Lust System: I will Cuck Everyone

[Quest Triggered: The Culinary Emperor’s Chariot!]

[Objective: A true master of the culinary world commands absolute, heaven-defying awe wherever he goes! Completely crush the fragile egos of these pathetic medical elites and prove your absolute superiority!]

[Rewards: +2000 Mischief Points, Master-Level Hypercar Driving Skills, & Instant Ownership of a $30,000,000 Koenigsegg Gemera (Matte-Carbon Edition)!]

Rick read the glowing blue text floating in his vision, as his eyes widened slightly, completely taken aback by the sheer, absurd magnitude of the system’s massive vehicular reward, because the God of Mischief was literally handing him one of the rarest, most expensive hypercars on the entire planet just to face-slap a bald doctor.

"You really think a five-million-dollar Ferrari makes you a god, Sterling?" Rick mocked crudely, his deep voice dripping with pure, unapologetic apathy, entirely cutting through the arrogant laughter on the patio. "You talk a lot for a guy who drives a mass-produced, cheap plastic toy."

The entire patio fell into a dead, horrifying silence, as the elite surgeons gasped in pure shock, completely unable to process how a broke cook could casually refer to a five-million-dollar supercar as a cheap toy.

"You fucking beggar!" Dr. Sterling shrieked hysterically, as spittle flew from his lips, completely losing his refined upper-class persona in a fraction of a second. "You are actively courting death! My Ferrari is a masterpiece! You probably took a public bus here, you filthy rat!"

"Let’s go see exactly who drives a toy, then," Rick challenged lazily, as he gently grabbed Elena’s waist, completely turning his broad back on the furious senior surgeon and walking directly toward the grand exit of the country club leading to the VIP valet stand.

Dr. Sterling was completely blinded by his own massive ego, as he aggressively motioned for his lackeys to follow him, fully intending to completely humiliate Rick in front of the entire gathering by showing off his expensive red Ferrari.

As the large group of wealthy medical elites spilled out of the country club’s main doors and onto the pristine, circular driveway, they immediately noticed that the entire team of valets was standing completely frozen, absolutely mesmerized by a mechanical beast parked directly in the center VIP circle.

It was not Dr. Sterling’s red Ferrari.

Parked aggressively in the absolute center of the driveway was a menacing, matte-carbon Koenigsegg Gemera, as the massive, heavy carbon-fiber body gleamed dangerously under the afternoon sun, radiating an oppressive, heaven-defying aura of pure, unadulterated speed and limitless wealth.

The elite doctors completely stopped in their tracks, as their jaws literally dropped to the floor, instantly drooling over the impossible hypercar.

"Holy shit..." one of the senior surgeons gasped in pure reverence, as he practically rubbed his eyes, "That is a Koenigsegg Gemera... The waitlist is five years long, and it costs at least thirty million dollars!"

"Only a global cartel boss or a literal billionaire emperor could afford to import a machine like that into this city!" another doctor whispered loudly, completely forgetting about the argument, staring at the hypercar as if he were looking at a descending god.

Dr. Sterling saw his own five-million-dollar Ferrari parked pathetically off to the side, looking like a cheap, generic taxi compared to the monstrous, menacing presence of the matte-carbon Koenigsegg.

His face twitched with intense jealousy, but he quickly puffed his chest out, turning his arrogant gaze back toward Rick, fully intending to regain his lost face.

"Do you see that, you poor street rat?" Dr. Sterling sneered maliciously, completely pointing a shaking finger directly at the Koenigsegg, entirely failing to see Mount Tai. "That is what true, absolute wealth looks like! You will never even be able to touch a tire on a machine like that in your entire miserable life!"

As Rick casually took a step directly toward the massive hypercar, Dr. Sterling violently lunged forward, desperately trying to block his path.

"Step back, you filthy beggar!" Dr. Sterling roared aggressively, completely trying to play the protective elite. "Do not even breathe on that car! If you scratch the paint with your cheap jeans, you will be working in the kitchen for the next ten thousand lifetimes just to pay for the repair!"

Rick did not say a single word, as he looked at Dr. Sterling with completely dead, flat eyes, absolutely devoid of any human emotion, because watching a crippled dog bark at a literal dragon was simply pathetic.

Rick lazily reached his hand directly into the pocket of his dark jeans, as he pulled out a heavy, intricately designed matte-carbon key fob.

He didn’t even look at the car, as he simply pressed his heavy thumb directly onto the unlock button.

BEEP! BEEP!

A sharp, electronic chirp violently shattered the silence of the driveway, as the massive, menacing daytime running lights of the Koenigsegg aggressively flashed to life, completely bathing the frozen crowd in a harsh, bright glow.

The heavy, automated dihedral synchro-helix doors of the thirty-million-dollar hypercar smoothly and silently swept outward and upward in a single, mesmerizing motion, completely exposing the ultra-luxurious, custom leather interior to the afternoon air.

The entire crowd of elite medical professionals went completely, dead silent, as if all the oxygen had been violently sucked out of the atmosphere.

Dr. Sterling’s jaw literally unhinged and dropped entirely to the concrete floor, as his small, arrogant eyes widened to the absolute limits of human anatomy, while all the blood violently drained from his greasy face, leaving him as pale as a sheet of white paper.

His brain completely short-circuited, as he stared at the heavy carbon key fob in Rick’s hand, entirely unable to process the impossible, heaven-defying reality that the so-called broke kitchen cook was the literal owner of the thirty-million-dollar mechanical god parked in front of them.

"T-toy...?" Dr. Sterling stammered pathetically, as his knees physically buckled under the immense, suffocating gravity of his own stupidity, completely realizing his five-million-dollar Ferrari was absolutely nothing but a piece of cheap garbage in comparison.

Elena stood completely frozen next to Rick, as she looked at the monstrous hypercar with pure, unadulterated shock, her heart hammering violently against her ribs, completely overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of her master’s hidden wealth.

"Get in, Doc," Rick commanded lazily, his deep voice carrying absolute, undeniable authority, as he gently guided the completely stunned, heavily blushing surgeon directly into the luxurious passenger seat, helping her slide her thick thighs inside before the massive door smoothly glided shut.

Rick casually walked around the front of the hypercar, completely ignoring the groveling, terrified doctors, as he slid into the driver’s seat and pressed the heavy ignition button.

The massive, twin-turbocharged engine violently roared to life, unleashing a deafening, earth-shattering symphony of mechanical fury that completely shook the chests of every single person standing on the driveway, instantly drowning out any remaining doubts about his absolute alpha dominance.

Rick aggressively twisted the steering wheel and stomped on the accelerator, as the $30,000,000 Koenigsegg Gemera violently launched forward like a fired missile, tearing out of the country club with blinding, heaven-defying speed, completely leaving Dr. Sterling and the snobbish medical elites choking on his exhaust, drowning in utter, insurmountable humiliation.