Lust System: Conquering the World Beauties

Chapter 115: Chapter 115 New Class II

Liam stood frozen before the mirror, his reflection staring back at him with an intensity that made his heart race. He had seen himself countless times before, but this... this was something else.

His hair had grown a little longer, falling in darker, silkier strands that looked deliberately styled despite having just woken up. Two strands fell neatly on both sides of his face, framing a jawline so sharp it could slice through glass. His face was smoother, more defined—every feature perfectly aligned like a sculpture carved by the gods. His eyes were back to their normal piercing blue, but now they held an ethereal glow, as though lightning flickered behind them.

If he looked like a top-tier model before, now he looked like something ripped straight out of a fantasy novel—a divine prince, untouchable, awe-inspiring.

”What the hell!!!” he muttered, blinking and leaning closer to the mirror.

He pulled at his cheeks, poked his jaw, even ran his hands through his now richer, darker hair. ”How the hell am I supposed to walk around like this?”

Bing!

[Congratulations on reaching Level 3]

[Exp: 950/10000]

[All stat +20]

[+10 skill point]

[Gun Mastery Level Up]

[Liam Carter]

[Level 3]

[Strength: 54/1000]

[Agility: 52/1000]

[Endurance: 48/1000]

[Intelligence: 48/1000]

[Skill point: 12]

[Gun Mastery: Level 2]

[Dragon Step: Level 1]

Liam’s eyes widened. ”All stats up by 20? Damn!”

Before he could process it fully, another prompt appeared in his vision.

[New Class Available]

His heart skipped.

He quickly tried to access it.

[Locked]

[Locked]

[Locked]

”What the hell...” he murmured, frustrated.

But his annoyance didn’t last long. The system’s rewards had been generous. Too generous, in fact. The surge of power he felt in his body was unlike anything he’d experienced before. He clenched his fist, feeling the raw strength that now pulsed through his veins.

”No more slacking,” he said to himself, shaking his head clear.

His eyes flicked back to his stats and landed on the skill points. He had twelve of them now. It would be so tempting to dump them into Strength or Agility... but he stopped himself.

”No,” he muttered. ”That could be the difference between life and death later.”

He turned from the mirror and got into motion. Pulling on his uniform with practiced ease, he stepped into his shoes and bolted out the door. No time to waste. He had school today—and he was already late.

As he ran, he sighed. He had already decided that this would be his last semester. He was dropping out after this. Life was too wild now to balance a normal school life.

When he got to school, the entire compound was quiet—eerily so. It made sense though. It was the start of exams.

Today, his suspension had finally been lifted.

He glanced at the exam schedule. His first paper was with Miss Amanda—luck was on his side. Still, he had already been penalized 30 marks on every subject due to the suspension. If he missed any paper now, that was it. Zero.

He made his way to the exam hall, walking fast, his shoulder still slightly sore from the stab wound even though it had healed completely. As he pushed open the door and stepped in, everyone turned.

Gasps rippled through the crowd of students.

”Who the hell shows up this late?” someone whispered.

Outrageous.

Blasphemous.

But when people looked up and saw who it was, the hall fell into a stunned silence.

It was Liam.

Or... it looked like Liam.

But he looked like a completely different person. Taller somehow. More refined. More... dangerous. Like the lead actor in an expensive drama about assassins and royalty. The sunlight that filtered through the windows seemed to glow around him, adding to the otherworldly effect.

Girls’ jaws dropped. Even the boys stared, stunned into silence. It was like a prince had just walked into a public high school exam hall.

Ann, seated in the middle of the room, halfway through her exam, lifted her head when she heard the noise.

And she froze.

Her pen slipped from her hand.

Her eyes locked onto him. Her heart thumped.

He looked breathtaking.

She blinked, unable to stop staring.

”What the hell...” she whispered, echoing Liam’s own words from earlier.

He made his way to his assigned seat, acting like nothing was wrong, even though every step he took had eyes glued to him.

Miss Amanda raised a brow but didn’t say a word. She gestured for him to begin. Liam sat down, cracked his knuckles, and got to work, the whispers still echoing behind him.

Nobody knew what had happened in the past few days.

Nobody knew the battles he’d fought, the gang wars he had survived, or the dagger that nearly ended his life.

But they could all see the result.

Liam sat at his desk, quickly flipping through the exam paper. The questions weren’t hard—they were just tedious. He picked up his pen and got to work, his movements sharp and confident. While others around him were hunched in confusion and panic, Liam’s focus was unshakable.

But even as he scribbled down his answers, he could feel it. Eyes—dozens of them—on him. It wasn’t just curiosity or confusion. It was awe. Even Amanda kept stealing glances at him from the front of the room. Her expression was unreadable, caught somewhere between shock and fascination.

Yet none of those gazes burned into him like Ann’s. She had already finished her paper, her pen long down, but she didn’t move from her seat. Instead, she just sat there, watching him intently while gently chewing on the tip of her pen. There was something different in her eyes. Hunger. Lust. Possession. She wasn’t just admiring Liam—she was devouring him with her gaze.

Twenty minutes. That’s all it took.

Liam dropped his pen and stood up, a few students nearby visibly startled by his sudden movement. He walked down the aisle, exam in hand.

”Bullshit,” someone whispered.

”No way he finished that quickly.”

”I’ve been here for an hour and I’m still stuck on question three.”

”Bro, I’m still at question two.”

”You guys finished question one already?”

”We’re cooked.”

”Who’s we bro?”

Liam approached Amanda’s desk, handing over the paper with that signature smirk tugging at his lips. Amanda blinked up at him, clearly surprised. Her fingers grazed his as she accepted the script, and he leaned in just slightly.

He winked.

Her breath hitched. Her cheeks flushed.

Then he turned and strode out of the hall, his steps calm, his aura drawing every eye.

As he stepped into the open corridor, murmurs exploded around him. Students from other classes, waiting for their exam slots or hanging around, froze when they saw him.

”Is that Liam?”

”When did he resume?”

”His suspension must be over.”

”He looks different... like, a dream.”

”More like the man of my dreams.”

Among the group, a girl took a shaky breath and stepped forward. Elena. She was beautiful, confident, and well-known throughout the school. But right now, she looked nervous.

”H-Hi Liam,” she said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Liam stopped and smiled at her. ”Hey.”

Her heart practically jumped out of her chest. But she pushed through, gathering what courage she had left.

”Do you... have any plans after school today?” Her voice was a whisper, almost lost in the noise of the onlookers.

Gasps erupted.

”Elena is asking Liam out now?!”

”This is crazy.”

But before Liam could open his mouth, he felt warmth press against his side. Ann.

She appeared out of nowhere, wrapping her arms tightly around his arm, her voice smooth and sugary.

”Actually,” she said to Elena with a deceptively sweet smile, ”Liam does have plans after school. With me.”

Elena’s expression faltered. She bit her lower lip, hurt flickering in her eyes—but then she straightened up, forcing a smile.

”I see. That’s okay. Maybe some other time, Liam,” she said, then turned and walked away with surprising grace.

”Damn. Even if it’s Ann, she’s not giving up.”

”So he and Ann are a thing now.”

”Man’s dating Ann.”

”She was supposed to be untouchable.”

”He’s my idol now.”

Whispers echoed like ripples in a pond, spreading out in all directions.

Meanwhile, Ann was already dragging Liam by the arm, ignoring everyone.

”You just love the attention, don’t you?” Liam said, smirking.

”You’re not wrong,” Ann replied with a wink, then whispered.