Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women

Chapter 471  Parent's Meet!!!

Luis found himself unable to sleep alone, so he took the opportunity to get some proper rest. He slept so deeply that day and night seemed to blur together, and he wouldn't have woken up at all if his teacher's wife, Winslet, hadn't called.

"You heartless thing, still sleeping? I just bailed your master out. He's been starving all night and keeps muttering about eating you out of house and home."

"Master and Mistress, you've both worked hard. Where are you? We'll come right over."

"Your master took the apprentices back first. He said he'd treat them to a meal to calm their nerves, and settle scores with you later."

"I'm heading back to the law firm to handle some work. Let's arrange to meet for dinner tonight somewhere, and I'll explain everything to you face to face."

The street right outside Winslet's home was lined with late-night eateries. That evening, they had agreed to meet at a Korean barbecue restaurant.

As soon as Fatty parked his incredibly powerful manual-transmission car, Luis immediately popped open the trunk of the Mercedes. Together with Nancy, they started transferring the prepared imported liquor, tea leaves, and several cartons of cigarettes into his vehicle.

"You do have a conscience after all."

Fatty smiled with satisfaction, then effortlessly greeted the restaurant staff like an old regular and began ordering.

Seeing the three stunning, gorgeous women, he couldn't help but drool, probably wondering in his heart just what relationship his apprentice had with these ladies.

Inside the private room, plates of meat were quickly brought to the table. Luis first took out a red envelope containing 1,000 dollars and said, "Master, this is to help settle your nerves."

"Come on, it was just one night. The smokes and booze are plenty. Why bother with money?"

Fatty waved it off.

Teacher's wife Winslet chimed in, "Exactly. With his long list of regular 'customers,' one more record is nothing. It's practically routine for him."

Hearing this, Fatty gave an awkward chuckle and quickly busied himself pouring drinks to hide his expression.

Winslet continued sarcastically, "If it weren't for you, he probably couldn't even afford such high-end prostitutes."

Once the barbecue was on the grill and drinks were poured, Nancy couldn't wait any longer and asked eagerly, "Mistress, so what's the situation now?"

Winslet smiled, took a delicate sip of her wine, and said, "Your master and his crew were only attempted offenders. They got a lecture, were held overnight, and then released. Because it was discovered a minor had proactively called the police, they didn't even have to pay a fine."

"As for other details, I'm not too clear. The case is still being handled, so it's definitely confidential. Little Bin, you have connections in this area—wouldn't it be better for you to inquire yourself?"

To put it bluntly, this was a sting operation. Normally, just acting as a pimp isn't a major crime, but involving a minor makes it much more serious.

Winslet said with a laugh, "That little girl's parents are both within the system. The moment they heard their daughter had been tricked by a man, they came rushing over like mad."

"Afterward, they kept thanking your master, saying if he hadn't realized she was underage and called the police, they'd still be completely in the dark."

The once-dominant industry leader, Nova Media, was swiftly and decisively taken down. Because higher-ups were paying close attention, the case was handled with remarkable speed and force.

It wasn't until the end of the month that Gasle called Luis to arrange a meeting.

But he didn't even have time for a meal. They just bumped into each other briefly at the entrance of the Municipal Bureau, where Gasle gave a rough rundown of the situation.

That bastard Anglo was finished. This well-prepared raid had yielded a full harvest—finance, operations, almost everything was swept up in one net.

Based on the progress of the urgent interrogations, everyone had confessed. Anglo, as the main perpetrator, definitely wouldn't escape.

Coupled with the involvement of attempted underage prostitution, the nature of the crime naturally became even more severe.

Gasle said meaningfully, "That girl still acted as if nothing had happened, saying she'd also had relations with Anglo, and it had happened that very night too."

"Forensics found a condom in the trash. The DNA comparison results are out. With multiple crimes combined, Anglo is looking at at least ten years or more."

Luis immediately shared the news with the three school belles. Nancy and Chloe's attitudes were quite calm; after all, to them, this was just a minor episode in life.

They hadn't truly suffered any real harm. In fact, Chloe even thought that if not for this ill-fated entanglement, she might never have met Luis. In her heart, she felt somewhat grateful to Anglo for this unexpected encounter.

But Deewa was utterly thrilled. Over the phone, her voice trembled with barely suppressed emotion, "You jerk, I'll talk to my mom first. I'll find you later."

Thinking of that enchantingly seductive body, Luis felt a surge of excitement stir within him. After several days of abstinence, it was time to properly release some pent-up energy.

The Mercedes C-Class was also fully serviced now. Luis didn't dare tell his sister-in-law and the others, though—they still held quite a prejudice against Deewa. Juggling between the three of them was starting to wear him out.

Plus, they were all growing suspicious of Blanche. Day after day, Luis was finally experiencing the pressure of being a playboy.

Gasle sent word that the city TV station's evening news would be covering the case. Luis passed the news on to the three women.

His sister-in-law's attitude mirrored Chloe's—still relatively indifferent and not too concerned. But Deewa was wildly excited. Over the phone, she was practically breathless, fell silent for a long moment, and then said, "Come to my place tonight. Keep me company."

"Is that… convenient?"

"You audacious bastard! What's the point of asking that?"

"I mean, your mom and grandma are both home. If I come over, I won't be able to do anything. How boring would that be?"

"Screw off. I don't care if it's right in front of them. Just get your ass over here. This lady will reward you properly tonight."

The mere thought of her allure made Luis's heart itch unbearably. Conveniently, the Mercedes C was all maintained, so he drove it straight to her hometown.

In the small rural courtyard, where the early autumn air carried a slight chill, Deewa ran out to open the gate. She was dressed in a provocatively cool, strappy nightgown, her hair tied up casually.

Once the car was inside the yard, she locked the gate from the inside. Luis's eyes widened. "What are you doing? Planning a robbery?"

"Rob you, my ass. I'll rob you of your virtue, not your money. Happy now?"

Deewa said, grabbing Luis's hand and pulling him into the house. On the heated brick bed, Fanga was leaning against a cabinet. She seemed to have just bathed; her hair was still slightly damp, giving her the air of a beauty fresh from her bath.

She wore only a dark-colored tank top on her upper body, while a blanket covered her lower half, revealing her slender, delicate feet.

Seeing Luis arrive, she shifted slightly, looking a bit awkward. "Deewa, wait till Mama changes her clothes."

"No need. It's cooler like this."

Deewa pushed Luis to sit on the edge of the heated bed, placed an ashtray on the bed-table, and said with a playful smile, "Smoke if you want. I prepared it just for you."

"We'll talk about that later!"

Luis smiled awkwardly. With a sick person present, he felt too embarrassed to smoke. Instead, he greeted Fanga and politely asked about her health.

At this, Fanga looked on the verge of tears. She sighed, "Ah, I have to go for another check-up next month. I'm just afraid of being a burden to my child. My poor daughter… why did she end up with a mother like me?"

Just then, Deewa walked in carrying an iron pot. Seeing her mother's pitiful, mournful expression, her pretty brows instantly furrowed. "Stop wearing that funeral face. Are you unhappy that my man is here?"

"No, no, I didn't mean that!"

Fanga hastily wiped her tears.

A fairly kind-faced old lady also entered the room—the grandmother, meeting Luis for the first time. She squinted at him, her smile radiating immense satisfaction.