Lust System: I will Cuck Everyone

The heavy wooden door of the cramped VIP fitting room finally clicked open, as Rick confidently stepped out into the brightly lit boutique, wearing a perfectly tailored, dark Italian executive suit that flawlessly hugged his broad, system-enhanced shoulders, completely radiating the suffocating aura of a true apex predator.

Lexi stumbled out right behind him, as her long legs were visibly shaking like jelly, while her face was flushed a violent, overwhelming shade of crimson red, completely struggling to maintain her balance on her high heels.

Her beautiful blonde hair was a wild, tangled mess, and her lipstick was visibly smudged across her lips, because the intense, agonizing sexual tension Rick had just put her through had entirely short-circuited her brain, leaving her panting heavily like a desperate, starved animal.

But before Rick could even take another step toward the groveling store manager, a sharp, mechanical chime violently echoed directly inside his skull.

[Ding! Hidden Achievement Unlocked: Ultimate Public Face-Slapping!]

[Objective: You ruthlessly humiliated the arrogant trash, Brad, and completely destroyed his fake alpha ego in front of a massive live digital audience!]

[Calculation: 12,169 active live viewers witnessed the absolute destruction of Mount Tai!]

[Reward: $100 has been awarded for every single viewer!]

[+$1,216,900.00 has been directly deposited into your System Inventory!]

[Bonus Reward: How long will you keep stacking up bundles? A brand new card has been sent to your inventory. Swip all you want.]

Rick read the glowing blue text floating in his vision, as a dark, highly greedy smirk completely stretched across his face, entirely satisfied that the God of Mischief was literally paying him over a million dollars just for taking out the trash.

"Turn the camera back on, Lexi," Rick commanded lazily, as he casually adjusted the expensive silver cufflinks on his new tailored shirt, completely ignoring the fact that she looked like she had just been thoroughly wrecked. "We are not done spending money yet."

Lexi bit her trembling bottom lip, as she obediently raised her expensive streaming gimbal with shaking hands, quickly tapping the screen to bring her broadcast back online to the thousands of waiting viewers.

The absolute second the live feed reconnected, the digital chat scrolling across her phone screen instantly went completely feral, as the massive audience immediately noticed her heavily ruined, highly suggestive appearance.

[HornyOnMain_247: OMG THE STREAM IS BACK! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN THERE?!]

[SimpSlayer_X: BRO LOOK AT HER HAIR! SHE IS LITERALLY SHAKING!]

[PantySniffer420: ALPHA BIKER STRIKES AGAIN! I AM SCREAMING!]

[LexisUsedBathWater: Lexi is completely dripping wet right now, you can literally see it in her eyes!]

Rick glanced at the scrolling text, as he leaned forward and looked directly into the camera lens, flashing a wicked, unapologetic smile that instantly sent the chat into a complete meltdown.

"Calm down, you degenerate virgins," Rick mocked crudely, his deep voice vibrating heavily through the microphone, completely taking ownership of the broadcast. "My new assistant was just helping me adjust my trousers, because a custom Italian fit requires highly intimate measurements."

Lexi gasped softly, as her face burned even hotter, entirely unable to deny his vulgar words, because her inner thighs were still actively slick with wetness from the brutal way he had squeezed her heavy breasts and teased her against the mirror.

"Let’s go," Rick stated coldly, as he firmly grabbed her soft hand, pulling her out of the Armand & Co. boutique, leaving the manager frantically packing his massive haul of premium suits for hotel delivery.

They walked down the brightly lit, pristine marble corridor of the ultra-luxury commercial mall, completely drawing the eyes of every single wealthy patron, until Rick stopped directly in front of a massive, heavily guarded boutique with the iconic ’Patek Philippe’ logo glowing above the glass doors.

However, Rick did not even have to demand entry, as the absolute second the heavy glass doors opened, the elite store manager rushed forward with four beautiful sales assistants, bowing perfectly at a strict ninety-degree angle.

Word of the mysterious billionaire who had just dropped one and a half million dollars at the suit boutique and violently thrown a young master into the street had already spread through the luxury mall like wildfire, completely making every single high-end clerk treat Rick like a literal Emperor who had descended from the heavens.

"Welcome to our humble boutique, Mr. Smith!" the store manager practically shouted, sweating profusely out of sheer respect, as he eagerly gestured toward the VIP seating area. "We have already prepared our absolute finest selections for your viewing pleasure!"

Just as Rick sat down on the plush velvet sofa, pulling a flustered Lexi down right beside him, the system chimed again.

[Ding! Chef Quest Triggered: The Master’s Precision!]

[Objective: A true Master Chef requires absolute, heaven-defying timing to execute the Dao of Culinary Arts! Acquire a high-tier time-keeping device to perfectly compliment your new Executive Chef uniform!]

[Rewards: +500 Mischief Points, +$500,000!]

’I get paid to buy stuff?’ Rick read the prompt, as he crossed his legs casually, looking up at the groveling manager with dead, apathetic eyes.

"Skip the basic catalogue," Rick commanded ruthlessly, completely radiating the suffocating aura of unlimited wealth. "Bring me the best piece you have, and do not waste my time with cheap garbage."

The manager swallowed hard, as he frantically nodded, rushing into the back room before returning exactly one minute later carrying a highly secured, polished mahogany box.

He placed the box on the glass table with trembling hands, slowly opening the lid to reveal a breathtakingly beautiful, heavy platinum watch completely encrusted with flawless, VVS-grade diamonds, as the intricate internal gears ticked with absolute mechanical perfection.

"The Grand Complication Platinum," the manager whispered reverently, as if he were presenting a holy artifact to a god. "It features a perpetual calendar, a minute repeater, and over three hundred hand-set diamonds... It is a complete masterpiece, retailing for exactly two hundred thousand dollars."

Lexi gasped loudly, her ice-blue eyes widening in pure, unadulterated shock, as she stared at the glowing timepiece, "Two hundred thousand dollars?! Rick, that is the price of an entire house!"

Rick did not even blink, as he reached forward and casually picked up the heavy diamond watch, entirely ignoring the ridiculous price tag, because he had just made over a million dollars simply by bullying her pathetic ex.

"I will take it," Rick stated flatly, as he simply pulled out his titanium black card and tossed it onto the table. "Swipe it now."

The manager practically wept tears of joy, as he quickly swiped the card through the wireless terminal, and the transaction was instantly approved with a bright green flash, entirely cementing Rick’s status as an untouchable titan of wealth.

Rick strapped the heavy, glittering platinum watch directly onto his left wrist, as he adjusted the strap, feeling the cold, satisfying weight of the diamonds against his skin.

He then lifted his wrist directly toward Lexi’s streaming gimbal, completely exposing the two hundred thousand dollar masterpiece to the thousands of live viewers currently watching in absolute, horrified silence.

"You like it, chat?" Rick asked lazily, a dark, highly villainous smirk stretching across his face, as he delivered the ultimate face-slapping flex.

"Why don’t you help your poor Lexi buy me a watch next time."

"If I am not wrong, she was supposed to pay today."