Lust System: I will Cuck Everyone

Rick left the trembling oyster vendor behind to deal with the angry mob of scammed tourists, as he continued his casual stroll down the sprawling, sun-drenched wooden boardwalk of the Azure Harbor Marina, deciding to inspect the deeper, more exclusive sections of his newly acquired territory.

He walked past rows of pristine, multi-million dollar luxury vessels bobbing gently in the crystal-clear water, smelling the heavy mixture of expensive sea salt and premium boat wax, until his sharp, system-enhanced hearing picked up the sound of loud, obnoxious giggling coming from an elite rental slip.

Docked at the end of the restricted pier was a massive, three-story luxury rental yacht boasting a sleek white fiberglass hull and a sprawling teakwood deck, which was typically reserved for the city’s highest-paying executives to host private offshore parties.

Standing on the expensive rear deck were two young women wearing highly revealing, designer string bikinis wrapped in sheer, shimmering cover-ups, holding empty crystal wine glasses while they swayed their wide hips to the loud music pumping from the yacht’s premium speakers.

Rick narrowed his dark eyes, noticing a massive, spreading puddle of dark crimson liquid soaking deeply into the pristine, custom white leather seating area arranged around the stern, since the girls had clearly dropped a heavy bottle of vintage red wine during their careless partying.

The damage did not stop at the spilled wine, because one of the girls had kicked off her sharp stiletto heels, leaving a massive, jagged tear right through the center of the expensive leather upholstery, exposing the foam padding underneath to the salty ocean air.

"Oh my god, Chloe, look what you just did!" the taller brunette giggled, pointing her manicured finger at the ruined seating area, showing absolutely zero remorse for destroying thousands of dollars worth of company property. "The rental agency is going to throw an absolute fit when they see you ripped their custom leather with your heel!"

"Who cares about some stupid leather?" Chloe sneered, tossing her long blonde hair over her bare shoulder, acting like a spoiled princess who believed the entire world existed merely to serve her whims. "We paid three thousand dollars just to rent this stupid boat for the afternoon, so a few wine stains and a tiny scratch should be covered under their basic insurance."

"Besides," Chloe continued, offering a wicked, manipulative smirk as she leaned against the stainless steel railing, "If the dock manager tries to charge our credit cards for the damage, we will just bat our eyelashes and act like innocent victims, because men in this city are literal dogs who will forgive anything if you show them a little bit of cleavage."

Rick stood on the boardwalk just a few feet away, crossing his muscular arms over his chest, feeling a cold surge of pure irritation, since these two arrogant gold-diggers were actively destroying a premium asset that belonged entirely to his personal empire.

Before Rick could step forward to enforce his authority, a heavy set of footsteps echoed down the wooden pier, as a slightly overweight, balding man wearing a flashy, tailored blue suit hurried toward the docked yacht, holding a digital tablet in his sweaty hands.

This was Operations Manager Miao, the man directly responsible for overseeing the daily logistics and VIP rentals for this specific sector of the marina, and his face was twisted into a harsh scowl as he surveyed the massive mess the girls had left on the pristine deck.

"What in the world happened here?!" Manager Miao demanded, raising his voice to assert his corporate authority, as he stepped onto the teakwood deck and pointed his tablet at the ruined white leather. "Do you have any idea how much custom marine upholstery costs to replace?! You ruined a vintage bottle of wine and slashed the seating!"

Chloe did not panic, as she simply pouted her glossy lips, stepping forward to press her heavy, bikini-clad breasts subtly against the manager’s arm, utilizing her fake charm to manipulate the situation.

"We are so sorry, Manager Miao," Chloe whined in a high-pitched, grating voice, fluttering her fake eyelashes as she looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "The boat rocked from a passing wave, and we just lost our balance. You aren’t going to charge two poor, helpless girls a massive repair fee for a little accident, are you?"

Manager Miao stiffened, intending to read them the riot act, but as he looked down at Chloe’s exposed cleavage and the sheer fabric clinging to her curvy hips, his harsh scowl instantly melted into a disgusting, sleazy smile.

His greedy eyes dragged up and down their half-naked bodies, realizing these two beautiful women were completely desperate to avoid a massive financial penalty, which presented him with the perfect opportunity to abuse his corporate power.

"Well," Manager Miao began, his voice dropping into a low, sleazy register as he casually placed his sweaty hand onto Chloe’s bare waist, giving her soft flesh a subtle squeeze, "The repair bill for this specific custom leather and the deep stain removal is going to run a flat fifty thousand dollars, which I am legally obligated to charge directly to the card you left on file."

The brunette gasped, her face turning pale, but Manager Miao quickly raised his hand to stop her panic, leaning in incredibly close to Chloe’s neck, smelling her expensive perfume.

"However," Miao smirked, licking his dry lips, "I am the senior operations manager of this entire sector, meaning my word is absolute law on these docks. I possess the authority to simply write this massive damage off as standard ’wear and tear’, saving you girls a fortune."

Chloe’s eyes lit up with predatory understanding, knowing exactly how this corrupt game was played, as she leaned her body closer to his tailored suit.

"You are so generous, Manager Miao," Chloe purred, running her acrylic nail lightly down his lapel. "How can we possibly repay such a massive favor?"

"It is quite simple," Miao offered, puffing out his chest to project a fake alpha aura, treating the company’s multi-million dollar yacht like his own personal bargaining chip. "You two add my personal WeChat account right now, and you join me for a private, intimate dinner at a luxury hotel downtown tonight. You treat me well, and I make this fifty-thousand-dollar invoice disappear into the void."

The two girls exchanged a quick, knowing look, bursting into loud, enthusiastic giggles, since trading a few hours of flirting with an ugly manager to escape a fifty-thousand-dollar debt was a flawless deal in their shallow minds.

"Consider it done, handsome," Chloe laughed, pulling her waterproof smartphone from her beach bag to scan his personal QR code, fully prepared to sell her dignity to save her bank account.

Rick watched the entire transaction unfold from the boardwalk, his deadpan eyes turning pitch-black with suppressed fury, because this corrupt rat was literally bleeding his newly acquired company dry just to secure a cheap date with a couple of low-tier plastic toys.

"Since when does a fifty-thousand-dollar corporate repair bill cost a single WeChat add?" Rick asked lazily, his deep, carrying voice slicing right through the music and shattering their sleazy flirtation.

Manager Miao jumped, hastily pulling his sweaty hand away from Chloe’s waist, his face flushing a dark shade of red as he turned his angry gaze toward the wooden boardwalk to see who dared to interrupt his conquest.

His small, predatory eyes locked onto Rick, quickly scanning the plain black t-shirt, the faded denim jeans, and the casual boots, instantly concluding that Rick was nothing but a broke tourist who had wandered away from the public beach.

"Who the hell are you?!" Manager Miao barked loudly, stepping up to the yacht’s stainless steel railing to glare down at Rick, trying to use his elevated position to intimidate the younger man. "This is a restricted VIP rental slip! You have zero business standing here listening to private corporate negotiations!"

"Private corporate negotiations?" Rick mocked crudely, crossing his arms over his broad chest, radiating a heavy, oppressive killing intent that made the air temperature drop. "You call extorting sexual favors in exchange for erasing company debt a negotiation? You are actively embezzling fifty thousand dollars from your employer to fund your pathetic sex life."

Manager Miao’s face twitched in sudden panic, a bead of cold sweat forming on his balding forehead, because Rick had just flawlessly dismantled his corrupt little scheme and said the quiet part out loud where other tourists might hear.

"You are speaking absolute garbage!" Miao shouted, waving his digital tablet aggressively to cover his rising fear, acting like a cornered rat. "I am assessing valid structural wear and tear! You are just a jealous, uneducated peasant who lacks the foundational breeding to understand high-level marine operations!"

Rick did not flinch, taking a slow, deliberate step closer to the edge of the dock, locking his cold eyes directly onto the sweating manager.

"If they break company property, they pay for it in pure cash," Rick stated flatly, laying down the absolute law of his empire, leaving zero room for debate. "You don’t get to use my assets to play sugar daddy, so write the invoice and charge their card right now, or I will ensure you spend the next ten years rotting in a federal prison cell for corporate fraud."

The two bikini-clad girls gaped at Rick in pure shock, before their surprise rapidly mutated into venomous, aristocratic anger, insulted that a man wearing cheap clothes dared to demand they pay their rightful debts.

"Excuse me?!" Chloe shrieked hysterically, stomping her bare foot on the teakwood deck, pointing a shaking finger at Rick’s chest. "Who do you think you are, ordering a senior manager around?! You are just a broke, pathetic loser who is mad because you can’t even afford to rent a tiny paddleboard, let alone step foot on a luxury yacht like this!"

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"Look at his faded clothes, Chloe," the brunette sneered maliciously, crossing her arms to push her cleavage up, treating Rick like a disgusting insect. "He is just a poor street rat acting like a righteous hero because he is jealous that Manager Miao gets to take us out tonight. He is a literal toad lusting after swan meat!"

Manager Miao found his courage, bolstered by the girls defending him, puffing his chest out to its absolute limit, desperate to crush this arrogant youth and protect his fragile ego in front of his new dates.

"You heard the ladies, you filthy beggar," Miao growled, resting his hand on his hip, projecting the false confidence of a frog trapped at the bottom of a well. "I am the Operations Manager of this harbor! I command dozens of elite security guards! I suggest you turn around and crawl back to whatever slum you crawled out of, before I make a single phone call and have my men physically throw you into the ocean for trespassing on my docks!"

Rick did not yell, nor did he argue with the barking dogs, as a dark, highly villainous smirk slowly stretched across his sharp jawline, finding the manager’s blind arrogance incredibly entertaining.

"Your docks?" Rick repeated lazily, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes, knowing he possessed the absolute power to erase this man’s entire existence with a single command.

"That’s right, my docks!" Miao boasted loudly, raising his chin, believing he held the absolute power of life and death over the marina’s daily operations. "Now get out of my sight before I break your legs!"

Rick let out a low, carrying chuckle, shaking his head at the sheer stupidity of the corrupt rat, deciding that arguing with a middle-manager on a wooden pier was a complete waste of his valuable breath.

"Enjoy your last few minutes on that boat, Miao," Rick promised ruthlessly, dropping his playful tone, his deep voice ringing with undeniable, apex predator authority. "Because the next time you see me, you will be begging on your knees."

Rick turned his broad back on the screaming girls and the arrogant manager, walking away from the VIP slip with slow, deliberate steps, his eyes locking onto the towering, multi-story glass administration building situated at the very center of the Azure Harbor complex.

He had gathered enough evidence of the rot infesting his new property, deciding it was finally time to bypass the street-level trash, march directly into the elite boardroom, and show the entire executive staff exactly what happened when they courted death.