Lust System: Conquering the World Beauties

"Two…"

Kelly, standing off to the side, finally stepped forward with a quick, decisive movement. "Okay! Stop, stop, stop!" she shouted, raising both hands slightly. Her tone was firm, not panicked, but enough to cut through the air before he could reach "one."

Stormzy's glare shifted from Ann to Kelly, his finger still resting dangerously close to the trigger. "You better have something worth saying," he said.

Kelly nodded once, steady and measured. "We'll tell you who sent us."

That got his attention. Stormzy didn't lower the gun, but he tilted his head slightly, almost amused. "Start talking."

Kelly cleared her throat, her eyes fixed on him. "We're from Zero Killarz."

The reaction was instant. Stormzy's brows shot up, his face shifting from suspicion to disbelief. "Don't fuck with me," he said, his voice low, almost a growl. "ZK is dead."

Kelly didn't flinch. She gave a small, confident nod. "Yes. I run things now."

Stormzy's eyes narrowed, studying her face as if he was trying to detect even the smallest lie. "And who the fuck are you?" he asked.

Kelly didn't posture, didn't throw in theatrics. She just said her name. Calm. Casual. "Kelly."

Something in that single word hit him differently. His expression shifted again, his face tightening as if the pieces were suddenly falling into place. Without another word, he reached into his pocket with his free hand, pulled out his phone, and unlocked it with quick swipes. His thumb moved rapidly over the screen as he typed something into Google.

The seconds dragged as everyone watched him search. Then his phone screen lit up with images — headlines, photos, videos — and his eyes went wide. The woman on the screen was a perfect match for the one standing in front of him.

He looked up at her slowly, his demeanor changing. "Oh," he muttered.

Stormzy finally retracted the gun from Ann's head. Ann exhaled sharply, shoulders loosening slightly, but her eyes stayed locked on him.

"Why didn't you talk sooner?" Stormzy asked, looking at Ann now as if she had wasted his time.

Ann blinked, completely confused. "Talk sooner? What are you—"

She stopped herself, realizing she had no idea what she was talking about.

Vanessa and Lilith exchanged quick glances. They had never even heard of the Zero Killarz before, but they caught on fast. Kelly was making a play here, and the smart move was to follow her lead without asking too many questions.

Stormzy crouched down slightly, reaching for Ann's bindings. He untied the rope from her wrists, the coarse fibers leaving red marks on her skin, then pulled the gag from her mouth.

Ann coughed once, the taste of the cloth bitter in her mouth. "Did you even give me the space to talk?" she snapped, her voice hoarse.

Stormzy paused, his head tilting slightly as he replayed the last few minutes in his mind. Truth was, she was right. From the second she had arrived, he had shoved a gun to her head and barked questions at her without giving her a moment to actually answer.

Kelly didn't waste time on that exchange. She stepped forward, taking control of the conversation before it could drift anywhere she didn't want it to go. Her tone was sharp and businesslike. "You know why we're here, Stormzy."

His eyes narrowed slightly. "The serum?"

Kelly gave a single nod. "Yes."

Stormzy chuckled low, shaking his head. "If you needed the serum, you didn't need all this stress. You could've just called. I'd have sent someone over to drop it off."

Kelly's gaze hardened. "I'm not here to buy."

That made him straighten up slightly, interest flashing in his eyes. "Oh?"

"I'm here because since ZK died, a lot of our clients have broken their contracts. We need a new source."

Stormzy stared at her for a moment, his face unreadable. Then his voice dropped a note lower, the edge in it returning. "So you wanna meet the supplier of my serum… and steal my business?"

His tone carried a mix of hostility and warning. The wrong answer here could push him down the cliff, he was already on edge.

Kelly didn't flinch. She quickly shook her head. "No. I'm not here to take anything from you. I swear we will not interfere with your business. We won't sell to your clients, and we won't sell in your territory."

The room was silent for a few moments. Stormzy's eyes stayed locked on hers, searching for cracks in her composure.

Vanessa could feel her own heartbeat slowing just a little, but she stayed alert. Lilith, arms crossed, was watching both of them like a hawk, ready to step in if things turned.

Stormzy eyed Kelly with a suspicious calm before finally speaking. "Fine," he said, his tone firm but not as hostile as before. "I'll take you to see my supplier. But you remember what you said—no selling on my territory. Not to my clients, not even a whiff of competition."

Kelly nodded without hesitation. "Agreed."

He grunted, still not fully trusting her but apparently satisfied enough to move forward. "We go tomorrow morning. Be here by seven sharp. I'm collecting new packages, and I'll take you along."

"Thank you," Kelly replied smoothly, though her voice carried that calculated calm that told everyone in the room she wasn't the type to thank someone unless it served a purpose.

Stormzy shook his head slowly, the corner of his mouth twitching in something between irritation and amusement. "Don't thank me. I'm only doing this because I owed ZK a debt. I guess this evens it out."

The girls exchanged glances but didn't comment. If this was how he justified his cooperation, there was no point challenging it. They all gave short nods before turning to leave.

They stepped out of Stormzy's room, the door clicking shut behind them. The hallway felt quieter, though the heavy bass of the party still thumped faintly in the distance. They walked past the same one-armed guard from earlier, still slumped against the cold floor. His head lolled to the side, mouth open, completely unconscious. None of them even spared him more than a passing glance. They just kept walking, boots tapping against the floor until the muffled beat grew louder.

The exit to the main floor was ahead. The moment they pushed through, the heat and noise of the party hit them again. Music pounded through massive speakers, bodies moved in chaotic rhythm under strobe lights, and the air was thick with smoke, sweat, and perfume.

They had to weave through the crowd again. Dozens of eyes followed them as they passed, some curious, others shamelessly lingering. Ann muttered under her breath, "Creep," when she caught a man openly staring at her chest while pretending to sip his drink. She didn't even break stride.

It took them a good minute to cross to the other side of the room and reach the door they'd entered from earlier. The moment they stepped outside, the cooler night air hit their skin, and two of the exterior guards straightened up from their lazy postures.

The guards' eyes followed every curve as the women passed, and Ann's jaw tightened. She exhaled sharply, muttering "Creep" again, this time even quieter.

They walked straight to the spot where they'd dumped their original clothes. Ann immediately started changing, pulling her normal clothes back. Vanessa followed suit, then Lilith, and finally Kelly. Once they were all dressed and back in their usual gear, they looked more like themselves—less like party guests, more like the people who had walked in earlier with a plan.

"Let's get the kid," Lilith said simply, already turning toward the far side of the yard.

They walked back to where she had left the boy tied to an old oil barrel. The scene was exactly as she remembered it, except for one thing—the boy wasn't struggling anymore. In fact, he wasn't even awake.

Lilith stopped a few feet away, frowning. "He's asleep…"

Ann raised a brow. "Seriously? You tie someone up, and they take a nap?"

Lilith didn't respond. She stepped closer, studying him. The ropes were still tight around his wrists and ankles, but his breathing was steady, his head resting on his shoulder like he'd just given up trying. She crouched down, brushing some dust off his shirt with the back of her hand.

For the first time that night, she actually felt bad for him. "He really wasn't lying," she said quietly. "He wasn't trying to sell us out. He's just a kid in a bad spot."

Vanessa crossed her arms but didn't argue.

Lilith reached forward and started untying the ropes. The moment she loosened the first knot, the boy's eyes flickered open. Confusion shifted to instant recognition, and his body stiffened.

"You…" His voice cracked, but the fear was sharp in it. "You're one of them. The bad ones. The ones who sell kids."

Lilith's hands froze for a fraction of a second. She met his eyes, her expression unreadable. "Is that what you think?" she asked quietly.

"I know it," the boy said, voice trembling but defiant. "Leave me alone."

She sighed through her nose, then went back to untying the last rope. The moment it came free, he pushed himself off the barrel, ready to bolt.

But she caught him by the shirt before he could take a full step. "Relax," she said, voice low but firm. "I'm not going to hurt you."

His eyes darted between her hand and her face, like he was trying to decide if she was lying.

Then she let go, stepping back. He stumbled but didn't run yet, as if waiting for the trick to reveal itself.

Lilith's tone softened slightly—not much, but enough to sound almost human. "If you want your sister to eat tonight, you'd better stop running."

The words hit him harder than she expected. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. His eyes flickered, suspicion still there but now tangled with hesitation.

"Think about it," she added, standing up straight. "Running might keep you alive for another day, but it won't feed her. I'm offering you something better."

The boy swallowed hard, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.