Chapter 150: Chapter 150 Transformation

Liam held her tighter, his arms wrapped protectively around her as their bodies moved in slow, perfect rhythm. Every thrust was deep, measured, and deliberate—each one sending soft, breathy moans spilling from Lilith’s parted lips.

“Mmmhh~… ahhh… Liam…” she whimpered, her voice trembling as her fingers curled into the sheets beneath her.

She felt everything—every inch of him inside her, every brush of his lips on her skin, every small flex of his muscles as he moved above her.

Liam’s forehead rested against hers now, their breath mixing, their gazes locked—her golden eyes wide and dazed, shining with heat and emotion.

“You’re so beautiful like this…” he murmured, his voice low, thick with want but laced with awe.

Her response was a moan—a helpless, needful sound—and then her legs tightened around his waist again, pulling him in even deeper.

The room was warm with their heat, the scent of sweat and arousal hanging thick in the air. Liam felt drunk on her—on the sound of her moans, the way her body clung to his, the way her back arched with each thrust like her body was made just for him.

“Hahh~… aahh… mmnhh…!” Lilith bit her lip, her hands sliding up his back, nails digging lightly into his skin with every wave of pleasure.

He slowed down even more, just to watch her—her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, the way her eyes fluttered when he hit just the right spot. And he knew exactly where it was.

Every time his hips rolled forward, she gasped louder, her body jerking just slightly beneath him.

“L-Liam… it’s—ahhh~… it’s too good…” she breathed, unable to hold it in.

Brushing a strand of her hair back he kissed her again.

Softly at first… then deeper, hungrier.

And just like that, he pulled out of her—slowly, watching her eyes widen in confusion—before he turned her over carefully onto her side.

Lilith’s breath caught.

He wrapped an arm beneath her leg, lifting it slightly as he positioned himself behind her. Their bodies aligned perfectly, and without warning, he slid back inside her.

“A-Ahhhn~! L-Liam!” she cried out, her voice sharp with shock and pleasure.

His hand rested on her waist as he moved again, slow and deep.

From this angle, every thrust made her feel fuller—completely stretched and claimed, in the most sinful, perfect way.

Her eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open as the pleasure built again and again.

“F-Fuck… you’re so tight, Lilith…” Liam growled into her ear, his voice ragged now. “You feel… unreal…”

She moaned loudly in response, her hand reaching back to grab at his thigh, her body trembling with need.

“Please… please don’t stop… Liam… nnnhhh~!”

He didn’t. He couldn’t. Not when she sounded like that. Not when her pussy gripped him so perfectly, so warmly it almost drove him mad.

Liam leaned down, kissing the back of her shoulder, her neck, whispering her name between each kiss like a prayer.

Her scent—sweet, warm, slightly spicy—was all around him.

And beneath that seductive exterior, the Lilith no one else ever saw was laid bare just for him.

Soft, vulnerable… his.

And he’d treat her like she deserved.

His rhythm stayed slow, sensual. No rushing. No roughness. Just intense, slow pleasure shared between two people who had crossed a line they could never uncross.

Lilith cried out again, her body tensing, trembling under his every thrust, but he still didn’t let himself go.

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Liam stepped out of the cab and inhaled deeply, the cool afternoon air brushing against his face. He felt… different. Lighter. Like a weight had been lifted off his chest.

And now, standing in front of his apartment, Liam ran a hand through his messy hair, a small, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He felt renewed. At peace. Refreshed in the kind of way only a night with a goddess like Lilith could give.

He made his way inside, locking the door behind him and stretching as he looked around. If he remembered correctly, Lana had said she might be dropping by today. And while part of him still reeled from everything that happened with Lilith, he knew Lana’s visit was a different kind of energy. And he wasn’t about to welcome her in smelling like sex and sweat.

Time to clean up.

The next few hours passed with Liam freshening himself up, his body still humming with energy. A long shower, clean clothes, fresh scent—he was ready. Well, almost.

Just as he was making a final check in the mirror, a knock echoed through the apartment.

Lana.

A smile bloomed on Liam’s face. He practically strode to the door, anticipation warming his chest.

But when he swung the door open—

The smile vanished.

“What the hell?”

Standing in front of him, grinning like an idiot, was Dickson. Decked out in an outfit that practically screamed “I just blew a fat stack at the most overpriced mall in the city.” A designer shirt, some ridiculous sunglasses perched on his forehead, shoes that looked straight out of a rap video.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Liam deadpanned.

Dickson spread his arms like a model on a runway. “You like it?”

Liam folded his arms. “Did you use the $10k I gave you for trading, or for a fashion show?”

Dickson didn’t answer. Instead, he waltzed past Liam like he owned the place, pushing Liam gently aside with one arm as he stepped in and casually removed his sunglasses, tucking them into his pocket.

“I did trade,” Dickson said smugly, strolling into the living room like he paid rent. “Your tutorial? Freaking legendary, man. I made absolute bank.”

Liam raised a brow, shutting the door behind him. “How much is ’absolute bank’?”

Dickson turned slowly, a smug smirk spreading across his face. “Two hundred thousand.”

Liam blinked. “Dollars?”

“Yup.”

“Overnight?”

Dickson’s smile grew wider. “Yuuup.”

Liam stared at him like he’d grown a second head. This idiot? Two hundred thousand? Overnight?

He stepped forward and extended a hand, palm open. “Give me back my $10k.”

Dickson coughed dramatically and slapped Liam’s hand away. “Bro, last time I saw your account, you had like three hundred grand just sitting in there. You probably have more by now. And you’re asking me for $10k? That’s just petty.”

Liam narrowed his eyes. “Didn’t you just say you made two hundred thousand overnight? And now you’re refusing to return the 10k that helped you get there?”

Dickson waved a dismissive hand. “It’s not about refusing. It’s about principle. I could give it back. But would it build our friendship? No. It would damage trust.”

Liam blinked again. “You really are something else, man. The level of shamelessness… I’m almost impressed.”

Dickson flopped onto the couch like he owned it, crossing his legs and folding his arms. “I came here for something more important anyway.”

Liam eyed him cautiously. “Here we go.”

Dickson leaned forward, eyes suddenly serious. “Where did you get that trading pattern?”

Liam’s brows furrowed slightly. “What?”

“That strategy you taught me,” Dickson continued, voice low now. “I’ve scoured the internet—forums, paid platforms, Discord groups, private discords—everything. No one’s teaching this. Hell, most of them I don’t even understand why it works. But it does. And it’s insanely accurate.”

Liam kept his expression neutral, though he could feel the gears turning in his head. Dickson was a lot of things—lazy, goofy, reckless—but he wasn’t dumb. If he kept digging too much, things could get complicated.

So Liam did what he did best.

He lied through his teeth.

“I bought it.”

Dickson frowned. “What?”

“On a dark web site,” Liam said smoothly. “Exclusive. Heavily encrypted. I paid in crypto. It wasn’t cheap.”

Dickson leaned back slowly, eyes narrowed. “How much?”

“Fifty grand,” Liam said flatly. “And they warned me—never share it, or it gets traced. Your account could get blacklisted instantly. So you didn’t hear it from me. Got it?”

The room fell silent.

Dickson’s eyes narrowed, then he nodded slowly. “Damn. That explains a lot.”

Liam crossed his arms, letting the tension simmer just a bit longer. “You can trade with it, make your money, enjoy the ride. But don’t breathe a word about where you got it. Don’t even joke about it.”

Dickson looked dead serious now. “Got it. I won’t say a thing. I mean… if it really came from the dark web… damn.”

Liam nodded once, then moved to the kitchen. “Want a drink?”

“Nah,” Dickson said, rising from the couch and heading toward the door. “I just wanted to thank you. And… yeah. You’re a genius, man.”

Liam watched as Dickson strolled out of his house like a man who owned the world. The confidence in his steps, the smug grin on his face—it was all so absurd that Liam couldn’t help but keep watching.

Then his eyes drifted to the street—and what he saw next made him blink.

Parked just outside his house was a gleaming, midnight blue BMW 4 Series Coupe, easily worth around fifty grand. The thing looked brand new, polished to perfection, sunlight bouncing off its curves like it belonged in a showroom.

But that wasn’t even the most shocking part.

Inside the car were three girls, all chatting, laughing, and clearly enjoying themselves. One of them leaned out the window and waved at Dickson as he approached, flashing a dazzling smile. Liam’s eyes widened slightly when he recognized one of them—Samantha Fields, the same girl from high school who used to treat Dickson like a mosquito that wouldn’t stop buzzing.

Now she was in his passenger seat, legs crossed, clearly impressed.

Dickson hopped into the driver’s seat like a rockstar returning to his limo. He revved the engine once—loud, obnoxious, and completely unnecessary—before speeding off down the street with the girls cheering inside the cabin.

Liam stood there for a long second, just staring after the car as it vanished around the corner.

Then he shook his head slowly, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “That bastard.”

He had to hand it to him—Dickson somehow turned from a hopeless clown to a self-proclaimed playboy overnight. But more than the laughter, more than the ridiculousness of it all, there was something else simmering beneath Liam’s smirk.

Motivation.

He glanced back at his apartment. If Dickson could take the little he gave him and flip it into a luxury car and a carload of women, then what excuse did he have?

If he slacked off now, that idiot would make more money than him.

And that… that would be unforgivable.

With a determined breath, Liam stepped back inside and closed the door behind him. No more distractions. No more chilling.

It was time to get to work.

He marched over to his setup, the soft hum of his custom-built computer already buzzing to life. The triple-monitor display lit up as he sat down, fingers flexing over the mechanical keyboard.

Liam leaned back for a second, his eyes narrowing with focus.

“Let’s see just how far I can push this.”

His fingers began to move—pulling up charts, analyzing trends, setting up trades. The game was on again.

And this time, he wasn’t playing to keep up.

He was playing to win.

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