Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 38: Pulse Tease

Liam’s eyes cracked open to sunlight cutting through the blinds that the light hit him straight in the face, sharp and unforgiving.

He squinted, turning his head to the side, his hand coming up to shield his eyes.

He groaned, low and rough, his other hand moving down beneath the thin blanket to adjust himself.

Morning wood. Again.

His grey boxer briefs pulled tight, uncomfortable.

He shifted, trying to find a position that didn’t feel like his dick was about to tear through the material.

’Maybe I should just call Miss Kelly and see if she’s free,’ he thought, a lazy grin spreading across his face as the thought sat there for a second, stupid and tempting.

He lay flat on his back, staring at the ceiling fan, and pictured it.

He could almost hear her voice on the other end, that clipped, professional tone she used to command a lecture hall.

He imagined himself calling her up, breaking the silence of the night just to hear that voice crack.

Then the memories hit him.

He remembered the apartment.

Sex on floor also the way she had looked lying back on that leather sofa, her skin flushed a deep pink.

She had been completely naked, her breasts heavy and solid, spreading toward her armpits but refusing to sag.

He could still see those wide areolas and the pebble-hard nipples.

Liam thought about the way she looked right before he left, unapologetically bare, her hair a mess, a tired smile on her face. She’d said "next time" like it was a promise.

And then, there was the pole.

He pictured the gleaming chrome and her standing there without a stitch of clothing on.

He remembered the cold metal against her skin and the way she gripped it while he hammered into her from behind.

He could still hear the wet, rhythmic thud of his pelvis hitting her wide hips and the way the pole shook with every deep thrust.

’Damn!, Now I definitely feel like fucking if I didn’t before,’ he whispered into the dark.

Liam would have to face her tomorrow.

He had to sit in that lecture hall, look at her at the podium, and pretend he didn’t know exactly what she looked like stripped down and screaming his name.

He sat up fast, the blanket falling away, and brought both hands up to slap his face. Hard. The sound cracked through the quiet room.

"Okay. It’s a fucking new day." Liam said it out loud, his voice still scratchy from sleep.

Yesterday happened. Today is something else.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet hitting the cold floor.

The shock traveled up his legs, waking him up the rest of the way. He stood, stretching his arms above his head until his shoulders popped. His back cracked in three places.

’Alright. Let’s see what the system’s got for me today.’

Liam whisperd it, standing in the middle of his bedroom in nothing but his boxers, his morning wood still prominent and refusing to go down. "Skills Tab."

The screen appeared in front of him, glowing faintly. It hung there, floating, the text clear against the dim room.

[Skills Tab]

[Sexual Resilience: ACTIVE]

[Point Bound Might: INACTIVE]

[Pulse Tease: INACTIVE - NEW]

Liam’s eyebrows went up.

"Pulse Tease?"

He reached out and tapped it. The screen expanded, showing more text.

[Pulse Tease]

[Description: User can boost sexual experience of target with mild electric pulses when activated]

[Activation Cost: None]

[Status: INACTIVE]

[Note: Can be turned on/off at will during physical contact]

Liam stared at it, reading it once, then again.

"Mild electric pulses," he said slowly. "So... like a vibrator with instant squirting electric powers? Built into my hands?"

He looked down at his palms, turning them over. They looked normal with no glow, no spark just normal

’This is insane.’

He read it again.

During physical contact. So it only worked when he was touching someone. And it didn’t cost points. Just on or off. Simple.

’I could’ve used this with Miss Kelly,’ he thought. ’But I was already doing fine. And if this thing works the way it sounds, it might’ve ended things way too fast.’

He waved his hand. The screen disappeared.

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand.

The screen lit up. A notification sat at the top.

**Unknown deposited: +$10,000.00 **

Liam grinned, wide and real.

’There it is—my ticket to an easy life and actual happiness.’

He opened the app. Ten thousand dollars. More money than he’d ever had in his life, just sitting there in numbers.

But then he saw his messages.

Liam~ Hey

Sent last night. Eleven forty-seven. Read. But no reply.

His grin faded.

’Did something happen to her?’

He stared at the screen. Tasha had read it. Seen it. And didn’t answer. Why? Was she mad? Busy? Ignoring him?

Liam knew it was because of what happened in the park but he wasn’t expecting her to be this distance.

His jaw tightened. He typed fast, his thumb hitting the screen harder than it needed to.

Liam~ Are you seriously not going to text me back?

He hit send and dropped the phone on the bed.

Liam moved through his morning on autopilot.

Liam walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light.

His toilet bulb buzzed, flickered, then stayed on.

He grabbed his toothbrush, squeezed on some toothpaste, and started brushing.

It taste was sharp, mint burning his tongue. He spat into the sink, rinsed, and splashed cold water on his face. The shock made him gasp. He grabbed the towel and dried off.

He left the bathroom and grabbed a pair of jeans from the floor.

Faded blue, worn at the knees. He pulled them on. Then a black t-shirt, soft and thin from too many washes. He tugged it over his head.

His phone sat on the bed. Screen dark.

He checked it.

Nothing.

’Come on, Tasha. Just say something.’

He shoved it in his pocket and looked around the apartment. It wasn’t dirty, but it was messy. Water bottles on the table. Takeout containers near the trash. Clothes on the couch.

He grabbed a trash bag from under the sink and started cleaning up. Water bottles first. Then the containers. One still had fried rice in it, hard and crusty. He tied off the bag and set it by the door.

Then he grabbed a rag and wiped down the counter. It was sticky in spots.

He scrubbed until it was smooth again.

Every few minutes, he pulled out his phone.

Nothing.

’She’s really not going to reply.’

He tossed the rag in the sink and leaned against the counter.

His phone buzzed.

Liam grabbed it fast.

But it wasn’t Tasha.

Kelvin: yo im outside open up

Liam blinked.

’Outside? What the hell’