My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives-Chapter 58: Spending $850k On A Mansion

Damian’s first great victory had been celebrated with a night he knew he would never forget, an unforgettable foursome that still lingered in his mind whenever he thought back on it. Yet he had greatly underestimated the discipline of his wives.

By seven in the morning he was already standing in the open field again, practicing his demonic force control under Ruby’s watchful eye. The training continued relentlessly until midnight. Only then would they leave to visit Mama Breezy, delivering the same carefully crafted visions night after night, visions that only deepened her fanatic devotion as she slowly came to believe she was experiencing direct encounters with God Himself.

Damian’s experiment with her began to change the way he viewed humanity.

He had always known such manipulation was possible with his new abilities. The system had made that clear from the start. But knowing something in theory and actually doing it were two completely different experiences.

The feeling it created inside him was unsettling.

He felt different from her.

Different in a way that was higher, almost as if he had been created above people like her. As if he naturally stood above them the way a god might stand above mortals.

He did not reject the feeling. But he was also afraid to embrace it. Because if he did, he did not know what he might eventually become.

He was already becoming colder. Already more calculating and ruthless than the man he once was. The thought of becoming something even more detached from humanity genuinely frightened him.

Then again, what else had he expected?

He was drawing power from the pit of hell itself.

Of course it would change him.

And Damian knew it.

For the remainder of the month he developed a strange routine. Every day he would stand naked before a mirror, staring silently at the perfect body that now reflected back at him while forcing himself to remember the flawed man he used to be.

The man Candice had dumped.

That man had been pitiful, yes. Weak, insecure, and easily discarded.

But he had not been evil.

He had not been cruel.

And Damian understood something important. If he stopped remembering that man, if he stopped consciously reminding himself of who he once was, then one day he might look into the mirror and see someone he no longer recognized.

Someone who had truly lost himself.

Yet life moved forward regardless.

Once he and Ruby agreed on the idea of moving somewhere larger, Damian wasted no time acting on it. If he was truly becoming the inheritor of the sin of lust, then he needed a home worthy of that title. A massive, secluded estate where he and his wives could exist without interruption.

To some people, buying a mansion immediately after his first big payday would have seemed reckless.

But Damian knew better.

He had a stable job.

A reliable income.

And more importantly, his lifestyle had become unbelievably cheap.

His wives required almost nothing from the human world except the affection and intimacy they enjoyed sharing with him. They already possessed treasures and jewels far beyond anything the wealthiest collectors on Earth had ever seen. Even food had become nearly irrelevant to him. These days he ate perhaps once a week, usually only when he was around normal people and felt the need to maintain appearances.

In truth, he barely spent money anymore.

His wives had given him more than he could ever repay. Buying them a home worthy of their presence was the least he could do.

Still, Damian was not foolish.

Owning such a property directly under his own name would have been a dangerous mistake. With the kind of work he was beginning to involve himself in and the sort of people he now dealt with, privacy was worth far more than luxury.

The house could never lead back to him.

That was the first rule.

The following morning he contacted a real estate attorney in Chicago. Instead of discussing properties immediately, Damian’s first instruction was simple. He wanted a limited liability company established that would act as the official buyer.

For wealthy investors this was standard practice, so the request did not attract any suspicion.

Within a day the attorney filed the paperwork with the State of Illinois and the company came into existence. Lustcity Holdings LLC existed only on paper, its sole purpose being to purchase and hold the property. Damian was privately listed as the managing member while the attorney’s office address served as the official correspondence location, effectively keeping Damian’s personal identity away from public property records.

With the company established, funding came next.

Damian transferred the purchase money into the LLC through the attorney’s escrow service. Because he intended to pay entirely in cash, the entire process became significantly faster. There were no mortgage lenders involved, no credit checks, and no prolonged financial scrutiny.

The attorney handled the search.

Through local listings he eventually located a large but aging estate on the quiet outskirts of Chicago. It sat far enough from dense neighborhoods to offer genuine privacy while still remaining legally within the metropolitan area.

The house had been sitting unsold for months.

That allowed the attorney to negotiate aggressively, eventually settling the price at eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

An offer was submitted under the LLC’s name.

Because the buyer was offering full cash payment with no financing conditions attached, the seller accepted quickly.

A short inspection period followed. It was mostly procedural, simply ensuring there were no catastrophic structural failures hidden within the building.

After that the deal moved directly toward closing.

The attorney prepared the purchase agreement, the title transfer documents, and the escrow arrangements. When closing day arrived, the funds were wired from the escrow account to the seller, and ownership of the estate officially transferred to Lustcity Holdings LLC.

On paper, the mansion now belonged to a quiet investment company.

Damian’s name appeared nowhere.

The entire process took barely two weeks.

By the time everything was finalized, the end of the month had arrived, and with it the approaching date of the preliminary hearings. Still, Damian refused to let legal tensions ruin the moment.

That night, around nine in the evening, Damian and his wives finally drove out to see the property for the first time.

The estate stood at the end of a narrow road surrounded by tall trees and long stretches of silent land. The iron gate creaked softly when Damian pushed it open, revealing a long gravel driveway that stretched toward the mansion.

At the far end stood the house.

A large aging structure built of dark stone, its tall windows reflecting the pale glow of moonlight. Time had left its marks on the building. Paint along the window frames had faded, the gardens had grown wild, and the once elegant fountain in the courtyard had long since run dry.

Yet the mansion still possessed presence.

Three floors rose above the ground with wide balconies and a sloping roof that gave the entire structure the quiet authority of an old aristocratic estate. The surrounding land stretched into darkness in every direction, offering exactly the kind of seclusion Damian had hoped for.

He stepped out of the car and slowly looked up at the building, gravel crunching beneath his shoes.

Ruby stood beside him, calmly observing the estate before returning her gaze to the mansion itself. Her expression remained neutral, neither impressed nor disappointed. She simply studied it with quiet curiosity.

Hazel approached from behind and wrapped her arms around Damian, pulling his head gently into the soft warmth of her chest. Racheal slipped her hand into his, smiling quietly as she stood beside him.

For Damian, the moment carried deeper meaning.

This was the first property he had ever purchased entirely on his own.

No loans.

No landlords.

No contracts binding him to someone else’s rules.

Just land, stone, and silence.

He slipped his free hand into his pocket and exhaled slowly.

"Not bad for eight hundred and fifty thousand."

Damian allowed himself a small smile.

He was satisfied.