Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 610 Borrow The Car!!!

Luis fired off a swift reply: No need, I'll take her back to school.

Blanche's side stayed silent. At that moment, they spotted the clock nearing 3:30. Letting out a sharp "Ah!", they panicked slightly and rushed Luis off to clean himself up.

Sunday attendance at No. 1 High School kicked off at six, leaving plenty of time with two and a half hours to spare, yet they still needed to head home, grab their stuff, and grab dinner, making it tight.

Luis had the schedule down pat: no cafeteria on Sunday evenings, so eating first and stocking up on snacks was essential to bring along.

A steamy shared bath? Last night's wild vibe hadn't led to one, and now fully sober, it was even less likely.

Luis just quickly brushed his teeth and splashed water on his face before stepping out. The girls dashed right to the bathroom, shut the door, and fumbled around in a hurry. Luis sparked a cigarette, checked the time, and grabbed his phone.

"Well, well, a rare visitor!"

"You're not the one getting visits, that line's bound to cause mix-ups."

After some light teasing, Luis got serious: "You at the hotel today?"

"Yep, why? Didn't book here last night? You at Ocean World?"

Bella nailed it with her sharp guess.

"Yeah, gotta borrow your car."

Luis had no choice; he hadn't brought his own ride last night.

Back home, the Benz G-Wagon remained his sister-in-law's personal whip. She wouldn't let even Daniel, who eyed it hungrily, touch the wheel, much less outsiders.

His wife now zipped around in that Benz C-Class for work commutes. For the safety of the pregnant little lady, it beat the rickety e-scooter hands down, and Luis tried not to bug her for the keys.

It looked like he'd have to snag another vehicle—not for his own drives, but for his mother-in-law, though time had slipped away.

"What about my Ferrari? It's in for servicing today. Nina headed to the capital for me, so I'm rolling in one of her Porsches—a 911. Wanna take that?"

Her tone carried a hint of hesitation, nearly bringing tears to Luis's eyes.

Having been broke forever, he didn't even recognize her Ferrari model, yet here she was wondering if he'd snub a 911.

Truth be told, he sort of would... Sure, his auto shop days gave him book smarts on cars, but zero hands-on supercar driving. Crashing wouldn't cost him cash, but adjusting to it might spark trouble, a total hassle.

"Got anything else? Sports cars aren't my thing."

Luis admitted feebly. Even a humble repair joint like his stuck to its guns; tuning a van to Ferrari vibes? Easy peasy.

But luxury beasts like that? Untouchable. And if one showed up for fixes, you'd shy away—way too much drama.

Interior quirks? Pros struggled with those odd English markings unlike everyday rides. Driving felt off, pure embarrassment.

"Oh, alright, hold on, I'll check."

He caught her switching to the office line without hanging up: "Vice President Winslet, you drive in today?"

"Oh, perfect, thanks."

Bella jumped in right away: "Beetle's available. Not too showy, yeah?"

Luis realized she'd got it wrong, assuming his home life demanded low-key rides over flashy ones.

But he skipped the clarification and said straight: "Bring it to the front, drop the keys at reception. Room number... I'll grab it soon and return it tonight."

"Okay!!"

Bella acted fast and clicked off.

Luis yawned big, chugged half a bottle of mineral water, then waited some more before firing up another smoke. Right then, Avery emerged from the bathroom, towel-drying her hair.

Two steamy nights in, they acted like seasoned spouses—no more bashfulness as she strolled out towel-wrapped, grumbling about Leah's endless showers.

Once dry, she hunted for her outfit. Luis got a naughty spark, waved his cig, beckoned her close: "Baby, over here!"

Avery came without hesitation.

Luis leered at his rock-hard, ready-to-go cock, and the sweetie flashed a hesitant grin: "Brother-in-law... next week okay? Check the clock."

Credit where due—a good girl stayed true. Ditching class? Never crossed her mind, nor faking sick. To her orderly brain, skipping for fun was absurd.

Plus, last night's ecstasy left her steps wobbly, barely improved from her first time.

"Baby, just a quick lick till Bunny finishes up!"

"Please... Daddy's aching, your sweet lips are unbeatable, baby."

Luis's sweet talk melted her resistance instantly. First crushes hit hard, especially for her cute nature against a wolf like him.

Dressed to the nines, Avery dropped to her knees. Luis loomed over, scrolling his phone, savoring her tiny, cherry mouth enveloping and teasing his length.

"Baby, your cock's soaked in your cum flavor, ya know."

"Licking like a pro. We gotta do titjobs more next round..."

"How many orgasms hit you last night? Over five for sure..."

Dirty chatter flowed nonstop. Sober and blushing furiously, Avery kept her gaze down, clueless the fiend was filming every HD second.

Off it went to her mom. Luis layered on with a shaky whisper: "Baby, you can level up still. Mommy's blowjobs are next level."

That zinger poked at both her and Blanche. Predictably, mom's end went radio silent.

"Hey, time to roll!"

The now-clear-headed sister emerged towel-clad and shy. Spotting the action, cheeks aflame, she play-scolded to hurry them.

Luis grinned low, eased off, stroked Avery's cheek tenderly, then sent her to dress.

Everything squared away, they hit the Ocean World desk. The shy pair had bolted outside already. Bill settled, Luis dropped his room info and snagged the keys.