Lust System: I will Cuck Everyone

Rick turned his Ducati smoothly off the main thoroughfare, and the deep, rumbling growl of the massive V4 engine echoed loudly as he pulled right into the brightly lit, exclusive VIP entrance of the Peninsula Hotel.

He killed the ignition, the sudden silence immediately replacing the violent roar, as Lexi nervously swung her leg over the heavy carbon-fiber seat, her thick, pale thighs visibly trembling from the intense vibrations of the heaven-defying hyper-bike.

Lexi took a shaky breath, still flustered by the overwhelming speed, but her professional instincts as a top-tier vlogger kicked in, as she quickly adjusted her expensive streaming gimbal, turning the camera directly toward the towering, golden facade of the billionaire fortress.

"We... we just pulled up to the Peninsula Hotel, guys," Lexi announced to her thousands of live viewers, her voice still slightly breathless, as she completely failed to hide the deep blush covering her beautiful cheeks.

The absolute second her audience recognized the legendary luxury hotel, her streaming chat instantly exploded into a chaotic, rapid-fire blur of messages, completely doubting the mysterious biker’s sanity.

[Messi_007: The Peninsula?! Bro, it is past midnight! The kitchen is totally closed!]

[Lol_Lol: LMAO, this biker guy is flexing way too hard for the camera. He is definitely going to get bounced by security!]

[New_User_1999: Lexi, run! He is going to get you arrested for trespassing!]

[Chatty_Cat: RIP to this guy’s ego when he gets thrown into the gutter by the guards.]

Rick ignored the scrolling text and walked her toward the private VIP elevator instead of the main lobby. He pulled a pitch-black titanium card from his pocket — the Diamond Owner’s Card — and tapped it against the reader. The doors slid open immediately.

Lexi’s eyes widened. The chat went silent for a second.

[HE HAS A PRIVATE ELEVATOR CARD??] [WHO IS THIS GUY] [NO WAY THEY LET HIM IN]

Rick stepped in and held the door with one hand, that same easy, cheeky look on his face.

"Coming, Judge?"

Lexi hurried in after him, camera still rolling. The elevator rose in smooth silence. When the doors opened again they were on the culinary floor.

They walked down the corridor toward the main kitchen. Two large security guards in dark suits stood in front of the heavy glass doors. After the loading-bay incident Rick had told Marcus to put extra men on every kitchen entrance until the summit was over. These two were part of that lockdown.

The chat immediately started laughing again.

[Big_Bro: HERE IT COMES]

[Lol_Patrol: THEY’RE GOING TO THROW HIM OUT]

[Bobby_Please: LEXI COVER YOUR FACE]

[Jesus_Is_Coming: THIS IS ABOUT TO BE EMBARRASSING]

Lexi bit her lip, clearly expecting the same thing.

The guards looked up, recognised Rick in a single glance, and snapped into a sharp bow.

"Boss."

They pulled the kitchen doors open without being asked.

The chat detonated.

[Lexi_Fan_001: THEY JUST BOWED TO HIM]

[Butter_Finger: HE DIDN’T EVEN SAY ANYTHING]

[Pee_On_Me_LEXI: WHAT THE HELL]

[Lexi_Love _Me: DID LEXI GOT SAVED BY A BILLIONAIRE]

Lexi’s mouth fell open.

Rick glanced at her, still smiling, and took her hand.

"Come on. Tour’s this way."

He pulled her into the dark kitchen and flicked the main switch. Rows of fluorescent lights slammed on, turning the stainless-steel space into a gleaming battlefield of counters and hanging pans.

A chime rang in his head.

[Ding!]

[Quest Triggered: Impress the Critic’s Audience!]

[Objective: Impress Lexi and her live audience. Prove your skill. Boost the Peninsula’s prestige.]

[Rewards: +2000 Mischief Points, Massive Hotel PR Boost, +20 Carnal Calibrator (Lexi)]

[Failure Penalty: Cooking skills publicly branded as fraudulent]

Rick read the glowing blue text floating in his vision, as a wicked, highly entertained grin stretched across his face, fully realizing the system was actively encouraging him to flex his absolute dominance right in front of thousands of people.

He turned toward Lexi, as he suddenly stepped into her personal space, grabbing her firmly by her wide, thick waist, and effortlessly lifted her entirely off the floor onto the edge of the nearest prep counter like she weighed nothing.

"Ah!" Lexi let out a soft, surprised yelp, as Rick casually set her down right on the edge of the pristine, stainless-steel prep counter directly in front of her streaming gimbal, completely trapping her by stepping directly between her spread, denim-clad thighs.

He leaned in dangerously close, completely invading her personal space, as he looked deep into her ice-blue eyes with intense, predatory hunger.

"So, Lexi," Rick whispered in a low, teasing voice that vibrated heavily through the microphone, sending a massive shiver straight down her spine, "What does the city’s most famous food critic usually crave late at night when she is completely alone?"

Lexi’s face went crimson. Her thighs tightened against his hips before she could stop them.

"I... um..."

The chat lost it.

[Make_Me_Blush: BRO IS SO SMOOTH]

[Batman_Wonderwoman: I AM BLUSHING AND I AM A GUY WATCHING THIS IN MY BASEMENT]

[Rizzler_69: THE TENSION IS INSANE]

[I_Ran_Out_Of_Names: HE’S STANDING BETWEEN HER LEGS. I WANTED TO BE BETWEEN HER LEGS!]

Rick chuckled and finally stepped back, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

"I will make you a classic," Rick declared arrogantly, directly accessing his system inventory with a swift mental command.

With a subtle, almost invisible warp in the air, he pulled out his pitch-black, bone-handled Shadow-Forged Cleavers, slamming them heavily onto the metal counter with a sharp, intimidating clack that echoed loudly on the stream.

Culinary Mastery took over.

He moved fast — not showing off for the camera so much as simply working at the speed the skill allowed.

A block of beef hit the board. Rare black truffles followed. The black cleaver became a blur of clean, precise cuts. Meat hit a screaming-hot skillet. Brioche toasted in browned butter. The smell of seared fat and earthy truffle filled the kitchen so thick it almost felt unfair that the viewers could only imagine it.

Ten minutes. That was all it took.

[NeedABite: HIS KNIFE SKILLS ARE INSANE]

[Moan_Police: LOOK AT THAT MARBLING]

[King_Of_Food: GORDON RAMSAY IS CRYING]

[Feed_Me: I WANT TO EAT THROUGH THE SCREEN]

Rick plated Midnight Wagyu Truffle Sliders — small, ridiculous, perfect. He ignored the plates and forks. He picked one up with his fingers and stepped back between Lexi’s thighs.

He held the slider to her lips.

"Open up, critic."

Lexi obeyed. She took a small bite.

The second the Wagyu and truffle glaze hit her tongue, Culinary Mastery’s passive effect slammed through her system. Dopamine, heat, and something far less professional flooded her all at once.

"Ummmmm—"

The moan was loud, explicit, and completely unplanned. Her head tipped back. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter. Her eyes fluttered shut.

"Oh my god... Rick..." She leaned forward without thinking and took another bite straight from his fingers. "This is... incredible..."

The chat went feral.

[Superman_Fart_On_My_Face: I NEED A BITE OF THAT BURGER]

[Love_Me_Deadpool: DID YOU HEAR THAT MOAN]

[Silver_Tongue: THEY ARE GOING TO DO IT ON THAT COUNTER]

[Snake_King: BOOKING A ROOM AT THE PENINSULA RIGHT NOW]

[Boobs_Lover: THIS HOTEL IS THE NEW KING]

Rick watched the numbers climb on her screen and knew the quest was already halfway done.

A drop of truffle sauce sat on Lexi’s lower lip. She was panting, chest rising hard against the thin white top, looking at him like she’d forgotten the camera existed.

He leaned in, close enough that only she and the microphone could hear.

"If my food makes you moan like that," he murmured, "I can’t wait to hear what you sound like when I actually try."

Lexi’s breath caught.

Rick raised his thumb and slowly wiped the sauce from her lip. Then, still holding her gaze, he brought the thumb to his own mouth and licked it clean.

Lexi bit her lip so hard it went white. She squirmed on the steel counter, clearly soaked and clearly past caring who was watching.

[Devil_In_Hell: TURN THE CAMERA OFF]

[Single_Lover: I CAN’T WATCH THIS I AM TOO SINGLE]

[Rizz_King: ULTIMATE RIZZ KING]

[Spank_Me: HE OWNS HER]

Rick glanced at the lens, still smiling, and tapped Lexi’s thigh with one finger.

"Alright, chat. Cooking show’s over. I need absolute perfection for the Culinary Summit, which means I’m taking my new assistant shopping."

He paused, then added with a lazy, teasing look at Lexi:

"We’re going to find a multi-million-dollar kitchen timer. Say goodnight."

Lexi let out a weak, flustered laugh, still sitting on the counter with sauce on her mouth and her professional reputation in tatters.

"G-goodnight, guys," she managed, reaching for the gimbal with a shaking hand. "I... I’ll be back later. Maybe."

Rick didn’t wait for her to finish. He lifted her down from the counter, kept one hand at the small of her back, and started walking her toward the service corridor that led back to the garage.

Behind them, the chat was still screaming.

In front of them, the night was just getting started.

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