Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 650 My Boobs Or Nancy's...

Luis lit up a bargain cigarette without a word. The contempt in her gaze nearly overflowed at the sight of its poor quality.

Chloe was, in the end, an external sales rep. In their industry's lingo, she counted as a floater with no authority, no doubt about it. Yet that didn't allow anyone to push her around.

Previously, Chloe surely would have chimed in, pushing the loan idea and such, then pocketed a fat red envelope as her reward afterward.

But now, with Luis only smiling silently, Chloe turned wary at once and remarked, "Ajing, in our region, every client pays upfront. This guy didn't require it at all, got it?"

"For buying a personal vehicle, not for business, does he truly need financing?"

Industry folks can sort out matters swiftly with mere words, dropping hints that land immediately.

The salesperson named Ajing paused briefly, then flashed a captivating grin and replied, "You're right. Customer priorities always top the list."

Chloe hustled around nonstop, aiding with the contract paperwork and insurance setup. Insurance carried its own commission, yet she skipped claiming it too.

With procedures wrapped up, they just needed to await the car's interior completion for pickup.

Luis flung the document pouch aside casually, slid into the vehicle, and offered a leisurely, gentle smile, saying, "Appreciate your help today. Dinner's on me sometime soon."

"Why not today!!"

Dressed up on purpose, Chloe uttered this with a touch of sulkiness.

Luis had spotted her flirty vibes ages ago. Truth be told, as a broke loser before, despite his okay looks, he'd never snag attention from her type.

Such women stayed grounded and practical. Fresh out of college bubble, their expectations soared ridiculously.

Too lofty for the elite; too picky for the average. Unwed all, they perfectly fit: shooting for stars and missing, grudging the ordinary, stuck in limbo.

Pragmatic to the core and gold-diggers supreme, still they chased mythical ideal benefactors without luck. Quite the sorry bunch, really.

Luis stated bluntly, "I've got dinner plans with someone this evening!!"

Chloe glanced at the clock and countered even bolder, "It's merely three now. Rush hour back home means an hour drive, but heading to Bathek City takes max thirty minutes."

"Ample time left, seriously. A couple hours won't mess up your meal!!"

Faced with her bold advance, Luis struggled a tad to hold back. Mostly since he'd never faced this kind before.

Fair enough, Chloe's getup screamed allure today. Fact is, she scored above eight in beauty.

No match for his sisters-in-law's caliber, but she'd reign as top campus stunner anywhere.

Her base looks shone bright, and sales savvy let her style flawlessly. A true knockout, zero flaws.

Nancy had hinted Chloe joined the no-marriage crowd. Key cause: her birth family's chaos defied description. She fit those smart types game for mistress role sans kids.

No boyfriend hunts, no wedding dreams. Even Nancy, true to her nature, held her in high regard, rare indeed.

"Can't we stick to friendship?"

Entering Bathek City limits, Luis halted the car and posed a loaded query.

"Friends? Sure, that works. Truthfully, you're among the rare few I've known who skip the bedroom after meeting me."

Chloe froze awhile, then teased, "I trust my appearance and body. Post-hookup, you'll fall for me for sure. No shot at that?"

Her frankness hit hard, so Luis grinned mischievously, "Chloe's dug up plenty on me, it seems."

At the Benz dealership, Chloe basically fished for a rich spouse. Over time, though, she realized the folly.

Truthfully, dreaming of rich-family wedlock or snagging a loaded heir proved total fantasy.

That notion of "matching doors and households" truly exists. A "door" features a lintel overhead and a sill underneath, splitting apart into dual panels. Back in ancient eras, this setup belonged to elite families, not average ones.

Even in modern times, the principle stands firm. You need at least a villa for that; otherwise, who has an entrance that unfolds in two panels?

A "household," on the other hand, relies on just one panel. A lone room with a single-panel door qualifies as a "household." This holds across every region shaped by Ruist traditions.

Behold, the reality of matching doors and households. From rural villages to bustling cities, the divide between "doors" and "households" remains an unshakeable fact.

"It wasn't deliberate, and I don't want to know you anymore!!"

Chloe let out a giggle, then fixed Luis with seductive, velvety eyes before speaking:

"I had all sorts of dumb ideas before graduation. I even figured if nothing else worked, I'd marry some rich guy. Thinking about it now, I was ridiculously foolish."

Her slender fingers shot over directly, rubbing Luis's cock right through his pants. In a playful whine, she added, "Sugar daddy, I'm a straightforward girl inside. I've spotted a handbag, but I'm short two thousand bucks."

"Won't you help a girl out~"

Unlike those crafty, scheming phony sluts, her bold directness actually deserved some respect.

Moreover, the way she squeezed him with shifting force felt incredibly pleasurable. Thanks to his insane stamina levels, Luis found his lust ignited by her touch.

He skipped bringing her back to the Store and avoided the highway heading to Guangcheng.

Rather, he turned onto a narrow local road descending toward the seaside barrier. A sly grin crept across Chloe's face, her eyes shimmering with a foggy veil of desire.

This isolated route hugged a broad stream. Scattered on the slope were groups of half-built villas, virtually abandoned. At 3 PM especially, the place was utterly empty of people.

The instant the car entered the narrow path, Luis pushed her small head downward.

Chloe showed zero shyness. She leaned in right away, unzipped Luis's pants, pulled out his cock, and her eyes sparkled as she started licking it without hesitation.

Eyes glazed over, she murmured: "So huge… and muscled too… Damn Nancy, why does she get the cash and a stud like you…"

She didn't try concealing her envy at all. Truth be told, this envy was already public knowledge.

Other girls' sugar daddies were greasy, beer-bellied old men, each one worldly, cunning, and ridiculously tightfisted.

But Nancy's benefactor was young and loaded, with the single G-Wagon he got her being intimidating enough. Word was, he'd also gifted her a bag worth tens of thousands last time.

It sparked wild jealousy in everyone. Most crucially, anyone who'd seen him agreed this sugar daddy wasn't some aging dude but a handsome young hunk.

Originally, they imagined him as a frail, pimply-faced naive young master, tricked by that vixen Nancy.

Yet up close, he stood tall, strikingly handsome, and packed with muscle everywhere. He was precisely the sort of man women would bed for free, just for a wild fling.

"Ah… you jerk, how… how did you know about this spot!!"

The vehicle quickly parked in a seaside thicket. Unable to hold back, Luis dragged her to the back seat.

He undid her blouse buttons, fondled her C-cup breasts, then hiked her tight skirt and ripped through her pantyhose barrier.

This naughty vixen wore a thong that offered zero cover. No need to remove it—Luis could effortlessly finger her already dripping wet pussy.

"You love it, right~ I switched to it specially just now…"

Chloe groaned while keeping her small mouth wrapped around the man's cock, sliding up and down. It was enormous; she couldn't take it all.

His potent manly aroma turned her into a moaning she-beast in heat, slurping greedily at the giant in her mouth. Utterly fired up, her hands roamed wildly over Luis's body too.

"You naughty slut. Seems you planned to seduce me hard today…"

"Damn straight, screw the cash. Today, this lady's claiming some prime goods too…"

"This monster's freaking huge. Why let Nancy hog all the fun…"

Female jealousy was downright scary. Chloe overflowed completely and lost all restraint. She climbed atop Luis's body on her own.

She gripped his iron-hard cock firmly, teased the tip against her pussy's entrance several times, then gradually lowered herself onto it. Trembling and moaning as she sank down:

"Darling… are my boobs prettier… or Nancy's…"