Conquering Ladies With My 10x Rebate System
Chapter 63: Elevator experience (R18)
CHAPTER 63: ELEVATOR EXPERIENCE (R18)
Caleb turned—and locked eyes with the girl standing beside him.
{Ding!}
{Cardholder Detected!}
{Helene Gracia}
~ Hehe, good luck, Host. (•‿•) ~
’Huh?!’ Caleb blinked, taking a sharp step back in surprise.
Helene Gracia.
Sophia’s younger sister from his previous world.
And from the looks of it, nothing had changed here either.
’First Sophia... now Helene? Both sisters are cardholders?!’ Caleb’s jaw clenched. ’Seriously?! I have to sleep with both of them now?’
He sighed internally. ’I knew I shouldn’t have accepted this cursed system.’
Helene looked at him, puzzled by his reaction. Her wide blue eyes blinked slowly, confusion evident in her gaze.
Unlike Sophia, Helene was the picture of natural beauty—untainted by makeup or artificial touch-ups. Her skin was flawless, her bowl-cut pink-dyed hair fell like a soft cap over her head, and her white off-shoulder dress, though simple, accentuated her fair skin.
It didn’t scream luxury—but it did struggle a little to contain the generous curves of her chest.
As she leaned forward, trying to study Caleb’s face more closely, he unintentionally caught an even closer view.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" she asked, pouting slightly like a child offended by being forgotten.
Caleb quickly gathered himself, putting on a polite smile and extending a hand.
"No, but I should know you," he replied smoothly. "I’m Caleb Monrrow. You must be Helene Gracia?"
She took his hand with a gentle nod.
Helene really was different from her sister—then and now. Even now, she had that same innocent warmth about her.
In his past life, she’d always been the simple, soft-hearted one. She adored her sister so much, she’d do anything for her. Never asked much for herself. Always giving. Always loyal.
Just like Julia.
And Sophia? She used that loyalty like a leash—manipulating her sister’s kindness to suit her own needs.
Caleb glanced at Helene’s innocent smile, that same pure-hearted glow still alive in her.
"Oh! So you’re Julia’s brother?" Helene asked, her eyes lighting up.
"Yes, I am," Caleb replied warmly.
"It’s such an honor to—"
Her words cut off abruptly.
Her face tensed, her body swaying.
"Hey—what’s wrong?" Caleb said, stepping forward quickly as Helene staggered.
He caught her before she could fall, one arm around her waist.
Her gaze was hazy, her breath shallow.
But then—she looked up.
And froze.
Her eyes locked on his face—his sculpted features, the sharp jawline, the slight sheen of sweat on his temple. Her focus narrowed like she was seeing him for the first time.
’What’s this feeling?’ Helene thought, her heart racing, her breath catching.
Caleb’s scent hit her like a wave—cinnamon, cedarwood, something deep and magnetic. Her knees weakened, her pulse rising.
"Hey, look at me," Caleb said urgently, still holding her upright. "Are you okay? What’s wrong?"
Helene’s eyes trailed down his face—slowly, lingering.
From his glistening jaw... to his lips.
She didn’t respond.
Instead, she leaned in.
Before Caleb could process it, her lips were on his.
Soft. Warm. And then—
She kissed him hungrily.
Her tongue darted into his mouth with unexpected aggression, exploring, taking, demanding.
Caleb froze, wide-eyed.
Then, snapping back to his senses, he gently pushed her away, gasping.
"What the—?!" he started, stepping back.
Helene didn’t stop.
She reached for him again, eyes dark with desire—not thirst, not breathlessness, but something deeper.
Need.
Craving.
’Oh hell no—this is the passive skill!’ Caleb realized with a jolt. ’The damn charm effect!’
He glanced around wildly.
They were alone.
In a confined space.
And of all places—it just had to be an elevator. Inside a house full of mourners. At his sister’s funeral.
’Fuck. I’m screwed.’
{Ding!}
{Host has hit Level X2 Excitement!}
{Conquer the cardholder to earn 10X her wealth.}
{Penalty if failed: 70% deduction from net worth, 80% loss on current investments.}
Good luck, Host! (•‿•)
Caleb blinked as the notification flickered across his vision.
’Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me...’
’This system’s really trying to screw with me. Literally.’
It wasn’t even subtle about it anymore.
’You want me to do it here? Now? In a damn elevator? At a funeral?’ Caleb swore internally, rubbing a hand down his face.
He was boxed into a corner—and not the kind he wanted to be in.
Where would he even start? How could he possibly explain this if someone walked in?
’What would everyone think if I got caught here? Goddammit, screw this system!’
But while he wrestled with the chaos in his head, Helene’s condition was only worsening.
Her skin flushed, her breathing shallow, her thoughts muddled by heat and desire.
’It’s too hot... too much...’ she thought, trembling slightly as she fumbled with her dress.
She pulled the sleeves off her shoulders, revealing flawless, fair skin as her off-shoulder gown slipped lower.
The soft fabric gave way—unable to contain the generous swell of her chest—letting her ample curves descend freely, straining against the limits of modesty.
Her eyes were unfocused now, locked on Caleb with a look of desperate yearning.
Caleb stood frozen, watching as Helene clumsily slid the gown off her shoulders. His instincts screamed at him to move—to stop her before things spiraled further.
’Damn it... If I get any closer, the effect’s only going to get worse!’ he thought, gritting his teeth.
But he couldn’t just stand there and watch her unravel like this. Not when it was the system’s doing. Not when she had no control.
"P-please..." Helene whimpered, her trembling voice barely audible. Her wide, beady blue eyes locked onto him, shimmering with desperation. "Make it stop... the heat..."
She was already on the ground, legs parted, body shaking, overwhelmed by a desire she didn’t understand. Her breath came in short gasps, and she pressed her thighs together, trying to contain the growing ache inside.
Caleb swallowed hard, tension climbing in his chest.
’I can’t just leave her like this. I have to take responsibility...’ he thought, steeling himself.
Every step he took closer made the heat rise—not just around Helene, but in his own body too. His pulse quickened, his body reacting in spite of himself. The air was charged, thick with raw tension, and the shift in his trousers told him the system’s effects were pulling at him too.
Still, he resisted.
’No. I’m not losing myself here. Not in this place.’
The elevator, of all places, was the last place something like this should happen. His sister’s funeral was happening just outside. And yet, here he was—trapped between morality, responsibility, and the cruel games of the system.
’There’s only one thing I can do.’
He knelt down slowly, enough to meet her eye to eye. Her lips trembled. Her gaze—half-lost, half-burning—locked onto his like he was her last thread of sanity.
"Helene," Caleb said softly, his voice calm and deliberate. "Listen to me."
She blinked slowly, her breath hitching.
"There’s only one way to stop this heat... I’ll help you," he said, placing a hand gently on her shoulder, grounding her, "but we can’t talk to anyone about this—ever. Do you understand?"
He could already tell she wasn’t fully present. Her mind was clouded, overtaken by the system’s passive skill. But she nodded, just barely.
Her trust—naive, innocent—hit him harder than anything else.
"Please, please," she pleaded, her legs trembling with intensity.
Caleb let out a long sigh, closing his eyes to regain his composure.
’Damn, I’m hard... but we’ll save that for another time. Today, we’re going with the fist,’ he thought, his eyes gleaming with intent as he slowly spread her legs apart.
Helene watched him but didn’t stop him—she couldn’t.
For some reason, her body was responding positively, even eagerly, to his touch.
She let him continue.
Caleb gently parted her legs and slid his hand beneath her gown with practiced precision—slow, smooth, and deliberate.
As his fingers glided up her thigh, Helene’s body shuddered, quaking uncontrollably.
Still, she didn’t stop him. His touch continued upward, closing in on her gate.
Helene flinched, biting her lower lip as she felt his hand move toward that sensitive spot.
"Ahhh... ahhrg..."
A low moan slipped from her lips.
’That’s not enough,’ Caleb thought as he rubbed the surface gently.
She was already soaking wet—leaking like a broken dam.
"Ahhhh... nghhh..." Helene struggled to hold back her shameful moans, but the sensation was overwhelming.
It was too good.
Divine, even.
She didn’t know exactly what he was doing, but she wanted more.
"Please... more," she begged, holding Caleb’s hand tightly in hers.
Their eyes met, and Caleb didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh.
’This is going to be a long experience,’ he thought.
----
Meanwhile, on the top floor of the building, Naya and Sophia sat in silence.
They had already spent several minutes waiting for Helene and Caleb to arrive, but there was still no sign of either of them.
"Caleb isn’t here yet, but my sister should be... Could you wait a bit while I go check on them?" Sophia asked.
Naya glanced at her. Caleb had left the two of them together for quite some time, and for some reason, she never felt at ease around Sophia.
Since their arrival, neither of them had made an effort to start a conversation—until now.
Naya didn’t want to be left alone. She didn’t trust Sophia.
"Why don’t I join you? Maybe we’ll meet them on the way," Naya said as she stood from the sofa.
Sophia looked at her with a smile. "Alright then."
The two of them headed toward the elevator, but just then—a soft ding sounded.
"Oh, seems like they’ve arrived!" Sophia said brightly, her tone laced with glee as the elevator chime rang through the hallway.
But after a long moment, the doors remained closed.
"Hm, that’s strange... Did something go wrong with the elevator? Maybe I should try opening it from out here," Sophia said, reaching toward the button panel.
Inside the elevator, Caleb also heard the ding.