Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 70: New Kink Unlocked 2

Liam laughed. He kept his wet fingers where she had to look at them. "Nothing to say, Elsa? You always have a comeback. Guess the truth’s too loud right now."

Elsa’s breath hitched, but she didn’t crumble. Instead, she planted her palms against his chest and gave him a firm shove. It wasn’t enough to knock him over, but it was enough to create space.

She wiped a stray strand of white hair behind her ear, her face still flushed a deep pink.

"Don’t get ahead of yourself, Liam," she said, her voice regaining some of its edge even if it was a bit breathless.

She looked down at the floor, then back up at him with a look that was half-daring and half-embrassed. "You’re right. I can’t stop thinking about it. But I don’t think you can handle someone like me."

Liam arched an eyebrow, standing straight and crossing his arms.

He let his gaze wander down her body again—the way that white tank top strained against her boobs and how the black shorts seemed to be losing the battle to keep her ass covered.

"Someone like you?" he repeated, smirking. "What’s that supposed to mean? "

Elsa didn’t laugh. She bit her lip and looked away. "It’s just... I have a specific way of having sex," she said quietly.

The confidence she usually had was gone, replaced by something genuine that made Liam’s stomach flip.

Liam snorted. "Specific way of having sex? Elsa, I’ve been to a swingers party. I’ve seen people do things with fruit and furniture that would make a gymnast quit. You think whatever you’re into is going to bother me?"

The words came out before he could stop them. As soon as he said ’swingers party,’ he winced internally.

’Probably shouldn’t have said that.’

Elsa’s head snapped up, eyebrow raised. The shyness vanished. "How did you end up at a swingers party?" She paused. "I didn’t even know they were real."

Liam rubbed the back of his neck, heat crawling up his face. "Neither did I." He exhaled. "The only person I trusted lied to me."

"To a swingers party?" she pressed, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Who would be that cruel?" A pause. "And you that easy to trick?"

"To a swingers party? Yes." He met her eyes.

"Who would be that cruel? My best friend, apparently." A dry laugh. "And yes, I’m that easy to trick. You’d be surprised where he drags me." He shook his head. "I don’t know why I keep trusting him."

Liam stepped toward her, his voice lower. "But we’re not talking about my idiot friend. We’re talking about you. Show me what’s so unique that you think I can’t handle."

Elsa stared at him, searching his eyes. When she didn’t find what she was looking for, she let out a shaky breath.

"Fine," she whispered. "Follow me."

She turned and walked down the hallway. Liam followed, watching her ass.

The black shorts were tight enough that he could see every shift and flex as she walked.

She led him into a bedroom at the end of the hall. It was small, maybe twelve by twelve feet, but it felt cozy.

A queen-sized bed took up most of the space, covered in a thick, charcoal-gray comforter.

Two small nightstands sat on either side with simple black lamps.

There was a large window with black curtains pulled tight, and a soft, circular rug on the hardwood floor.

It smelled even more like vanilla in here, warm and inviting.

’Clean, organized, normal,’ Liam thought, glancing around. ’Where’s the catch?’

Elsa didn’t stop at the bed.

She walked over to a massive, three-door wardrobe made of dark wood that took up almost an entire wall.

She stood in front of it for a second, her shoulders tense.

"Prepare yourself," she said, her voice barely audible.

She reached out and gripped the handles, swinging the heavy doors wide open.

Liam expected to see rows of dresses, coats, maybe some shoes. Instead, his brain stalled out.

The wardrobe was packed. But not with normal clothes.

On the left side, there was a bright blue and white maid’s outfit with a frilly lace apron and matching headpiece.

Next to it hung a stiff, dark green military-style jacket with gold buttons and a short, pleated skirt.

Further down, he saw a red-and-black spandex suit that looked like it belonged to a superhero, a schoolgirl uniform with a plaid skirt that was impossibly short, and a white nurse’s outfit that was mostly sheer mesh and some others he really couldn’t describe.

There were wigs on the top shelf—long pink ones, short blue bobs, jet black tresses.

There were props, too. A plastic stethoscope, a pair of handcuffs, a fake katana, and even a pair of fuzzy animal ears.

Liam stared at the pile of costumes, then back at Elsa, who was looking at the floor.

"Wow. Wasn’t expecting this. So what’s wrong with it?"

She finally looked at him, her eyes bright with embarrassment. "I told you. I’m unique. I don’t just have sex, Liam. I like to be in character. I like to cosplay. If we’re going to do this, I want to be someone else. I want you to be someone else."

She gestured to the wardrobe, her hand shaking slightly. "It’s the only way I really get off. High stakes, high drama. Being someone I’m not."

Liam looked at the maid outfit, then the superhero suit, then back at Elsa in her tank top.

’Cosplay?’

A slow grin spread across his face.

Elsa’s expression hardened. "I knew you couldn’t handle it."

"Handle it?" Liam stepped toward the wardrobe and pulled something out, holding it up between them. He looked her dead in the eye. "Why don’t you put this on? I could use a checkup."

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Tasha was sprawling across Liam’s bed, her body twisting in the dark gray sheets like she was trying to wrestle them into submission.

She let out a frustrated scream, the sound muffled slightly by the pillow she’d just punched for the third time in the last ten minutes.

"Where the hell is he?" she muttered, shoving herself upright.

Liam’s oversized black T-shirt hung loose on her frame, the fabric sliding off one shoulder as she moved. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, riding up every time she shifted position. Underneath, she wore nothing but her underwear—plain cotton, light blue with a small white bow at the front.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and jabbed at the screen with more force than necessary.

11:47 PM.

Her jaw tightened.

"He said he’d be back in an hour. Maybe two." She stared at the numbers like they’d personally betrayed her. "It’s been way longer than that."

She flopped back onto the bed with a huff, her black hair fanning out across the pillow. For a moment, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling, her arms crossed over her chest.

Then she shot back up again.

"This is ridiculous," she said to the empty room, her voice sharp with irritation. "I’m literally sitting here waiting for him like some—"

She stopped mid-sentence, her cheeks flushing slightly.

’Why am I even this worked up?’

She shook her head and grabbed her phone again, scrolling through her messages even though she knew there was nothing new.

Still nothing from Liam.

Still nothing from Kaleb either.

Her stomach twisted.

’What if something happened? What if my uncle’s people found him? What if—’

Three sharp knocks echoed from the front door.

Tasha’s heart jumped into her throat.

She scrambled off the bed so fast she nearly tripped over her own feet, the oversized shirt twisting around her as she bolted toward the door.

"Finally," she breathed, relief flooding through her chest.

She didn’t even check the peephole—just yanked the door open.

And immediately felt her excitement deflate like a popped balloon.

Kelvin stood in the doorway, holding a large pizza box in both hands with a grin so wide it looked like his face might split in half.

"Hiii!" he said brightly, his voice pitching up at the end like he was announcing a game show prize.

Tasha just stared at him.

Her hand was still on the doorknob. Her expression was completely flat.

"Kelvin," she said, her tone absolutely dripping with disappointment.

Kelvin’s grin faltered slightly, but he recovered quickly, lifting the pizza box a little higher like it might improve the situation.

"Hey, at least you could pretend to be glad to see me," he said, stepping past her into the apartment before she could protest.

She closed the door behind him as he entered, the lock clicking into place.

Tasha turned to face him, her arms crossing over her chest. The movement made the oversized shirt shift again, the neckline slipping further down one shoulder.

"Why are you here?" she asked, her voice sharp.

Kelvin set the pizza box down on the small coffee table and straightened up, brushing his hands together. He was wearing a faded red hoodie with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows and dark jeans that looked like they’d seen better days. His brown hair was slightly messy, sticking up in places like he’d been running his hands through it.

"My boy told me to come meet you here," he said casually, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Make sure you’re safe and all that."

Tasha’s eyes narrowed.

"Wait." Her voice dropped, suspicion creeping into every syllable. "So Liam isn’t coming home tonight?"

Kelvin shrugged. "Seems like it."

Tasha’s arms dropped to her sides, her hands clenching into fists. "Why? Don’t tell me it’s because of the girl he went on a dinner date with."

"Nah, nah," Kelvin said quickly, waving one hand dismissively. "My boy isn’t like that. It’s more like... her parents wouldn’t let him leave early, you know? So he’s staying at a hotel close to the restaurant tonight. Safer that way."

Tasha just stared at him.

Her blue eyes narrowed further, locked onto his face like she was trying to bore holes through his skull.

Kelvin shifted his weight from one foot to the other, the grin on his face starting to crack under the intensity of her glare.

’If I stare long enough, he’ll break,’ she thought.

The silence stretched on.

Kelvin was already moving toward the TV, eyeing the console sitting beneath it. He grabbed one of the controllers off the coffee table and turned back to Tasha with that same hopeful grin.

"Wanna play?" he asked, holding up the controller.

Tasha looked at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable.

Then she shook her head. "I’m good."

She turned and walked back toward the bed, the oversized black shirt shifting with each step, the hem riding up slightly at the back of her thighs.

Kelvin watched her go, his shoulders sagging slightly. "Alright, cool. I’ll just... eat this pizza then."

Tasha didn’t respond. She climbed back onto the bed and pulled the blanket over herself, settling into the same spot she’d been in before Kelvin showed up.

She stared at the ceiling, her phone resting on her stomach, the screen dark.

Her mind wandered back to Liam.

To the fact that he wasn’t here.

To the fact that he was staying at a hotel. Alone. With that girl.

Her jaw tightened.

’You better not be doing what I’m thinking, Liam.’