Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 620 Darling~ No Mood~

A soft gasp slipped from her lips, her body writhing uneasily as she shot a nervous glance at the bedroom, begging in a whisper, "Darling, not here…"

"Any other time, you could have done as you pleased, and I never turned you down, but at this moment, I truly lack the desire for it…"

"No desire? Then allow me some brief enjoyment, and we can continue our chat."

Without shame, Luis kept fondling her ample breasts, a cunning smile creeping over his features as he slid a hand beneath her panties, starting to tease her intimately. With a vulgar chuckle, he said:

"Your daughter-in-law is surprisingly compliant with me…"

"You saw it clearly from your son's behavior just before…"

"Yes, I'm the primary investor in that bar, that's part of it…"

"But the big G I got for my mother-in-law, your daughter-in-law has been the one using it; even my own wife has grumbled about it."

Hela's breaths came quicker. She planted kisses on Luis's face and questioned in a quivering tone, "Can it really… work?!"

"As long as she stays silent to the family… I, I can handle hiding it from Darlan on my side…"

Hela started to drown in rising desire too. Right then, the master bedroom door swung open. The pair pulled apart with perfect synchronization, creating some space between them in a flash.

Her messy hair was now bundled up, yet her cheeks remained rosy, with hints of tears lingering in her eyes.

The instant Nancy emerged, she saw Daniel was missing. She looked at her mother-in-law on the couch and her brother-in-law but didn't suspect a thing.

Letting out a sorrowful sigh, she murmured, "I'm sorry, Mother-in-law, I was just overcome with emotion earlier."

"No need to apologize, Daughter-in-law. It's all that scoundrel Daniel's doing. You bear no blame…"

The warm rapport between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law painted a touching picture; anyone ignorant of the facts would feel profoundly touched.

Nancy approached and shared a few words, timidly proposing she head to her family home for a few days to settle her nerves.

Previously, such a move would have been unthinkable, not because Darlan and Hela were overly traditional or rigid.

The key issue was Nancy's shallow, luxury-loving personality. With property values nearly twice as high in this area compared to hers, she had always refused to return and squeeze into a room with her younger sister.

Now, with her private space assured, her suggestion felt entirely sensible, a smart way to ease tensions in this stormy phase.

The biggest reason was her growing habit of slipping away now and then since starting her fling with her brother-in-law, making it seem routine.

Exiting so quickly, despite washing her face and neatly securing her hair to mask any mess, she couldn't conceal the glow of fulfilled ecstasy on her features.

Normally, it would catch anyone's eye right away. Yet in that instant, the usually astute Hela overlooked it.

The cause was straightforward: her mind was burdened with too many concerns. She juggled endless variables and risks, all while shielding her son and concealing matters from her husband.

It formed a nightmarish tangle, enough to cloud even her brilliant intellect.

Her mind spun in total chaos.

Swallowed by the crisis, she missed the obvious signs before her.

Thus, she truly detected nothing amiss.

On a typical day, her keen instincts let her spot from a woman's walk in the clinic if she'd just been intimate, and if it had been deeply satisfying.

The damp strands in her daughter-in-law's hair and the blush on her cheeks struck her as marks of anguished sobs and shouts, not passion.

Those traces of intense feeling, far from warning her, only bred doubt—a rare lapse for her.

Hela appeared to exhale in relief. Witnessing Nancy's calm return mattered most; to them, this daughter-in-law was all looks and no depth, a vain soul.

They swapped some idle chatter, and surprisingly, Nancy's performance shone brightly this time.

Tears shimmered in her eyes as she nibbled her lip quietly, holding back her complaints. It rang utterly convincing.

Luis jumped in at once, declaring, "It's wise for my sister-in-law to take a break and gather her thoughts. And don't rush into divorce talks either."

"Head home and relax first. Wait for me downstairs; I need a quick word with Aunt Hela."

"Mom, I'll head down then!!"

With that, Nancy grabbed her bag. Pausing at the threshold with a woebegone look, she added, "Brother-in-law, Mother-in-law, please no arguing."

"No arguing, rest easy!!!"

"Wait just a moment, I'll join you shortly…"

The second the door shut behind her, a sultry smirk lit Nancy's face. She brushed off her fake tears, clutched the big G keys, and swelled with triumph, every worry evaporating.

A touch of bliss warmed her chest too. She mused that this mess was a blessing; otherwise, her brother-in-law might never have committed to taking her fully.

She hurried downstairs, focused solely on aiding her brother-in-law's plans.

By now, marriage or divorce meant little. Even if Daniel learned of the affair, they could simply hash it out.

If it were another woman's spouse, she'd pull out all stops to lure him. But this was her sister's man…

That alone sapped her drive completely. So she chose to nurture their hidden romance…

Should Daniel discover it, what harm? Just a frank discussion, right?

Earlier, one fear lingered: dodging Daniel's advances without a good reason.

Worst case, she'd grit her teeth through it—like a fleeting shadow—and beg pardon from her beloved brother-in-law after…

After all, turning down her legal husband proved tough…

But now, such humiliation seemed avoidable. Her first idea was swift divorce, then home, free to indulge with her brother-in-law sans rivalry fears.

Yet Daniel's outburst sparked a reminder. Her brother-in-law had lavished her with cash: first the Cayenne, then the big G.

Latest came the bar funds, all poured into her ventures. Without her, he'd never have shelled out so much.

For all Nancy's stunning yet superficial traits, she stayed razor-sharp on such topics.

Her cutthroat workplace honed that edge. Her deepest regret? Urging him early on to chase Chloe, sparking his supposed downfall.

Beyond that, she knew his charm, handsome face, and bedroom skills left few women unmoved, even without the wealth.

His stable finances made him utterly captivating.

She'd long pondered what her plain sister—lacking curves or beauty—offered to win his hand in marriage.

Truth be told, attired right, his physique and allure screamed premium catch. He'd dominate as a high-end companion…

What qualified her second sister Lily? Those stubby legs, barely-there A-cup chest, and formless rear…

The notion always jolted her. Though taboo, facts stared plainly.

She merely savored the affair, not craving marriage… Should her sister learn, she might even rejoice—no real threat lurking.

Nancy glided downstairs, mind buzzing with schemes, sweetness still tingling.

Inside the flat, door secured, Hela shed her mother-in-law facade. She exuded seductive allure then.

"Darling, forgive me, I'm truly… so rattled, not much desire left in me."

Hela murmured with a gentle sigh. Luis held back, simply embracing her while softly kissing her cheeks. "We've stabilized things for now, but what about down the line?"

"Down the line?"

Hela queried, puzzled.