Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women

Chapter 740 This Man Is So Considerate...

After soothing her to sleep, Luis went straight back upstairs and headed directly to his sister-in-law's bedroom.

In the warm, romantic, and spacious room, on the large bed, Avery and his other sister-in-law, Leah, lay completely naked, cuddled together and sleeping very sweetly.

Their underwear had been removed, and they were holding each other with extraordinary intimacy in the early morning hours.

The two young, big-breasted girls were wrapped around each other, their full breasts pressing together. With hickeys marking their huge tits as they squeezed against one another, it was an utterly sensual and incomparably beautiful moment.

Their faces still carried the flushed glow of satisfaction, clearly having engaged in a passionate, woman-on-woman affair in their own new room—an undeniably steamy scene.

Luis took just one glance, confirmed they were truly asleep, and then quietly slipped back out.

It was the fifteenth day of the System's one-month upgrade.

This was the day Serena was being discharged from the hospital. Logan had proactively called in advance.

Since no one in his family could scrape together a single car, Serena had originally said she would just take a taxi, even though they had a lot of belongings and no good way to manage them.

But Logan thought his own old, worn-out pride still carried some weight, so he called Luis directly. Luis readily agreed.

At ten in the morning, the Benz C pulled up at the city's First Hospital. After half a month of hospitalization, there was indeed a lot of stuff.

Odds and ends, all kinds of clutter. No one had paid much attention at first, but as they carried things down, there were leftover paper towels that hadn't been used and many items bought temporarily along the way.

Logan's mother and older brother lived together. The old family home was dilapidated and crumbling deep in the mountains.

They returned to Logan's two-story, small, private house. A storage room on the first floor had been cleared out, and a makeshift bed was set up there for now.

She had come back to her family home—her father was gone… The old house was too broken to live in. Now this young widow was taken in by her elder brother and his wife.

"You've worked too hard!"

After getting out of the car, Luis rushed around, carrying things back and forth.

Logan hadn't actually come; he'd just made one phone call. That one call, and Luis showing up, made Logan feel especially proud.

Serena was deeply moved, but Eloise, standing nearby, let out a dissatisfied snort and said:

"Serena, what your brother said is totally unreliable. I'm telling you, the two of you are siblings—can you really count on him?"

"My brother said, let's wait and see a bit more."

Serena sighed, her face full of helplessness.

She was a student at a normal school, on the path to becoming a teacher.

But teacher's college was probably one of the most frustrating majors, simply because so many people studied it.

It wasn't like technical or vocational schools. Many parents' brains seemed waterlogged; they just thought, you study this, you graduate, you become a teacher, and your future is bright and limitless.

But the reality was, far too many people pursued this path. Such schools existed in nearly every city. The most ridiculous part was the sheer number of graduates—several times more than what you might call "actual students."

Without the right connections, you couldn't get that iron rice bowl. Many young people ended up being screwed over by their parents like this.

Logan had qualified as a teacher back in the day, thanks to the advantages of that era, and had long-term tenure.

But nowadays? No way. Crowds of people with diplomas couldn't even find jobs, and they'd be rejected even from kindergartens.

Comparing that, if you thought about it carefully: Logan had muddled through that school for twenty years, yet he was still just an ordinary teacher, unable to become even a deputy director.

Even those without any backing—who started at the same time as him—had either gone off to become principals elsewhere or become mid-level cadres in the education bureau.

But he remained just a teacher… constant complaints from students, and no shortage of people he'd offended.

At the township school, his complaint rate had always been number one, year after year. That was already dramatic enough—for twenty years.

Even if you pride yourself on being aloof and refuse to pay bribes, normal promotions should have come your way by now, right? You should have built normal professional relationships. But with his stinky mouth and flawed theories, he'd offended too many people.

Logically, after so many years as a teacher, Logan should have been able to arrange a job for his own sister, even if it cost some money, no problem.

But the thing was, he was exactly one of those people with water in his brain. He prided himself on being righteous and incorruptible, so not only did he lack connections, but he'd also offended many with his brain-dead, self-righteous outbursts.

Moreover, he was unwilling to humble himself and ask for favors.

Serena, as a student teacher, normally might have had an opportunity to prove herself.

But as soon as people heard she was Logan's sister, they kept their distance. That just showed how bad Logan's reputation was.

It wasn't even that he was unsuitable to work with—he seemed almost anti-human…

Yet she was stubborn and naïve, believing her brother's nonsense, waiting endlessly at that township middle school with no way forward.

For twenty years, he'd fought with colleagues countless times, been cursed out by parents of students countless times. If it weren't for the fact that township schools have a high tolerance, honestly, it's hard to see where such a broke, self-righteous loser could find a place to belong.

Serena kept waiting eagerly, but no good news came. Now she only occasionally tutored, and her income was very low.

The first-floor room was simple and shabby—just thrown together temporarily.

But Logan was truly hard to deal with. Serena wanted to apply for a simple dorm room, but couldn't get one. After more than twenty years, as the most senior person at the township middle school, she was hated by gods and loathed by ghosts to an absolutely ridiculous degree.

After hauling everything inside, Luis sat on the sofa, panting.

"Sister-in-law, thank goodness for Luis on this trip. I don't know what I would have done otherwise."

Serena spoke gratefully.

Eloise's eyes were soft and charming as she said, "You little rascal, did this take time away from your own business this time?"

"Come on, let's not be formal. Sister-in-law, talking like that takes all the fun out of it."

Eloise felt incredibly proud. Logan's relatives, even the uneducated and poor ones, were all useless.

They all talked big, acting superior and spouting nonsense, sounding so knowledgeable—but when it came time to actually do anything, they were all clueless bumpkins.

But Luis went and took care of everything: insurance, hospitalization, even the traffic police matters—all handled neatly.

The discharge arrangements were well done too. He moved things in an orderly way and wouldn't let them lift a finger. That was the kind of macho assertiveness women loved.

For Eloise, this was her maternal family home, and suddenly it made her stand taller.

But the one even more moved than her was Serena. Her own family members, including her brother Logan, had never visited her as many times or stayed as long as this man standing before her.

He had carried her up to the operating table, and after surgery, he carried her back. When she woke up and confirmed everything, Luis had carried her back again—though he left early because of the crowd, her heart was filled with sweetness.

The feeling of that princess carry had already stirred the young widow's heart.

Over half a month, no one understood the various insurance policies.

Her brother-in-law, that kind of idiot who talked like an emperor from heaven and a king from hell, couldn't help at all.

Luis handled all the messy stuff, and after the surgery, when she needed things like water cushions and other supplies, he carefully prepared everything.

Even now, at discharge, Luis was still taking care of the paperwork.

No one in the family had a car, so she rode in Luis's car back to Eloise's home…

A man so considerate—she could only dream of such a person.