My Scumbag System-Chapter 439: The Gyaru’s Breakfast

I woke to warmth. Wet heat wrapped around my dick.

My eyes stayed closed for the first few seconds because my brain hadn’t finished loading yet. Then the slurping sounds registered. A tongue dragged up the underside of my shaft, slow and worshipful, followed by lips that sealed around the tip before sliding down.

Schlp. Schlp. Glck.

My eyes opened.

The ceiling was familiar. My room. Natalia’s hair spread across my left shoulder, purple and white strands tangled across my collarbone. Her hand rested on my chest, fingers curled loosely. Still sleeping. On my right, Celeste’s silver-white hair created a river across the pillow, her face pressed against my ribs in the peaceful expression of someone who’d passed out hard.

Both of them unconscious.

Which meant.

I looked down.

Akari Miyamoto knelt between my legs, her emerald eyes closed, her expression somewhere between focused and blissed out. She had taken me deep. Really deep. Her throat worked around me as she swallowed once, her neck muscles moving, and the sensation shot straight through my spine.

She pulled back, gasping, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of my dick. The threads caught the morning light coming through the window. She breathed hard, her chest heaving, her lips swollen and glistening.

Then her eyes opened.

She saw me watching.

Her face transformed into a grin that belonged on someone about to commit several felonies. She brought one finger to her lips. Shh.

I raised an eyebrow.

Akari’s grin widened. She lowered her mouth to the base of my shaft, keeping eye contact this time, and dragged her tongue up slowly, deliberately. The flat of her tongue traced every inch from root to tip, and when she reached the head, she swirled around it like a dessert she was savoring.

I bit the inside of my cheek to stay quiet.

Her lips wrapped around just the tip. She sucked. Released. Kissed it.

"Missed you," she whispered.

My brain finally caught up.

"What are you doing?"

"Eating breakfast." She licked the tip again, her tongue catching the bead of precum forming there. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second like she’d tasted something divine. "The others got to have you all to themselves all month." Her voice dropped into something lower, smoother, more dangerous. "I want my turn."

She took me back into her mouth.

This was. Objectively. In the top five sexiest ways anyone had ever woken me up.

Natalia shifted against my left side. Her leg hooked over my thigh, and she made a small sound into my shoulder. Still out. On my right, Celeste’s breathing remained deep and steady.

Akari hollowed her cheeks and took me deeper.

I sucked air through my teeth.

She pulled back just enough to speak, her lips brushing the tip with every word.

"I want your cum in my belly," she said. "Before breakfast. Before coffee. Before anyone else wakes up and tries to be fair about this."

She took me all the way down her throat again.

Glckglck. Schlp.

Her nose pressed against my abs. She held herself there, swallowing, her throat massaging me, until she couldn’t breathe anymore and pulled back, gasping.

"Fuck," I said quietly.

"Not yet." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned. "But maybe after."

Natalia stirred. Her hand moved across my chest, and her breathing changed slightly. Not awake yet, but getting there.

Akari noticed. She doubled down.

Her hand wrapped around the base of my shaft. Firm grip. She pumped once. Twice. Her mouth descended again, and this time she found a rhythm, bobbing her head at a pace that felt deliberately designed to wreck me.

I grabbed the sheets with my free hand, the one that wasn’t trapped under Natalia’s shoulder. My hips shifted slightly. Akari made an approving sound around me, a hum that vibrated straight through my dick and into my spine.

I looked down and found her watching me again. Those sharp emerald eyes locked onto mine, filled with challenge and heat and something competitive that made this feel like another test.

She was proving something. To me. To them. To herself.

I lifted my hips slightly, pushing deeper, and Akari’s eyes watered but she didn’t stop, didn’t pull back, just opened her throat and let me in.

Good girl.

Her throat constricted. She gagged once. Pulled back. Spit strung between us again as she gasped, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her tan skin flushed across her collarbones.

"You’re insane," I said.

"You like it."

She wasn’t wrong.

Cel made a small noise in her sleep. Her arm moved across my stomach. Akari’s eyes flicked to her, then back to me, and the competitive edge sharpened.

She lowered her mouth again. This time she added her hand, stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach, twisting slightly on the upstroke in a way that made my vision blur at the edges.

"Akari."

She hummed again. That vibration. My hand moved to her hair. Not forcing. Just holding. She leaned into it anyway, taking me deeper, and I felt the exact moment she decided to finish this.

Her pace increased. Her hand tightened. Her cheeks hollowed. The wet sounds filled the quiet room, obscene and perfect and making it very hard to remember that four other women were currently sleeping in or near my bed.

Pressure built. Heat gathered low in my spine.

"Close," I warned.

She didn’t stop. She doubled down. Her free hand gripped my thigh, nails digging in, and her throat opened again as she took me as deep as she could physically manage.

I came.

Hard.

Akari’s eyes went wide as the first pulse hit. She held herself there, swallowing, her throat working around me with effort. The second pulse. The third. She didn’t pull back. She stayed down, her nose buried against my abs, and swallowed everything I gave her until I finished completely.

When she finally pulled off, gasping, her lips were redder and more swollen. Saliva mixed with traces of me dripped from her mouth and she wiped it with her thumb, then sucked her thumb clean with a pop.

"Good morning Daddy," she said.