Chapter 335: Rachel Request

"What? Mom, hell no! Don’t make me barf!" Rachel spat, her sharp face twisting into an expression of pure disgust and utter revulsion as she glared down at Liam.

’I wouldn’t want you to either... I’d much rather take your mom,’ Liam thought to himself, his expression remaining smooth and completely unbothered. He maintained a lazy, dark smirk, letting her venom slide right off him as if she were a child throwing a minor tantrum.

Her mother gasped softly, looking back and forth between them with a deeply embarrassed expression. "Come on, Rachel, don’t say something so entirely rude to a guest in our home!" She turned toward Liam, placing a small, manicured hand over her chest, her heavy bust rising as she let out a soft sigh. "I am so terribly sorry for my daughter’s behavior. She has no manners when it comes to her peers."

"It’s really fine," Liam said smoothly, reaching up to casually scratch the back of his neck as he looked down at her.

He honestly couldn’t believe this woman was anyone’s mother.

Her face was virtually unblemished, her skin radiating a natural, youthful glow, and her body was built with sharp, voluptuous curves that stretched her tight beige top to its absolute limit. "I’m not affected by anything she says. Honestly, you’re far too gorgeous for me to care about a little attitude."

A deep, rosy flush spread across her mother’s cheeks. Her lips parted in a genuine, flustered smile, her fingers nervously adjusting her dark hair. "Oh... my. Really? You are far too sweet..."

*SWOOSH*

Liam felt the sudden displacement of air a fraction of a second before he instinctively dipped his head to the left.

A pink plush slipper zipped through the exact spot where his nose had been a millisecond prior, soaring through the entryway and slamming into the far plaster wall with a dull THUD.

"Uhhh!" her mother gasped, spinning around in absolute shock to look at her daughter.

Rachel was standing on the bottom step, her right leg still extended in the air from the sheer force of the throw, her face flushed dark red with unadulterated fury.

"I know you’re into older women, you sick bastard, and I don’t care why!" Rachel shouted, her hands clenching into tight fists at her sides. "Get the hell away from my mom!"

"Rachel! That wasn’t nice at all!" her mother scolded, though her own face was still bright red as she held her hands to her burning cheeks. "He was simply giving me a very polite compliment!"

"Mom, shut up! You don’t know him!" Rachel snapped back, her dark eyes practically firing lasers into the side of Liam’s head. "I know what he’s doing! Just leave us alone! Please!"

Suddenly, the ambient hum of the house cut out completely.

The ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner froze.

A stray dust mote hanging in the sunlight stuck motionless in mid-air.

The world around Liam washed into a dull, monochrome grey, locking Rachel and her mother in total, motionless silence.

A glowing, translucent blue interface materialized directly in front of Liam’s eyes, floating silently in the frozen space:

[INTERACTION PROMPT DETECTED]

[OPTION 1: "It was lovely to meet you, Beautiful." (Kiss her hand) -> Reward: +15 LUST POINTS]

[OPTION 2: Say nothing. +0 lust point]

Liam stared at the glowing blue text, his eyebrows pulling together in mild skepticism.

’Kiss her hand?’ Liam thought, assessing the option with a critical eye. ’Isn’t that ridiculously cheesy? That sounds like some outdated, antique gesture straight out of a Victorian romance novel. Who actually does that in real life?’

He paused, looking over at Rachel’s mother.

She was older, sophisticated, and clearly possessed an appreciation for old-school charm and classical elegance that younger girls would just laugh at.

To a woman like her, a theatrical, smooth-talking gesture like that wouldn’t come across as cringe—it would hit like a lightning bolt of dramatic romance.

’Ah... I see it now,’ Liam realized with a dark smirk. ’The system isn’t catering to me. It’s catering to her demographic.’

He mentally selected [OPTION 1].

The blue screen dissolved into light, and color flooded back into the room like water bursting through a dam.

Time snapped back to full speed.

Before Rachel could even take another breath to yell, Liam stepped fluidly around her mother, took the woman’s right hand gently into his palm, and bowed his head slightly.

He lifted her knuckles to his lips and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the back of her skin, looking straight up into her eyes through his dark lashes.

"It was lovely to meet you, Beautiful," Liam said softly, his voice dropping into a low, velvet purr.

[OPTION EXECUTED SUCCESSFULLY]

[RACHEL’S MOTHER LUST POINTS: +15]

[AFFECTION LEVEL: 95/100]

Her mother’s breath hitched violently, her knees wobbling slightly as a bright, dark crimson flush coated her neck and face. She looked down at him as if he had just stepped out of a classic movie reel.

*SWOOSH*

Liam didn’t even have to look again.

He jerked his head to the right as Rachel’s second plush slipper shot past his ear, missing his temple by an inch before bouncing off the front door with a loud bang.

"Rachel!" her mother gasped, her voice trembling as she tried to regain control over her erratic breathing, weakly attempting to scold her daughter while her heart hammered against her ribs. "That is... that is entirely unacceptable!"

"Mom! Please! Just LEAVE!" Rachel screamed, sounding completely pushed to her absolute limit, her arms flailing in pure frustration.

Her mother took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to smooth down her tight beige top with hands that were visibly shaking.

She looked back at Liam, a soft, dazed smile gracing her lips as her eyes practically sparkled.

"Well... it was... it was very nice to meet you too, Liam," she murmured, her voice ridiculously soft. "I certainly hope to see you around here much more often."

Liam gave her a slow, confident smile that made her cheeks burn all over again. "Definitely. Count on it."

She gave him one last lingering look before turning and walking up the stairs, her heavy hips swaying beneath her tight pencil skirt.

The moment her mother vanished around the corner of the upper landing, Rachel whipped back toward Liam, her fists balled so tightly her knuckles were white.

Her bare feet gripped the hardwood floor, her breathing ragged and chest heaving under her loose sweatshirt.

"What the absolute hell are you doing in my house?" Rachel hissed, keeping her voice low so it wouldn’t carry upstairs.

Liam straightened his jacket, casually sliding his hands back into his pockets. "Look, I came here because I know you saw what happened on that video call with Miss Kelly. I know you hate my guts, but please... don’t go reporting her to the administration."

Rachel blinked, her aggressive posture slumping slightly as a look of genuine confusion crossed her face. "What? Report Miss Kelly? Are you insane? Why would I report her? I love Miss Kelly! She’s literally the best teacher in the whole school!"

Liam paused, letting out a long, quiet sigh of relief. "Phew... okay. Good. I thought you were going to go straight to the principal and get her fired. That’s the only reason I drove over here. Since you’re not reporting her, I’ll just get out of your hair."

He turned on his heel, taking a step back toward the front entrance.

"I never said my silence was free," Rachel called out sharply.

Liam stopped mid-step, his boot hovering an inch above the marble floor. He slowly turned his head back to look at her over his shoulder. "What?"

Rachel stepped off the bottom stair, standing on the polished floor with her bare feet, crossing her arms over her chest. A sharp, scheming smile slowly spread across her lips, replacing the flustered anger from earlier.

"You heard me," she said smoothly, her dark eyes locking onto his with predatory triumph. "You’re going to have to pay a price for my silence. Just you."

Liam turned fully around, raising an eyebrow at her. ’If she wants money, this is going to be absurdly easy,’ he thought to himself, already reaching toward his back pocket for his wallet.

"How much do you want?" Liam asked plainly. "Name a price."

Rachel scoffed, rolling her eyes in deep amusement. "Money? Are you serious? Look around you, idiot. I might not go out of my way to flaunt it, but my family is ridiculously rich. I don’t need your pocket change, and I definitely won’t bore you with the details of how I got it."

Liam frowned, his hand slipping away from his pocket. "Then what do you want?"

Rachel took a slow, deliberate step toward him, tilting her chin up. "I want you to be my slave for a whole month."

Liam stared at her for three full seconds, convinced he had misheard her. "What? A slave? What does that even mean?"

"It’s very simple," Rachel explained, her smile widening as she began counting off her fingers. "For the next thirty days, you do whatever I tell you to do. If I call you at three in the morning to pick up something for me, you come immediately. If I tell you to do my homework, you do it. You can’t disobey a single command I give you. Total obedience."

Liam let out a dry, harsh laugh. "Are you out of your mind? Can’t you just ask for a favor or something normal? Why the hell would I agree to that?"

"Because if you don’t," Rachel said, her voice dropping into a dark, spiteful whisper, "I’m going straight to the board tomorrow morning with the video recording I took of you pressing your teacher up against her living room couch. Let’s see how long Miss Kelly keeps her job after that."

Liam’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He stared at her, assessing her expression to see if she was bluffing.

She wasn’t. The sheer spite in her eyes proved she would do it in a heart-beat just to ruin his life, even if it meant collateral damage for Miss Kelly.

"I have a life, Rachel," Liam said, his voice cold. "I can’t just be at your beck and call twenty-four hours a day."

Rachel waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, calm down. I’m not going to be hanging around you every single second. I actually enjoy my privacy, and I definitely don’t want anyone at school getting the stupid idea that we’re somehow hanging out or together. You’ll only be called when I actually need you."

Liam looked at her, his mind racing through the options. A whole month of playing her servant sounded like an absolute nightmare, but losing Miss Kelly and having a massive scandal blow up in his face was infinitely worse.

"Mmmmm..." Liam hummed softly, tapping his chin as he looked her up and down.

As Rachel shifted her weight, uncrossing her arms to rest them on her hips, her loose grey sweatshirt slid further down her left shoulder.

The thin fabric stretched taut against her chest, revealing the thick, heavy contours of her breasts bouncing slightly with the motion.

They were surprisingly large, firm, and shape-defining—a fact Liam had never actually noticed at school because of the baggy sweaters she always wore.

His gaze drifted lower.

Her tight black leggings showcased an incredible, sweeping hourglass curve—slender waist, broad, rounded hips, long toned legs, and a surprisingly plump, firm ass that filled out the fabric perfectly.

Liam’s dark eyes swept over her entire figure, a sudden, wolfish realization dawning on him.

Rachel thought she was putting him in a cage.

She thought she was establishing complete control over her rival, completely oblivious to the fact that forcing him into her personal space for a whole month was giving him unfettered access to her every single day.

A slow, dangerous smile spread across Liam’s face.

He extended his right hand toward her, his palm open in the air between them.

"Deal," Liam said smoothly.

Rachel looked at his open hand, a triumphantly arrogant grin breaking across her face as she reached out, her small, warm fingers wrapping around his palm to seal the agreement. "Deal. Get ready for the worst month of your life, Liam."

Liam squeezed her hand firmly, his smile deepening as he looked into her eyes. "I’m looking forward to it."