My Scumbag System-Chapter 427: Rotation Policy

Cel looked up at me, her lips swollen and wet, her eyes questioning. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No," I assured her, running my thumb across her lower lip. "You did too many things right. I want to be inside you when I come."

Her eyes darkened at my words, and she nodded. "Please," she whispered. "I want that too."

I positioned myself between her legs again, the head of my cock nudging at her entrance. She was impossibly wet now, her earlier orgasm and the act of sucking me off had left her slick and ready.

"Are you sure?" I asked, giving her one last chance to back out.

She didn’t hesitate. "Yes. Please, Satori."

I pushed forward slowly, watching her face carefully for any sign of discomfort. The head of my cock breached her entrance, and she gasped, her hands flying to my shoulders, nails digging into my skin.

"Breathe," I told her, keeping my voice low and steady as I held myself still, letting her body catch up to what was happening. "Just breathe. Relax for me."

She obeyed, drawing in a slow, trembling breath that made her chest rise against mine. I felt the response immediately—the tight, almost vice-like grip of her inner walls loosening by the smallest, most exquisite degree, giving me just enough room to press another inch deeper into her.

She was impossibly tight, the kind of tight that made the back of my teeth ache, but she was so wet for me that despite the resistance my cock sank through her with a slick, inexorable ease that made my vision blur at the edges.

"God," I breathed out, the word scraping out of me on pure instinct. I dropped my forehead briefly, jaw clenched, wrestling down the animal urge to just drive forward and bury myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. "You’re so tight, Cel. You feel—" I exhaled slowly through my nose. "You feel incredible."

Akari had drifted to the edge of the bed at some point, drawn in by the spectacle like a moth to a particularly compelling flame. She sat perched there with her legs crossed, her emerald eyes heavy-lidded and intent, watching the slow joining of our bodies with the shameless, hungry focus of someone who had entirely forgotten she was supposed to be a mere observer.

"Is it her first time?" she asked, her voice pitched low, the sultry purr stripped of its usual theatrical edge and replaced with something rawer.

"No," Cel answered before I could even open my mouth, though her voice came out strained and breathless, threaded through with effort. Her nails were still pressed into my shoulders, anchoring herself.

"It is not... my first time. Just—" She paused, swallowing hard, a fresh wave of colour flooding her already flushed cheeks. "It is the first time with a person. And never with something so..."

The sentence died on her lips, swallowed by what seemed to be a combination of sensation and the rare, complete failure of her considerable vocabulary.

I felt the smirk pull at the corner of my mouth before I could stop it. "Big?"

She nodded, biting her lower lip.

"Take your time," Natalia said, surprising me with her patience. She ran her fingers through Cel’s hair soothingly. "Your body will adapt."

I continued my slow penetration, each inch drawing new sounds from Cel’s throat. When I was finally seated fully inside her, we both stilled, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation. Her inner walls pulsed around me, her body still figuring out how to accommodate my size.

"How does it feel?" Skylar asked suddenly, breaking her self-imposed silence.

Cel turned her head to look at Skylar, her eyes glassy. "Full," she answered simply. "So full I can’t think."

Skylar nodded, as though Cel had confirmed something important. "Good."

I began to move, drawing out slowly before pushing back in. Cel’s hands tightened on my shoulders, her breath coming in short gasps. With each thrust, her body opened more to me, her initial discomfort giving way to pleasure.

"Harder," she surprised me by saying, her hips rising to meet mine. "Please, Satori, harder."

Who was I to deny such a polite request? I increased my pace, driving into her with more force. The wet sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, along with Cel’s increasingly vocal moans. Her head thrashed against the pillow, her control completely abandoned now.

"Touch her," Natalia instructed, her hand moving between her own legs as she watched us. "She’s close."

I slid my hand between our bodies, finding Cel’s clit with my thumb. She jerked at the contact, a broken cry escaping her throat. I rubbed in tight circles, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.

"Oh god, oh god," Cel chanted, her body tensing beneath me. "I’m going to—"

"Come for me," I commanded, driving into her harder. "Come on my cock, Cel."

She shattered, her back arching off the bed, her inner walls clamping down on me with surprising strength. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her entire body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. The sight of her coming undone pushed me dangerously close to my own edge.

"Don’t come yet," Natalia whispered in my ear, suddenly right beside me. "The others need their turn too."

I gritted my teeth, fighting against the urge to let go. Cel’s pussy still pulsed around me, milking me, trying to pull my orgasm from me.

"Switch," Natalia said firmly, her hand on my chest. "Let someone else have a ride."

I pulled out slowly, Cel whimpering at the loss. She lay boneless on the bed, completely spent, her legs still spread open. My cock stood painfully erect, glistening with her arousal.

"Who’s next?" I asked, looking around at the remaining women.

Akari bounced slightly on the edge of the bed. "Me, me, me!"

Skylar rolled her eyes. "Subtle."

Emi looked torn between wanting to volunteer and being too shy to speak up. Natalia noticed her hesitation and smiled wickedly.

"I think it’s Emi’s turn," she declared, her voice leaving no room for argument. "She’s been waiting so patiently."

Emi’s eyes widened. "I... but... I don’t know if I can..."

I moved toward her, my cock still hard and ready. "Trust me," I said, holding out my hand to her. "You can."

She looked at my outstretched hand, then at my face, and finally, down at my cock. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard.

"Okay," she whispered, placing her small hand in mine. "Show me how."

I positioned Emi beneath me, her blue hair spread out on the pillow, her antennae hairpiece somehow still intact despite everything. Her innocent eyes met mine, trust and desire battling for dominance.

"Don’t worry," I murmured against her lips. "I’ll take care of you."

And I meant it. Whatever game the System was playing, whatever quest I was fulfilling—in this moment, it wasn’t about points or levels or rewards. It was about the five women who had chosen to stay, knowing exactly what I was, and wanting me anyway.

That was a power no System could quantify.