Lust System: I will Cuck Everyone

The heavy wooden doors of the top-floor boardroom remained shut, blocking out the pathetic screams of the corrupt operations manager, as a dead silence settled over the remaining executives.

Rick sat casually in the heavy leather Chairman’s chair, resting his elbows on the polished mahogany table, as he looked at the terrified men and women sitting before him.

General Manager Bi Songjiang stood at attention, wiping a thin layer of cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, since he realized the young man sitting at the head of the table possessed the ruthless, unforgiving aura of a true emperor.

"Mr. Smith," Bi Songjiang began respectfully, keeping his voice steady despite his racing heart. "With Miao removed from the roster, I will personally oversee the eastern VIP pier to ensure operations continue without a single delay, as we cannot afford to lose our high-end clientele."

Rick tapped his rough knuckles against the wooden table, his dark eyes scanning the thick financial folders stacked in front of the General Manager.

"Throw those budget reports into the trash, Bi," Rick commanded lazily, his deep voice carrying a dominant weight that made the executives stiffen in their seats. "I did not buy Azure Harbor just to maintain a status quo, because resting on past achievements is a fast track to ruin."

Bi Songjiang blinked in surprise, slowly lowering the financial folder he was holding.

"I want this marina upgraded to the absolute pinnacle of global luxury," Rick dictated, laying out his heaven-defying vision for his new aquatic territory. "Rip out the old wooden docks and replace them with reinforced, custom-molded composite materials. I want every single luxury rental yacht in our fleet dry-docked and refitted with top-tier twin-turbo marine engines, premium imported leather seating, and reinforced fiberglass hulls."

The executives exchanged shocked glances, since the sheer scale of the renovations Rick just proposed would easily cost tens of millions of dollars, completely shattering their projected quarterly profits.

"Boss," a nervous finance director spoke up, raising a shaking hand. "Those upgrades will drain our liquid reserves within a month, making it difficult to maintain our current profit margins for the shareholders."

"I am the only shareholder," Rick stated flatly, his deadpan gaze locking onto the finance director and silencing the man instantly. "Money is just numbers on a screen. If you want to attract the highest echelon of billionaires to this harbor, you must offer them a playground they cannot find anywhere else in the world."

Rick leaned back in his leather chair, steepling his fingers, ready to secure the foundation of his empire.

"Furthermore," Rick announced, dropping a massive bombshell on the silent boardroom. "The reason low-level managers like Miao resort to cheap extortion is because the foundational hierarchy is rotting. Effective immediately, every single base-level employee working in this marina—the dockhands, the cleaners, the mechanics, and the security guards—will receive a flat twenty percent increase in their base salaries."

Bi Songjiang gasped softly, his eyes widening as he stared at Rick, realizing the sheer genius behind the young billionaire’s ruthless generosity.

By vastly improving the livelihoods of the lowest-tier workers, Rick was instantly buying the unwavering, fanatical loyalty of the hundreds of employees who actually kept the marina running, ensuring nobody would ever dare to betray him or accept outside bribes.

"You show true vision, Boss," Bi Songjiang praised, bowing his head deeply in genuine reverence, feeling a surge of intense motivation he had not felt since his youth. "I will draft the renovation blueprints and the new payroll structures immediately. We will transform Azure Harbor into a true heaven-defying paradise."

[Ding! Quest Completed: The Emperor’s Foundation!] [Objective: You discarded petty profit margins to build a world-class fleet, securing the fanatical loyalty of your workforce through ruthless generosity!] [Reward: +1000 Mischief Points, +2% Chef Occupation Progress!]

Rick read the glowing blue text floating in his vision, feeling highly satisfied with his morning takeover, as he stood up from the Chairman’s seat.

"I leave the execution in your hands, Bi," Rick said casually, turning his back on the bowing executives. "Do not disappoint me."

He walked out of the boardroom, taking the private elevator down to the sunlit lobby, stepping back out into the salty ocean breeze sweeping across the massive marina complex.

Rick strolled down the paved pathway leading toward the restricted VIP parking lot, intending to head back to the Peninsula Hotel to prepare for the upcoming Culinary Summit, but as he approached parking slot A-01, his system-enhanced hearing picked up a loud, chaotic commotion.

A massive crowd of wandering tourists, wealthy elites, and aspiring influencers had gathered in a tight circle in the center of the VIP lot, holding up their smartphones to snap rapid photos.

Rick narrowed his eyes, noticing the crowd was surrounding his thirty-million-dollar matte-carbon Koenigsegg Gemera.

Pushing his way slightly through the edge of the murmuring crowd, Rick crossed his arms over his broad chest, a highly entertained smirk stretching across his jawline as he saw exactly who was causing the disturbance.

Leaning casually against the hood of the hypercar, right next to the deep, jagged white scratch Tyler Harding had caused with the flower pot, were Chloe and her brunette friend.

The two arrogant gold-diggers were still wearing their revealing string bikinis and sheer cover-ups, posing dynamically for the flashing cameras, acting like literal royalty gracing the peasants with their presence.

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Chloe tossed her long blonde hair over her bare shoulder, puckering her glossy lips for a selfie, basking in the envious stares of the surrounding tourists.

"Oh my god, the aerodynamic lines on this machine are gorgeous," a young man in the crowd praised, holding up a high-end camera. "Excuse me, miss! What kind of engine does this beast have?"

Chloe did not know the first thing about automotive engineering, but her massive, fragile ego refused to miss a chance to flex her fake societal status.

"It has a custom V12 engine imported directly from Italy, obviously," Chloe lied smoothly, flashing a condescending smile at the young man, treating him like an uneducated fool. "My fiancé just had it shipped over last week, since he prefers European horsepower."

"Your fiancé?" an older, wealthy-looking woman asked, raising an eyebrow at the girls’ beachwear. "He must be incredibly successful to secure a Koenigsegg Gemera. I heard there are only a handful of these in the entire country."

"He is a true titan of the commercial district," Chloe boasted loudly, her voice dripping with unearned arrogance, puffing her chest out to make sure everyone in the parking lot heard her. "He actually just finalized the paperwork to buy this entire marina today. He is inside the administration building closing a multi-million-dollar deal right now, but he lets me drive his toys on the weekends."

The brunette friend giggled, nodding eagerly to support the ridiculous lie, feeling like an untouchable queen standing next to a thirty-million-dollar prop.

"Just please stand back, everyone,"