Lust System: Conquering the World Beauties

Chapter 106: Chapter 106 Fuck Me

Ella glanced down—and finally noticed.

The soft curve of her breasts was practically spilling out, her arms still crossed beneath them, pressing them up like some visual weapon of mass destruction. Her lips curled into a smirk. No words, no apology. Just a smirk.

Liam caught the expression and stared at her, eyes slightly wide.

She knows... and she’s not even sorry?

Before he could offer a playful comment, or maybe ask her to stop teasing him in broad daylight, Lilith’s voice interrupted the moment like a blade through silence.

”That’s it,” she said, walking toward them with the same quiet authority she always carried. ”We’re done here. Let’s go grab some food and get out of this dump.”

She held the leather-bound catalog in one hand, already snapped shut. Business was concluded.

”They’ll deliver everything to my place once I confirm the wire transfer,” she added, tossing a brief glance over her shoulder as if it was already handled.

Liam gave a slight shrug. It made sense. Of course someone like Lilith wouldn’t carry heavy crates of weapons herself. She clicked buttons and people jumped.

As they were about to leave, the short man with glasses hurried over, his steps quick and his hands wringing nervously.

”Miss Lilith,” he said, voice low and serious, ”I suggest you be careful around these parts. The streets here... they’re crawling with thugs these days. The sort of men who don’t care who you are.”

It was a genuine warning. A flicker of concern in his eyes.

Lilith actually paused. Then, for the first time in a long while, she gave the man a small nod. ”Thanks for the heads-up.”

The man looked like he had just received a medal of honor. ”Thank you for your service,” he added, quickly locking the door behind them the moment they stepped out into the narrow alley again.

The air outside smelled of rust and fried oil.

Liam let out a breath. ”Well, that rules out getting food.”

”No, it doesn’t,” Lilith replied smoothly—and then did something that made him choke on air.

She reached out and placed a hand on Ella’s shoulder.

”Let’s go eat,” she said, completely unfazed. ”We have Liam to protect us.”

Liam blinked. ”Excuse me? What?”

Was that it? That was the reason he was dragged along on this trip? He wasn’t a teammate, or even a partner. He was the damn security detail?

Unbelievable.

But they were already walking away, and Liam had no choice but to sigh and follow. Lilith led the way down the main street until they came across a small, local restaurant tucked between two dirty buildings. It looked old but somewhat clean, a flickering neon sign above the entrance reading Tino’s Grill.

It wasn’t fancy, but it wasn’t a rat hole either.

Liam’s eyes lit up a little. ”Oh thank God. At least it’s not some overpriced fusion bullshit.”

He grinned inwardly. If they were eating here, that meant cheap food. That meant he could finally save some money for once.

But the second they stepped inside, all that excitement evaporated into smoke.

Everyone stopped eating.

Utensils clinked onto plates. Heads turned. Silence filled the room like fog.

Liam’s senses kicked into overdrive. His eyes scanned the place quickly.

Nearly every man in here looked like trouble—covered in faded tattoos, scars, piercings, unshaven jaws, and eyes that lingered too long. They didn’t just look rough. They looked like men who’d stab you over a spilled drink.

The moment Ella and Lilith walked in, all eyes were locked onto them like heat-seeking missiles. Hunger—not the food kind—was painted across their faces.

Liam rolled his eyes. Typical.

He didn’t say anything. Just casually walked over and sat down at a table already meant for three. If Lilith wanted to walk around with her curves out, that was her business. He wasn’t going to play watchdog unless someone actually tried something.

Ella and Lilith joined him moments later, sitting across the table like two queens who didn’t even notice the peasants around them.

Liam flagged down the waitress—one of the few people who hadn’t stopped breathing entirely.

She walked over quickly, her face flushed.

”Is there some sort of memo we missed?” Liam asked sarcastically, gesturing to all the gawking eyes around the room.

The waitress stammered, clearly flustered. ”N-no, sir. I-I just... I’ll get your orders right away.”

She almost dropped her notepad as she fumbled to write.

Liam leaned back with a tired sigh. This day just kept getting weirder.

Liam didn’t expect much when he ordered. Hell, from the outside, the place looked like it might serve half-cooked noodles and expired beef. But when the food arrived, he blinked in surprise.

It... smelled amazing.

He took a bite. Holy shit.

Even Lilith and Ella, women who probably only dined in elite restaurants with golden napkins and diamond-studded forks, didn’t complain. They just started eating—normally. Like regular people. Ella even took her time with the rice, occasionally sipping from her water without even glancing around.

Liam gave her a weird look.

Was this real? A multi-millionaire woman, who probably owned more clothes than this entire street had combined, was just chilling in a grimy, local restaurant like it was no big deal. And Lilith too—she didn’t say a word, didn’t sneer, didn’t even insult the place. She just ate.

Are they broken? Liam thought, watching them both.

The peace didn’t last.

It never did.

A chair scraped loudly against the tiled floor, the sound cutting through the quiet buzz of conversation. Liam didn’t even need to look up to know what was coming. He felt the shift in the air.

And then—like a bad movie—some idiot pulled his chair and sat right beside Ella.

He wasn’t good-looking. Not even average. Greasy hair, uneven teeth, and eyes that were glued to Ella’s cleavage like he’d never seen a pair before. He leaned back, all fake confidence and cocky grin, eyes never leaving her chest.

”Well, well,” the man said, licking his lips. ”What are two high-class people doing in a place like this?”

Liam blinked once.

Two?

Did this guy just say two?

He looked around the table.

There were three of them.

The ”two high-class” targets were clearly Ella and—wait.

Don’t tell me... Fuck me?

There was no way in hell Liam was letting this greasy bastard linger at their table. His presence alone was already killing his appetite.

Liam didn’t even raise his voice. He didn’t need to.

He just said one word, low and sharp.

”Scram.”

The man froze.

Then he turned slowly to face Liam, confusion turning to anger. ”What did you say?”

Liam didn’t answer. He just stared, his blue eyes cold.

The man scoffed and muttered, ”Who the fuck is this pretty peasant?”

Peasant.

Liam’s grip on his fork tightened.

Peasant?

That word echoed in his skull like a slap. A burning, red slap.

He was already leaning forward, his body ready to move, ready to knock the guy’s jaw across the room. But before he could react, a gentle hand settled on his lap, stopping him.

He glanced down.

Ella.

She gave him a small shake of her head and whispered, ”Not here. Let’s just finish eating and go.”

Her voice was calm, but her fingers lingered on his thigh a second longer than necessary.

Liam clenched his jaw and sat back. Barely.

Lilith, meanwhile, had a different kind of look on her face.

She was watching everything—not with worry or anger—but with amusement.

Like this was entertainment.

Then it got worse.

Another man approached.

This one was more confident than the last, and slightly better looking—but still nowhere near acceptable. He swaggered in, tossed a glance at Lilith, and pulled a chair next to her like he belonged there.

”Well, hello there,” he said smoothly, leaning toward her. ”I don’t know what a gorgeous thing like you is doing here, but I’m thanking the heavens. You look like a dream wrapped in danger.”

Liam almost gagged on his food. What kind of corny rizz was that?

But Lilith didn’t even blink. She didn’t spare the guy a single look.

Her gaze... was on Liam.

Her emerald eyes locked onto his, intense and smoldering. The corners of her lips curled into a smile that was both soft and wicked. Her lashes lowered ever so slightly, and she tilted her head in a way that made her blonde hair fall just enough to brush her cheek.

It was seductive—dangerously seductive.

She looked at Liam like she was peeling his clothes off with her eyes. Like he was her dessert, and she was just deciding where to start the first bite.

Liam furrowed his brows.

What the hell is she doing?

He tried to look away, but Lilith’s stare held him. Her tongue ran across her lower lip ever so slightly, and the tiniest smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She leaned just a little closer toward him—not to the man beside her, but to Liam.

And that was when Liam realized it.

She was doing it on purpose.

Flirting with him—on purpose.

In front of every single guy in this restaurant.

She’s the damn main attraction here, Liam thought, and now she’s turning me into the villain.

He could already feel the heat of stares burning into his skin.

Dozens of tattooed, hungry eyes glaring at him like he just stole their only meal. If they weren’t pissed before, they sure as hell were now.

Goddamn this evil woman.

Liam closed his eyes.

Fuck me.