Lust System: I will Cuck Everyone

"Maybe I need to take that place," Rick repeated, lounging against the leather sofa in his black silk robe as he leaned in further, almost rubbing his chest against her shoulder, "Don’t worry. I will be a good father to him."

"Shut your filthy mouth!" Victoria’s ice-blue eyes were pure murder, "Did you call me here to listen to this nonsense of yours?"

Rick didn’t move. One arm stayed stretched along the back of the sofa behind her. The other rested lazily on his own thigh. His face was so close their noses almost brushed.

"Am I?" he asked softly. "Or are you just this angry because you have been sexually frustrated for nineteen years, Victoria?"

"Your husband could not get it hard anymore?"

[Ding!]

[New Quest Generated!]

[Quest: Take the Corporate Queen to the Edge]

[Objective: Break the Chairwoman’s composure through pure verbal and physical teasing. Bring her to the absolute brink of climax... But don’t give it to her yet... Not today.]

[Time Limit: 1 hour]

[Rewards: +2,500 Mischief Points, +25 Carnal Calibrator (Victoria), +$100,000 Cash, Title: Professional Cocktease]

[Failure Penalty: If you failed to tempt her, or if you go all the way, the quest will be considered a failure. Failure would lead to Permanent 3-inch reduction in length.]

’Why?’ Rick looked at the penalty and could not stop himself from asking.

[Because the God of Mischief finds that hilarious.]

Meanwhile, as she heard him, Victoria’s face went white as anger began to bubble inside her. She looked at Rick with a murderous gaze.

"I know he can still get it up," Rick’s voice dropped lower, "I also know all about your pathetic excuse for a husband."

"The minister’s useless son. The gambling addict who got three fingers chopped off by loan sharks like a common dog." Rick said as he leaned closer to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive skin.

"And the same man who has been fucking cheap escorts for two decades while you slept alone."

"How...?" Her lips parted in shock. How can this kid know about what happens behind the four walls of her house?

Small beads of sweat began to form on her forehead despite the air contioning in the room. She looked away from Rick’s face and saw the whisky Rick had poured for him.

She grabbed the glass of whisky from the table and threw the entire thing down her throat in one gulp.

Her heart was burbibg such that she did not even feel the whicky burn through her throat. She slammed the empty crystal down hard enough to make the ice jump.

She had hoped that this would make Rick stop talking. But Rick merely smiled looking at her face.

"You haven’t let that loser near you in nineteen years," Rick continued, eyes dragging slowly down to the rapid rise and fall of her chest, "Nineteen full years. You are not some poker face Ice Queen you want everyone else to see."

"You are just a lonely woman who has been pretending so long that she forgot what it feels like to be touched by someone who actually knows what he is doing."

"Shut your filthy mouth!" Victoria finally swung her arm to slap Rick on the face, but Rick caught her wrist mid-air without looking and pinned it against the sofa. With his free hand he grabbed the collar of her white silk blouse and ripped.

RIIIP!

The buttons of her blouse popped out and it tore open in the middle, exposing a black lace bra that was clearly losing the war against her breasts.

"NO!" Victoria cried out and tried to cover herself. But Rick grabbed both of her hands by the wrist as he pulled them over her head.

And with his other hand, he held her breast in his palm and squuezed the soft flesh through the lace, her thumbs scraping deliberately over the stiff peaks.

"Don’t!" Victoria cried, as she tried to cover her mouth with her arm.

[Target: Victoria]

[Carnal Calibrator: 05 → 10]

"Fuck," he muttered. "These things are ridiculous. And they have been alone for ninteen years? No one playing with them? That’s a crime."

Victoria’s back arched. A broken sound escaped before she could stop it. Her thighs pressed tightly together under the pencil skirt.

"Stop... you bastard... stop it..."

"You won’t... You won’t get away from this."

"Which idiots wants to get away?" Rick ignored the words and kept working her breasts until faint red marks appeared on the pale skin above the lace. Every time she twisted away he simply adjusted his grip and pulled her closer.

His right hand left her chest, slid down her stomach, and disappeared under the hem of her tight black skirt.

Victoria went rigid.

Rick’s fingers found the soft skin of her inner thigh just above the stockings. He stroked upward in slow, deliberate circles, never quite reaching the warm place between her legs. Just close enough that every nerve ending screamed.

"You’re already wet, aren’t you?" he asked conversationally. "I haven’t even touched anything important yet and your body is already giving up."

[Carnal Calibrator: 10 → 15]

"You say you want me to stop?"

"But a little bird is telling me something else."

"Feel that?" he whispered near her ear, as he softly kissed her on the soft skin of her nape.

[Carnal Calibrator: 15 → 30]

"That’s nineteen years of denial talking. Your body doesn’t care about your pride, Chairwoman. It just wants someone to finish what your husband never started."

And suddenly from wanting to push Rick away, Victoria’s breathing had turned into short, desperate pants as her body twitched, chasing the hand that caressed her with such care.

But Rick chuckled and pulled his hand out completely.

"Ummm.." The sound she made was halfway between a snarl and a whimper.

"Take the skirt off," Rick ordered, leaning back away from her.

"Huh...?" Victoria stared at him, chest heaving, blouse hanging open, breasts marked by his fingers.

"I am not giving you the chance to blame everything on me," Rick smirked.

"Take it off. Or I stop everything right now and send you back to your office still dripping."

Victoria hesitated. She looked him in the eye while she mentally debated with herself how to refuse him.

Finally she bit her lip as her hands shook as she reached for the zipper. The tight pencil skirt fought her every inch of the way. She had to lift her hips and wriggle — the motion making her heavy breasts bounce inside the ruined blouse. Finally the skirt slid down her legs and pooled on the floor.

She sat there in black lace bra, matching panties, sheer stockings, and a destroyed silk blouse.

Rick simply looked.

"Spread your legs."

After a long, trembling second she obeyed. The black lace between her thighs was visibly darker in the centre.

Rick leaned forward again. One hand returned to her breast while the other slid back under the edge of her panties, fingers tracing the soaked fabric without ever pushing inside.

He rubbed slow, firm circles over her clit through the lace. Every time her hips jerked upward he eased off just enough to keep her from tipping over. Every time a moan slipped out he pinched a nipple harder as punishment.

[Carnal Calibrator: 30 → 45]

"Look at you," he murmured, "Nineteen years of holding back, Victoria. All that power, all that money, and you are still this easy to break."

"Please..." Finally the word escaped before she could stop it.

Rick’s fingers paused completely.

Victoria’s eyes flew open, wild and glassy.

"Please what?" he asked, tilting his head, "Please continue? Please stop? Please ruin the Chairwoman of the Peninsula Hotel on her own penthouse sofa?"

She couldn’t answer. Her body was trembling so hard the sofa creaked.

Rick gave her one last, slow, deliberate stroke through the soaked lace... then removed his hand entirely and sat back.

[Carnal Calibrator: 45 → 55]

The loss of contact hit her like a slap on her face that jolted her. Victoria’s hips lifted off the cushions on pure instinct, chasing something that was no longer there. A broken, frustrated sound tore out of her throat.

Rick stood up, adjusted the belt of his silk robe, and looked down at the half-naked, shaking Chairwoman sprawled on his sofa.

[Ding!]

[Quest Completed: Edge the Corporate Queen]

[Rewards: +2,500 Mischief Points, +25 Carnal Calibrator (Victoria), +$100,000 Cash, Title Unlocked: Professional Cocktease]

[Carnal Calibrator: 55 → 80]

[Victoria’s current status: Carnal Calibrator 80/100 – Critically edged. Severe sexual frustration detected.]

[God of Mischief Comment: "You’re a real bastard. I like it."]

"Meeting’s over," Rick said calmly. "You can see yourself out when you have... collected yourself."

Victoria stared up at him, lips parted, thighs still spread, every muscle locked in pure, agonising need.

Rick walked toward the bedroom door without looking back.

"Sweet dreams, Chairwoman," he called over his shoulder. "Try not to think about how close you got."

The door clicked shut behind him.

Victoria remained exactly where she was, her chest heaving, ruined blouse hanging open, black lace panties soaked through, and nineteen years of carefully maintained control shattered into a thousand wet, throbbing pieces.

She had never hated anyone more in her entire life.

And she had never been more desperate.