Lust System: Conquering the World Beauties

Chapter 157: Chapter 157 Ghost II

Lilith’s breath hitched when she felt Liam’s strong hand wrap tightly around her waist. The grip was firm—possessive. A silent message. She narrowed her eyes slightly, taken off guard not by the touch, but by how right it felt.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice low and cautious, but not resisting.

His firm chest was pressed against hers, and it sent a dangerous shiver through her body. The scent of him filled her nose—clean, sharp, masculine—and in an instant, the memories of last night came flooding back. His hands on her skin. His breath in her ear. The way he made her lose control.

Her expression changed.

She tilted her head, eyes locking into his.

So that’s how he wanted to play.

She smiled slyly, lips curling into something that straddled the line between sultry and cunning.

Without a word, she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned forward—and kissed him.

Not soft. Not teasing.

Her lips crashed into his with sudden hunger, the kiss dripping with intent.

Liam blinked, stunned, the boldness catching him off guard. He instinctively pulled back slightly, lips still tingling from the pressure.

"You’re ruining it," he said with a light scowl, though the grin was threatening to return. "I was seducing you slowly."

Lilith rolled her eyes, then smirked.

"Fuck your stupid game," she whispered fiercely.

In one swift movement, she pushed him back. His back met the edge of the counter with a soft thud.

Then she climbed up—graceful, sensual—and sat on his leg, straddling his thigh, her purple silk nightgown riding up slightly to reveal the flawless skin beneath. She kissed him again, deeper this time. No hesitation. No uncertainty.

It was the exact same way they’d started last night.

Only this time, it was deliberate.

No second guessing. No tension in the air.

Just want.

Liam’s hands found their way down to her backside, where they slid over the silky fabric that clung to her curves. His fingers sunk into the soft flesh of her ass—so full and firm it was like gripping a luxury sculpted by nature. His palms molded against her cheeks, savoring the perfect give of her body, the way it filled his hands so completely.

He was about to say something when suddenly, Lilith’s delicate fingers came up and grabbed his jaw.

Gently but firmly.

Before he could ask what she was doing, she applied the slightest pressure.

Liam’s mouth parted unconsciously.

And in that moment—she invaded him.

Her tongue slid into his mouth with complete control, warm and slick, laced with her sweet saliva. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t let him guide it—she claimed him. All of her flooded into him through that single kiss, overwhelming his senses. He groaned quietly, hands gripping her harder.

He didn’t know where this was going.

And honestly?

He didn’t care.

He wanted her again. Right now. On this counter. Against the wall. On the floor. Anywhere.

Until—

Knock Knock.

The sound shattered the moment like a sledgehammer through glass.

Lilith lifted her head instantly, her lips still glistening, her breathing shallow. Her eyes, once hazy with lust, now flared with unmistakable frustration.

She turned her head toward the door with a silent curse.

Of course he would arrive now.

She was expecting him, but that didn’t mean she wanted to see him at this exact moment.

Couldn’t he have chosen a better time?

She climbed off Liam’s leg with a quiet sigh of disappointment, brushing the wrinkles from her gown.

"Where are you going?" Liam asked, glancing toward the door, already sensing someone on the other side.

Lilith rolled her eyes dramatically. "To change," she muttered. "Or did you want me to greet him like this?"

Liam slapped his forehead, groaning. Damn. He should’ve thought of that. She was still in her damn nightgown.

"Right..." he mumbled.

Before she disappeared down the hallway, she turned slightly over her shoulder.

"Open," she said flatly.

Click.

The front door unlocked and creaked open automatically—Liam still wasn’t used to the new voice-activated security. Still, it was cool as hell.

A tall, middle-aged man entered.

He had an aura of composure, his steps calm, deliberate. His attire was simple—black coat, grey undershirt, boots worn from years of work—but there was something sharp in the way he carried himself. Like a blade wrapped in leather.

He stepped inside, eyes scanning the space.

But Lilith was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, behind the bar counter, he spotted someone else.

A young man.

Devastatingly handsome. Lean, muscular. Relaxed posture, sharp blue eyes that seemed to cut straight through a person. He looked like he didn’t care about much—but everyone in the Crimson Hand knew better.

The spy’s heart skipped a beat.

Liam Carter.

The boogeyman of the Crimson Hand. They didn’t speak his name openly. The higher-ups pretended he didn’t exist. But every low-level thug and enforcer whispered stories about him. About what he did to khan. About the places he burned down. About how he walked into a brothel once and no one walked out alive—except him.

The man bowed his head slightly, respectful but not groveling.

"Mr. Carter," he greeted, voice calm and polite.

Liam raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised.

He hadn’t expected the guest to be that kind of guest.

He smiled slightly, just enough to acknowledge the man’s presence. No words—just a cool glance, a silent nod. The kind that didn’t need anything else. The spy, respectfully remained standing with his hands behind his back. Neither man spoke. The silence stretched, but it wasn’t awkward. It was thick with anticipation.

Then—soft footsteps.

Lilith returned.

She was no longer wearing her dangerously thin nightgown. Instead, she now wore a fitted red top that clung perfectly to her upper body, emphasizing the swell of her chest and the elegant curves of her waist. The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, revealing her flawless skin. Paired with dark, snug jeans and black boots, she looked sharp—dangerous—and yet effortlessly stunning.

Her long golden-blonde hair was tied in a high ponytail, swaying gently as she walked, her eyes cold and piercing as ever.

Josh straightened up and bowed again.

"My lady," he greeted, his tone respectful, almost reverent.

Lilith gave a nod, her expression unreadable. "Josh."

Her voice had shifted completely. Gone was the sultry tension from minutes ago. This was the Ice Queen now—calm, authoritative, and impossible to rattle.

She didn’t bother with pleasantries.

"What do you have for me?"

Josh stepped forward. "Before I begin, I must ask that you both believe what I’m about to say. I know how it’s going to sound, but every word is true."

Lilith raised an eyebrow, then glanced at Liam, her face wearing a slightly puzzled expression.

Liam gave her a look in return—a subtle signal with his eyes that said, Let’s hear him out.

Why wouldn’t he? In fact, he wasn’t just curious. He was obsessed.

There was someone who had entered the Crimson Hand’s base and slaughtered nine of their members. Alone.

Josh continued, his voice calm, but with the faintest edge of tension in it.

"Last night... we were attacked at the Crimson Hand’s base. By a woman."

Liam’s brows furrowed instantly. "Hold on."

His voice cut through the air like a blade.

"You mean to tell me... a woman killed nine Crimson Hand members and walked out unharmed?"

Josh didn’t blink. He simply nodded.

"Yes. Her body was unmistakable—she was a woman. But..."

He turned his gaze directly to Liam now, and his tone grew heavier.

"She was more than just a woman."

Lilith crossed her arms, her face still composed but her eyes sharp with interest. Liam leaned forward slightly, intrigued.

Josh took a breath.

"She didn’t sneak in. She started the attack with an RPG. It blew out half of the east wall and killed seven members in an instant."

Liam raised an eyebrow. "She brought an RPG into the Crimson Hand base?"

Josh nodded grimly. "She didn’t hide. She walked in like death itself."

He paused here, swallowing. Something was caught in his throat—something difficult to describe. But he forced it out anyway.

"When she entered... she moved with the air itself. Nobody could touch her."

Liam’s eyes widened. "Wait... you mean she’s that flexible?"

He chuckled in disbelief. "That’s crazy."

But Josh stepped closer now, his face solemn. "No... it’s not about flexibility."

He looked at both of them, his voice lowering.

"She can disappear into thin air... and reappear out of nowhere. Like smoke."

Liam froze.

That... wasn’t normal.

His system had made him stronger, faster, more deadly—but that? That was something else. That was pure supernatural territory.

This wasn’t some elite martial artist.

This was something... unnatural.

Lilith’s expression didn’t change, but the flicker in her eyes said it all—she was thinking hard. Evaluating. Measuring the implications.

Josh continued.

"She didn’t stop there. When they started shooting—everyone—dozens of guns aimed and firing at her..."

He stopped for a moment, then finally said it.

"All the bullets went through her."

Liam’s jaw dropped.

"What?"

"Her body... it behaved like smoke. Like she wasn’t solid. Bullets just passed through her. No blood. No wounds. Nothing."

Liam leaned back slightly, eyes scanning the air like he was trying to piece together a puzzle made of shadows.

This went far beyond anything he expected. Beyond anything his system had prepared him for. Even with all the power he had gained, all the stats and skills... he was still physical. This woman? She defied physics. She was something else entirely.

"She moved like a ghost," Josh added.

The room fell silent again.

Lilith tapped her finger gently on the counter. The sound was soft, but somehow sharp—like the tick of a clock counting down to something unseen.

Liam swallowed.

Now he was more than intrigued.

He was hungry to know who—or what—this woman was.

And what the hell she wanted from the Crimson Hand.