Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 47: Sex At The Beach 1 [+R18]

Liam buttoned his shirt as he made his way down the grand staircase, his fingers working slowly, missing a button near the top. His mind was still replaying flashes of what had just happened upstairs, Elena’s confidence, the way she’d looked at him, the heat of it all.

The main floor was still alive with conversation and soft music. Groups clustered around the bar, others swayed on the makeshift dance floor.

The champagne kept flowing, and the atmosphere hadn’t dimmed one bit. If anything, it had gotten louder, messier. Someone laughed too hard near the fireplace. A woman in red stumbled in her heels.

Liam headed toward the bar, needing something cold to drink and a moment to collect himself. His shirt felt wrong against his skin, like evidence.

"Dude, where were you?"

Liam turned. Kelvin was pushing through the crowd, his face flushed, his tie loosened and hanging crooked around his neck. He looked like he’d been having the time of his life.

"I’ve been looking for you everywhere!" Kelvin said, slightly out of breath.

Liam raised an eyebrow. "Rich coming from you after you abandoned me and left me to fend for myself."

Kelvin grinned, not even a little bit apologetic. "Okay, I’m sorry about that. But in my defense, did you see what she was packing?" He gestured with both hands, spreading them wide to emphasize the curves of the woman’s hips and ass. "I mean, come on, man. I had no choice."

"You shouldn’t have left me, still," Liam shot back. "I totally felt out of place after you did."

Kelvin tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he looked Liam up and down. A slow smirk spread across his face.

"I doubt that," he said. "You’ve always been like this. You felt out of place at Jake’s party that last time and you ended up winning a drinking contest and leaving with the girl there. You were all about being out of place." He pointed at Liam’s chest. "And judging by the way you didn’t finish buttoning your shirt, I’m guessing you had a little fun here too."

Liam glanced down. Sure enough, his shirt was uneven, one side tucked in sloppily, the other hanging loose. He’d missed the third button entirely.

’Wooo!.’

He looked back at Kelvin, his expression flat but playful.

"Who are you?" Liam asked, raising an eyebrow. "And what did you do to my friend?"

Kelvin laughed, leaning against the bar. "Damn! Who knew being observant would get me questioned if I was human?"

They both cracked up, the tension from earlier in the night completely gone. Liam shook his head, still smiling.

"Alright," he said. "Let’s get out of here."

They made their way toward the entrance, weaving through clusters of people still deep in conversation. Near the door, a woman in a sleek black dress stood behind a small table, handing back phones, wallets, and keys from a locked box.

Liam gave his name, and she retrieved his phone, sliding it across the table with a polite smile. He powered it on as Kelvin collected his own things.

The screen lit up. Three notifications.

The first was from Sofia: *Made it home safe. I really do want to apologize when you’re ready. Just let me know.*

Liam stared at the message for a second, then swiped it away. He’d deal with that later.

The second notification made him pause.

Bank Alert: Deposit received. +$10,000.00

Sender: Unknown.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He slipped the phone into his pocket and turned toward Kelvin, who was already heading for the door.

"Ready?" Kelvin asked.

"Yeah. Let’s go."

The night air was cool against Liam’s face as they stepped outside. The mansion’s driveway was still lined with luxury cars—sleek black sedans, a midnight blue Porsche, a pearl-white Tesla.

Kelvin’s Range Rover sat near the edge of the lot, its dark green paint gleaming under the estate’s outdoor lights. Kelvin unlocked it with a beep, and they both climbed in.

The interior smelled like leather and cologne. Kelvin started the engine, the dashboard lighting up in soft blue, and pulled out of the driveway.

They drove in comfortable silence for a while, the city lights blurring past the windows. Liam leaned back in his seat, his mind still buzzing from the night.

"So," Kelvin said, breaking the silence. "You gonna tell me what happened, or do I have to guess?"

Liam smirked. "Nothing. I’m still mad at you, so you’re not getting anything out of me."

"Uh-huh. You’re going to break soon anyway," Kelvin replied.

Kelvin didn’t push it. He just grinned and turned up the music, some low-tempo R&B humming through the speakers.

Twenty minutes later, they pulled up outside Liam’s apartment building. The streetlights flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. It wasn’t much, but it was home.

Liam opened the door and stepped out.

"Thanks for the ride," he said.

But Kelvin didn’t drive off. Instead, he turned off the engine and climbed out too.

Liam turned, confused. "Why aren’t you going home?"

Kelvin looked at him like he’d just asked the dumbest question in the world.

"Because I still want to have a drink with you, remember? I brought some earlier today, and I’m thinking we can drink them to celebrate."

Liam paused, his hand resting on the car door. He looked at Kelvin for a long moment.

"Shouldn’t you be studying?" he asked.

Kelvin frowned. "Studying? Why would I need to be studying? It’s not like there’s a test or something tomorrow."

Liam stared at him.

"Kelvin," he said slowly. "There isn’t a test. There’s an exam. Starting tomorrow. Through Friday."

The words hung in the air.

Kelvin’s face went blank. His mouth opened slightly, then closed. His eyes widened.

"What?" he said quietly.

"Philosophy finals," Liam repeated. "They start tomorrow."

For a second, Kelvin just stood there, frozen. Then his jaw dropped, and he spun around, practically sprinting back to the driver’s side.

"Fuck!" he shouted, yanking the door open. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He threw himself into the seat, slammed the door, and fired up the engine. The Range Rover roared to life, and Kelvin peeled out of the parking lot like his life depended on it.

Liam stood there, watching the taillights disappear down the street.

’Now there’s the Kelvin I know and love,’ he thought, a smirk tugging at his face.

He turned and climbed the stairs to his apartment, shaking his head the whole way.

---

The next morning came too fast.

Liam sat in the exam hall, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, rows of students hunched over their desks. The room was silent except for the scratch of pens on paper and the occasional shuffle of feet.

Miss Kelly stood at the front, arms crossed, watching like a hawk.

Her blonde hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders, and her blue eyes scanned the room with sharp attention.

She wore a cream-colored blouse that hugged her frame, the fabric stretching across her chest, her large breasts filling it out completely.

The top two buttons were left undone, showing just a hint of cleavage.

The blouse was tucked into black leggings that clung to every curve—her round hips, the shape of her thighs, the fullness of her ass.

"You have two hours," she’d said at the start. "No phones. No talking. Eyes on your own paper."

He started writing. Question one. Question two.

The answers came easily, flowing from his pen without hesitation. He knew the material. It helped that philosophy had always made sense to him—the way it asked questions instead of pretending to have all the answers.

A few seats to his left, Kelvin was slouched over his desk, his head in his hands. He looked like he was in physical pain. His pen hadn’t moved in at least five minutes.

Liam glanced at him, then back at his own paper.

’Yeah. He’s screwed.’

The two hours dragged on. Liam filled in every question, double-checked his work, and set his pen down with ten minutes still left on the clock.

Finally, Miss Kelly called time.

"Pens down. Pass your papers forward."

A wave of relief swept through the room. Students stretched, groaned, and started gathering their things. Papers shuffled forward, desk by desk, until they reached the front.

Liam stood, slinging his bag over his shoulder. Kelvin was already waiting for him near the door, looking like he’d just survived a car crash.

They stepped outside into the hallway, the noise of other students flooding the space.

"That was tough," Kelvin muttered, rubbing his face.

Liam shrugged. "Not really."

Kelvin shot him a look. "Of course it wasn’t tough for you. You’re actually smart."

"Right," Liam said, smirking. "But you’re a great observant dumbass."

"Fuck you," Kelvin said, shoving him with his shoulder.

They both laughed as they walked down the hall, the tension from the exam already fading. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Liam glanced at Kelvin, still grinning.

"Hope you’re ready to face the next exam ahead," he said.

Kelvin groaned. "Don’t remind me."

---

Four Days Later

The final exam ended at noon on Friday.

"Pens down. Pass your papers forward."

Miss Kelly’s voice cut through the exam hall one last time. A collective sigh of relief swept through the room as students set down their pens and started passing their papers to the front.

Liam leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head. His neck cracked as he rolled his shoulders, working out the stiffness from sitting hunched over for two hours straight.

Around him, students were already gathering their bags, whispering excitedly about finally being done. The tension that had filled the room all week was gone, replaced by exhausted celebration.

Kelvin stumbled out of his seat a few rows over, looking like he’d just crawled out of a war zone. His hair was a mess, his eyes bloodshot, and he had the expression of someone who’d barely survived.

He shuffled over to Liam, dropping his bag on the floor.

"I’m done," Kelvin said flatly. "I’m officially brain-dead. That last exam killed me."

Liam smirked as he stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "It wasn’t that bad."

"Wasn’t that bad?" Kelvin stared at him. "Dude, that ethics section alone made me question my entire existence."

"You’ll survive."

Kelvin grinned, leaning against the desk. "Speaking of surviving, I’m going to the beach later today to cool my brain off. Gonna bring someone with me. You’re welcome to come too." He paused, then shoved Liam’s shoulder with a wide grin spreading across his face. "You could call Sofia."

Liam raised an eyebrow. "Who the hell are you bringing?"

"A girl I met this week."

Liam blinked. ’Of course. Even during exams, this guy doesn’t stop. Not surprised at all.’

But at least it wasn’t Kira.

That was a relief. The last thing he needed was to run into her and have her ask about Tasha.

That would open up a whole can of worms he wasn’t ready to deal with—especially explaining why Tasha wasn’t replying to his texts after he’d told her to walk like a dog in the park.

"Yo, earth to Liam."

Kelvin’s voice snapped him back to reality.

"You good?" Kelvin asked, waving a hand in front of his face.

"Yeah, yeah." Liam pulled out his phone, staring at Sofia’s contact. ’Would she even want to come? She just finished her exams too. She might not be in the mood for the beach. But... maybe I should try first.’

He opened their text thread and typed out a message.

Liam~ Hey. You done with exams? Kelvin and I are heading to the beach later if you want to come.

He hit send and waited.

A minute passed. Then two.

His phone buzzed.

Sofia~ I just finished. Beach sounds nice actually. I could use some air. What time?

Liam smiled.

Liam~ Right now. Meet at the school parking lot?

Sofia~ Sure. See you then.

He pocketed his phone and looked at Kelvin. "She’s in."

Kelvin grinned. "Nice. Alright, let’s get out of—"

"Liam."

A voice called out from behind.