Lust System: Conquering the World Beauties

The jet touched down at Pulkovo Airport in St. Petersburg with a gentle thud, the sound of the tires hitting the tarmac echoing through the cabin like a quiet announcement: they had arrived.

Liam leaned forward slightly in his seat, his blue eyes focused out the window. Russia looked cold, gray, and distant—but there was something beautiful about the vast expanse of snow stretching beyond the runway, the city’s skyline hidden behind a curtain of fog. His breath fogged up the window for a second as he sat still, collecting himself.

Lana was already up, brushing invisible dust from her black leather coat, adjusting her tight jeans and tucking her phone into the strap of her small designer handbag. Her boots clicked confidently on the floor of the jet as she made her way toward the steps. Liam finally stood, grabbing both their suitcases with ease as he followed her down.

At the bottom of the stairs, a sleek black Mercedes-Maybach was waiting. Tinted windows. No license plate visible. A quiet driver in a trench coat stepped out and opened the rear door without saying a word.

"Ella doesn’t miss," Lana commented as she slid in, her voice impressed.

Liam chuckled and got in after her. "I told her to keep it low-key."

"This is low-key," Lana smirked.

The drive through St. Petersburg was smooth and quiet. Snow dusted the sides of the roads, the lights of the city casting a soft golden hue on the wet streets. Liam watched the scenery pass in silence.

Fifteen minutes later, the car rolled to a slow stop in front of the hotel.

And Liam’s mouth dropped slightly.

It wasn’t a hotel—it looked like a palace.

Tall marble columns. A giant golden revolving door. Massive crystal chandeliers visible even from outside. The name glittered in gold above the entrance. Liam and Lana stepped out of the car slowly, suitcases in hand, as the driver nodded once and got back in. The car sped off, leaving the two of them standing under the warm lights of the hotel entrance.

They were on their own now.

Inside, the lobby was something out of a royal fantasy. The floor was polished marble so clean you could see your reflection in it. Gold trim ran across every edge, and a massive chandelier hung above, dripping with crystals. Classical music played softly in the background as well-dressed staff moved about gracefully. A woman behind the reception desk looked up and smiled warmly.

Lana stepped forward confidently. She was in her element.

«Здравствуйте. У нас забронирован номер на имя Картер.» she said, her Russian smooth and fluid.

The receptionist smiled brightly. «Добро пожаловать в Белведер Империал, мисс. Ваша комната готова. Вот ключ-карта.»

She handed Lana a sleek black room card.

Liam blinked, still standing beside her, completely frozen.

He handed over his card as payment, not saying a word, his eyes locked on Lana the entire time. The receptionist charged the room without issue, thanked him in Russian, and he nodded like he understood—but he didn’t understand a damn thing.

As Lana turned around with the card in hand, she caught his look.

"What?" she grinned.

"You speak Russian?"

"I’ve been learning it online since I was like ten," she said, flipping her hair casually. "About time I got to use it on actual Russians."

Liam shook his head, still staring at her in disbelief. "Since when do you just casually drop a whole damn conversation like that?"

Lana shrugged, walking toward the elevators. "There’s a lot about me you don’t know."

Liam followed behind, smirking faintly. Damn... she really was full of surprises. And the language? It sounded majestic, royal even—like it came from another time. He didn’t know what the hell she said, but it sounded sexy as hell.

When they got into the elevator, Lana pressed the button for the top floor. The ride up was smooth, music playing softly in the background as the elevator ascended. Neither of them spoke, both staring ahead as the floor numbers ticked upward.

Ding.

The doors opened, revealing a plush hallway with golden lighting, thick red carpet, and elaborate wall art that screamed luxury. Liam wheeled their suitcases as Lana led the way down the hall, her heels softly clicking.

Finally, they reached the room.

Lana slid the card into the reader. Click.

The door swung open.

Both of them froze.

The room wasn’t a hotel suite—it was a goddamn royal room.

Seriously?! Why is everything here majestic.

The walls were white with golden patterns etched like vines and flowers. The floor was marble, warm underfoot with embedded underfloor heating. A massive chandelier hung directly over the king-sized bed, which was layered in silky white sheets and gold-stitched pillows. Velvet curtains, heavy and luxurious, hung from the tall windows, which revealed a breathtaking view of the snowy city.

There was a small sitting area with a golden-trimmed coffee table, a private bar, a fireplace, and a flat-screen TV as big as a wall.

"Holy shit..." Liam muttered.

Lana grinned and immediately dropped her bag, heading for the bathroom.

She swung the door open and gasped.

"Liam, you need to see this!"

He followed her, stepping into the bathroom, and yeah—she wasn’t exaggerating.

The bathroom was massive. There was a glass shower the size of a small room, marble walls, golden fixtures, and in the corner, a luxurious round bathtub that looked like something a billionaire would soak in after ordering a hit on someone.

"This tub alone costs more than my apartment back in L.A.," Lana said in awe, spinning around.

Liam laughed, stepping back into the main corridor of the suite. He noticed another door at the far end and walked toward it.

When he opened it, his jaw dropped again.

A private indoor pool.

Long, clean, lit from beneath. A few poolside chairs and towels. Everything sparkling. He stepped forward slowly, the steam rising from the warm water hitting his face.

Now it made sense.

No wonder this place cost so damn much.

They had accidentally—or maybe not so accidentally—picked the most expensive suite in the hotel.

Liam looked around, then up toward the ceiling, exhaling slowly.

"Guess this trip’s off to a hell of a start..."