Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 117: House Call

The neighborhood was quiet.

Not the eerie kind of quiet where something felt off, but the comfortable kind.

The kind that said people here had lawns they actually mowed and neighbors they waved to in the morning.

Liam pulled the Honda Civic up to the curb and killed the engine.

Grace’s place was a small house tucked between two larger ones, set back slightly from the street.

It had white siding that looked freshly painted, with dark green shutters framing the windows.

A small porch stretched across the front, with two steps leading up to the door.

There was a potted plant on either side of the entrance, both blooming with purple flowers he couldn’t name.

The yard was neat.

The grass was cut short, and there were no weeds growing through the cracks in the walkway.

A low white fence ran along the property line, the paint just starting to chip in a few spots but otherwise well-maintained.

Everything about it felt... calm.

The street itself was lined with trees that rustled softly in the evening breeze. The sun was setting, casting everything in a warm orange glow that made the whole scene look like something out of a postcard.

A dog barked somewhere down the block, followed by the faint sound of kids laughing in a backyard.

Someone was grilling. Liam could smell it. Charcoal and lighter fluid mixed with the scent of cut grass.

It was the kind of place where nothing bad ever happened.

Or at least, it looked that way.

Liam grabbed his phone and checked the address again.

Yeah. This was it.

He stepped out of the car and closed the door behind him, pocketing his keys as he walked up the path toward the porch.

His footsteps were quiet against the concrete, and the only other sound was the soft hum of cicadas starting their evening song.

He climbed the two steps and stopped in front of the door.

For a second, he just stood there.

Then he raised his hand and knocked.

*Knock*

*Knock*

*Knock*

The sound echoed faintly inside.

Liam waited.

Silence.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, hands slipping into his pockets as he listened for any sign of movement inside.

Nothing.

No footsteps. No rustling. No sound at all.

He frowned slightly and glanced back at his car, then at the house again.

’Maybe she didn’t hear me?’

He was about to knock again when he heard it.

A faint creak.

Then footsteps. Soft but deliberate. Getting closer.

The lock clicked.

The door opened.

And there she was.

Grace.

Above her head

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That was the only the Liam remembered before his brain short-circuited for a second.

She was standing in the doorway wearing a white tank top that clung to her like it had been painted on.

The fabric stretched tight across her chest, pulling taut over her breasts in a way that left very little to the imagination.

Her nipples were visible through the thin material, pressing against it, pink and hard, and Liam had to actively force himself not to stare.

Her shorts were pink. Not denim. Just regular cotton shorts that stopped high on her thighs, showing off the same long, toned legs he’d seen before. They sat low on her hips, and the waistband dipped just enough that he could see the curve of her stomach.

Her sleek bob framed her face perfectly, the dark strands catching the last light of the setting sun.

And she was blushing.

Her arms were crossed under her chest, which only made her breasts push up more, creating a soft valley of cleavage that was impossible to ignore.

Her shoulders were slightly hunched forward, and her eyes were looking down, focused somewhere around his chest rather than meeting his gaze directly.

She looked shy. Uncertain. Like she wasn’t sure if inviting him here had been the right decision.

Liam opened his mouth.

"You look hot."

The words were out before he could stop them.

Grace’s eyes widened, and her blush deepened, spreading down her neck and onto her chest. "W-what?"

Liam blinked, realizing what he’d just said. "Nothing."

Grace bit her lower lip, her eyes still avoiding his as she looked down for a second before glancing back up at him briefly. "Um... come in."

She stepped aside, holding the door open.

Liam walked past her, catching a faint scent of vanilla as he did.

The inside of her house was just as neat as the outside.

The entryway opened into a small living room with hardwood floors and a cream-colored couch pushed against the far wall.

There was a coffee table in front of it, a small TV on a stand across from that, and a bookshelf in the corner stacked with books and a few framed photos.

Everything was clean. Organized. Not a single thing out of place.

The walls were painted a soft beige, and there were a few pieces of art hanging here and there. Nothing fancy. Just simple prints of flowers and landscapes.

A narrow hallway stretched off to the left, probably leading to the bedroom and bathroom.

And then Liam heard it.

A bark.

Not loud. Just a soft, excited sound.

He turned his head just in time to see a golden retriever bounding toward him, tail wagging furiously.

The dog stopped a few feet away, looking up at him with big, expectant eyes.

Liam crouched down and held out his hand. "Hey there."

The dog sniffed his hand, then immediately started licking it, tail wagging even harder now.

Liam smiled and scratched behind the dog’s ears. "What’s his name?"

"Her name," Grace corrected softly from behind him. "It’s Daisy."

"Daisy," Liam repeated, still scratching. "Good girl."

Daisy leaned into his hand, clearly enjoying the attention.

Grace walked past him and into the kitchen, which was connected to the living room by a wide archway. "Do you want something to eat?"

Liam stood up, Daisy still circling around his legs. "No, I’m good."

"Something to drink?"

"Yeah. That’d be great."

Grace nodded and moved to the cabinet, pulling out a glass. She opened the fridge and grabbed a pitcher of water, pouring it carefully.

Liam watched her as she moved, his eyes drifting to the way her shorts hugged her ass, the fabric riding up slightly with each step.

The curve of her hips was impossible to ignore, and when she bent down slightly to put the pitcher back in the fridge, he caught a glimpse of the underside of her cheeks.

Her ass swayed slightly as she walked back toward him.

He looked away quickly, focusing on Daisy instead.

Grace walked over and handed him the glass. "Here."

"Thanks."

He took a sip while Grace sat down on the couch, tucking one leg under her and smoothing her shorts down nervously.

The movement made her breasts shift under the thin tank top, and Liam caught the way her nipples pressed against the fabric again.

Liam stayed standing for a moment, still petting Daisy, who had now flopped down at his feet.

Grace looked up at him, then down at her lap. "I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner."

Liam glanced at her. "It’s fine, I know must have been busy."

"Yeah," Grace said, nodding. "Really busy."

she continued, her voice quiet. "The case with the guy killing gangs... it’s been keeping me and a few other officers really busy. We’ve been working overtime almost every day. Following leads, interviewing people, going through evidence. It’s a lot."

Liam walked over and sat down on the other end of the couch, setting the glass on the coffee table. "Sounds rough."

"It is," Grace said. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "We’ve been trying to find patterns, you know? Locations. Victims. Anything that might help us figure out who this person is or where they’ll strike next. But nothings adding up."

Liam listened, keeping his expression neutral.

Grace continued, her hands fidgeting in her lap. "The victims are all from different gangs. Different parts of the city. No connection between them except that they’re all criminals. And the way they’re killed... it’s always the same. That X carved into their chests. Like a signature."

Liam’s jaw tightened slightly.

"Are you supposed to be telling me this?" Liam asked.

"Probably not" Grace looked at him, her eyes meeting his briefly before looking down again."I’m just telling you because you were there when that boy showed up at the station. And you saw the victims too. You already know more than most people."

Liam nodded slowly. "Fair enough."

Grace hesitated, then leaned forward slightly. "I found out something strange about you today."

Liam stopped petting Daisy and looked at her fully. "What do you mean?"

Grace met his eyes. "Detective Mark said he saw you today."

Liam’s chest tightened.

’I knew this information would get to her sooner or later.’

He kept his expression calm. "So what now? Are you going to arrest me? I haven’t done anything wrong."

"No," Grace said quickly, shaking her head. "I’m not arresting you. But it did explain a lot. Like why you were so invested when you saw those corpses. And how you were able to beat those guys at the workshop."

Liam leaned back against the couch, crossing his arms. "Yeah. That’s why." He paused. "So if you know all that, why would you still invite me here?"

"You didn’t let me finish," Grace said. Her voice was softer now. "I saw another side of you."

Liam raised an eyebrow, letting the question hang.

Grace continued. "The day that kid left the station, I was about to go see him. Just to make sure he was okay. But when I got there, I saw you were already with him. He was crying on you. I wasn’t expecting that."

Liam blinked. "So you were following me?"

Grace’s face flushed. "Not following. I just... happened to see."

Liam stared at her for a moment, then let out a breath. "Okay. I see."

Grace looked down at her hands, then back up at him. Her voice was quiet. "You have a good heart."

She paused, then her expression shifted slightly.

Her eyes met his directly this time, and there was something firmer in her gaze. "But just so you know, if you try anything, I can handle myself."

Liam blinked.

The shift in her demeanor caught him off guard.

The shy, blushing girl from a second ago had just reminded him she was still a cop.

Time stopped.

The room froze. Daisy was mid-tail-wag, completely still. The ceiling fan above them had stopped spinning. Even the sound of the cicadas outside had cut off.

A notification appeared in Liam’s vision.

**[Option 1: "Thank you." +7 Lust Points]**

**[Option 2: "I also have good hands if you’re ready to get your treatment started." +15 Lust Points]**

Liam stared at the options for a moment.

Then he smiled.