Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 589 Don't Argue With An Idiot

Brooke found herself in a rather pathetic situation. Ultimately, she had been forced to rely on her aunt, Hela, to secure a stable position in the city. Having taken up residence in the hospital dormitory, she harbored zero intention of ever heading home.

Her marriage felt like a cruel joke to her, and she was genuinely content to embrace her life as a white-collar professional in the city.

Past the eight o'clock hour, guests and family began to disperse, prompting the rural banquet catering staff to clear away the tables.

The Taiga family exhibited significant ostentation, loudly proclaiming they would leave none of the food behind. Although each of the three branches managed their own guest list, they had all made excessive preparations simply to preserve their social status.

A recurring flaw throughout their family was an insatiable obsession with keeping face. The main variation between them was whether or not their efforts actually served a practical purpose.

For this housewarming event, it was officially agreed that no red envelopes or monetary presents would be exchanged. However, for those with closer ties, declining gifts was barely an option. Furthermore, a constant sense of competitive one-upmanship lingered between them.

As the banquet tables were cleared, fresh setups were arranged in the yard to allow social gatherings to continue.

"Dear in-laws, this is truly too generous and extravagant! No, no, I genuinely cannot accept this."

When it came to family, displaying the gifts openly clearly signaled who held the most prestige. Darlan wore a wide grin, unable to hide his gratification.

Most gifts ranged from one to two thousand dollars, with some reaching tens of thousands. In general, all three lineages received presents of comparable caliber. A six-pound bottle of VXOP, valued over two thousand dollars, was widely considered top-tier.

His sister-in-law, Nancy, was possessed of a deeply vain streak. Since she was a child, she had been obsessed with her reputation. Materialistic by nature, she also thrived in environments where all eyes were upon her.

The older generation had stayed out of the selection process. Luis had personally taken his attractive sister-in-law to choose the gift, using her own card to handle the transaction so her savings would appear higher. Then, while she remained lost in the moment, he had finished by enjoying her skills in his mouth.

It was a one-pound gold bar, worth approximately twenty thousand dollars. While small and understated, its value was extraordinary.

Arthur had also indulged in considerable drinking, but he boasted with pride, "What makes this so special? On such a joyous day for our in-laws, money is nothing but a fucking servant."

Nancy interjected from the side, "My brother-in-law footed the bill for this. Being a live-in son-in-law is just a title; it is purely a formality."

Arthur had downed quite a bit, yet he insisted with pride, "What is the big deal? On a day as happy as this for our in-laws, money is just a damn servant."

Nancy added once more, "My brother-in-law paid for this. His status as a live-in son-in-law is strictly ceremonial."

"He possesses plenty of wealth; purchasing a home would be easy for him. But my brother-in-law is a decent man, we get along brilliantly, and he values being filial to our parents... This whole 'live-in' arrangement is merely an excuse."

Upon hearing this, no one dared to protest, even his parents-in-law.

Everyone was aware that Luis was well-off now. This rationale sounded perfectly logical. The idea that he adored his wife so fiercely that he would agree to be a live-in son-in-law was viewed as a commendable trait.

As Luis soaked up the adoration, it was his brother-in-law, Daniel, and sister-in-law, Nancy, who stood the tallest.

They cast icy glares toward Darian, whose mood had soured. Darian chose to ignore them. For a man whose family wealth was dwindling, twenty thousand dollars was a massive sum.

Factor in the drunken, careless remarks he’d made during dinner, which had already circulated, and the situation was dire. Earlier, the Taiga matriarch and his own father had summoned him for a fierce lecture.

At thirty years of age, being accused of having "no upbringing" served as one of the most stinging insults possible. Luis had offered him no offense, and Darian was merely a guest; his words betrayed a complete lack of manners.

Darlan, currently in a fantastic mood, scolded him harshly upon hearing the news. Given his fiery temper, Darlan’s rebukes were blunt, and his expression turned particularly sharp.

Darian might be one to talk back to others, but in front of Darlan, he remained as quiet as a mouse.

Within the Taiga family, Darlan was notorious for his quick temper. In their youth, every one of these nephews had received a thrashing from him.

Even now that his son was grown, Darlan would not hesitate to resort to physical force during a disagreement. The Taiga tradition always preached that sparing the rod would spoil the youth, so the family's disciplinary standards still carried immense weight.

Though Darian did not offer an apology, Luis found the entire spectacle quite satisfying.

Fully fed and intoxicated, only the close relatives remained behind. Card tables were set up in the courtyards, and the games commenced. This was his mother-in-law’s true arena, and she had already joined the fray.

Some men engaged in poker, while others opted for baccarat. The scene was lively, reminiscent of a festive holiday.

Darian’s household had gathered for poker. His sister-in-law and her husband joined them, primarily to gloat over the frustration etched onto Darian’s face.

The form-fitting attire Brooke wore that day was remarkably enticing. As a married woman who had yet to conceive, she possessed a unique, alluring charm, and her efficient secretary persona carried a hint of professional austerity.

She watched her husband with cold detachment as he shouted in a drunken stupor during the card game.

Placing down the fruit she had brought out, she decided to head upstairs for a rest. On the staircase, Luis intercepted her, flashing a lascivious grin.

Recalling the rapid, piston-like thrusts and the overwhelming pleasure caused by that firm cock working inside her, Brooke’s flushed face radiated a sudden spark of lust.

Her legs felt weak beneath her. Merely locking eyes with him for a heartbeat was enough to soak her panties through, a realization she found impossible to believe.

"Sister-in-law, did you miss me?"

Darian’s parents were occupied in the living room, sharing tea with guests. The younger crowd remained loud around the dining tables, ensuring that no one paid attention to their corner.

Luis permitted himself a wicked smile as he pulled her directly into his embrace. Brooke trembled with anxiety. Struggling against her own shame and the mounting tension, she whispered, "Stop this at once! If we are discovered, we are ruined."

"Let us head to your room!"

Luis licked her ear, his grin widening into something more sinister.

Brooke was overcome with panic. She knew this was reckless, but looking at his desire-filled expression, she found herself utterly unable to refuse.

Their bedroom was appointed with romantic decor. The massive, plush bed looked incredibly inviting, and the wedding portrait hanging above the headboard made the illicit situation all the more thrilling.

Luis, an old hand at affairs, spilled a bottle of water in the hallway. If anyone approached, they were guaranteed to slip and create enough noise to warn them.

He left the door ajar to avoid drawing suspicion. Directly beneath the wedding photo, Luis sat boldly on the bed and guided the breathless Brooke—whom he had been ravishing with kisses—toward his groin.

Though nerve-wracked and flustered, Brooke knelt between the man’s legs and obediently extracted his semi-erect cock, taking it into her mouth and beginning to suck.

"Your husband’s breath reeks as if he’s been eating shit!"

Luis hummed in pleasure, his hands slipping inside her neckline, shoving aside her brassiere to grasp and knead her full, bouncy breasts.

Brooke licked his cock, complaining with disdain, "Just pay the idiot no mind. Once he’s drunk, he thinks he is a god. What a pathetic asshole."

"Of course I’m not going to bother with a moron like that!"

"To argue with him would be to lower my IQ to his level, after which he would likely use his idiocy to defeat me."

Luis groaned as he spoke, continuing to play with her breasts while sneering, "Besides, since his wife is sucking my cock with such dedication, how could I possibly hold a grudge?"

Brooke felt a mixture of deep shame and an explosive surge of excitement, her body shivering beyond her control.