Chapter 123: Rebate System Upgrade! [FIXED!][18/08!]
The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the Azure Heights suite, painting golden streaks across the wreckage of the king bed. Liam’s body felt like it had been through a war—bite marks on his chest, bruises blooming on his hips, and his cock so spent it barely twitched when he shifted. Mrs. Harriet had fucked him until his balls ached and his thighs trembled. She rode him like a woman possessed, slapping him, choking him, grinding down until he came inside her again and again. Each time he thought he was finished she squeezed those tight walls around him and demanded more, her voice low and commanding.
“Don’t you dare go soft on me.” He obeyed until his body simply gave out, cum leaking from her stretched pussy onto the ruined sheets while she kept moving, using his softening cock until he passed out beneath her.
And in all this, his rebate system finally did what he had been waiting for.
[Ding!]
[Transaction Recorded]
[Target: Mrs. Harriet (High-Tier MILF)]
[Investment: $0]
[Base Value: $16,500 (Mind-blowing sex + maximum emotional connection on High-Tier)]
[+300% Beginner Bonus Applied] [Rebate Received: $66,000]
[Bonus Reward: Permanent +12% All Future Rebates (from maxed emotional bond with High-Tier target)]
[Congratulations! System Upgrade Requirement Met!]
[Upgrading…]
[Upgrade Complete!]
A cleaner, brighter dark-blue interface unfolded in his vision.
[Core Update:]
[Previous rebate functions remain fully active.]
[New feature unlocked: Lottery Tickets.]
[Lottery Ticket Rules:]
[High-quality investments with Mid-Tier or High-Tier MILFs that reach strong physical and emotional satisfaction now generate Lottery Tickets.]
[Strong connection + solid performance → 1 Ticket]
[Maximum emotional intimacy + mind-blowing physical satisfaction → 2–3 Tickets]
[Tickets may be redeemed at any time for a random draw.]
[Possible Draws:]
[Common:]
[Extra cash ($5,000 – $25,000)]
[Minor physical upgrades]
[Temporary charisma boosts]
[Uncommon:]
[Large cash drops ($50,000 – $150,000)]
[Skill unlocks]
[Temporary rebate multipliers]
[Rare:]
[Luxury assets]
[Permanent percentage increases to all future rebates]
[Business or social opportunities]
[Epic:]
[High-value new target leads]
[Major physical enhancements]
[Property or long-term assets]
[Legendary:]
[Massive capital injections]
[System-level permanent upgrades]
[Ultimate Bond Tokens]
[Lottery Tickets Acquired: 2]
This was what Liam saw right before blacking out.
–
Now sunlight warmed his face and the room smelled of sex and sweat. Liam blinked awake, expecting an empty bed and a note on the nightstand. Instead he heard her voice—low, warm, almost affectionate—coming from the sitting area near the window.
“Yes, Richard, the meeting went well. The settlement is practically signed.”
Liam froze. Richard. She was talking to Richard like nothing had happened, like she hadn’t spent the night using Liam as her personal fucktoy while her husband listened. He sat up slowly, every muscle protesting, and peered around the corner of the bed.
Mrs. Harriet stood by the window in a crisp white blouse tucked into a fitted black pencil skirt that hugged her narrow waist and flared just enough to accentuate the curve of her ass. She had bought some clothes to wear, not wearing the same one she wore the night before.
She had paired it with sheer black stockings and glossy black heels that made her legs look endless. Her hair was pinned up in a sleek chignon, makeup flawless, lips painted a deep wine red. She looked every inch the powerful lawyer again—except for the faint purple marks on her throat that her collar couldn’t quite hide.
She caught Liam staring and smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her mouth that sent a fresh pulse of heat through his exhausted body. She didn’t hang up.
“Of course, darling,” she said into the phone, her tone perfectly polite. “I’ll be home by noon. We can discuss the details then.”
Liam’s mouth went dry. He mouthed the words silently: “What the fuck?”
Mrs. Harriet’s smile widened. She shifted her weight, crossing one stockinged leg over the other, the movement deliberate and teasing.
Her free hand smoothed down the front of her skirt, drawing attention to the way the fabric clung to her hips—the same hips that had slammed down on him until he begged.
“Yes, Richard, I slept very well,” she continued, her eyes locked on Liam. “The suite was… accommodating.”
Liam’s cock gave a weak twitch despite everything. He couldn’t look away from her—fully dressed, perfectly composed, talking to her husband while the evidence of their night together marked his skin. She looked powerful. Untouchable. And somehow that made the whole situation even hotter.
She ended the call with a soft goodbye and set the phone on the table. For a moment the room was silent except for the distant hum of Seattle traffic far below.
“You’re awake,” she said, her voice dropping into that husky register from last night. “Good. I was beginning to think I’d broken you.”
Liam swallowed. “You… you’re talking to him like nothing happened.”
Mrs. Harriet stepped closer, heels clicking on the hardwood. She stopped at the foot of the bed, looking down at him with that same predatory gleam. “Nothing did happen, Liam. At least not anything Richard needs to worry about.”
“He heard everything,” Liam said, voice hoarse. “Last night. You left the call open.”
“I did.” She reached out and traced one manicured nail along his bruised collarbone. “And he stayed on the line the entire time. Curious, isn’t it?”
Liam’s mind raced. The pieces clicked into place—the way Richard never touched her, the emotional distance, the way Mrs. Harriet had seemed almost relieved when Liam made that impulsive comment during the call.
“He’s a cuck,” Liam said, the word tasting strange on his tongue. “That’s why he stayed on. He wanted to hear.”
Mrs. Harriet’s laugh was soft and dark. “Richard enjoys knowing his wife is desired. It keeps things… interesting between us. But don’t misunderstand.” She leaned down, her blouse gaping just enough to show the lace edge of her bra and the faint bite mark above her breast.
“Last night wasn’t for him. It was for me. And for you.”
Liam’s breath caught. “So what happens now?”
She straightened, smoothing her skirt again. “Now you get dressed, sign the settlement papers I left on the desk, and we both go back to our lives. But if you ever want a repeat performance…” She let the sentence hang, her eyes flicking down to his lap where his cock was already trying to stir despite the exhaustion. “You will have to earn it, I will watch your growth and see if you’re worth more than you’re right now.”
She turned toward the door, heels clicking with each step. At the threshold she paused and looked back over her shoulder.
“And Liam? Next time I won’t be so gentle. If there is a next time.”
The door closed behind her with a soft click, leaving Liam alone with the scent of her perfume, the ache in his body, and the knowledge that nothing about last night had been an accident. Mrs. Harriet had planned every moment, and Richard had been part of the audience the entire time.
Liam lay back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling. His balls felt hollow, his cock sore, and yet the thought of her walking out that door in her perfect lawyer outfit—stockings, heels, and all—made him want to chase after her and beg for round two.
He didn’t. Instead he reached for the settlement papers on the nightstand, signed them with a shaky hand, and wondered how the hell he was supposed to focus on anything else after a night like that.
The phone on the table buzzed once. A text but it was a story update by Vanessa.
Liam had no idea when he was added to her close friends either, but this wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to him.
Liam opened his Instagram and saw she actually had done something last night.
However, it felt performative as he noticed she had gone to a party with a few people but they weren’t just girls.
Liam scrolled through it quickly without much thought, he didn’t care in all honesty and was more interested in the location.
And finally, it was in one of her posts, Liam found the post funny as well, liking it in the process.
However, Liam didn’t give this any thought, and proceeded to see Vanessa had sent him a message almost immediately like she was holding her phone, waiting for him.
[Vanessa: Look who finally decided to come online…]
[Liam: Hey, what can I say, last night took a lot out of me… It looks like you had a lot of fun.]
Liam responded and once again, it was hard for her to discern his tone by the way he typed because Liam rarely used emojis which meant there was nothing she could read outside of his immediate responses.
Liam left the conversation and ordered some food, he needed to fill his stomach, room service came in clutch.
It took less than five minutes, Liam ordered some basic food and thankfully, this was enough for him.
Liam dived into the meal before him like a rabid dog, he was hungry as hell and couldn’t believe the appetite he had to finish everything that was on the plate.
Liam chuckled and time went by, but he was in no hurry to be or go anywhere.
He began to wonder if Richard had no problems with this type of arrangement, there was no reason for Arthur to be as obsessive as he was.
Liam though best not to think about it, he went to the shower to freshen up and finally got ready to leave.
However, he checked his reservation and noticed the hotel had given him an extra day for free as part of some promotion for reserving the higher level suite.
Liam had no idea until the last minute which meant he had no reason to leave this place, at least not today.
“You know what…” Liam thought to himself as he took off all his clothes and lid back down on the bed.
“… Lazy day it is…”
Before he could proceed to doom scroll, he got a message from Darren and Liam just shared his location without responding.
Darren would either freak out, or wonder why he was doing so but knowing Darren, it was going to be former.
Liam put his phone down and gave the reception a heads up about a potential guest going by the name of Darren, and they should