Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 86: Cheering Her Mom Up

Liam’s brain caught up a second later.

’Wait. She’s not Elsa.’

His eyes moved over her face, taking in the features he’d seen at dinner just an hour ago.

The same white hair, yes, but the face was different. Older. More refined. The cheekbones sharper, the eyes holding a maturity that Elsa’s didn’t have yet.

Diana.

Elsa’s mom.

His hand was still on her ass.

’Okay. Okay. I’m screwed.’

But he wasn’t panicking. Not completely.

His heart was racing, sure, adrenaline flooding his system, but his mind was still working, still processing. He’d been in worse situations. Probably. Maybe.

Diana’s eyes were locked on his, wide and shocked, her lips parted slightly as she tried to process what was happening. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing quick and shallow.

Then she spoke, her voice shaky, barely above a whisper.

"Liam... what are you doing?"

Her tone wasn’t angry. It was confused, maybe a little breathless, and something else. Something that made the air between them feel charged.

Liam opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, text appeared in his vision.

[Diana Hart - Bio Update]

[Status: Sexually Frustrated]

[Details: Hasn’t had sex in three years. After her husband secured his financial goals, he became too busy to maintain intimacy. Diana has been accumulating pent-up sexual energy with no outlet.]

Liam’s eyes widened slightly.

’Three years? Jesus.’

Time froze.

Everything stopped. Diana’s breathing, the hum of the refrigerator, the faint creak of the house settling. Even the light from the fridge seemed to pause mid-flicker.

Two options appeared in glowing text.

[Option 1: "Your ass was calling. I just had to answer." +5 Lust Points]

[Option 2: "I’m so sorry, I thought you were Elsa." +0 Lust Points]

Liam stared at the options for a moment, his mind working through the implications.

’Option two is the safe play. Apologize, back off, pretend this never happened.’

He looked at Diana’s face, frozen in that moment of shock and something else. Her flushed cheeks.

’But that bio just told me everything I need to know. She’s frustrated. I can work with this.’

He selected an Option.

Time resumed.

Liam’s lips curved into a slight grin, his hand still resting on her ass, his fingers giving it another gentle squeeze.

"Your ass was calling," he said, his voice low and steady. "I just had to answer."

Diana’s eyes widened even more, her mouth opening in shock.

A faint sound escaped her throat, something between a gasp and a laugh, like she couldn’t quite believe what she’d just heard.

Then her hands came up to his chest, and she shoved him.

Hard.

Liam stumbled back a step, his hand finally leaving her ass as he caught his balance. Diana’s face was flushed, her eyes wide, her breathing rapid.

"What?" she said, her voice sharp but shaky. "What did you just say to me?"

Liam blinked, caught completely off guard.

’Okay. What the hell? That wasn’t the reaction I was expecting.’

He stared at her, his confidence evaporating for a moment. She looked genuinely shocked, her hands still raised defensively between them, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

’Shit. Is the system not working?’

Diana’s expression was a mess of emotions. Shock, definitely.

But also something else he couldn’t quite read. Her face was flushed red, not just from anger. Her breathing was heavy, her hands trembling slightly where they were raised between them.

"Liam," she said, her voice shaking. "That’s... that’s not something you say to your girlfriend’s mother."

Her tone was scolding, but there was something underneath it. Something that didn’t quite match the words.

Liam’s mind scrambled, trying to figure out what to do next.

’She pushed me away. She’s telling me off. But...’

He looked at her eyes. Really looked.

They were wide, yes. But not with anger. With something else. Fear, maybe. Or confusion. And beneath that, something darker, something hungry that she was trying desperately to hide.

Time froze again.

[Option 1: "You pushed me away, but you haven’t moved. You’re still standing there. That tells me you want this." +6 Lust Points]

[Option 2: "You’re right. I hope you can forgive me." +0 Lust Points]

Liam’s eyes moved over the options.

’She did push me away. But she’s right there. Still within reach. Still looking at me like...’

He selected Option 1.

Time resumed.

Liam took a slow breath, steadying himself. Then he took a step forward, closing some of the distance between them again.

"You pushed me away," he said quietly, his voice calm and measured. "But you haven’t moved. You’re still standing there."

Diana’s breath hitched, her eyes locked on his.

"That tells me you want this," Liam continued, his eyes never leaving hers.

Diana’s lips parted, a small sound escaping her throat.

Her hands were still raised between them, but they weren’t pushing him away anymore.

They were just there, hovering, like she couldn’t decide whether to create distance or close it.

"Liam..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

Her face was flushed darker now, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

She looked like she was fighting something, some internal battle between what she knew she should do and what she wanted to do.

Then she made a sound, a soft, almost involuntary whimper that came from somewhere deep in her throat.

Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, and when they opened again, they were darker, filled with something she couldn’t hide anymore.

Liam felt his body react immediately, heat flooding through him. His cock hardened, pressing against the fabric of his pants, the sensation sudden and undeniable.

Diana’s eyes flicked down, following the movement, and her breath caught.

She saw it. The outline of his erection straining against his pants, thick and obvious.

Her eyes widened, shock and something else flashing across her face.

’He’s... big. God, he’s really big.’

Her mind was racing, thoughts colliding with each other in a chaotic mess.

’I should walk away. Right now. Just turn around and go back upstairs. Pretend this never happened.’

But she couldn’t move.

’I came down here because I couldn’t sleep. Because I was lying next to James, feeling that ache again, that need. And when I reached for him, he just turned over. Said he was tired. Like he always does... But I made him hard. A young man like Liam. I did that.’

But then guilt crashed over her, sharp and painful.

’What am I doing? This is wrong. He’s Elsa’s boyfriend. I’m married. I shouldn’t be... I shouldn’t be feeling like this.’

But when she looked back up at Liam’s face, saw the heat in his eyes, felt the warmth radiating from his body just inches away from hers, something else took over.

Lust.

It clouded every single rational thought, every piece of judgment she had left. The three years of frustration, of being ignored, of lying in bed alone while her husband worked late, all of it came rushing to the surface.

She didn’t want to feel sad. She didn’t want to feel guilty. She didn’t want to feel angry.

She just wanted him.

Time froze one more time.

[Option 1: "Diana, let me take care of you." +10 Lust Points]

[Option 2: "Let’s do it." +7 Lust Points]

Liam selected Option 1.

Time resumed.

Liam’s voice dropped lower, softer, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her knees feel weak.

"Diana," he said quietly, "let me take care of you."

Diana’s breath caught in her throat. Her lips parted, her eyes searching his face like she was looking for something, some sign that this was real, that he meant it.

"Liam..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

She looked nervous. Uncertain. Like she was standing on the edge of something and couldn’t decide whether to jump or step back.

Liam didn’t give her time to think.

He leaned in and kissed her.

His lips pressed against hers, firm but not forceful, his hand coming up to cup the side of her face. For a moment, she froze, her body tense, her mind screaming at her to stop.

But then she melted.

Her lips parted, and she kissed him back, her hands coming up to rest on his chest. The kiss deepened, her tongue sliding against his, and suddenly all the hesitation was gone.

Liam’s mind was working even as his body responded, comparing the sensation to kissing Elsa.

’She kisses like her daughter. Same softness, same warmth. But there’s more experience..’

Diana’s hands moved up to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as the kiss grew more intense. Her body pressed against his, the thin fabric of her nightgown doing nothing to hide the heat of her skin.

Liam’s hands moved, one sliding up her back, the other dropping down to grip her ass again, squeezing, kneading. She made a small sound against his lips, a soft moan that sent a jolt of heat through him.

They kissed for what felt like minutes, their breathing heavy, their bodies pressed together. Liam’s hands explored her, feeling the curve of her waist, the softness of her hips, the way her body responded to his touch.

Then he lifted her.

His hands gripped her thighs, and he hoisted her up effortlessly. Diana gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, her arms looping around his neck.

"Liam," she breathed, her voice shaky.

He didn’t respond. He just kept kissing her, his hands gripping her ass, holding her up as he carried her out of the kitchen.

They moved through the hallway, Liam’s lips never leaving hers, her legs wrapped tight around him.

He could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her panties, could feel the way her body pressed against his, needy and desperate.

He reached the living room and lowered her onto the couch, laying her back against the cushions.

She looked up at him, her white hair spread out around her head, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her nightgown riding up to show more of her thighs.

Liam climbed on top of her, his body pressing against hers, his lips finding hers again. His hands roamed over her body, sliding under the nightgown, feeling the softness of her skin, the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts.

Diana moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer.

And then they heard it.

Footsteps.

Coming down the hallway.

Liam’s head snapped up, his body going rigid. Diana’s eyes went wide, panic flooding her face.

"Oh god," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Liam moved fast. He grabbed Diana’s hand and pulled her off the couch, dropping to the floor in front of it, pulling her down with him. They pressed themselves flat against the floor, hidden behind the couch, Diana’s hand clamped over her mouth to keep herself quiet.

Liam’s mind was racing.

’Cloak. I activated it earlier. She can’t see us. She can’t hear us.’

The footsteps grew closer, and then Elsa appeared in the living room doorway.

Her phone in her hand, her expression confused as she looked around the room.

"Liam?" she called out, her voice quiet but clear.

Diana’s entire body was tense, her breathing shallow, her hand still pressed over her mouth. She was terrified, her eyes wide as she stared at the back of the couch.

But Liam was calm. He knew they were invisible. The cloak ability made them completely undetectable.

Elsa walked further into the room, her eyes scanning the space. "Liam? Where’d you go?"

She looked around, her brow furrowed, then glanced toward the kitchen. "Maybe he went to get water..."

She stood there for a moment longer, then sighed and turned back toward the hallway. "Guess he’s not here."

She walked away, her footsteps fading as she headed back upstairs.

Diana let out a shaky breath, her body trembling as the adrenaline slowly faded. She looked at Liam, her eyes wide, her face flushed.

"She... she didn’t see us," Diana whispered, her voice filled with disbelief.

Liam looked at her, his expression calm, his lips curving into a slight smile.

’Yeah. Because she couldn’t.’

But Diana didn’t know that. And he wasn’t about to explain it.