All Chapters of Ultimate Charm System: Chapter 111
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112. Heat mode
Mark gritted his teeth, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of Lilith’s waist as she continued her relentless assault.The Heat Mode was no joke—it had rendered Lilith impossibly tight, searingly hot, and dangerously horny."You really... want to devour me, don't you?" Mark groaned, his voice hitching as she bit down hard on his shoulder."Every... single... inch," Lilith hissed against his skin. She pulled back, her eyes wide and glazed with a terrifying level of devotion. "I want to be so full of you that I can't even walk tomorrow. I want everyone to look at me and know that I belong to Mark."She began to roll her hips, angling herself so his cock ground against her G-spot with every punishing stroke. Before long, her speech dissolved into a garbled mess of desperate moans. Her words devolved into chants of: "Fuck me, ohh fuck me... fill me with that big meat... fuck me hard. More. Deeper. Yeah. Right there!."Moving in wet, circu
113. My angel's innocence
The roar of an engine cutting through the morning silence was the only thing loud enough to shatter their exhaustion. Lilith bolted upright, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Shit... my parents are back!" she hissed, rubbing the sleep from her grit-filled eyes. Beside her, Mark was still lost to the world, snoring peacefully on the leather couch. He was sprawled out, head propped against the armrest, looking entirely too comfortable for a man about to be caught in a lion’s den. Lilith shook him hard, her hands trembling. "Darling... wake up! They’re here!" Mark’s eyes fluttered open, but it was the muffled sound of James and Prisca Brisco chatting happily in the driveway that acted like a bucket of ice water. He sat up, instantly sober. "Shit... what do we do?" he whispered, panic coloring his voice. Lilith scrambled off the sofa, her legs wobbly. "Upstairs. Quickly!"<
114. The Great Escape
Three Hours Later... The morning sun was high, but the heavy curtains in Lilith’s room kept the world at bay. They were both still in bed, the glow of their smartphone screens illuminating their faces. Lilith, never one for subtlety, snapped a selfie. In the frame, Mark looked adorably disheveled and groggy, while she posed with her hair in a "just-woke-up" mess, the blanket pulled strategically to her collarbone—leaving just enough skin exposed to drive her followers wild with the implication of what lay beneath. Without a second thought, she hit Post. Within seconds, the notifications began to hum like a disturbed beehive—likes, hearts, and a flood of comments. Across the pillows, Mark was oblivious to his sudden viral fame. He was scrolling through the local news when a thumbnail caught his eye. "Whoa... that’s me from the match yesterday," he muttered, watching a high-def video of himself mid-air, deliver
115. Sweet-pie
Mark crossed the street, his eyes glued to the map on his phone. He came to a halt before a building bathed in the aggressive pink hum of stylish neon: The Scarlet Lounge. "Is this the place?" he muttered to the empty air. The GPS confirmed he’d arrived, but his gut told him to turn around. He took a steadying breath, trying to shake Ben’s warning from his mind. “I found old photos of the old man,” Ben had told him, dropping the prints onto the table. “Darren and Jake. The guy who claimed to be his friend.” In the photos, a much younger Darren wasn't the kindly grandfather figure Mark remembered. He was gripped by a cold intensity, a pistol in each hand, with Jake standing at his shoulder like a shadow. It was unfathomable. The Darren he knew wouldn’t hurt a fly, let alone lead a double life. Mark pushed through the heavy entrance, only to be stopped by a second set of doors. A red laser swept over him, clicking with a mech
116. The Stairs
Jake retrieved the keys, unlocked the heavy door, and stepped aside to lead Mark in.It was Darren’s old house—the one he’d shared with Alice. To the naked eye, nothing had changed, but Mark kept his mouth shut, his eyes tracking Jake’s every move. Jake strode toward the master bedroom, heading straight for a massive, floor-to-ceiling bookshelf."Where was it again?" Jake muttered, squinting at the leather-bound spines. His eyes suddenly sparked. "Oh, right... here."He pressed firmly on a thick red book. A muted click echoed through the room, followed by a low mechanical hum. The entire shelf began to pivot inward, swinging open like a heavy vault door."A secret passageway?" Mark breathed, his heart hammering against his ribs."Come on," Jake gestured, disappearing into the shadows.Behind the shelf lay a narrow stone staircase leading deep underground. As they descended, the air grew cooler and smelled of ozone. Mark’s jaw dro
117. The Miracle Pharmacy
{Mark's POV} A week passed without much fanfare. I spent most of my time at Riverton with my family, making the daily commute to the Academy—sometimes in my reliable Honda Civic, and other times taking the Codalunga out for a spirited drive. Finally, the weekend arrived, and with it, the biggest day of my life. After two weeks of intense construction, my pharmacy was complete. Evelyn Clarice and Dr. Halvord had been absolute powerhouses, managing the logistics and oversight while I was away. Today was the grand opening. I drove into Astras on Saturday morning, humming along to the radio. With the windows rolled down and a soft breeze filling the cabin, it felt like the perfect morning for a new beginning. I reached the site before eight o'clock to find my partners already waiting for me. They weren't alone; a sizeable crowd had gathered outside the doors, buzzing with anticipation. Evelyn’s s
118. Blessing or curse?
{Third Person POV} Will Malaika. Instructor Malaika’s husband? What on earth was he doing here? Mark’s mind raced, searching for an explanation before he finally forced himself to relax. 'It’s a public pharmacy,'he reminded himself. 'Word travels fast. Of course he heard about it.' "Hey there, young man," Will greeted, extending a firm hand toward Mark. "Uh... good morning, sir," Mark managed, though he couldn't help the slight startle in his voice. It was a bizarre sensation, shaking the hand of the man whose wife he had once blackmailed and slept with. The weight of the secret felt like a physical pressure in his chest. "I have to say, you’re doing a hell of a job here, kiddo," Will said, his smile warm and genuine as he maintained the handshake. "In all my years, I’ve never seen the wealthy in this country lift a finger to build something like this—a place that actually looks out for the elderly and those
119. The stranger
Finishing the final touches of her makeup in the mirror, Instructor Malaika reached for her designer leather bag. She slung it over her shoulder, her mind a storm of guilt. Wearing a blue mask over her face—like the ones people wore during the pandemic—she prepared to hide her identity. She was dressed for a professional appointment to end a three-week mistake in her belly, yet her heart ached with a warmth she wasn't ready to discard. "It's for the best," she whispered, taking a shaky breath. Just as she slipped into her heels, she heard a sound that froze her in place. A whistle was echoing through the hallway. Her brows shot up in pure bewilderment. Will? Whistling? He hadn’t done that in years—not since the crushing weight of medical debt and the stress of her fertility treatments abroad had turned him into a silent, hollow ghost of a man. For as long as she could remember, he
120. Someone l like
Another week bled by for Mark. He’d dropped by Alice’s new fashion studio a few times, but he was careful to give her space; she was finally chasing her dreams, and he didn't want to be the distraction that derailed her. Meanwhile, his pharmacy was becoming a local legend. The people he helped—those who couldn't afford the high-end clinics—showed their gratitude in the only ways they could. They brought him hot, home-cooked meals and fresh flowers. They weren't rich, but they treated his miracle pain relief capsules like holy relics. On the business side, things were steadier. Mr. Will Malaika had become a full-blown regular. Sometimes he’d come in to buy a vitality pill, but other times he just wanted to shake Mark’s hand and thank him for "resurrecting" his marriage. The days were long and exhausting, but Mark had a secret weapon for the fatigue: Lilith. At college, she pampered him relentlessly—massaging his
121.
The next morning, it wasn't any better. Right in the middle of his sleep, Mark was awakened by a heavy weight sitting on top of him. It nearly knocked the air out of his lungs.When his eyes fluttered open, he came face to face with Rita's eyes, her face only a few inches away from his."Good morning," she said, her voice low, her hot breath brushing against his lips."Ah… morning," he responded just as softly.After a few seconds, he suddenly recoiled."W-What do you mean good morning…? What the hell are you doing on top of me?! No! What are you doing in my room?!"He tried to push her off him, but she was surprisingly heavy. She didn’t budge.Instead, she leaned even closer, her voice still carrying that same low, sweet tone."I came to wake you up. You know, it’s not everyone who opens their eyes in the morning to see someone as beautiful as me. You’re blessed that I’ve decided to become your human alarm