My Cuckhold System - Chapter 210: A Profitable Venture

Chapter 210: A Profitable Venture

Lianhua’s breath quickened as her fingers circled her swollen clit through the soaked cotton.

“Smith…” she moaned softly while her free hand clutched the phone tighter, pulling up his contact photo.

It displayed a candid shot of him shirtless and glistening with sweat with his muscles on full display.

She stared at it, imagining those strong arms wrapping around her instead and his cock buried deep inside her neglected body.

The thoughts intensified as her mind replayed the sounds she’d overheard: the wet slaps of flesh, Mei’s ecstatic whimpers turning to screams of pleasure.

It made Lianhua’s pussy throb and juices soaked through her panties, trickling onto the sheets. She rubbed faster, dipping two fingers beneath the fabric to slide along her pinkish folds, teasing her entrance before plunging them inside.

Her walls clenched greedily around the intrusion, but it wasn’t enough… not like him.

She pictured West taking her just as roughly, claiming her on this very bed while her husband’s side lay empty and cold.

“Oh, Smith… fuck me,” she gasped as she ground her palm against her clit with the phone’s screen still displaying his image.

Tension coiled tight in her belly, building relentlessly until it broke loose.

Her body arched off the mattress as her thighs quivered while orgasm crashed over her.

Her pussy spasmed around her fingers as hot juices gushed out, drenching her hand and the sheets beneath in a shameful flood, far more intense than anything her husband had ever drawn from her.

Lianhua collapsed back onto the bed panting while withdrawing her slick fingers with a wet sound.

Shame washed over her in waves… her personal fitness instructor, her daughter’s boyfriend, reduced to this: making her wet the marital bed like a desperate teenager.

Her husband could never ignite her like that… never fill her with such raw, aching need… But the guilt only twisted into something darker, fueling the unholy desires that burned hotter than ever.

She couldn’t wait for friday…

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Stacks on stacks on stacks…

That was the first thing that came to mind as West stood in the middle of his living room with duffel bags unzipped and overturned like treasure chests spilling their contents across the floor.

Bundles of tight crisp and neatly wrapped cash covered the ground in a chaotic spread.

West exhaled slowly.

“…Damn.”

Even for someone who had begun to grow accustomed to money flowing into his hands, this… this was different.

This wasn’t earned or negotiated, this was taken by force…

And for reasons unknown to him, it felt… good.

He crouched down, picking up one of the bundles and flipping it in his hand before tossing it lightly onto the growing pile beside him. The scent of ink and paper filled the air, making the moment even more enticing.

Behind him, Gor’thala stood at the kitchen counter, hunched over slightly due to her size as she prepared dinner.

She he move fluidly, carefully slicing ingredients as if she were a five star chef.

Meanwhile, Seraphyra lounged on the couch upside down with her long hair spilling toward the floor as she watched West with an amused smile.

“My, my,” she voiced with teasing delight. “Look at you, master. Rolling in money like some underground king.”

West smirked faintly.

“Not yet.”

West eyes displayed a dark glint because now he knew that Viktor’s operation wasn’t just some petty underground hustle.

It was massive with illegal drugs enhanced with ruin-derived minerals being at the forefront of it all.

West’s eyes narrowed slightly as he thought about it.

The concept alone was insane…

Ruins were dangerous and the minerals extracted from them were rare, unpredictable, and powerful. Mixing that into substances that people consumed?

It was no wonder Viktor was rolling in heaps upon heaps of cash. The demand for the illegal substance Viktor specifically sold had exploded in the market.

The “high” wasn’t just chemical.. it was… bordering on supernatural.

Some of them heightened senses, distorted perception and even added certain physical temporary boosts. Nothing that could compare to an awakener but better than the capabilities of a regular human.

But the high and addiction went far deeper than anything natural.

West leaned back slightly, resting his hands behind him as he stared at the piles.

“Of course it’s profitable…”

West wasn’t naïve anymore… This world, didn’t run on morality. It ran on power, money and control.

Did he feel like shutting down the operation? Not in the slightest.

A small smile crept onto his face. “Since they wanted to exploit me…” he muttered while tapping his fingers lightly against the dinning.

“Then they should be ready to be exploited.”

He had already made up his mind. Viktor would continue his business but now, he would submit a percentage of everything to West monthly and this situation was non-negotiable.

West didn’t need to run the operation himself, he just needed to own it… and that alone would bring in more money than most people would ever see in their lifetimes.

He stood up slowly, stretching his body.

“…Not bad.”

From one confrontation, he had gained: the full deed to the land, more money than he initially spent, advanced fortification tech and resources.

It was… efficient.

West reached for his phone and dialed Aria who picked up almost instantly.

“West?”

“Construction resumes.”

There was a brief pause before a soft exhale of relief rang out on the other end.

“…Finally.”

West smiled faintly.

“And I want to add something.”

“Yeah?”

“A fortified structure tech… the materials available should be enough to add to certain areas of the base. Its powerful enough to redirect attacks back to the sender especially when it comes from another awakened.”

Then Aria’s tone changed as a hint of excitement slipped in.

“Really…? That’ll make the base insane.”

“Exactly.”

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The next day, everything resumed like nothing had ever stopped.

The construction site which was once quiet, was now alive again.

Machines rumbled, workers moved in coordinated patterns, materials were transported, lifted and assembled…

West arrived mid-day and was satisfied to see that things were moving along.

There was no interference, or guards trying to act tough…

Instead, it seemed as though… respect, fear and recognition burned in the eyes of everyone around as they glanced at him.

Some lowered their heads slightly while others whispered… Apparently, word had spread.