Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties

Liam pushed open the door to the lecture hall.

Late.

The hinges creaked. Loud. Every head in the room turned.

Miss Kelly was mid-sentence. Standing at the front of the class. White blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt that stopped just above her knees. Red heels. Her blonde hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. She paused. Looked at him.

The room went quiet.

Liam stood in the doorway for a second. Then walked in. His footsteps echoing on the tile floor.

Every eye followed him. Watching. Tracking his movement as he made his way down the aisle between the rows of seats.

Miss Kelly didn’t say anything. Just watched. Then she went back to her lecture like nothing had happened.

"As I was saying, Plato’s theory of Forms suggests that the material world is merely a shadow of a higher reality..."

Liam spotted Kelvin. Sitting near the middle. Slouched in his seat. Blue hoodie. Black jeans. He looked up as Liam approached.

Liam slid into the seat next to him. Dropped his bag on the floor.

Kelvin opened his mouth.

Then someone stood up.

A girl. Sitting three rows ahead. She turned to face Miss Kelly.

"Miss Kelly, aren’t you going to say something to him for disrupting the class?"

Liam looked at her.

She was about five foot four. Slim. An oversized grey hoodie hung off her frame. Black leggings. White sneakers.

Her dark brown hair sat in a loose, messy bun, a few strands framing her face. Square black glasses rested on her nose.

Her skin wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t take anything away from her. She was quietly, effortlessly beautiful.

A number floated above her head.

[70/100]

’Interesting. So she wants to play like that. Fine. I’ll get her back — and push the meter while I’m at it.’

Miss Kelly looked at the girl. Then at Liam. Her expression didn’t change.

"Of course," she said calmly. "Mr. Hart, I’ll be expecting you to come to my office after you’re done with all your classes today."

The girl looked at Liam. A smug smile spreading across her face. Satisfied. Like she’d just accomplished something.

Then she sat back down.

Liam looked at her. Smiled. Slow. Deliberate.

’Only if she knew.’

The girl noticed. Her smile faltered. She frowned. Squeezed her face in irritation. Then turned back around in her seat.

Miss Kelly continued teaching.

Kelvin leaned over. Kept his voice low. "Wow. I see your rival still has something against you. Even after being quiet for so long."

Liam shrugged. "Yeah. I guess she can’t stop thinking about me."

Kelvin grinned. "Are you sure she doesn’t like you, man?"

Liam glanced at the back of her head. Three rows ahead. "Maybe."

Kelvin snorted. "Maybe my ass. Look at her. She’s obsessed." He leaned back in his seat. Stretched his legs out. "I’m telling you, bro. She hasn’t had dick in so long she doesn’t know what to do with herself. That’s why she’s always on your case. Sexual frustration. Classic."

Liam raised an eyebrow. "You think?"

"I know. Trust me. Girls like that, they act all uptight and pissed off because they’re not getting any. She probably goes home and thinks about you every night." Kelvin grinned wider. "Hell, she probably—"

Liam’s phone buzzed.

He pulled it out. Glanced at the screen.

**Shay:** Need you to come by. ASAP.

Liam looked at Kelvin. "Hold that thought."

Kelvin waved him off. "Yeah, yeah. Go handle your business."

Liam was about to put his phone away when Kelvin spoke again.

"Oh, by the way. Those gym girls. You know, the ones we hung out with? They’ve been asking if we’re free soon. Said they want to go out again."

Liam paused. "Gym girls?"

Kelvin gave him a look. "Don’t act like you forgot. Jane. Priscilla. The yacht. Ring any bells?"

"Yeah. I’m down. When?"

Kelvin shrugged. "Don’t know yet. But now that you’re in I’ll find out and let you know."

"Cool."

Kelvin grinned. "That’s what I’m talking about."

Miss Kelly’s voice cut through the room. "Mr. Monroe, Mr. Hart. If you’re done with your conversation, I’d appreciate it if you paid attention."

Kelvin straightened up. "Yes, ma’am."

Liam just looked at her. Didn’t say anything.

Miss Kelly held his gaze for a moment. Then went back to her lecture.

---

The rest of the class passed slowly.

Miss Kelly talked about Plato. About the Allegory of the Cave. About perception and reality. Liam barely listened. His mind was elsewhere.

When the lecture ended, students started packing up. Shuffling out of the room. Conversations filling the space.

Liam stood. Grabbed his bag.

Kelvin clapped him on the shoulder. "See you later, man. Have fun with Miss Kelly."

"I definitely will."

"I’m so jealous right now"

"I know"

Kelvin left. Liam stayed.

He had three more classes. Economic and Sociology

All of them blurred together. Professors talking. Students taking notes. Liam sitting in the back. Thinking.

By the time his last class ended, it was late afternoon. The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky. Casting long shadows across the campus.

Liam walked across the quad. Heading toward the faculty building. Miss Kelly’s office was on the second floor.

He took the stairs. Pushed open the door at the top. Walked down the hallway. Passed other offices. Some doors open. Some closed.

He stopped in front of Miss Kelly’s door. Knocked twice.

"Come in."

He pushed the door open.

Miss Kelly was sitting behind her desk. Papers spread out in front of her. A laptop open. She looked up as he entered.

"Close the door."

Liam closed it. Turned the lock.

Miss Kelly’s eyes dropped to his hand on the lock. Then came back up to his face. She didn’t say anything about it.

"You were late today," she said.

"I know."

"Okay, you know you’re not meant to be late right?"

Liam didn’t respond. He walked toward her desk slowly. Hands in his pockets.

Miss Kelly leaned back in her chair. Crossed her arms. "Is there a reason you were late?"

"I’m not trying to."

"Then what are you trying to do?"

Liam stopped in front of her desk. Looked down at her. "I thought it was interesting. You calling me out like that. In front of everyone."

Miss Kelly’s jaw tightened. "I was doing my job."

"Were you?" He tilted his head slightly. "Because it felt personal."

"It wasn’t."

"No?"

Miss Kelly held his gaze. Her arms stayed crossed. But her fingers had tightened on her own elbows. A small tell.

Liam moved around the side of the desk.

Miss Kelly turned in her chair to follow him. "What are you doing?"

"You missed me," he said simply.

"Excuse me?"

"That’s why you called me out. You wanted my attention."

Miss Kelly stood up. "That is completely—"

Liam stepped close. Close enough that she had to tilt her head slightly to look at him. Close enough that she could feel the warmth coming off him.

She didn’t step back.

"Say that again," he said quietly.

Her mouth opened. Closed. "I had no choice," she said finally. "That girl asked me directly."

"And you just went along with it because you also want to punish me for not coming to see you at all."

"I—yes. I also didn’t have a choice."

Liam looked at her. "Guess I’ll have to return the favor. You’re gonna have to be punished for that."

Miss Kelly’s breath caught. Just slightly. Her lips parted. "Liam—"

His hand moved to her waist. She didn’t stop it. His fingers found the hem of her pencil skirt, sliding underneath to the bare skin of her thigh.

"Sit back down," he said.

She sat.

He crouched in front of her, his hands pushing the skirt up her thighs slowly.

She was wearing stockings. Sheer black. He found the top of them, the thin strip of bare skin above the lace edge.

"Liam." Her voice was low.

"Someone might hear," he said, sliding his fingers higher.

"Yes," she breathed. "Exactly."

"Then you’d better be quiet."

He pushed the fabric of her underwear aside and slid two fingers in without warning.

Miss Kelly’s head dropped back. Her hand flew to her mouth immediately, pressing hard against her lips.

"Mmh—"

He moved slowly. Deliberately. Watching her face. The way her brow furrowed. The way her chest rose and fell faster. The way her free hand gripped the armrest of her chair until her knuckles went pale.

"You sat up there," he said, keeping his voice low and even, "and let that girl use you to come at me."

"I—" Her breath hitched. "Liam, I told you I didn’t—"

He curled his fingers.

"Ah—" She bit down on her own hand. Hard.

He kept the pace steady. Unhurried. His thumb found her clit and pressed in slow circles, and her whole body shifted forward in the chair, her hips moving toward his hand without her permission.

"Hm." She was trying to contain it. Every sound pressed behind her lips, muffled and tight. Her eyes were shut, her head tilted back, her hair beginning to fall loose from her ponytail.

"Look at me," he said.

She looked at him. Her eyes were glassy, her face flushed high on her cheeks, her lipstick slightly smudged from biting her own hand.

He held her gaze and moved faster.

"Oh—" Her free hand shot out and gripped his forearm. Not pushing. Just holding. Like she needed something to anchor her. "Liam — I’m—"

"I know," he said.

She came quietly. The way someone comes when they’ve had a lot of practice being silent. Her whole body drew tight, her thighs closing around his hand, a choked sound escaping through her nose as she pressed her lips together with everything she had.

Her hips rolled once. Twice. Then stilled.

He pulled his hand away slowly. She exhaled. Long and unsteady.

For a moment she just sat there. Her eyes still closed. Her chest still heaving.

Then Liam stood.

Miss Kelly opened her eyes and looked up at him. Then her gaze dropped.

Her eyes went wide.

He watched her look at it. The way her expression shifted. Surprise first. Then something else entirely.

"You did that," he said.

She stared for a moment longer. Then she reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse. Slow. Each button coming undone carefully.

"I don’t want to stain it," she said, her voice still slightly hoarse.

She folded it neatly and set it on the desk beside her. Underneath, a white lace bra, thin and fitted. She reached back and unclipped it without being asked. Set that aside too.

Then she looked up at him once.

And slid off the chair onto her knees.

Her blonde hair had mostly fallen loose now, the ponytail barely holding. She reached up and pulled it free entirely, letting it fall past her shoulders.

She took her time. The same unhurried attention she gave everything else. Her hands rested on his thighs, her eyes occasionally flicking up to his face, watching his reaction with the same quiet focus she used when she stood in front of a classroom.

Liam’s hand moved into her hair.

She didn’t rush. Didn’t perform. Just worked at her own pace, slow and deliberate, the room completely silent around them except for the low sound of the air conditioning and the muffled voices of students somewhere far below in the quad.

His grip tightened in her hair.

She made a sound. Low and muffled.

"Hm—"

He pulled back slightly and she exhaled through her nose, then took him back in deeper. Her eyes squeezed shut for a moment. Then opened again, finding his face.

Outside, footsteps passed in the hallway. Paused.

Neither of them moved.

The footsteps continued on.

Miss Kelly’s hands tightened on his thighs.

When it was done she sat back on her heels. Wiped the corner of her mouth with two fingers. Her hair was completely undone. Her lipstick was gone. Her bare shoulders were flushed pink.

She looked up at him calmly. Like she hadn’t just been on her knees on her own office floor.

"Are we even?" she asked.

Liam looked down at her. "Not quite."

Miss Kelly’s eyes narrowed slightly. But she was smiling.

She reached for her blouse.

---

Liam found Rachel in the library.

She was sitting at a table near the back. Alone. Her laptop open in front of her. Typing. Her glasses reflecting the screen.

Liam walked over. Pulled out the chair across from her. Sat down.

Rachel looked up. Her eyes widened. "What are you doing?"

"We need to talk."

Rachel frowned. "No, we don’t."

"Yes, we do."

She closed her laptop. Crossed her arms. "Fine. Talk."

Liam leaned forward. Rested his elbows on the table. "I know you don’t like me."

Rachel’s expression didn’t change. "Wow. You’re observant."

"And I get it. I really do. But I’m willing to bury the hatchet. Move on. Start fresh."

Rachel stared at him. "Why?"

"Because holding grudges is exhausting. And I don’t have the energy for it."

Rachel’s eyes narrowed. "You’re full of shit."

Liam smiled. "Maybe. But I’m serious."

Rachel didn’t respond. Just looked at him. Suspicious.

"Come on," Liam said. "Give me a chance. Let me prove I’m not as bad as you think."

Rachel hesitated. "How?"

"Let me take you out. Tonight."

Rachel blinked. "What?"

"Just one night. We hang out. Talk. Get to know each other. If you still hate me after, fine. But at least you’ll know I tried."

Rachel looked at him like he’d just suggested something insane. "You’re asking me out?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because I want to."

Rachel stared at him. Then she laughed. Short. Bitter. "That pretty suspicious."

"Is that a yes?"

Rachel’s laugh faded. She looked at him. Really looked. Trying to figure out if he was serious.

"Fine," she said finally. "I want to see the kind of game you’re trying play."

Liam smiled. "Deal."

Then she walked away.

Liam watched her go.

’This is going to be interesting.’

He stood. Grabbed his bag.

Now he had to go see Shay.