Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 67: After Dinner Sex 3

The silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity.

Liam glanced at Elsa, who was staring down at her own menu like it held the secrets of the universe.

Her jaw was tight, her shoulders tense, and her fingers were gripping the edges of the menu hard enough that her knuckles had turned white.

Finally, her mother cleared her throat and set her menu down. "So, Elsa." Her voice was calm, gentle. "How have you been doing, sweetheart?"

Elsa looked up, her expression carefully neutral. "I’m fine, Mom."

Diana nodded slowly, then glanced at her husband with a soft smile. "You see, honey? She’s alright."

Her father’s expression remained hard, his jaw tight as he stared at his daughter, saying nothing.

Diana reached over and squeezed Elsa’s hand gently. "Your father has been so worried about you, sweetheart. Asking me every single day if I’ve heard from you—are you eating properly, are you safe, are you making good decisions."

She glanced at her husband with affectionate concern. "Every day, Elsa. He was the one who suggested we set up this dinner so he could see for himself that you’re okay."

Elsa’s father shifted in his seat, his arms crossing over his chest, but he didn’t contradict his wife.

Diana’s smile was warm but tinged with sadness. "We’ve both missed you so much. It feels like you’ve been avoiding us."

Elsa looked down at the table, her fingers twisting together in her lap. "I know. I just... things have been complicated."

Her father’s jaw tightened, his gaze shifting briefly to Liam before returning to his daughter with barely concealed contempt.

He still said nothing, but the tension radiating from him was palpable.

There was a pause, and then her father finally spoke.

"You could have done great things in life, Elsa."

The words came out sharp, bitter, and they hung in the air like a knife.

Elsa’s entire body went rigid.

Liam glanced between them, sensing the shift in the room.

The tension had been simmering before, but now it was boiling over.

"Dad—" Elsa started, but her father cut her off.

"You had the grades," he continued, his voice rising slightly. "The scholarships. The future. Everything was laid out for you. And you threw it all away."

"Honey—" Diana began, reaching out to touch his arm, but he didn’t stop.

"You threw it away for *him*." Her father’s eyes were hard now, his hands clenched into fists on the table, knuckles white against the crisp linen. "That boy convinced you to give up everything. God knows what you’re doing now."

His voice had gotten a bit loud, enough that the couple at the table beside them glanced over.

Elsa kept her gaze locked on her father, refusing to acknowledge the attention, even as heat crept up her neck.

"Dad, stop." Elsa’s voice was quiet, but there was steel underneath it.

"No, I won’t stop." Her father’s voice was like ice, and he looked at Liam for the first time with something other than cold dismissal.

It was anger now. Pure anger. "You took my daughter’s future from her. You convinced her that she didn’t need an education, that she didn’t need a career, that she could just... waste her life working retail while you—"

"Dad, he’s not Ray."

The table went silent.

Her father blinked, his mouth still open mid-sentence.

He stared at Elsa, then at Liam, then back at Elsa. "What?"

"He’s not Ray," Elsa repeated, her voice steadier now. "Ray and I... we broke up. A month ago."

Diana’s hand flew to her chest, her eyes widening with surprise and—was that relief? Her father’s expression shifted—surprise, confusion, maybe even a flicker of satisfaction beneath the shock. "A month ago? Then who—"

"This is Liam," Elsa said, gesturing toward him. "My new boyfriend."

Liam kept his face neutral, but internally, something twisted in his chest.

’A month?, Though... she’s not completely lying’

He could see it now, the way her father had positioned himself.

The anger, the disappointment, all directed at breaking Elsa down piece by piece while Diana sat there trying to keep the peace.

That’s why she’d needed to tell them to stop it.

Her father’s anger faltered, replaced by confusion.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Liam more carefully now, like he was seeing him for the first time.

Diana leaned forward making her boobs giggle from the movement, her expression brightening considerably, genuine curiosity replacing the worried tension she’d carried since arriving.

"Oh," her father said quietly. He glanced at Liam again, this time with less hostility and more... uncertainty. "I see."

Diana smiled, reaching over to squeeze Elsa’s hand. "Well, that’s wonderful news, sweetheart. I’m so glad you’re moving forward."

Her father cleared his throat, still studying Liam with a calculating gaze. "How old are you, son?"

"Twenty-five," Liam replied, keeping his voice calm even as his thoughts churned.

Her father’s eyebrow raised. "You don’t look twenty-five."

"I get that a lot," Liam said with a slight shrug.

Her father hummed, still studying him like he was trying to decide whether or not to believe him. Diana, however, seemed much more at ease now, her posture relaxing as she settled back in her chair.

"You broke up with Ray a month ago?" Diana asked gently, looking at her daughter with genuine concern.

"Yes."

"Why didn’t you tell us?"

Elsa hesitated, her fingers twisting together in her lap again. "Because I knew Dad would have questions. And I just... I needed time."

Diana’s expression softened. "Sweetheart, you can always talk to me. You know that, don’t you?"

"I know," Elsa said quietly.

Her father nodded curtly, then looked at Liam again. This time, his gaze was less openly hostile and more... assessing. But it was Diana who spoke next, leaning forward with bright interest.

"So, Liam," she said warmly. "What do you do for work?"

’Time to make myself look good’

Liam didn’t hesitate.

"I run my own business," he said smoothly, leaning back slightly in his chair.

Elsa’s head snapped toward him so fast he thought she might’ve pulled something.

Her eyes went wide with shock, panic, confusion all flashing across her face in rapid succession.

Her mouth opened slightly, then closed again, like she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

’He’s lying,’ she thought, her heart pounding in her chest. ’He works at the store. With me. What the hell is he doing?’

But she couldn’t call him out. Not here. Not in front of her parents.

Diana’s expression brightened immediately. Her eyes lit up, and she leaned forward slightly, genuine interest radiating from her. "Your own business? What kind of business?"

"Logistics and consulting," Liam said, keeping his tone casual but confident.

"Helping smaller companies streamline their operations, cut costs, improve efficiency. It’s niche, but there’s a real demand for it."

Diana’s entire face lit up with delight.

The warmth in her expression intensified, genuine approval shining through. She glanced at her husband, then back at Liam. "That sounds... impressive. Really impressive."

"It’s a lot of work," Liam admitted, flashing a modest smile. "But I like the challenge. Keeps me sharp."

Elsa’s hands were trembling slightly under the table. She clasped them together tightly, trying to steady herself, but her mind was racing.

Her father’s expression remained neutral, but there was a subtle shift in his posture, he was listening more carefully now.

"How long have you been running it?" Diana asked, her tone warm and encouraging.

"Long enough to get some traction," Liam said smoothly. "Started small with freelance projects, but it’s been growing. Word of mouth goes a long way in this industry."

Her father nodded slowly, a hint of grudging approval creeping into his features. "That’s the right way to do it. Build trust, build reputation. Too many young people these days want instant success without putting in the work."

"Exactly," Liam agreed, matching his energy. "You can’t rush quality."

Diana was practically beaming now. She reached over and placed a hand on Elsa’s arm, squeezing gently. "Sweetheart, he sounds wonderful. Much better than—" She stopped herself, glancing at Liam. "Well. You know."

Elsa forced a smile, but it felt like her face might crack. "Yeah. He’s... great."

Her father leaned back in his chair, his arms uncrossing slightly, though his expression remained guarded.

Diana, however, was all smiles.

"You know, Liam, we were planning to have a very different conversation tonight when we thought you were Ray."

Her smile was warm and genuine. "But honestly, you’ve impressed us. Someone responsible, hardworking, with his life together, that’s exactly what Elsa needs."

"I appreciate that, ma’am," Liam said, inclining his head slightly.

Her father gave a curt nod, his expression softening just a fraction. "It’s refreshing to see a young man with ambition. Someone who’s actually *doing* something with their life." He shot Elsa a meaningful look. "I’m glad you found someone who can match your potential."

Elsa’s smile tightened. "Me too, Dad."

Diana picked up her menu again, her tone lighter now, almost cheerful. "Well, this calls for a celebration. Order whatever you want, kids. Tonight’s on us."

As her parents turned their attention back to their menus, Elsa leaned slightly toward Liam, her voice dropping to a barely audible whisper. "What the hell are you doing?" 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Liam glanced at her, his expression calm, almost amused. "Helping you out," he whispered back. "Isn’t that what you wanted?"

"You’re going to get caught and I’m going to kill you—"

"Relax," he murmured, his tone so low only she could hear. "I’ve got this."

Elsa stared at him for a long moment, her heart still racing, then slowly turned back to her menu. Her hands were still shaking.

’Please don’t let this blow up in our faces.’

The conversation moved forward after that, lighter, easier.

Her parents asked more questions, but they were softer now, more curious than interrogating.

They talked about the neighborhood, about Diana’s book club, about her father’s golf game. Liam answered when spoken to, kept his responses smooth and confident, and gradually, the atmosphere warmed even further.

At one point, Diana started recounting an embarrassing story from when Elsa was twelve and had tried to dye her hair purple in the bathroom sink, and despite himself, Liam found himself laughing, genuinely this time.

’Okay. Maybe this isn’t so bad.’ Liam thought as a smile tugged his lip.

Then Diana leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, and looked Liam dead in the eyes with a playful but pointed smile.

"So, Liam," she said, her voice warm but curious. "Why do you like my daughter?"

Time seemed to freeze.

[Option 1: "She has a great personality." Grab her ass. +35 Lust Points]

[Option 2: "I’m still finding out myself." +2 Lust Points]

Liam didn’t hesitate.

He picked.

Time snapped back, and Liam leaned forward slightly. "She has a great personality."

As he spoke, his hand slid under the table and landed squarely on Elsa’s ass, squeezing firmly through the thin fabric of her dress.

Elsa’s entire body went rigid.

Her eyes widened, her lips parting slightly, but she didn’t make a sound.

Her hands, which had been resting on the table, clenched into fists on her lap, and Liam could see the way her knuckles turned white.

Diana tilted her head, her smile warm and oblivious. "Elsa, sweetheart, are you alright?"

"I’m fine," Elsa said quickly, her voice slightly strained. "I’m just really hungry."

Liam kept his expression neutral, his hand still resting exactly where it was, and leaned back in his chair.

’It’s so soft.’