Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 643 Heal

This week, the sister-in-law was caught up in some unknown frenzy of activity. She came and went like a legendary dragon peeking out but hiding its tail, heading out at dawn and stumbling back late at night each day—such intense dedication was truly a rarity.

Saturdays had always been plain and uneventful before. Usually, every family member simply handled their personal affairs independently.

Yet with some newfound cash flowing in, they began cherishing small traditions. Per the mother-in-law's arrangements, that evening's meal was meant to unite the entire family.

This encompassed Nancy, who had already tied the knot elsewhere, and the younger sister-in-law Leah, available only on weekends.

But this particular weekend, the sister-in-law claimed overwhelming busyness and had to head out. Luis, full of curiosity, grilled her mysteriously about her plans, only for the enchanting sister-in-law to flash a vague grin and whisper it was a secret for the moment.

Oddly, Chloe noted that Nancy had reached out to her too, with Deewa present right then.

Details stayed fuzzy, yet Deewa promised to tag along on the outing and spill every juicy bit of gossip to Luis upon their return.

The true nature of the fairy sister-in-law's escapades stayed shrouded, leaving the mother-in-law clearly irritated.

Fortunately, Luis chimed in that he too had commitments Saturday evening, instantly soothing the mother-in-law. Without that, Nancy would have faced a torrent of scolding.

Over this weekend, Luis's spouse Lily had Winslet for companionship, ensuring she wouldn't feel lonely.

Friday evening saw them specially summoning Luis and Lily for a shared dinner. Post-meal, Lily hauled Yana away for a breast massage session.

Clearing blocked breast ducts held scientific merit, yet it dripped with erotic vibes—essentially amounting to intimate molestation.

Yana might usually brush it off casually, but aware of Lily's preferences now, she felt irked by the playful advances.

Lily reveled in the moment completely. With a perfect pretext in hand, why pass up groping Aunt Yana's plush figure for some thrill?

Unbeknownst to Lily, as she toyed with Yana, her own husband was pushing boundaries far further.

Right then, Lily luxuriated in the master bedroom under Yana's skilled hands, while the living room below pulsed with raw eroticism. Winslet, fresh-faced and ablaze with newfound desire, radiated fiery lust.

"Absence sharpens affection" rang truer than ever—their fervor erupted wildly. Ignoring full disrobing in the living room, they stripped to underwear alone before Winslet pounced on Luis.

Oral pleasures flowed, tender strokes ignited, and they tested countless poses. She clamped Luis's underwear between her teeth to stifle her cries.

As a PE major, her athletic frame brimmed with vigor and endurance. She embraced endless stances with bold enthusiasm—who could withstand such allure?

They indulged to the fullest. Time constraints limited them, but Winslet climaxed once, while Luis held back release. Even so, her taut youthful form left him utterly delighted.

Once the massage wrapped up, Yana bolted from the room, cheeks blazing crimson—a clear casualty of intense fondling.

"Cum in me… If Winslet gets pregnant, that'd be trouble…"

"Mom, it's fine. I took the pill. I love the feeling of my brother-in-law cumming inside me."

A perfect tableau of motherly love and daughterly respect. Of course, Luis aimed to spread his bounty evenly. As Winslet wailed through her fifth peak since yesterday, his mightiest burst blasted straight onto her tender cervix.

Her limbs buckled, nearly toppling her. Luis gripped her waist, yanking free his pulsing shaft.

With seamless speed, he drove it deep into Yana's lush, snug nectar core, pounding to unleash his remaining load, sending shivers through her post-climax body.

Ecstasy overwhelmed her to silence, a dribble of saliva escaping her lips, resembling a mindless, ravished vixen.

As that steamy night concluded, Luis slipped into the outfit Yana laid out. Gazing at the bare mother-daughter duo flitting about him, pure bliss filled his heart.

He realized deep down that from this night onward, he ruled this home—the sole dominant male within these walls.

"I'm leaving now!"

"You two get some good rest. Don't drink so much and stay up late anymore, understand?"

Clutching the nude forms of mother and daughter, branded with his bites and traces, Luis swelled with victorious pride.

He alternated deep kisses between them, sealing a final passionate goodbye. Their faces blended bashful fluster with meek surrender once rationality returned—this was life's ultimate high.

Batdek City First Hospital's morning shift swap hit at 7:00 AM, night handover at 10:00 PM.

Typically, hospital gatherings kicked off at 7:00 AM, involving multiple sessions. Beyond admin and support, key medical staff joined too.

In most fields, such assemblies fell on Mondays, but this relentless sector ignored weekends or breaks, making Saturday mornings ideal.

Weekends saw lighter crowds at specialty clinics naturally. Saturday dawns stayed especially calm, freeing up schedules.

Post two back-to-back staff briefings, Hela felt invigorated, not weary—brimming with vitality and zeal.

Though the veteran director hadn't retired formally, he'd long ceased meddling, handing nearly all control to her as deputy head.

With Kai gone and a clean sweep done, Hela solidified her hold on the First Hospital.

Her path to director was secured. The elder showed no desire to extend service; he awaited pension to relocate to a major city and mind his grandkids.

Currently, Hela functioned as the true authority, awaiting just the title.

Crucially, at the recent higher-up review, Mayor's aide Hail headed the group. He remarked warmly to her:

"Luis's wound should be healed by now, right?"

Hela paused briefly, then responded smoothly, "It has healed very nicely!"

"Heh heh, Director Hela's professional skills are indeed excellent. Remembering so many patients' names shows a doctor's compassionate heart."

Onlookers caught the exchange, igniting waves of conjecture in their thoughts.

They knew nothing of this Luis, but grasped that a secretary-general's stature demanded real clout.

In a crowded forum rife with listeners, personal topics stayed off-limits. Hints, if any, came shrouded subtly.

A figure like Hail avoided blatant slips.

No circumstance warranted naming his own kin, much less Waller's boy, in that moment.

His duties lay elsewhere besides. Dropping in unannounced likely wasn't casual power play—the elite favor discretion and modesty.

Behind Secretary Hail's mild facade lurked sharp cunning and profound insight. Errors weren't his style.

The sole reason: a deliberate visit to deliver that precise line.

Such bold openness meant first, he intended them to catch it; second, he feared no repercussions. It signaled Hela's supporters were elite-tier.

All grasped the implication. Outwardly, they feigned ignorance, inwardly aligned. Such networks thrived on silent boundaries.

Since then, Hela's ascent flowed without hitches.