Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 611 Mission Update!

As soon as they climbed into the car, Leah burst out unexpectedly, "So it's this model? You didn't take the Benz, brother-in-law—is this one borrowed?"

"Yeah, it's borrowed. Your sister uses that other car for her commute. Does this one have some issue?"

Luis responded without thinking.

Honestly, this vehicle felt every bit as strange to him as it did to them. Every guy senses that odd, tough-to-describe vibe right when he grips the steering wheel.

To start, the instant he tugged the door handle, he knew it was a luxury ride—but the door failed to shut with a firm, satisfying clunk, showing the latch was worn from gentle closes, probably by a female driver.

Next, his foot hit the pedals and he paused. The gas and brake featured cute decorations, screaming young girl owner.

Pulling the handbrake brought the same feeling—no personalized tweaks that come with a car fitted to your tastes.

On performance and handling, it offered zero command. Even a well-kept bumper car drove smoother than this mess.

Simply put, this was a chick's car—and one trashed in that classic feminine style. Take it to a shop, and mechanics would scowl, refusing to touch it.

Fixing it would run pricier than its value; ignoring it would leave no excuse. Chat specs or problems with the owner, and expect a scolding.

"What's wrong with this damn car?"

Right as Luis hit the road, curses nearly escaped his lips.

The engine roared like junk—no oil change in ages. The carburetor racket was unreal. For its league, upkeep should be flawless, yet flooring it made the exhaust belch like a farm tractor.

Leah, buzzing with thrill, chimed in, "You had no idea? My second sister adores this car."

"Lily told you that?"

Luis showed some surprise. He'd quizzed his wife earlier on her car prefs, but she claimed ignorance about vehicles.

"Yeah, Second Sister says this car's super cute."

Leah babbled happily. "Plus it's tiny, perfect for parking. She admits her skills suck, so this makes her way less nervous behind the wheel."

Avery laughed too. "I love it! So petite and sweet—far cuter than Benzes or BMWs."

The pair kept jabbering, while Luis silently filed it away.

He first let them off at Avery's to grab outfits. School bags stayed at campus with only homework fetched, so packing stayed simple.

Clothes were a breeze too. School meant uniforms mostly. Summer just needed extra undies and tank tops—wash at home, then return them.

Packing took no time, hitting just after four. Hunger gnawed at all three fiercely.

Post last night's wild romp, they'd crashed hard without a bite. Luis's stomach growled so loud, no lust stirred in him.

They picked the quickest spot—a tea house—and ordered freely.

"I want braised pork rib rice. I'll have a bowl of beef brisket noodles."

After the girls picked, Luis gestured grandly, adding, "Roasted meat platter, white-cut chicken, spicy braised beef, teriyaki chicken rice bowl."

"Double-boiled soup: black chicken with American ginseng. Plus three watermelon juices, thanks."

They wolfed it down like beasts, girls ignoring etiquette, faces beaming with joy.

Past five now, time remained. Luis took them to the nearest massive mall for a snack spree.

School arrival at 7:40. Parents swarmed drop-offs, teachers guarded the entrance. Classmates wandered by, blocking any real kiss farewell.

They tossed air kisses instead, linking hands into campus. Recalling last night's insane bliss, Luis's face twisted into a sly, perverted smirk.

He texted a vid of two chicks together to tease, hyped for next weekend already.

Car returned, he headed home to chill. Luis pulled up the system panel to count rewards.

Backpack held: Aphrodisiac Incense (Male) x1, Momotaro Rice Ball (Animal Version), one Random Mystery Box, plus spare attribute points.

Total pain… Mystery boxes stayed scarce. Luis checked missions pronto.

It bugged him that mother-in-law's favorability hung at 98%. Digits looked fuzzy, like ready to move, but nothing worked to push it.

Craving more boxes, he eyed the surest mission win.

Scanning options, sister-in-law looked simplest—just dodge the welfare task by skipping "daddy" call.

He dialed her. She stayed cryptic, tied up in the capital, told him hold tight till return. Luis scratched head—if no boxes soon, even bedding her left no Blackmail Hack trade.

Money aside, Luis felt penniless. One box remaining equaled total ruin.

While Luis stewed, his eyes sparked wildly.

"Ding… Mission update for the voluptuous, charming mother-in-law: double rewards available for both main quest and side quest."

"Ding… Sister flower blowjob service. Complete it and give them a facial. Mission reward: 6 million dollars and one mystery box."

Holy shit… Easiest mission ever? Proximity breeds opportunity—he'd already tangled physically with these stunning mature sisters. Blowjob seemed doable.

Proper lady sister-in-law Eloise dodged him recently. Her shy vibe only fanned Luis's dirty desires fiercer.

Mother-in-law basked in bliss lately but slacked on him. Time to lavish her focus.

"Mom, where are you?!"

Luis rang to gauge first. As expected, mother-in-law dove into cards. Teahouse staffed fully for shifts now, less chaos than before.

Sister-in-law Eloise just verified books, no full-time anchor needed. Non-holiday meant no all-day stay.

She lounged home, so Luis grinned devilishly. "Mom, why not call her over tonight?"

"You naughty man, what are you scheming?"

"Nothing big, just missing you two."

"Aren't you scared Lily catches on? Your aunt avoids our house now."

"Mom, come on. I miss you too."

Persistent sweet-talk won her over to invite. Luis then phoned wife Lily for her schedule, plotting night's charm assault.

Wife headed home tonight, but her call shared news pumping his veins.

Chloe planned stay-soon—or Lily might crash there. Chloe battled blocked milk ducts; Lily's know-how let her massage relief.