Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 591 Spoiled Only Son

"Just lick every drop off!"

Luis stroked her hair while a rather curious thought drifted into his mind.

He had bedded her countless times, and almost every single occasion, Hela was present, observing him use Brook until she reached her breaking point. Yet, it seemed he had somehow never actually finished inside her.

It had reached a bizarre stage where he had effectively subdued her through their intimate encounters, yet she still had failed to appear in his "Affection Through Familiarity" hack, which felt truly absurd.

Since he hadn't climaxed, Luis decided it remained too risky to linger, so he stepped out of the bedroom first. After all, they were guests in someone else's home, and with so many people lurking about, any complications could lead to trouble.

"See you around, sweetheart."

Downstairs, the card game in the dining room was roaring, the competition fierce. Judging by the sour expression on Darian's face, he had clearly dropped a significant sum that evening.

They were occupied with a round of Three-Card Brag, featuring a two-dollar minimum and a twenty-dollar cap. While the rules were reasonably accommodating, allowing players to call or fold at will, a game where the financial swings could easily escalate into the tens of thousands wasn't suited for everyone.

Darian's father hovered behind him, wearing a frown as he advised, "If your luck has run dry, just step away for a bit!"

Darian snapped back irritably, "It is almost midnight. My luck is bound to shift soon. I've already lost over 3,000 dollars; I have to recoup my losses."

Daniel sat nearby, observing the scene with a faint smile, though he was primarily occupied with drinks and conversation among his other cousins.

The one currently dealing with the cards was his sister-in-law, Nancy. She had no real grasp of the game; she had merely joined in on an impulsive whim.

With such a stunning beauty present, the men found it impossible to stay focused, their minds wandering as they gazed at her. The ethereal sister-in-law, even with a bare face, possessed a breathtaking beauty; with even a hint of makeup, she would be completely peerless.

Nevertheless, her luck at the table was abysmal; good fortune simply refused to grace her side.

Six people were in the match. Darian had lost over 3,000 dollars, and his sister-in-law had squandered over 100 dollars without securing a single win. The other four players had already collected their winnings.

One of the men received a call from his wife. As he spoke, he began gathering his belongings, remarking, "The tigress is roaring. I need to make an exit!"

"What a spineless coward. You've completely ruined the vibe!"

Beyond chainsmoking, Darian was also gnawing on betel nuts and gulping down oversized cans of beer. His speech had started to slur noticeably.

The man simply grinned, unbothered by the jab. Stashing his winnings, he whistled a tune as he departed. A casino wouldn’t force someone to remain, let alone a simple family card game.

He immediately turned his attention to Luis. There was no way he could suspect that the other guy had just brought his wife to climax repeatedly. Like the others, he simply assumed Luis had freshly arrived.

Darian waved a hand dismissively. "Hey, live-in son-in-law, join us. The game gets dull without enough players."

He had been cursed like a stray dog only hours earlier, and now he was being tagged with the "live-in son-in-law" label once more. It wasn't as if he lacked a name.

If Luis had previously dismissed him as a fool and felt no need to retaliate, his temper was even more chilled now. After all, he had just savored his wife’s body in his own marital bed, so there was no reason to get agitated.

Luis felt utterly relaxed, yet witnessing this idiot leering at the ethereal sister-in-law felt mildly grating.

What baffled him was Daniel’s amused expression; he seemed entirely unfazed by the situation, which struck Luis as somewhat strange.

Even more peculiar was Daniel calling out to the group, "Let’s head out for some barbecue and another round of drinks. You weaklings haven't improved your liquor tolerance over the years, have you?"

"I am not particularly skilled at this game," Luis replied with feigned humility.

Outside, the younger crowd was enjoying a lively barbecue. Once the group of men dispersed, the atmosphere turned much quieter. Ignoring his own modest disclaimer, Luis pulled up a chair.

He settled down next to Nancy, shifting his seat right beside the ethereal sister-in-law. To any observer, they looked like the perfect golden couple.

Darian sneered, "Is it actually that you are unskilled, or are you just broke?"

The ethereal sister-in-law was immediately displeased. She stood up, placed the few thousand dollars in cash she held in front of Luis, and murmured, "I find this boring. You play instead."

Darian’s remarks were nothing but blatant provocation, and besides, hardly anyone carried hard currency these days.

Luis accepted the cash without hesitation and said, "Sis, I have another 2,000 dollars in my vehicle. Could you fetch it? Mom holds the keys."

"Very well," Nancy replied, turning away to walk out.

Everyone in the room sensed the shift in the air. They were all aware that when Nancy joined the family, she was considered the greatest beauty, and Darlan was incredibly proud of her. She was his crowning jewel.

Nancy’s personality was actually riddled with contradictions. She was vain and materialistic but devoid of cunning; she was aloof and proud, yet her emotional intelligence was noticeably lacking.

Since becoming part of the family, she hadn't formed close bonds with any relatives. She existed as a beautiful vase—a figure to admire from afar. Crucially, she at least showed her in-laws common courtesy.

Because she often treated her husband, Daniel, with cold indifference, everyone kept a respectful distance.

Daniel lacked the nerve to be chauvinistic or boss her around, and Hela wouldn't dare use those psychological tactics to influence her own daughter-in-law. Thus, seeing her obey Luis without a single question seemed unsettling to everyone else.

In reality, Nancy possessed a volatile temper, inheriting her mother’s "tigress" trait, laced with a hint of hysteria and neurosis.

Having been treated as a goddess since childhood, she was accustomed to being the center of the universe. All her admirers, Daniel included, had always handled her with extreme caution.

No one dared to offend or defile the goddess, which fostered her arrogance and shaped her into the person she had become.

Only Luis possessed the shameless audacity required to truly master her. Forget asking permission before their intimate moments; Luis would simply drop his trousers and force her head toward his crotch without uttering a word.

The side of the celestial fairy returning to the mortal world was a transformation only Luis had witnessed, marked by a genuine warmth and affection that even Daniel had never truly discovered.

"Live-in son-in-law, our cap is set at 20 dollars. Are you certain you want to participate?" Darian inquired, a trace of unease in his voice.

The issue was that he had less than a thousand dollars remaining. Following all his bluster, he was starting to feel quite insecure, especially since rumors suggested that the man sitting across from him wasn't exactly destitute.

"It is of no consequence. As long as everyone enjoys themselves," Luis replied, projecting an aura of confidence.

Just then, one of them checked the hour and remarked, "Let’s establish some ground rules: whether we win or lose, we finish at 1 a.m. I have commitments tomorrow."

Darian ground his teeth, then felt compelled to look toward his father. "Dad, can you loan me some more? Let's increase the stakes so I can win it all back."

His father hesitated. "You shouldn't keep gambling. With your current luck..."

"My luck is about to change. Don't speak such unlucky words," Darian retorted.

Darian had two older sisters, both already wedded, whom Luis had met earlier that night. They were typical middle-aged women, the sort who rarely inspired any impure thoughts.

As the youngest sibling and the only son, Darian was the most coddled member of their traditional rural household. To be blunt, even if his parents maintained some shred of rationality, his grandparents certainly did not.