Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 644 Improper But Full Of Love

"Shoot it inside me... if I get pregnant, it will be troublesome..."

"Mom, it's okay, he took pills... He loves the feeling of the brother-in-law cumming inside me."

Such a loyal mother and daughter pair. Luis, of course, desired to shower equal affection on them both. Precisely as Maria hit her fifth climax since the previous day amid screams of pure bliss, the strongest burst of semen blasted right into her tender womb.

Her legs buckled, almost sending her tumbling down, yet Luis grabbed her waist and swiftly withdrew his cock.

Next, he plunged fiercely into Yana, the mother's, juicy, snug, and perfectly soaked pussy, thrusting vigorously to unleash the remaining load, causing her entire frame to shudder while she surfed another intense orgasm.

Overwhelmed by pleasure, she couldn't utter a word, drool trickling from her lips' edge, resembling a lust-maddened female driven to ecstasy.

Once that scorching night concluded, he slipped into the outfit she had laid out. Observing the nude mother and daughter bustling about him sparked immense delight in Luis.

Deep down, he understood perfectly that from this night onward, he ruled this household as its sole dominant male.

"I'm leaving now!!"

"You two rest up properly. No more heavy drinking or late nights, understand?"

Embracing their bare forms, marked all over with his love bites, Luis brimmed with immense pride right then.

He planted kisses on them alternately, indulging in one final fervent goodbye. Witnessing their shy, flushed awakening paired with utter obedience marked the pinnacle of his existence.

Morning shift changes at Bathek City's First Hospital occurred at seven a.m., with night shifts handing over at ten p.m.

In general, hospital gatherings kicked off at seven each morning, involving multiple sessions. Logistics, supervisors, and key medical personnel all joined in.

While other fields schedule these on Mondays, this relentless job with scarce days off made Saturday mornings ideal.

Come the weekend, specialist clinic visitors dwindled naturally. Saturday a.m.s proved especially calm, freeing up time for all.

Having sat through back-to-back internal conferences, Hela felt no fatigue whatsoever. Instead, exhilaration and vigor surged through her.

Though the veteran dean hadn't formally retired, he'd long ceased meddling in operations, handing nearly full control to her as deputy dean number one.

With Kai gone and a complete cleanup executed, her foothold at the First Hospital stood rock-solid.

The upcoming deanship lay firmly in her hands. The old dean, uninterested in extensions, simply awaited retirement to relocate to a top city and aid his daughter with her kids.

Hela now effectively led as top authority, awaiting only the formal decree.

Most crucially, in the recent higher-up review, Hail—the mayor's secretary—headed the group and warmly remarked to her:

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

Hela froze briefly, then grasped the subtext and responded promptly: "It has healed very well!"

"Hehe, the Dean's expertise is truly top-notch. Recalling countless patients' names reflects a healer's true empathy."

This display prompted the rest to whisper speculations.

Though clueless about Luis's identity, they grasped one fact: no mere brute climbs to secretary general.

In a packed public forum, airing personal topics was improper. Any undertone stayed veiled as a gentle nudge.

A figure like Hail wouldn't blunder so carelessly.

Under special conditions, neither his son nor Waller's would merit mention there.

Plus, that domain wasn't Hail's turf. His abrupt appearance likely went beyond flexing influence. Power ascends favor restraint and modesty.

Secretary Hail appeared mild-mannered, yet harbored a terrifyingly shrewd intellect. Such slips weren't his style.

The sole rationale: he arrived deliberately to deliver that precise line.

He voiced it boldly because, one, he meant for them to hear, and two, he feared no repercussions, signaling Hela's supporters were far from average.

Deep in their hearts, everyone grasped the truth. Outwardly, they acted deaf to it, yet all recognized the reality. This bunch shied away from airing such topics in the open.

From that point forward, Hela's road became utterly unobstructed.

In the First Hospital, she'd tackled virtually every challenge through her personal prowess. Without interference from higher-ups or the abrupt insertion of some external appointee, she could pour all her energy into overseeing operations.

"Dean, you've worked hard!!"

"Dean, I'll revise that plan right away and submit it for your review again."

"Dean, the suggestion you made is absolutely correct. We'll make the changes immediately."

Hela felt enveloped in a warm spring gust. Her staff hustled to serve her while slipping in clever praises.

She saw through every bit of it, but clutching real authority brought pure bliss. Pointless nitpicks or minor flubs weren't worth her effort to call out.

Her mental state had transformed entirely now.

Past pressures had crushed her relentlessly. Hormones haywire, she spiraled into frenzy, temper flaring wildly—like full-blown menopause.

Not merely Kai's crew; even loyalists like Brook treaded lightly, dreading a misstep that'd unleash her savage wrath.

With foe Kai finally vanquished, the weight vanished. Yet plummeting from max strain to utter calm didn't always bode well for the psyche.

Plainly put, after that rollercoaster surge and crash, Hela's inner turmoil had only swelled.

She fretted over shouldering Kai's former workload. Post-purge of his allies, shakes in staffing still haunted her.

Besides, ousting Kai offered no ironclad security for her role. Suppose a connected stranger swooped in to command? Her anxiety spiked beyond Kai's reign.

Truth was, droves above her boasted tenure, prestige, and titles—minus any true sway.

As the old adage warns, better a humble monk in a vast temple than head priest in a shack. Upper tiers overflowed with honorees stripped of clout.

Claiming top or second spot in a potent hub like this trumped hollow ranks. That plump prize lured countless hunters. Kai's fall didn't scare off the lurking wolves.

Stress doubled over. Back then, Hela's thoughts roared in chaos.

Luis had morphed into her prime outlet for tension. Yanking Brook into the fray smacked of mania too.

Hail's emergence flipped the script.

She knew full well her ties never reached Hail's stratosphere. Indeed, her network and assets rendered such a bridge well-nigh impossible.

Her spouse might yearn to aid, but clashing careers and segregated circles doomed his efforts.

Hail citing Luis outright revealed the real savior.

Hail's declaration nailed it shut. Fears of a wired outsider dropping in evaporated.

She immersed fully in revamping hospital affairs. All flowed seamlessly—her career's coziest phase yet.

She got that this scoundrel lusted after her, utterly unseemly, yet his overtures pulsed with genuine fondness.

Hela owned her flaws outright. Talent? Undeniable. But system links? Meager. Mental fortitude? Feeble—a glaring chink.

She felt profoundly stirred, far beyond the bedroom thrills.