Lust System: Conquering the World Beauties

Chapter 116: Chapter 116 Lilith’s Past

Ann dragged Liam into an empty classroom, her grip firm and urgent. The door slammed shut behind them as she pushed him back against the wall, her eyes locked onto his with a mixture of hunger and affection. Before he could say a word, she rose to her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.

Liam’s eyes widened at first, but then they slowly fluttered shut as he gave in. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss was warm, slow, and deep, and for a moment, time stood still. Her soft lips, the minty taste of her breath, the quiet sigh that escaped her—it was all too intoxicating. When they finally broke apart, Liam rested his forehead against hers, his voice low.

"Ann," he whispered, catching his breath, "we can always do this at home. If I get caught again, I’ll be in serious trouble."

Ann, still holding onto him, smiled slyly. "A change of hairstyle really changed your appearance overall," she murmured, her fingers gently tracing the two dark strands that now framed his face. "You look... different. Dangerous."

Liam rolled his eyes and gently pushed her away, just enough to create some space. "We still have another exam coming up. You should be reading."

Ann pouted and crossed her arms. "The same goes for you too."

Liam just chuckled to himself. If only she knew. With the system’s help, he was going to score a perfect 70 on every paper—guaranteeing straight A’s. He didn’t even need to study.

"I already read," he said with a smirk. "I’ve got something else to do."

Ann leaned forward, kissed him once more on the cheek, and then skipped off, humming happily to herself.

Liam let out a sigh and walked over to the classroom door. He opened it casually, but the moment he stepped out, he froze. Standing just a few feet away was the school’s disciplinary officer, his arm still bandaged from the incident a while ago.

The memory flashed in Liam’s mind—during his fight with Kane, the officer had tried to intervene, but Liam, in a rage, had shoved him without realizing who it was. The man fell and broke his arm. Back then, Liam had been horrified. He thought he was done for. Suspension, expulsion, maybe even legal trouble.

But now? Liam simply stared at the man, eye to eye. No fear. No flinching.

The officer returned the look with a cold glare before snorting and walking past without a word.

Liam smirked to himself. The tables had turned.

But just as he was about to walk away, he felt a familiar presence behind him. A certain electric buzz in the air. That aura could only belong to one person.

"Dickson," Liam said, not even turning around.

"You did the right thing with that fucker," Dickson replied, appearing beside him with a grin. "He’s been quiet as a ghost ever since you laid him out. I swear, that arm still hasn’t healed properly."

Liam chuckled, bumping shoulders with his friend. They both laughed together, a rare moment of lightheartedness amidst the chaos that had become Liam’s life.

But then Liam’s laughter faded. He turned to Dickson, his face suddenly serious.

"How close are you to Lilith?"

Dickson blinked. "What?"

"You heard me," Liam said, his eyes narrowing. "I know you’re cousins. But I want to know how close you are to her. On a personal level."

Dickson’s grin slowly disappeared, replaced by a bitter smile. He looked away, scratching the back of his neck.

"No one in the family is personally close to that demon," he muttered. "Lilith... she’s different. She’s always been different. Even as a kid, she didn’t play with the rest of us. She was cold, distant... always calculating something. You could never tell what was going on in her head."

Liam nodded silently. That lined up with everything he’d observed so far. Lilith was a mystery wrapped in danger. Beautiful, deadly, and impossible to read.

"We all respect her," Dickson continued, "but it’s not out of love or family bonds. It’s fear. Fear of what she can do. Of what she will do."

Liam’s thoughts drifted to their last encounter. Lilith had helped him walk after his fight with Khan. She had whispered softly to him, protected him in public, even lied that they were dating to give him cover. But it was all calculated. Every move. Nothing she did was without purpose.

Still, despite everything, Liam couldn’t help but feel the pull. That magnetic force she seemed to have. She might be a demon—but she was also the most powerful ally he had right now.

Dickson looked back at him. "Why do you ask?"

Liam didn’t answer immediately. He simply stared off into the distance, watching the students bustling around campus as they prepared for the next round of exams.

"Just wondering," he finally said. "Something tells me things are about to get complicated."

The bell rang in the background, signaling the end of the exam period and the start of a short break. Students filed out of the exam halls in droves, the air buzzing with chatter and relief.

Liam and Dickson stood in the middle of it all, unmoved by the chaos around them.

"Did anything happen to Lilith when she was young that made her turn out this way?" Liam asked again, softer this time.

Dickson didn’t respond immediately. He stared at the groups of students chattering, laughing, going about their daily routines like nothing in the world could touch them. That was never Lilith’s life.

He finally sighed and turned to Liam. "Come on," he said. "Let’s go somewhere quieter."

Liam followed him through the empty stairway until they reached the rooftop. It was peaceful up there, the gentle wind brushing through their clothes. From this height, the world looked small—like none of it could touch them, just for a moment.

Dickson reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette.

Liam blinked. "You smoke now?"

Dickson chuckled lightly and stuck the stick in his mouth. "Just sometimes... when I feel like talking about shit I shouldn’t."

He lit the cigarette, inhaling slowly before blowing the smoke toward the sky. Liam stayed quiet, watching him.

"When we were actually kids," Dickson began, his voice low, "Lilith was different. She wasn’t always like this. She used to smile, laugh, play stupid pranks on me. Just a normal girl, you know?"

Liam narrowed his eyes. Didn’t this fucker said she doesn’t smile a moment ago. But still what he was talking about now was already hard to picture.

"It all changed when she turned twelve," Dickson continued, staring into the sky like the answers might be hidden in the clouds. "That was the year her parents got into some deep shit. Debt. And not just with anyone... with the Golden Bird."

Liam’s stomach tightened. He didn’t interrupt.

"They were desperate. Tried to disappear with the money they owed. Thought they could vanish and start over." Dickson shook his head, lips tight. "But Li doesn’t forgive betrayal. He found them. And he made an example out of them... right inside their own house."

Liam’s throat went dry. He already felt the chills crawling down his spine, but he didn’t say anything.

"Lilith was there," Dickson continued, his tone heavier now. "She saw everything. Li shot her dad in the chest and then slit her mom’s throat in front of her. Blood everywhere. She was just a little girl. Twelve fucking years old."

Liam closed his eyes for a second, the image too real in his mind.

"Li tried to take her too," Dickson said quietly, his fingers tightening around the cigarette. "Probably to sell her. Or keep her for himself. I don’t even want to imagine what he would’ve done. But Lilith... even back then, she wasn’t normal. She grabbed a knife off the floor and slashed his face. Left a scar. Then she ran."

Liam’s eyes widened. "She escaped?"

Dickson nodded. "Barely. She hid for days. Slept in alleys. Got sick. But she never stopped fighting. She never asked for help. Not once. And by fifteen, she had already started building her own gang."

Liam couldn’t find the words. He just sat there, staring at the clouds as the story sank in. He understood now. Every cold glare. Every calculated move. Every ounce of strength she carried—it was survival. Nothing was ever handed to her. Everything she had was clawed and fought for.

"I always wondered what would’ve happened if Li caught her that day," Dickson muttered, lowering his cigarette. "She’s beautiful... and you know the kind of bastards that hang around the Golden Bird. Politicians. Rich old men. Sick freaks. He probably would’ve sold her to the highest bidder."

Liam clenched his fists. The thought made his blood boil.

"But she escaped," Dickson said, flicking the ash off the edge. "And she made sure she was never that powerless again."

The rooftop fell silent for a while, only the soft breeze keeping them company. Liam inhaled deeply. The scent of cigarette smoke and old concrete mixed in the air.

"She’s tough," Liam said eventually.

"She had to be," Dickson replied. "You don’t get to be vulnerable when you’ve seen that much darkness. That’s why no one’s close to her. Not even family."

Liam nodded slowly. "Thanks for telling me."

Dickson gave him a tired smile. "She’d probably kill me if she found out I told you."

"She doesn’t need to know," Liam said, standing up. His mind was a storm of emotions—anger, sorrow, guilt. But also... a new kind of respect. "But it makes sense now. Everything she does. Every wall she’s built."

Dickson took one last puff and crushed the cigarette under his shoe. "Just don’t be stupid. She’s strong, yeah. But she’s broken too, in ways most people will never understand."

Liam didn’t say anything. He just nodded and looked out over the schoolyard again, thinking about the cold, beautiful, terrifying woman who had just a few hours ago helped him walk out of a building like he was her everything.

The rooftop wind carried a whisper of her name across Liam’s thoughts.

Lilith.

She wasn’t just a leader.

She was a survivor.

And now, more than ever, Liam understood... she didn’t need saving.

She needed someone who saw her scars and still stood beside her.