My Scumbag System-Chapter 423: The First Lesson in a Long Night

Natalia nodded and moved off my lap, but not far. She settled beside me, her hand on my thigh, making it clear she wasn’t going anywhere.

Emi crawled forward, her movements hesitant. When she reached me, she stopped, looking up with those wide, uncertain eyes. "How do I...?"

I patted the space in front of me. "Come here."

She moved closer, sitting between my legs, her back to my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her against me. She was warm and soft, her body fitting against mine perfectly. I rested my chin on her shoulder, and she shivered.

"Is this okay?" I asked.

"Yes." Her voice was barely audible. "It’s good."

I turned my head and pressed my lips to her neck, just below her ear. She gasped, her head falling back against my shoulder. My hands stayed on her waist, not moving higher or lower, just holding her.

"You’re doing great," I murmured against her skin. "You’re perfect just like this."

She made a small sound, something between a whimper and a sigh. I kept kissing her neck, slow and gentle, as my hands finally moved. One slid up to her ribs, just below her breast, while the other moved to her thigh, my fingertips tracing patterns on her bare skin.

"Satori..." Her voice was breathless. "Please."

"Please what?" I asked, my lips still against her skin.

"More."

I slid the hand on her ribs up, cupping her breast through her tank top. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and I could feel her nipple harden against my palm. She arched into the touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Across the room, I saw Skylar shift uncomfortably. Cel was watching with wide eyes, her lips parted slightly. Akari had leaned forward, her interest clearly piqued. And Natalia... Natalia was smiling, her hand still on my thigh, her eyes fixed on my face rather than Emi’s.

I slid my other hand up Emi’s thigh, under the hem of her shorts. She spread her legs slightly, an unconscious invitation, and I accepted. My fingers brushed against the fabric of her underwear, and she jerked in my arms.

"Is this okay?" I asked again.

"Yes." She was panting now. "Yes, please."

I pressed my palm against her, feeling the heat and dampness through the thin cotton. She ground against my hand, seeking more pressure, more friction.

"You’re so responsive," I said, my voice low. "So perfect."

"Am I?" She turned her head, looking at me with desperate eyes. "Am I really?"

"Yes." I kissed her, and the Nectar flowed between us, making her moan into my mouth. "You’re everything you need to be."

She shuddered against me, her body tensing and then relaxing as she came, just from that light pressure and the Nectar’s effect. When she went limp in my arms, I held her close, stroking her hair as she caught her breath.

"Thank you," she whispered.

I kissed her forehead. "Thank you."

She eventually moved back to her spot, her face flushed but happy. Natalia squeezed my thigh, a silent acknowledgment that I’d handled that well.

Skylar stood up abruptly. "My turn."

She walked toward me with purpose, but instead of sitting in my lap like Natalia or in front of me like Emi, she stood over me, looking down.

"Stand up," she ordered.

I raised an eyebrow but complied, getting to my feet. We were close enough that I could feel the heat from her body, smell the faint scent of her shampoo.

"Now what?"

She slapped me.

The sound cracked through the room, and Emi gasped. I didn’t move, didn’t react beyond blinking once.

"Feel better?" I asked.

She slapped me again, other side this time. "No."

I caught her wrist before she could go for a third. "That’s enough."

"Is it?" She tried to pull her arm free, but I held firm. "I thought you were going to prove how strong you are."

I let go of her wrist and stepped back. "Not by hitting you back."

"Then how?"

I moved faster than she could track, using my A-Rank hidden stats rather than the F-Rank everyone believed I had. One moment I was standing in front of her, the next I was behind her, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat.

"Like this," I said against her ear.

She went completely still, her breathing shallow. "Oh."

"Yeah. Oh." I tightened my grip on her hair, not enough to hurt but enough to control. "Still want to fight?"

"Yes." Her voice was steady despite her position. "Always."

I spun her around and backed her up against the wall, my forearm across her collarbone, pinning her in place. My thigh pushed between hers, lifting her slightly onto her toes.

"How about now?"

Her eyes were wild, pupils blown wide. "Fuck you."

I leaned in close, my lips almost touching hers. "That’s not admitting I’m stronger."

"Because you’re not." She was breathless, her body betraying her even as her words defied me.

I pressed my thigh more firmly between her legs, and she bit her lip to hold back a moan. "Say it."

"No."

I kissed her, hard and demanding, the Nectar flooding between us. She fought it for about half a second before surrendering, her mouth opening under mine, her tongue battling with mine for dominance. When I pulled back, she was panting.

"Say it," I repeated.

"You’re stronger," she whispered. "For now."

I laughed and let her go, stepping back. "Good enough."

She stayed against the wall, her chest heaving, her eyes locked on mine. "That’s not all I wanted."

"I know." I looked back at the others. Emi was watching with wide eyes. Cel looked fascinated. Akari was grinning. And Natalia... Natalia looked ready to pounce.

"But we have all night."

Skylar pushed off from the wall and walked back to her spot, but not before shooting me a look that promised retribution. I’d pay for that later, and happily.

Cel stood up slowly. "I suppose it’s my turn."

She moved toward me with that grace that made her look like she was gliding rather than walking. When she reached me, she stopped, looking up with those periwinkle eyes that saw too much.

"I’m not sure how to do this," she admitted.

I reached out and tucked a strand of silver hair behind her ear. "We can figure it out together."

She nodded once, a small, decisive movement. Then she stepped closer, her hands coming up to rest lightly on my chest. "Help me forget who I’m supposed to be?"

"With pleasure."