Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 647 No Other Women... Just You And Me

A seductive moan escaped Hela's lips as she cast a playful glare at Luis, feigning a scolding tone. "Honestly, I truly can't figure out what debt from a past life I owe you, you wicked man."

"What debt? It's just natural affection from our closeness."

"Oh, be quiet. You've fucked your own asshole, screwed your little sister, and now you won't let your daughter-in-law off either. If that's not a debt of sin, what is?"

While they bantered lightly, their hands kept wandering restlessly. Her phone rang, prompting Luis to halt his teasing. He planted a kiss on her lips as he assisted with her clothes, then departed ahead.

Hela's demeanor reassured Luis completely. With her showing no resistance, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law mission was surely within his grasp.

The Widow's Spring, along with Fuck Your Mother... both side quests got put on hold for now.

Putting them on hold just meant they could restart later, so Luis had no intention of ignoring them.

Even sans the locked rewards from missions, with emotions this deep already, he had to devote more steamy moments to them to keep the bond alive.

After all, women flourish on the excitement of reuniting after parting, and bursts of intense passion now and then are vital.

For a man, pleasing them stands as a duty he can't shirk. Cycling among them ensures lasting novelty. Even a heavenly stunner might grow boring with daily encounters.

"I have work this afternoon..."

Hela murmured reluctantly.

In reality, she loved making love to her paramour right in the office. Firstly, the setting thrilled her, and secondly, it melted away her stress like nothing else.

At home once, that Zester family geezer nearly busted her affair. Scary yet exhilarating. Without her sister's presence, he might have grown wary.

Getting pounded alongside her sister sparked excitement too, though deep shame lingered. Sparingly was okay; too frequent, and she feared her sister might get bold enough to boss her around completely.

Reflecting on it, the peak satisfaction came during those hotel days when she was handled like a lust-crazed bitch...

Recalling how her hidden cravings were drawn out sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through her. That marked her honest reckoning with her urges, her debut into womanly bliss.

Humiliated and conquered, it etched an indelible, blissfully perfect memory.

Embracing her urges fully, drowning in raw bodily ecstasy, she sensed a total rebirth, a profound change.

Embracing her urges fully, drowning in raw bodily ecstasy, she sensed a total rebirth, a profound change.

If she could choose... home wasn't ideal anyway. Booking a hotel room promised far greater fulfillment.

"No problem. Handle your duties. I've got my own plans this afternoon."

Following their passionate lip-locking goodbye, Hela caught her breath and straightened up, reverting to her sharp, capable director persona.

Luis's erection stayed rigid. Flashing a naughty smirk, he called Brook's number.

Secretary Brook sported a classic office-lady look today: sheer black stockings hugging her stunning legs paired with a tantalizing mini-skirt. That polished white-collar vibe proved irresistibly seductive. Luis's lustful gaze had lingered on her nonstop before.

Previously, in their bridal chamber beneath the wedding picture, he toyed with her and almost got spotted by hubby Darian.

Thrilling beyond words. This prime-aged beauty, rivaling his sister-in-law in allure, deserved endless indulgence.

As the city's premier A-grade medical center, First People's Hospital brimmed with crowds everywhere. Securing a discreet spot proved challenging.

Yet Brook, a familiar face there, knew just the place.

The hospital rooftop featured a fire door secured by a combo lock against suicides. Only higher-up admins held the code.

Naturally, folks didn't commit it to memory, but rules placed it on each desk to avoid emergency holdups.

Noise dominated the rooftop from central AC units and gear humming outside. Visits happened solely for upkeep or checks.

With no routine service or inspection slated today, the rooftop stayed deserted.

Leaning relaxed against the water tower, Luis hummed a little tune to himself. Brook, clad in her office lady attire, was nestled snugly in his embrace. He planted kisses on her lips while deftly unfastening her blouse, freeing her ample, enticing breasts for his eager caresses.

"Have you missed me?"

His mouth trailed kisses over her breasts as one hand sneaked beneath her skirt, seeking out her faintly moist, alluring panties and teasing her ripe, responsive zones.

The petite secretary let out soft moans but offered no reply. The spot buzzed with noise, so she felt no fear of eavesdroppers, yet embarrassment sealed her lips, letting her pretend the question went unheard.

Though Luis had claimed her body several times before, such tender, playful intimacy was entirely new. Their carnal bond ignited abruptly, coerced from the start.

"Not being honest, huh..."

Luis flashed a wicked grin and commanded her to turn around. At that, Brook finally voiced her plea. "No, please, someone might see."

Ample open space surrounded them, yet Luis positioned her against the wall. A quick peek outward revealed the chaotic flow of vehicles and crowds far below.

"Then first tell me, have you missed me?"

Luis had hiked up her skirt already. His rigid cock glided along her slick pussy lips, its tip nudging insistently at her throbbing clit.

The secretary sister-in-law shuddered with moans, aching fiercely for that exquisite fullness. Still, she twisted her head and begged softly, "Please, let's go over by the water tower."

"There are cameras pointed at the rooftop. If one catches us and someone thinks a person is about to jump and calls the police, I won't be able to show my face again."

Costly rooftop apparatus cluttered the area. Cameras were present indeed, though Brook had shut them down earlier.

His call had come, and she'd scrambled for a way to turn him down.

This twisted affair felt utterly insane. She guessed he rang her only because aunt Hela failed to quench his thirst fully. The notion pricked at her heart faintly.

Refuse him. She must refuse. Aiding her aunt left no choice, but solo encounters with him? Unthinkable.

Her own marriage lay in shambles, true, but wed she remained. Him too, bound in matrimony. Feelings for him were strictly forbidden.

Logic backed that stance perfectly. Trouble lay in that velvety phone timbre. Merely recalling the rapture of fulfillment, shrieking in bliss under his dominance...

Her panties grew subtly slick. Blood surged faster, pulse raced wildly, body heat spiked without restraint.

Like under a spell, every shred of logic evaporated...

Safest spot was the rooftop. After arriving and waiting, minutes dragged endlessly amid mental storm. Deep down, denying him proved impossible now.

"So, have you missed me or not?"

Luis pressed on insistently. Their prior romps overflowed with raw, scorching passion. Absent until now: this tantalizing banter, this veil of amorous charm.

As though mending a lingering ache, Brook's breaths turned ragged. Tears misted her gaze, and at last, nibbling her lip, she whispered, "Yes..."

"Missed what..."

"Missed everything..."

"Oh, what did you miss the most?"

"Missed having sex with you the most... preferably without your aunt present."

"No other women... just you and me."

Her heart laid bare at long last with courage. Having bedded her into true affection, mere physical venting no longer sufficed. Emotionally, she'd betrayed fully too.