Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 4: Killing Thoughts

"Luis, are you still among the living!" Ruth marched upstairs, glared at Luis, and bellowed, "Get yourself cleaned up right now. It is nothing more than a minor head injury, so quit playing the part of a dying man. Once you have washed, come downstairs and take care of the furniture."

"Who are you trying to earn sympathy from? A destitute loser like you should be accustomed to this by now; stop with the dramatics."

"Hurry up and wash, then get down here. Quit pretending."

After delivering these words, Ruth made no effort to conceal her disgust as she departed for the ground floor. Luis stood frozen for a moment before clenching his teeth in a fit of rage. He wished he could murder her.

Suddenly, a notification echoed within his mind:

"Attention, host. You are now linked to the Lust System. By triggering and completing designated tasks, you shall bring her to heel as your sex slave. This is part of an advanced task sequence."

"Acts of killing are classified as task failure. Violent approaches are strictly prohibited..."

"Ruth has been designated as your primary objective. She is not to be harmed, she cannot be killed..."

Luis’s complexion turned ghastly pale as he retreated into the bathroom, discarding his bloodied head bandage into the bin. Breathing heavily, he demanded, "Why are there so many requirements popping up, and am I forced to complete them?"

"Finalizing beginner tasks will grant access to numerous secondary objectives. The 'Head of the Family' assignment serves as your central narrative path."

"And the compensation? What do I gain from this?" Luis shouted in a frantic tone.

"Rewards are allocated according to your specific needs upon task completion. There is an expansive array of potential outcomes."

"Host, do bear in mind that if a hungry tiger is rewarded with a forest of fruit, the beast would likely destroy the system entirely..."

"Task rewards are distributed based on the host's requirements. The system is in its infancy and requires additional data harvesting..."

The system’s tone sounded somewhat erratic. Luis immediately grasped its true state; he was dealing with an incredibly sophisticated artifact from an advanced civilization, yet it was currently a blank slate.

Much of its internal database had been constructed from the pent-up frustrations of online shut-ins. Due to a unique set of circumstances, the system had been triggered specifically by him.

Currently, the system remained in its developmental phase, still gathering information and defining its core parameters. Essentially, it lacked a deep understanding of the complexity of human desire.

In simpler terms, the tasks it generated were modeled after the wishes of typical internet recluses, while the rewards would hinge on how logically those requests aligned with the missions provided.

Luis reached a conclusion: the system had only initialized its most fundamental functions and remained unfinished, leaving him significant room to maneuver.

After changing and cleaning up, he noticed that despite the blood, the wound on his head had only required three stitches. The swelling had vanished, and the injury was already healing nicely.

As he descended to the lower floor after washing, his mother-in-law, Ruth, was busy wiping down the table. Upon seeing Luis in his casual wear, her graceful brows knitted together, and she critiqued, "Can you not afford presentable clothing? All you own are these wretched rags."

"Mom, please let me handle that."

Though animosity flashed through his eyes, Luis suppressed his urge and obediently stepped forward to mop the flooring.

Ruth rarely performed any household chores. Whenever her affluent son-in-law arrived for a visit, she shifted into a fawning, sycophantic persona.

His wife, Lily, arrived home shortly thereafter. Luis moved to offer his assistance in the kitchen, but Lily glanced toward the living room to ensure they were unobserved and whispered, "Honey, you are still recovering. Go take a seat. Why did you bother coming downstairs?"

"It is truly fine."

Seeing the tenderness in his wife’s eyes allowed Luis to feel a genuine sense of relief.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Ruth’s voice chimed with delight, "Nancy, Daniel, why have you arrived so early? Supper isn't quite finished yet."

"Mom, we are here to share some wonderful news."

The atmosphere outside became lively. Luis and his wife moved swiftly to offer their greetings. "Big Sister, Brother-in-law."

Big Sister Nancy stood at a tall 172 cm. Having attended arts school, she had always harbored dreams of fame. Her figure was remarkably curvy, boasting a textbook hourglass silhouette.

Though she had once taught dance, she had settled into life as an affluent housewife after her high-society marriage. Nevertheless, she remained restless and continued to crave the spotlight.

Nancy wore makeup that was subtle yet elegant. She was undeniably beautiful, possessing a fox-like allure in her gaze that suggested she could beguile anyone with but a single smile.

Every piece of her attire was a luxury brand, granting her a glamorous aura that rivaled any mainstream star. One could argue she had inherited and perfected her mother’s physical traits.

Brother-in-law Daniel dressed in flashy, expensive clothes, branding him a quintessential playboy. He was notably shorter than his wife and carried himself with a greasy, unrefined air, complete with short limbs and a protruding gut.

He probably could not even manage a standing position in the bedroom...

"Task alert... the 'Tall and Sexy Big Sister' assignment has been updated. New requirement: successfully perform the act from behind while standing!"

The moment that lewd thought crossed Luis’s mind, the system’s mocking voice echoed in his head.

"Second Sister, allow me to assist you." Nancy feigned an offer of help.

Lily shook her head at once and replied, "Big Sister, please chat with Mom. I can manage the kitchen alone. It really is not much work."

"Very well, I shall leave it to you then, Second Sister." Nancy’s offer had been purely performative.

Her hands were thin and aesthetically pleasing; it was rumored she had once been a hand model. Adorned with a flashy diamond ring and perfectly manicured nails, they were clearly not the hands of a woman who labored over housework.

"Daniel, come and take a seat." Ruth affectionately beckoned her favorite son-in-law. Luis caught the glint of lust in Daniel’s eyes as he stared unashamedly at the deep cleavage of Ruth’s busty frame.

While Big Sister Nancy maintained a glorious physique, when it came to sheer bosom size, Ruth was the undeniable champion. Even through her clothing, the slightest motion caused a jiggle that no man could easily ignore.

Throughout their conversation, Daniel’s gaze repeatedly drifted toward her. Ruth remained oblivious, but Nancy noticed and pinched his arm, drawing a scowl from him.

Dinner was served shortly after. Once they sat down, Ruth immediately picked up a crab shell with her chopsticks and placed it into Daniel’s bowl, stating, "Daniel, sample this. These green crabs are at their peak season."

"Receiving these from you, Mom, makes everything taste exquisite." Daniel’s tone was thick with double entendres.

Nancy took a small bite and immediately scoffed, "Second Sister bought these, didn't you? If you cannot find double-shelled crabs, you should at least provide those with roe. Why bother with these cheap meat crabs?"

Daniel chuckled, adding, "Clearly you do not do the grocery shopping. These meat crabs are the cheapest options, barely costing half of what a decent one does."

Ruth’s expression darkened. "Lily, what is the matter with you? Are you truly so impoverished and frugal that you must pinch pennies while hosting your own sister?"

Lily’s face turned scarlet as she tried to defend herself, but Nancy interjected, "Forget it, Mom. Second Sister’s salary is pitifully low, and Luis is a useless pauper. At least she bought something for the table."

Luis gripped his fists until his knuckles turned white. Lily kept her head bowed as she murmured, "Big Sister, it is not about the cost. I simply do not have experience selecting the best crabs."

"If you lack the knowledge to pick crabs, surely you understand which fish are acceptable? Grouper is hardly expensive nowadays, so why serve these inexpensive pomfrets?"

Daniel prodded the fish and remarked, "It is fortunate we have no guests tonight. Otherwise, people would assume our family is destitute to serve such a pathetic spread."

Lily stared down at her plate, silent and accustomed to the verbal abuse.

Luis felt his fury rising, but his wife squeezed his hand beneath the table, and he exhaled, choosing to remain silent.

Once the meal concluded, Lily began clearing the table and washing the dishes as a matter of course. As Luis attempted to step in, Daniel barked, "Luis, come here immediately."

The three were engaged in pleasant conversation, leaving Luis no choice but to sit down with them.

The moment he sat, Daniel furrowed his brow and adopted a condescending tone. "You lack the most basic common sense. Honestly, we only live in a civil society because of the law. In different times, you would be suffering through another beating."

Luis finally reached his breaking point. "Brother-in-law, my workplace enforced those rules. The boss specifically stated that no funds were to be released to that individual. I was stationed in the Finance Director’s office for two hours; how could I have possibly bypassed the system?"

"Your brother-in-law is chastising you for your own benefit, yet you choose to talk back?" Ruth erupted in anger. "Rules are stagnant, but the people applying them should be flexible. Do you not grasp that?"

"Precisely. Use your head when on the clock. Upon seeing that woman, you should have escalated the matter to your supervisor. How could you be so utterly incompetent?"

Post-dinner protocol had devolved into a lecture for Luis. As he glanced toward the kitchen and saw the worried expression on his wife’s face, Luis gritted his teeth and lowered his gaze.

He thought to himself with vicious intent: Just wait. The moment I master this system’s true capabilities, you will all pay for this.

As the conversation continued, Daniel finished with a sneer, "The Finance department mentioned it was not entirely your own fault. They have granted you a week of leave and one thousand dollars for your medical bills."

Ruth interjected immediately, "It only happened because he lacks basic sense. How can he even have the gall to accept their money?"