Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 590 Fuck Brook~~

According to Hela, Brook has taken up permanent residence in the hospital quarters. While her family’s old countryside estate was undeniably opulent, it proved far too inconvenient for her daily commute.

She also owned a matrimonial apartment within the city, but it was currently occupied by tenants. Her husband, Darian, possessed a regrettable set of vices; he was dangerously addicted to gambling and derived a strange pleasure from instigating chaos whenever he drank.

Whenever the two were in the same room, a heated argument was sure to follow. It was common knowledge that Darian had squandered his youth as a delinquent, leaving his constitution ravaged by chronic alcoholism and debauchery. Even his current regimen of traditional herbal medicine offered little in the way of recovery.

Their marriage had effectively become a facade. Despite pressure from their elders to conceive, Brook consistently declined to fall pregnant. A recent medical evaluation had confirmed that Darian faced his own physiological shortcomings.

"Wife? Are you there?"

Darian’s voice rang out from the staircase. His speech was slurred from drink, though he remained somewhat lucid.

Brook stiffened, a look of pure shock crossing her features. Luis, well-versed in the arts of infidelity, acted instinctively; he seized her hand and hauled the panicked woman into the washroom, swiftly turning the lock behind them.

"Are you in the restroom, dear?"

"What is it now? Can a person not even find a moment of peace in the washroom?"

Brook’s mature form shuddered with a potent mixture of raw nerve and anticipation, her muscles coiled tight. She cast a desperate, pleading glance over her shoulder, mouthing a silent protest at Luis to refrain from any risky behavior.

However, the sight of her husband’s shadow through the gap under the door seemed to transform the man into a depraved, reckless beast.

He forced her to lean forward, bracing her hands against the door while elevating her hips. With a smirk of triumph, Luis stripped away her damp lace undergarments and leaned in to whisper against her ear, "Soaked through, are you? Does committing adultery right under your husband’s nose provide such a thrill?"

"No..."

The woman’s voice was barely a whisper, thick with overwhelming shame.

Luis’s hands roamed freely across her skin, efficiently unstrapping her dress. Her bra loosened, slipping down to her elbows and unveiling a pair of perfectly sculpted breasts that immediately became his playthings.

Brook's bosom, a modest C-cup, fit snugly within his palm. Having never borne children, her skin remained remarkably firm and supple.

Her petite nipples, a soft shade of pink, were a primary source of sensitivity. As he grazed them with a firm pinch, she was forced to clamp a hand over her mouth to suppress a cry.

Luis lifted her skirt, laying her vulnerability bare. He brushed the tip of his member against her glistening labia before driving into her with a single, practiced motion of his hips.

Her tight, heated passage enveloped him completely, clinging to him with a velvet intensity that sent shivers of pleasure through them both.

A thin wooden door was the only barrier between the couple. Darian could never have conceived that his despised son-in-law was currently ravaging his wife while he wandered the halls.

"Darling, where did you stash the cash? Father mentioned he sent ten thousand this month, correct?"

Driven by the desperation of his recent gambling losses, Darian rummaged through the furniture outside, his tone frantic as he hunted for a way to recoup capital.

Luis intensified his rhythm, clutching her breasts firmly as he teased, "Your husband seems interested in a response."

With those words, he quickened his tempo. Brook let out a stifled groan, sinking her teeth into her lip to maintain her composure. Her breathing hitched, her complexion flushing a deep, passionate crimson.

She labored to keep her mind sharp, calling out in an unnervingly natural tone, "You've managed to lose it all again, haven't you?"

She yearned to simply hand over the money to see him gone, but she knew an overly submissive attitude might rouse his suspicion. She opted for a sharp, defensive edge to her voice instead.

A grin played on Luis’s lips as he savored her performance. He couldn't help but admire the sheer capability of women to maintain such composure while mid-betrayal.

"Don't interrogate me; I need that money to win my fortune back."

Darian’s voice sounded impatient as he paced near the door.

By then, Luis had forced Brook into a kneeling position. He gripped her hips, squatting low to facilitate a rapid, aggressive rhythm.

His rod hammered deep with every thrust. Brook, face bright red, buried her face in her hands, near the brink of losing all inhibition.

Her voice trembled as she finally relented, "It’s in the wardrobe... in the top drawer."

Darian, intoxicated and oblivious, didn't stop to question her. The desperate gambler hurried off to claim his funds before heading downstairs. As the sound of his receding footsteps faded...

Brook’s rigid frame finally sagged with a soft, involuntary moan. She began to sway her hips instinctively, matching his movements while pleading in a whisper, "Please... finish quickly. I’m terrified."

She knew better than to test Luis’s stamina. While her husband could gamble for hours, being caught in an affair would mean instant ruin.

"Your words say you’re afraid, but your body says otherwise. Your fluids are wetting the floor, dear... It seems this illicit affair really excites you, doesn't it?"

"Doesn't it feel electric? Speaking to your husband while your lover is deep inside you?"

Taunted thus, a sob-like cry escaped Brook as a powerful, tidal orgasm seized her.

"Darling... I, I can't take it!!"

The washroom door swung open. Luis pushed her forward as he continued his assault. In this position, he drove himself in deep, and as she reached her climax, she felt her very conscious grip on reality beginning to splinter.

Her legs turned to jelly, and she staggered, unable to hold her own weight. Had Luis not gripped her chest so securely, she would have slumped to the tiles.

"Sister-in-law... is this all you have? One orgasm and you're finished?"

Reflecting on her life with Hela, he wondered if she acted so restricted in front of her family. She had always been obedient, yet strangely lacks the fire of true desire, constantly restraining herself.

With no one else nearby, it was time for her to fully indulge.

Her garments lay discarded as she returned to the matrimonial bed, an exposed offering. Reaching for her, he maintained their connection, thrusting forcefully from behind.

Every strike of his member hit her core, the wet, rhythmic sound of their meeting flesh filling the silence. He held her hips, pounding until Brook, though biting down on her own clothing to mute her cries, was lost in the throes of mounting intensity.

A second, then a third wave of ecstasy hit her, until she was limp as water beneath him.

"Little darling, your appetite for this really is quite vast."

This woman lacked true experience, and her technique was delightfully raw. Even as she tried to accommodate him, her reactions betrayed her clumsiness, entirely unequipped for such aggressive, primal passion.

The wine from earlier kept Luis going long, though the inherent danger of the situation added a delicious layer of frustration to his own release.

The tension only heightened Brook's sensitivity, causing her to peak with extraordinary speed—a benefit of sleeping with a married woman he had come to appreciate.

He guided her head down toward his waist. Brook, ever dutiful, took him into her mouth, her efforts hesitant but earnest as she mumbled, "Darling... please, just let go, okay?"