Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 684 98.?%!!

Ruth couldn't help but gloat, stating with evident satisfaction, "Exactly as it should be. Good riddance to scum like that; parents who stoop to such depths are worse than dogs. He had it coming."

"Drink it! Got no guts? Go ahead and die then!"

Amidst the wild yelling, Old Peter raised the bottle of pesticide and started to drink.

After taking a large swig, his face contorted with disgust and rage. He roared, "Fine, fine, fine! I'll die right before your eyes. You forced your own father to commit suicide; let's see how you can ever face anyone again!"

"Let us go..."

"Quick, call 120!"

The two police officers were visibly shaken. Any untoward incident occurring on their watch would place them in a difficult position.

However, Pete firmly restrained them. Noticing the frightened property management staff about to make a call, he swiftly kicked the telephone away.

"Don't..."

Pete's voice was hoarse. By this point, it was clear to everyone that the young man had lost his sanity, and no one dared to intervene.

The officers exchanged a glance, realizing the younger man posed a greater threat than his father, especially given his apparent strength.

Pete, breathing heavily, advanced towards his father's smug face.

Old Peter smirked, a look of twisted satisfaction on his features. "You little brat, kneel and kowtow to me in apology, or I won't board that ambulance even if it arrives. You drove your own father to his death; let's see how you live with that."

"The same old act, huh? Do you really think I'd be distraught if you died?"

"You foolish old man, you're so full of yourself..."

Suddenly, Pete snatched the pesticide bottle from his father's grasp, a wide grin spreading across his face. "If you don't die, I truly don't know how I can continue to live."

"For the past six years, I've been pondering one question continuously..."

"Every time you resort to your threats, does that pesticide actually possess lethal properties?"

"If it does, then I should have let you perish long ago. That failure was perhaps the greatest mistake of my entire existence..."

"Sometimes I question if a piece of trash like you, who only thrives on causing chaos and crumbles at the slightest pressure, truly possesses the resolve for self-destruction."

"You, you, you..."

Before the astonished eyes of all present, Pete abruptly raised the pesticide bottle and began to drink.

He gulped it down greedily until the bottle was completely empty, then tossed it aside with a casual flick of his wrist.

Enraged by his son's outrageous stunt, Old Peter cursed vehemently.

"You little wretch, you truly wish for your father's death that desperately, don't you?"

"Yes."

The reply was firm and unwavering, without the slightest hesitation. It was likely the most decisive and final answer Pete had ever given his father.

Old Peter was taken aback. His son seemed like a complete stranger. After countless suicide threats, this was the first time he had ever received such a response.

"Damn you, you spineless failure! You have the audacity to call yourself my father... Now I finally understand why my mother never wanted you."

Pete, overcome with emotion, completely lost control.

He suddenly lunged, tackling his father, his fists raining down blows upon the old man's face, cursing as he struck. The scene was so chaotic that no one could discern the words being exchanged.

Ultimately, both father and son were taken away by the police. It was indeed a spectacular display.

"Hey, Luis, things got pretty wild. But after a father-son brawl like that, that kid will be alright. I've had someone check on him."

"Regarding your car, that old man is certainly facing criminal charges."

"That young man seems to have made up his mind. His girlfriend came by to settle for the damages he caused..."

Minda, skilled in social graces, answered the phone. Since Luis addressed her as Manager Yang, she refrained from using terms of endearment and opted for his name while providing a concise update.

Pete had indeed snapped, releasing years of pent-up resentment, yet his actions weren't entirely impulsive or unplanned.

His superior had provided a heads-up, and personnel from the auto repair shop had already collected the scratched vehicle for servicing.

The funds had been arranged beforehand, and his girlfriend was present to compensate the property management office. As expected, his father-in-law also made an appearance.

Upon hearing the entire account, his father-in-law was greatly impressed and had already arranged for legal counsel to meet him at the police station.

One could say his planning was remarkably thorough; even in a moment of explosive rage, he managed to meticulously organize all subsequent matters. This meticulousness alone was quite commendable.

"Mm, don't make things arduous for him. Endeavor to lend him a hand where feasible."

After concluding the phone call, Luis tenderly lowered his head and bestowed a kiss upon his stunning mother-in-law, murmuring, "Mom, I've adhered strictly to your wishes. That detestable old man has been dealt with, but I shall refrain from causing difficulties for the younger one."

By this juncture, their attire lay strewn across the floor. Her curvaceous, alluring form panted heavily upon the bed, her ample, prodigious breasts rising and falling with each breath, becoming an unwilling plaything within her son-in-law's grasp.

This illicit act unfolded upon her daughter's marital bed, with the recently captured wedding photograph artfully displayed at the headboard.

The sensation was simultaneously sinful and exquisitely delightful. Under her son-in-law's tantalizing ministrations and oral caresses, Ruth's initial climax, though not explosive, was exceptionally ecstatic.

"My darling son-in-law..."

Ruth gasped for air, her lips finding her son-in-law's as her hands explored his strong, sculpted physique. Her vision had already become hazy, veiled in a mist of utter surrender.

"Ding... Enchantingly Voluptuous Beautiful Mother-in-Law: Favorability Meter 98.?%!!"

This startling update caused Luis such vexation that his teeth clenched. He had been so dedicated and devoted in his service to his mother-in-law throughout this time.

At this very moment, she was undeniably lost in a whirlwind of passion. Beyond the physical act, she had even consented to the outrageous request to persuade her own sister to join her in serving her son-in-law.

Considering this, attempting to conquer his mother-in-law's nether regions was no longer a formidable challenge, so why did this favorability meter remain stubbornly below the 99% mark?

Previously, if the favorability meter remained unmet, he could overlook it; it had been steadfastly fixed at 98%.

But now, a decimal point had materialized after the numeral, accompanied by a question mark. What in the blazes was going on...

After a period of affectionate cuddling, during which he playfully caressed his mother-in-law's full, magnificent breasts, Luis kissed her before slowly beginning to enter her.

The afternoon waned, and their tender intimacy continued for a full hour. She lost all track of the numerous times she climaxed in successive waves.

The fact that they were in her daughter's chamber clearly ignited an immense thrill within her. A succession of lewd and scandalous positions were unlocked, filling the spaces between their passionate encounters with lingering tenderness.

She had evidently climaxed with such overwhelming intensity that she succumbed to unconsciousness, her very bones feeling like soft putty, rendering her incapable of moving even a single digit.

Upon regaining consciousness, she found herself still held within her son-in-law's powerful embrace. The comfort was so profound that she felt no inclination to part from him, not even for a moment.

"Son-in-law, you haven't... cum yet..."

The instant her senses returned, the mature mother-in-law's initial action was to take her son-in-law's manhood into her small hand and commence its stimulation, the shaft fully slicked with her own lubricating fluids.

A slight flush of shame crept over her as she wondered if she was truly so delicate. She had experienced climax so many times during her lovemaking with her son-in-law that she had ultimately passed out.

It was undeniable that her son-in-law possessed an incredible prowess, yet this should not necessitate her being such a lightweight. She had no way of knowing about the genetic modifications; all she perceived was her son-in-law's extraordinary intensity. How could she possibly feel at ease with her second, pregnant daughter engaging in such activities with him?

It was no wonder they say it's acceptable if he doesn't cum. Their pregnant daughter was truly incapable of satisfying his needs. She had likely grown accustomed to this reality by now.

"Mom, it's alright!"

Luis gently reveled in her ministrations, continuing to caress his mother-in-law's voluptuous form. After a moment of contemplation, he ventured,

"Mom, I've observed that little wife of his. She utterly lacks any feminine allure. Compared to you, she is simply incomparable."

"I remain utterly bewildered. How could Dad have possibly chosen her..."

At these pronouncements, his mother-in-law's expression, which had been completely submerged in passionate abandon, transformed instantaneously. A subtle hint of disdain and revulsion manifested, intertwined with a touch of anger and an uncontrollable surge of fury.

"She is nothing but utter rubbish. We were all impoverished when we entered into marriage. Your father was hardly well-off, nor was my family..."

"She proclaims herself to be a refined lady from a respectable lineage, supported by her parents... Certainly, her family background as civil servants is quite advantageous, but so what..."

"Does that grant her the audacity to shatter another family's sanctity...?"

"She even asserts that being a mistress is merely a pursuit of love, that she is willing to bear her own expenses. How utterly pathetic indeed..."