Lust System: Conquering the World Beauties

Chapter 20 - 20 Ann’s Plan I (R-18)

Liam strolled down the dimly lit street, his hands casually tucked into his pockets while his eyes flickered toward his phone screen. He scrolled through his messages, searching for the directions Ann had sent earlier. The soft glow of the streetlights reflected off his phone, illuminating his face as he compared the images in his memory to the houses lined up before him.

It didn’t take long before he spotted a familiar-looking house.

”This must be it,” he muttered under his breath, stuffing his phone back into his pocket.

Stepping up to the door, he knocked twice. The sound of soft footsteps approached from the other side, and then—

Click.

The door swung open, and Liam nearly forgot how to breathe.

Standing before him, Ann leaned against the doorframe, wearing the most dangerously tempting outfit he had ever seen on her.

She had on a sheer, oversized satin robe that was loosely tied at her waist, leaving most of her cleavage completely exposed. The soft fabric barely covered her thighs, and Liam’s eyes couldn’t help but follow the curve of her long, smooth legs. The way the dim lighting cast a glow over her skin made her look like a damn goddess.

And the worst part? She knew exactly what she was doing.

Liam’s mind went wild.

”Damn, I knew this girl was up to something!” he screamed internally. ”This is gonna be good.”

But on the outside, he kept his expression cool—well, as cool as he could manage when half of her breasts were practically spilling out right in front of him.

Ann tilted her head slightly, a small smirk playing on her lips.

”Are you just gonna stand there and stare, or are you coming in?”

Her voice was smooth, almost teasing, and Liam swore he felt every single syllable slither down his spine.

He cleared his throat, forcing himself to look away (for now) as he stepped inside.

The moment he walked in, he took a quick glance around the place. It was cozy, with a mix of modern furniture and warm lighting that gave it a comfortable, lived-in feel. The scent of vanilla lingered in the air, mixing with something else—something intoxicating.

His eyes landed on her again, and he almost forgot what he was going to say.

”So... do you live alone?” He asked, mostly just to keep his brain from short-circuiting.

Ann leaned against the wall, watching him with an unreadable expression. ”I live with my brother, but he’s out of town for work.”

Liam nodded slowly. ”Right. Of course, he is.”

”Why?” Ann tilted her head, her smirk widening. ”Are you nervous, Liam?”

Liam clicked his tongue, leaning against the back of the couch. ”Please. I don’t get nervous.”

But the moment he turned his full attention to her, he was momentarily caught off guard.

Ann wasn’t just looking at him—she was devouring him with her eyes.

Her gaze was dark, filled with something raw and intense, as if she had been waiting for this exact moment for a long time.

Then, in the softest, most seductive tone, she whispered—

”I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

Liam felt his pulse skip.

It wasn’t a confession.

It wasn’t some shy, blushing moment where she admitted to having a crush on him.

No.

This was something else.

Liam was expecting her to say something sweet, maybe even stumble over her words a little. He was already preparing his ’I’m talking to someone’ speech in his head, ready to let her down gently.

But Ann?

Ann had something completely different in mind.

Because instead of speaking...

She closed the distance between them.

And kissed him.

Liam’s eyes went wide.

For a split second, his brain glitched.

This was not how he thought things would go.

But then—his instincts kicked in.

Because, let’s be honest, what kind of idiot would reject a kiss from Ann?

His mind flashed with memories of school—how every guy would trip over themselves just to get her attention, how they whispered about her in the hallways, calling her untouchable, unreachable, too good for any of them.

And now?

That same girl was kissing him.

Oh, this system wasn’t so useless after all.

Liam’s hands moved on their own.

One wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, while the other slid up to her jaw, deepening the kiss.

Ann let out a soft, satisfied hum against his lips, pressing herself against him, and Liam—well, Liam was more than ready to see where this was going.

Liam’s hands were still locked on her, the heat of her body pressing into him as their kiss deepened. Ann pulled back just enough to catch her breath, her lips hovering inches from his, her eyes dark and wild with intent. Before Liam could even process what was happening, she grabbed his wrist, her grip firm but teasing, and tugged him toward the couch.

”Come here,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, like she was daring him to keep up.

Liam stumbled after her, his pulse hammering in his ears, his mind still reeling from that kiss. She didn’t give him a chance to overthink it. With a playful shove, she pushed him down onto the plush cushions of the couch. He landed with a soft thud, his back sinking into the fabric, and before he could sit up straight, Ann was on him.

She swung one leg over his lap, straddling him with a confidence that made his throat go dry. Her thighs pressed against his hips as she settled onto him, the weight of her body sending a jolt straight through him.

The sheer satin robe shifted with her movement, slipping dangerously low, and Liam’s eyes couldn’t help but trace the way it clung to her curves.

Ann leaned in close, her hands resting on his shoulders, pinning him in place. Her lips curled into that same smirk—the one that told him she knew exactly how much power she held right now. Then, without a word, she kissed him again.

This time, it was slower, hotter, deliberate. Her mouth moved against his with a rhythm that made his head spin, and when her lips parted, Liam didn’t hesitate. His tongue slipped past, invading her mouth, and—damn. She tasted like sin and sweetness, a mix of cherry lip gloss and something deeper, something that hit him like a shot of adrenaline. Her breath was warm, her tongue teasing his in a way that sent his thoughts scattering.

She smelled even better up close—sweet, like vanilla and honey, with a hint of that intoxicating scent he’d caught earlier. It wrapped around him, sinking into his senses, and boosted every ounce of his sex drive into overdrive. His hands moved on instinct, sliding down her hips until they found her ass.

He grabbed it—soft, juicy, and so damn perfect it almost didn’t feel real. His fingers sank into her flesh, kneading it, and it was like water, rippling and responding to his touch with every squeeze. Ann let out a soft, ”Hmmmm,” the sound vibrating against his lips, and Liam swore he felt it in his bones.

Then, his fingers caught the loose knot of her robe. With a quick tug, he pulled it free, and the satin slipped off her shoulders, falling away like a whisper. It pooled around her waist, leaving her bare from the chest up, and Liam’s breath caught in his throat.

Her breasts spilled forward, pressing against his chest, full and soft and impossibly perfect. The dim light caught them just right, casting shadows that made them look even more unreal. Her nipples—pink and perked—stood out against her skin, begging for attention, and Liam’s eyes drank in the view like a man starved. His mouth went dry, his heart slamming against his ribs.

One hand slid up from her back, tentative at first, then bolder. He cupped one of her breasts, his thumb brushing over her nipple, and it was like holding something divine—soft yet firm, warm and heavy in his palm. He fondled it, squeezing gently, then harder, testing her reaction. Ann’s head tipped back slightly, her lips parting as a low, ”Mmmmm,” escaped her. Her eyes fluttered shut, and the sound—God, that sound—shot straight to his core.

Liam couldn’t get enough. His other hand joined in, grabbing her other breast, kneading them both as he watched her face. Her skin was so smooth under his touch, her nipples hardening against his fingers, and every little movement she made—every shift of her hips on his lap—sent his blood roaring. She leaned into him, her chest pressing closer, and let out an ”Ahwwwwn,” soft and needy, her voice trembling with something raw.

His hands kept working, alternating between firm grips and teasing brushes, and Ann’s reactions only fueled him more. She squirmed in his lap, her thighs tightening around him, and her hands slid up to grip his shoulders, nails digging in just enough to sting. ”Hnnng,” she moaned, louder this time, her breath hitching as he pinched one of her nipples lightly.

Liam’s mind was a mess—half of it screaming that this was insane, the other half chanting more, more, more. He leaned forward, kissing her again, rougher this time, swallowing her moans as his hands roamed her body. One slipped back down to her ass, gripping it hard, while the other stayed on her breast, fondling it with a rhythm that matched the way her hips started to roll against him.

The air between them was thick, electric, charged with every touch and sound. Ann pulled back from the kiss, her lips swollen and glistening, her eyes locked on his with an intensity that made his stomach flip. She didn’t say anything—just stared at him, chest heaving, daring him to keep going.

And Liam? He wasn’t about to stop.

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