Lust System: I will Cuck Everyone

Rick pulled the phone slightly away from his ear, covering the microphone with his thumb. He offered the Mayor’s wife a warm, comforting smile, ignoring the heavy, awkward tension in the room.

"Please, Madam Mayor, don’t let it get cold. Start without me," Rick said politely.

He didn’t even need to extend the same courtesy to the Mayor. The politician had already surrendered to his gluttony, unable to resist the heaven-defying aroma, and was furiously carving into his plate.

Victoria’s confident expression instantly tightened. Her manicured nails dug sharply into her palms. She watched the Mayor scrape the bottom of the plate, licking the truffle sauce off his fork like a starving beggar.

Rick smirked. He effortlessly collected the empty plates and brought out the second course, placing a perfectly glazed duck breast in front of them, ignoring Victoria’s furious glare.

The Mayor’s wife took a small bite of the duck, and her thighs clamped together under the table. The system’s hidden aphrodisiac flooded her nervous system with raw dopamine, making her squirm in her seat while she shot hungry, desperate glances directly at Rick’s broad shoulders.

Rick lifted his phone back to his ear, finishing his sentence to Elena. "...since my new waitress is a bit clumsy and forgot to bring hers."

Elena went silent on the other end of the line for a solid three seconds, clearly imagining herself being forced into a short, slutty maid outfit for his amusement.

"You are a menace," Elena finally whispered, her voice trembling with hidden lust, before she abruptly ended the call.

Rick smoothly slipped the titanium phone back into his pocket, unaffected by the heavy silence in the room. He casually grabbed a bottle of vintage wine and poured a fresh glass for the Mayor’s wife.

Victoria glared at him. A complicated, chaotic mixture of pure fury and a deep, unwanted arousal warred in her chest; seeing him act like an untouchable alpha predator was making her inner thighs slick with wetness.

Rick bypassed her angry stare. He walked back to the kitchen and returned exactly five minutes later, placing the main course directly onto the mahogany table.

It was a thick, perfectly cooked slab of A5 Wagyu beef resting over a bed of smoked puree. The heaven-defying aroma was so intense that the Mayor literally dropped his crystal wine glass, forgetting all about his political ego.

By the time the third course was finished, the Mayor had stopped talking altogether. He aggressively shoved every single piece of meat into his mouth, practically licking the expensive porcelain plate clean.

The Mayor finally put his heavy silver fork down and leaned back in his leather chair. His fat face was flushed, sweating profusely from the overwhelming rush of system-enhanced culinary magic.

Victoria took a desperate step forward, hoping beyond hope that the politician would uphold their corrupt deal. "Well, Mayor? I assume the food was unacceptable and highly unorganized?"

The Mayor slowly turned his head to look at Victoria. He let out a heavy, satisfied burp, shattering her confident illusion in a single second.

"Victoria," the Mayor said in a quiet, almost reverent voice, ignoring the fact that he was supposed to ruin Rick’s career. "I have eaten in Paris, Tokyo, and New York... I have dined with presidents and kings."

The Mayor paused, looking directly at Rick with wide, conquered eyes.

"This is, without a single shadow of a doubt, the greatest fucking meal I have ever tasted in my entire pathetic life," the Mayor declared loudly, officially and publicly endorsing the kitchen.

Victoria froze. All the blood drained from her beautiful face, leaving her as pale as a sheet of paper. Her ultimate golden ticket had just been ripped out of her hands.

"No," Victoria whispered, shaking her head in denial. "No, that’s impossible. He’s just a junior chef."

She turned desperately to the Mayor’s wife. "Eleanor, surely you agree this is just... standard hotel fare? A cheap trick?"

The Mayor’s wife delicately wiped her mouth. Her eyes were hazy, and her pale neck was flushed a deep, vibrant pink. "Victoria, darling... it is exquisite. The absolute best I have ever had. I feel like I am floating."

Victoria’s breath hitched. She refused to believe it. Grabbing a clean silver fork from the serving cart, she marched over to the Mayor’s half-eaten plate, sliced a tiny, leftover piece of the A5 Wagyu, and shoved it into her mouth.

The moment the meat touched her tongue, her mind went entirely blank.

The Wagyu literally melted, releasing an explosion of rich, savory umami and deep, smoky sweetness that instantly overloaded her taste buds. It wasn’t just food; it was pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

How is this possible? Victoria thought, her knees genuinely going weak as the system’s magic washed over her. This flavor... it defies logic. It’s perfect. He’s perfect... No!

She swallowed hard, fighting the overwhelming surge of dopamine that made her heavy chest heave and her thighs tremble.

Rick did not let the moment pass. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, his dark eyes locking onto the terrified Chairwoman.

"I believe we had a bet, Victoria," Rick stated coldly, crushing her massive ego under his heavy boots. "The Mayor has publicly endorsed my kitchen... Which means it is time for you to fulfill the second condition."

Marcus, who had been hiding in the corner, suddenly stepped forward like a highly efficient ghost, holding a sleek black garment bag in his shaking hands. He unzipped the bag, revealing the outfit Rick had secretly ordered earlier in the day.

It was an incredibly cheap, tight, black-and-white French maid’s waitress uniform, complete with a frilly micro-skirt, a deeply scooped neckline, and a ridiculous little white apron.

Victoria gasped in pure, unadulterated horror. She took a panicked step backward, shaking her head frantically.

"No," Victoria whispered, her voice trembling with indignation. "I will not wear that cheap, disgusting rag! I am the Chairwoman of this board! You cannot humiliate me like this!"

"You either put on the uniform and serve the dessert, Victoria," Rick threatened ruthlessly, his voice dropping into a dark, lethal register, "Or I will use my fifty-five percent controlling stake to immediately terminate your position, freeze all your assets, and throw you out onto the street with absolutely nothing."

Victoria gritted her teeth so hard her jaw genuinely ached. Tears of humiliation welled up in her ice-blue eyes, because she knew this arrogant bastard was not bluffing.

With shaking, defeated hands, Victoria snatched the garment bag from Marcus. Avoiding the amused, mocking stares of the Mayor and his wife, she stormed aggressively into the adjoining private restroom.

The room fell into a heavy, anticipating silence for exactly ten minutes, before the restroom door finally clicked open.

Victoria stepped back into the dining room, and the sight was mind-blowing.

The cheap waitress uniform was ridiculously small for her mature, curvy body. The tight black fabric struggled desperately to contain her wide hips, while the frilly micro-skirt barely covered her pale ass cheeks, exposing nearly all of her thick, stocking-clad thighs.

The deeply scooped neckline pushed her massive, heavy breasts aggressively upward, looking like they were going to spill out of the thin fabric at any given second, while the little white apron was tied tightly around her waist, destroying her freezing corporate persona.

Her beautiful face was burning a violent shade of crimson. She kept her eyes glued firmly to the hardwood floor, utterly humiliated by the degrading outfit.

Rick let out a dark, wicked laugh. He grabbed a silver tray holding two delicate chocolate soufflés and shoved it roughly into her trembling hands.

"Serve the guests, waitress," Rick commanded crudely, enjoying every single second of her destruction.

Victoria bit her bottom lip so hard it almost bled. She awkwardly waddled over to the mahogany table, her wide hips swaying heavily in the micro-skirt, unable to hide her massive curves.

She bent over slightly to place the dessert plates on the table, and as she did, her heavy breasts practically spilled onto the tablecloth. The Mayor’s eyes bulged out of his fat head in pure, greedy lust, while his wife giggled quietly behind her hand.

"Careful now, Victoria," Rick mocked lazily, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "You don’t want to drop the plates. Good help is so incredibly hard to find these days."

Victoria quickly stood back up, her chest heaving violently with suppressed fury and deep, hidden arousal. She stood rigidly in the corner of the room, forced to watch the Mayor and his wife happily devour the dessert.

Twenty minutes later, the Mayor finally wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up from the table, satisfied and subdued by the heaven-defying meal.

"Mr. Smith," the Mayor said, offering a highly respectful bow that betrayed his political status. "You are an absolute culinary god. I will personally ensure City Hall sends a commendation to this hotel tomorrow morning."

"See that you do," Rick replied flatly, not even bothering to shake the man’s hand.

The Mayor and his highly aroused wife quickly exited the private dining room, closely followed by a deeply relieved Marcus, leaving Rick and Victoria alone in the silent, dimly lit room.

The second the heavy double doors clicked shut, a mechanical chime echoed inside Rick’s skull.

[Quest Completed: Private Dinner for the Mayor]

[Objective: You flawlessly prepared and served a complete private dinner for the Mayor, securing a massive public endorsement!]

[Reward: +5 % Chef Occupation Progress]

[Current Chef Class Completion: 15%]

Ding!

[System Notification: The God of Mischief is highly entertained by your ruthless humiliation of the Corporate Queen!]

[Small Surprise Gift Awarded: You have a gift waiting for you in the Parking lot. Check Parking Slot: A-01]

Rick read the glowing blue text. His dark eyes immediately snapped toward Victoria, who was still standing near the shattered table in her ridiculously tight maid outfit.

Victoria was completely frozen. Her entire body suddenly began to shiver violently, as the system’s chaotic magic forcefully amplified every single sensation on her skin, making the cheap fabric rubbing against her nipples feel like massive electric shocks.

Her breath hitched loudly in the quiet room. Her thighs instinctively clamped together, unable to stop the sudden, overwhelming flood of slick juices pooling between her legs.

"Are you going to stand there shivering like a good little maid," Rick sneered crudely, taking a slow, predatory step forward.

"Or are you finally going to beg me to finish what we started that night?"