The second floor contained three bedrooms and a cramped living area. The couple occupied the smallest room, a converted nursery. Packed with a bed, a wardrobe, and Luis’s bulky computer, the space felt suffocatingly tight.

A tiny window provided little relief from the persistent, stale scent of cigarette smoke.

Their youngest sister, Leah, was away at school and only visited during the weekends. Nancy, the eldest, had married and moved out, leaving the second floor as the only sanctuary for the young pair.

As soon as he sat down, Lily began rummaging for fresh clothes, urging, "Husband, go take a bath first."

Recalling the newbie mission issued by the system while his eyes fell upon his wife, Luis felt an intense heat surge within him. He caught her hand firmly and remarked with a gravelly tone, "My head can't get wet. You need to help me wash."

"Mom is still downstairs!" Lily responded with a shy blush, her inherent timidity bubbling up.

Previously, Luis had found her submissive nature grating. Yet now, the sight seemed pitiful and endearing, only fueling his growing desire.

"She will likely leave for mahjong soon!"

Luis ignited a cigarette and coaxed her, "Go downstairs and check first. If it is only the two of us, she will surely refuse to eat here."

"I will go look!" Lily felt a spark of anticipation herself. She offered him an enticing, bashful smile before disappearing down the stairs.

Staring at her beautiful face, Luis struggled to reconcile his feelings. Despite knowing the soul inside was his wife, he felt hesitant to display the intimacy he craved; he required time to process this bizarre turn of fortune.

"System, how is the mission success determined?" Being naturally cautious, Luis queried the interface mentally.

"Newbie Mission: Wife’s Orgasm. Time Limit: One week. Achieve this mission by granting your wife a sexual orgasm to progress the 'Wife Corruption' side objective."

"A single orgasm is all it takes?" Luis asked, genuinely stunned.

"Correct. Just one. Satisfying your spouse is the cost for the newbie acquisition package."

The system’s tone was absolute, forcing Luis to light another cigarette as he spiraled into deep contemplation—or perhaps, a regretful reflection on his own dark desires.

They had been high school classmates. Back then, Luis had been a lovesick fool, chasing the school beauty with utter desperation. At her calculated request, he had even arranged candles into a heart in the courtyard to declare his love.

The outcome? The school bully had mockingly draped an arm around the beauty and kicked the candles aside, leaving Luis humiliated before their peers.

In the aftermath, Luis dropped out. Lacking resources, he realized even if he managed to enter a trade school, he couldn't afford the tuition. It was simpler to enter the workforce immediately.

Lily, a quiet, unremarkable girl from their class, had been the one to offer him quiet comfort.

Whether she had capitalized on his vulnerability remained a matter of perspective. Luis was handsome enough that under normal circumstances, he would have ignored her. But in his broken state, he had latched onto her, and they had claimed each other's innocence.

Their first time had been an awkward, fiery mess. They had actually worried, in their ignorance, if they needed urgent medical intervention.

After that, Lily remained devoted. By the time she finished her vocational studies, she had brought Luis home to face her parents.

Arthur Wood was less than enthusiastic but remained silent. Ruth, however, had her own motives during that period of family turbulence.

Nancy was already wed, and Leah was destined for a wealthy match. This plain second daughter, however, was a thorn in Ruth’s side, especially after a humiliating paternity scandal. With Arthur’s mistress demanding marriage, Ruth panicked and forced the domestic inclusion of Luis as a live-in son-in-law to secure her status.

The naive Luis had walked right into it. Lily was blissful, but married reality was far from her dreams.

"Husband!" Lily returned to the room shortly after, beaming. "Mom says Sister and Brother are coming over tonight for dinner."

"Them? Since when were they so benevolent?" Luis was immediately skeptical.

Nancy was arrogant, having married into a wealthy family connected to the political elite. Though her husband had been involved in legal troubles, his family’s wealth had fueled their condescension toward the couple.

If they paid any attention to this house, it was only because of the attractive mother-in-law and the stunningly curvaceous youngest sister.

Before Luis could react, Lily murmured, "I need to buy groceries. They will arrive soon. Rest a while."

As she rushed down, the piercing, shrill voice of Ruth echoed up the stairs:

"Don't be a penny-pincher. Your brother-in-law loves seafood. Get the best crabs and prawns, understand?"

"Also, pick up a roast duck. Your sister loves it, and I have been craving it as well."

Lily agreed submissively, while upstairs, Luis boiled with fury.

When it was just Ruth home, even the cost of cooking rice would trigger a lecture on wasting gas. If Lily ever tried to serve seafood, Ruth would berate her for poor taste. Cooking was always a chore for Lily, yet no matter the effort, Ruth found reasons to criticize.

The roast duck incident was the ultimate insult; if the first son-in-law bought it, it was a delicacy. If Lily bought it, it was greasy garbage—a blatant display of Ruth’s favoritism.

The daily slights were endless, and Lily had endured far more than he had ever realized to keep their bond alive.