Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 646 Charm~~

Strict hierarchy reigned on the executive floor. When idle, no one dared climb to the topmost level.

The director's office door stood wide open. Luis had been waiting inside already. Spotting Ruth and Brook's return, he greeted them brightly, "Your meeting dragged on way too long. No surprise your stomachs are acting up."

Once the office door shut, Brook felt uneasy and wished to slip away.

Yet Hela addressed her warmly, "Brook, why so tense? Grab a bite. It's rare for this guy to show such care."

Truth be told, with her current rank and status, Hela barely cared for food or drinks. Even if she did, her wealth allowed endless indulgence.

Given Hela's fortune today, which luxury hotel couldn't she book? What rare treat from sea or land was beyond her grasp?

Yet often, the value women placed on gestures held deep meaning. Luis had brought a clay pot brimming with ginseng, black chicken, and abalone soup.

Ingredients hailed from a local market, solid quality. He'd commissioned a familiar restaurant to stew it right, fetching the sealed pot that morning. Far from mere takeout.

"So sweet!"

Hela sipped the soup, her face beaming with delight, unveiling a youthful girlish glow.

"It really is, so sweet~"

Brook ducked her head bashfully, echoing the praise.

In reality, people could be so pitifully simple. This soup held nothing extraordinary.

Every ingredient came from an everyday market, good but common. With real cash, superior rarities were easy to snag.

The key was Luis enlisting his go-to restaurant to simmer it from dawn. Ample cooking time ensured, yet akin to standard home cooking.

True distinction lay in skipping takeout boxes. Luis delivered the clay pot personally, and beneath it, during their meeting, a portable burner maintained perfect warmth.

The process avoided pre-packaged kits, outshining chemical quick-fixes.

The process avoided pre-packaged kits, outshining chemical quick-fixes.

The cookware sat there plainly, radiating genuine effort. Above all, they knew Luis had zero need for such ploys to seduce women.

Savoring the tasty chicken soup alongside hot beef buns, simple and humble, but impossible to resist.

After wiping her lips clean, Hela blinked and instructed, "Brook, check the outpatient department's status."

"Okay!"

Brook caught on quick. Without extra chatter, she exited right away.

Though forced into intimacy with Luis, she'd come to crave his dominance, adoring surrender under his fierce passion.

Even so, granting them alone time was proper. Likely matters to discuss excluding her. She grasped that much.

She cleared the table, set leftovers by the door, then sealed it seamlessly.

Only now did Hela melt fully, murmuring softly, "Darling, you're incredible. My daughter-in-law's been no issue. Lately, I learned she hit a bar, met my son, yet stayed calm. How'd you pull that off?"

"It's my charm~"

Luis flashed a sly, hungry smirk, adding, "Your daughter-in-law will soon share your bed as sisters. A little more push from me, and it's done."

"You filthy, twisted pervert!"

Hela couldn't resist scolding him. But recalling her son's constant pairing with that youth, always together like lovers, she sighed helplessly.

Unsure how to handle it, a sigh escaped. At least it beat a massive uproar or family shame.

Moreover, despite doting on her son, they couldn't fault Nancy truly.

This daughter-in-law shone like a heavenly goddess. Well-raised, she shunned dubious spots rarely.

No dubious companions either. Lazy sure, but homebound, no wandering. That comforted them.

Her son started it, caught cheating in bed. Undeniable fact.

Luis had sown the seeds early with mind games. Brother-in-law and sister-in-law ties bred natural tension. Thus, bound to happen.

Hela nestled straight into Luis's embrace, sighing. "As long as Nancy stays quiet, I'll hide it from Darlan somehow."

"I can't even picture the fallout if Darlan ever discovered this. That temper of his…"

Holding her voluptuous, ripe figure close, Luis found himself unable to resist getting touchy.

Yet Hela swatted his naughty hand aside and whined playfully, "Quit fondling me. I'm on my period. No action possible..."

"Fine, just let me feel them then..."

Her lab coat hung open, buttons loose, bra shoved up. Those ample breasts, bearing faint traces of earlier kisses, now played in his grasp for his pleasure.

Hela let out a moan, her features radiating alluring temptation, and remarked, "You filthy pervert. You've slept with me and my sister. You've bedded my nephew's wife. And now you're after my daughter-in-law too."

"Does our entire family owe you a debt or what?"

Her words carried an unavoidable tinge of sadness.

Though she herself had thrust Brook toward Luis back then, it was purely to safeguard their secret.

Being a wedded woman, exposure would spark massive scandal and damage her professional life.

Luis grinned without shame, dipped his head to lap at her smooth, sweet, soft breasts, and mocked, "What's wrong, feeling jealous? Jealous over your own daughter-in-law, really?"

"Plus, if I don't step in, who knows if some stranger might lure her away?"

"That'd turn into a huge joke for all to mock. You want that kind of wild, tangled brawl?"

At their age, folks had witnessed every oddity imaginable.

Hospitals brewed endless soap-opera twists. So much twisted drama unfolded that everyone grew desensitized.

Affairs like brother-in-law with sister-in-law, brother with sister-in-law, even father-in-law and daughter-in-law… they all seemed routine.

In her heart, she sided with Luis. Given no divorce, containing the threat internally proved wisest.

Nancy's bodily urges would surely arise. Be it vengeance or isolation, seeking another guy risked unknown fallout.

Bets sparked robberies, desire ignited killings. When passion overtook a woman, no line remained uncrossed.

Better to quietly let her paramour charm the daughter-in-law than face uproar and clashes.

Above all, she sensed Nancy's budding affection for the brother-in-law, evident in her tender demeanor toward him.

From any woman's view, pitting son against lover was night versus day.

Her boy had a clean face and decent looks, sure, but fell short everywhere else.

Full faith rested in her man. With their bond already flirtatious, claiming the daughter-in-law was just time away.

Moreover, she trusted his allure would hook the daughter-in-law utterly upon success, erasing worries of outsiders.

Crucially, brother-in-law and sister-in-law ties stood unbreakable, utterly secure.

Only if Nancy risked severing family bonds with sister and mother-in-law, shaming herself publicly to snatch the man.

Else, the liaison stayed concealed eternally, entombed in secrecy, far from exposure.

Absent divorce, this setup offered peak stability and perfection.

Sole peril lay in getting busted mid-act. Yet public shame would burden the Wood clan, likely pleading for mercy amid ruin.

Securing the union concealed her son's gay truth. Then none could fault Nancy for taking a lover.

Every viewpoint confirmed her paramour as the ultimate, securest pick.