MY SCUMBAG SYSTEMC37: A Mother's Intuition is a Hell of a Thing
Chapter 37: A Mother's Intuition is a Hell of a Thing
The heavy condo door clicked shut, leaving Kimiko alone with Luka in the suddenly quiet living room. Natalia's words—"We're adults, we can handle shopping for a suit by ourselves"—still hung in the air. Kimiko stood motionless, caught in that peculiar mixture of pride and loss that had become so familiar since Satori had turned sixteen. Her children were growing up. No longer needing her to fuss over them or guide their every decision.
Luka broke the silence with a laugh that seemed to shake the entire room. "Did you hear that, Kimi? He called me 'Dad'!" His massive arms encircled her waist, lifting her clean off the ground in his excitement. "And did you see how our Nattie was trying to act all tough? But she's going shopping with her brother! Willingly!"
Kimiko smiled against his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne. "Put me down, you big oaf. You'll throw your back out again."
"My back is fine," Luka protested, but he set her gently on her feet, his hands lingering at her waist. "I just can't believe it. A month ago, they couldn't be in the same room without World War Three breaking out. Now look at them!"
"It is remarkable," Kimiko agreed, smoothing her hands over her husband's broad chest. She could feel his heart thundering beneath her palm, his joy as physical as everything else about him.
"I knew leaving them alone was the right call," Luka said, his voice dropping to what he thought was a whisper but was closer to a normal man's speaking voice. "Sometimes kids just need space to figure things out for themselves."
Kimiko nodded, though privately she wondered if it had been that simple. The change in Satori went beyond making peace with his stepsister. Everything about him was different—his posture, his confidence, even the way he met her eyes when they spoke.
"I'm gonna hit the home gym," Luka announced, kissing the top of her head. "Gotta burn off some of this excitement. Want to join me? We could spar like the old days."
Kimiko laughed, pushing him toward their bedroom. "Go change. I'll clean up breakfast."
"You sure? I can help—"
"Go," she said firmly. "Before you break another plate with your enthusiasm."
Luka grinned sheepishly and retreated down the hallway, his heavy footsteps fading as Kimiko turned toward the kitchen.
The remnants of their family breakfast lay scattered across the table—plates smeared with egg yolk, half-empty glasses of orange juice, a stray piece of bacon on the counter. She began gathering the dishes, humming a soft lullaby she used to sing to Satori when he was small.
As she scrubbed a particularly stubborn bit of egg from a plate, her mind drifted backward through time. A memory surfaced, sharp and clear: their tiny, one-room apartment in Graystone Park. The constant smell of damp concrete and recycled air. The way the walls would sweat when it rained.
She saw a much smaller Satori, maybe ten years old, coming home with a ripped shirt and a bruised cheek. His glasses held together with tape, his eyes red from crying.
"They called me a Zero's whelp," he had whispered against her shoulder as she held him. "Said I was useless just like you."
The memory of her fury burned as hot now as it had then. She'd held him tight, promising that one day, they would have a life where no one could hurt him again. The neighbors had started calling her the "Red-hot Habanero" after they heard what she said to the parents of those bullies.
Kimiko rinsed the plate and set it in the drying rack, her gaze sweeping around the opulent kitchen—the marble countertops, the state-of-the-art appliances. The floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of New Vein's glittering skyline.
They'd made it. And now, the boy she'd protected for so long was gone, replaced by a young man who stood tall, who met the world with squared shoulders instead of hunched ones. A man whose eyes held confidence instead of fear.
She opened the dishwasher and began loading it methodically, remembering how Satori had always helped with chores, grumbling but compliant. That too had changed. The kitchen had been immaculate when they arrived home. No dirty dishes in the sink, no takeout containers piled in the trash.
Kimiko paused, a water glass suspended in her hand. When had her son learned to cook? The Satori who'd lived on instant ramen and convenience store bento boxes seemed like a different person entirely from the one who'd served them coffee this morning with a casual expertise.
Her gaze drifted to the hallway that led to Satori's bedroom. What else had changed while they were gone? She finished loading the dishwasher and wiped down the counters, her thoughts circling back to the conversation on the couch.
"Mom, I decided I needed to change."
Such simple words, yet something in his tone had struck her as odd. There had been a certainty in his voice that she'd never heard before. Satori had always been hesitant, second-guessing himself at every turn. This new Satori spoke like someone who knew exactly who he was and what he wanted.
Kimiko looked out the window at the gleaming spires of New Vein. The sweet little baby boy she had to shield from the world was gone. In his place was a man who could build a life of his own, who might someday have children of his own.
The thought bloomed in her mind, warm and full of hope: He could give me grandbabies.
She imagined a little boy with Satori's red hair, running through this very kitchen, calling her "Grandma." The image was so powerful it brought tears to her eyes.
"Kimi? You okay?"
Luka's voice pulled her back to the present. He stood in the doorway in workout clothes, a towel around his neck, concern etched on his rugged features.
"I'm fine," she said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Just thinking about how fast they're growing up."
Luka crossed the kitchen in three long strides and pulled her into his arms. "Our kids are gonna be alright," he murmured into her hair. "Better than alright. You saw our boy—he's finally coming into his own."
"Yes," she agreed, leaning into his solid warmth. "He is."
"This whole leaving them alone thing was genius," Luka continued, his voice vibrating through her. "If this is what happens, we should go on missions more often!"
Kimiko smiled against his chest. "Maybe we should."
"And hey," Luka added, his tone turning playful as he ran a hand down her back, "now that they're out shopping, we have the place to ourselves..."
"Luka Kuzmina," she said, smacking his chest lightly. "Is that all you think about?"
"Around you? Pretty much." He grinned down at her, that same boyish smile that had melted her heart the first time they met. "Can't help it if my wife is the most beautiful woman in New Vein."
Kimiko rolled her eyes, but she couldn't stop her smile. "Go work out. I'll join you for some... exercise in a minute."
"Yes ma'am!" Luka stole a quick kiss and bounded toward their home gym, energy radiating from his massive frame.
Kimiko watched him go, her heart full. This was everything she'd ever wanted—a beautiful home, a loving husband, and a son who was finally finding his path. And yet...
A tiny, dissonant thought surfaced, sharp as a needle. She remembered Satori's eyes during their conversation on the couch. The way he'd met her gaze wasn't the way a son looks at his mother. It was almost like he was assessing her.
Kimiko shook her head, pushing the thought away. She was being silly. Of course Satori seemed different—he was growing up, finding his confidence. It was natural for him to change.
She dried her hands on a dish towel and followed Luka to the gym. As she walked, she tried to focus on her happiness, on how proud she was of Satori's transformation.
But the tiny doubt remained, a shadow in the corner of her perfect, sunlit dream.
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MY SCUMBAG SYSTEMC38: My Stepbrother's Immortal Snail Requires a Mortgage
Chapter 38: My Stepbrother's Immortal Snail Requires a Mortgage
The heavy condo door clicked shut behind Kimiko and Luka. For Natalia, the sound was like a prison gate closing. The air, thick with the lingering scent of her father's cologne and Kimiko's perfume, felt suffocating. The condo had transformed from their private sanctuary into hostile territory overnight, leaving her exposed and vulnerable in what was supposed to be her domain.
They're back.
Dad noticed the mark on my neck. Kimiko was watching us with those perceptive eyes... she suspects something. Oh god, she knows something isn't right between us. What were we thinking with that reckless display?
Natalia meticulously replayed every stolen glance during breakfast, every loaded word, every subtle shift in body language. Their dangerous secret hung between them like a fragile glass ornament, ready to shatter at the slightest touch. This madness had to end. She needed to be the responsible one, the voice of reason. She had to terminate whatever this was immediately, before they were discovered and her carefully constructed future collapsed around her.
She turned around, her rejection already formulated down to the last cutting syllable. And there he stood. Leaning casually against the wall, observing her with that unsettling intensity, looking devastatingly handsome in a simple black tee that hugged his transformed physique and dark jeans that accentuated his height. He resembled a stranger who had methodically erased her stepbrother and claimed his life. The sight made her resolve waver dangerously, but she forced herself to approach him anyway.
"Satori," she began, "This has to stop. Everything. Our parents are back in our lives now. Last night was a terrible mistake, we need to forget it ever happened..."
Before she could complete her carefully rehearsed speech, he closed the distance between them in two effortless strides and gently captured her hand in his.
The unexpected contact sent an electric current racing through her body. His hand was warm and reassuringly solid, completely enveloping hers with a strength that wasn't there weeks ago. He remained silent, simply holding her hand while his thumb traced slow, deliberate, maddeningly intimate circles against her skin.
That simple, tender gesture demolished her prepared defenses more effectively than any argument could have. He lifted her hand, his penetrating gaze never leaving hers, and pressed a soft kiss against her knuckles.
"Can I steal you for the day, Natalia?"
Her hand flew back as if Satori's touch had seared her skin, a fierce heat blooming across her face and cascading down her neck like wildfire.
"D-Don't be ridiculous! I am not some prize to be 'stolen' by you or anyone else!" Natalia's words tumbled out with forced indignation, her fingers unconsciously tracing the spot where his lips had touched. "This is strictly a mandatory errand for the Gala! A practical necessity—nothing more, nothing less! So don't... don't get any strange ideas."
===
"I thought we were shopping for the Gala?" Natalia asked, her confusion mounting as their first destination turned out to be an upscale pet emporium nestled between designer boutiques in the commercial district.
Satori guided her toward the reptile section with a mysterious smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "First, I need to secure a proper royal residence for His Majesty, Bartholomew the Immortal."
"Who?"
"My new snail."
"Your... snail." Natalia blinked repeatedly, processing this information with visible disbelief. "You dragged me to an exclusive pet store to purchase a terrarium for a snail named Bartholomew the Immortal."
"Not just any terrarium." Satori turned to address a bewildered teenage employee who had cautiously approached them. "I need something truly regal. Something befitting gastropod royalty."
The employee's expression cycled through various stages of confusion and uncertainty. "Um... we have these standard glass terrariums with basic features?"
"No, no." Satori shook his head with grave solemnity. "His Majesty requires accommodations of greater distinction. What about that elaborate display model with the castle-shaped hide?"
Natalia watched in growing amazement as Satori engaged in a completely serious discussion about the comparative merits of premium terrariums, specialized heating elements, and miniature castle-shaped hideaways with the increasingly perplexed but gradually amused employee.
"And will His Majesty be requiring specialized substrate? Perhaps some premium organic lettuce varieties?" the employee inquired, finally catching on to the game and adopting a matching ceremonial tone.
"Only the absolute finest," Satori declared with regal authority. "He may possess immortality, but that's hardly an excuse to compromise on quality of life. A king deserves a kingdom worthy of his eternal existence."
A spontaneous giggle escaped Natalia's lips before she could suppress it. She quickly pressed her hand over her mouth, but the damage was done. The initial giggle evolved into a chuckle, which rapidly cascaded into full-blown laughter that shook her entire body. Not her usual controlled, polite social laugh, but a genuine, bubbling, uninhibited expression of pure amusement that broke through her carefully maintained composure like a dam bursting.
"This is absolutely absurd," she managed between waves of laughter, her eyes watering slightly.
"Royalty typically is," Satori replied with perfect solemnity, his face a mask of serious dedication, which only intensified her laughing fit.
By the time they exited the store, Satori had purchased an elaborate terrarium complete with miniature castle architecture, premium soil mixtures, and several specialized small plants suitable for a gastropod monarch. Natalia found herself carrying a bag containing specialty gastropod nutrition supplements, still fighting sporadic fits of uncontrollable giggles that erupted every time she thought about the absurdity of the situation.
"So where exactly is this supposedly immortal snail?" she asked, glancing around as if expecting to see a pet carrier. "I don't see His Majesty among our purchases."
"He'll manifest when the moment is appropriate," Satori answered with mystical gravity. "Immortal beings aren't constrained by conventional schedules or physical limitations. They appear when destiny calls."
This cryptic response triggered another burst of genuine laughter from Natalia, her purple hair catching the sunlight as she threw her head back. "You're completely and utterly ridiculous, you know that?"
"Yet here you stand," Satori observed with a satisfied smirk, "willingly carrying premium snail cuisine for my ridiculous royal pet. What does that make you?"
Touché.
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MY SCUMBAG SYSTEMC39: A Scumbag's Guide to Retail Therapy
Chapter 39: A Scumbag's Guide to Retail Therapy
Their next stop was a stylish, modern men's clothing store—not a stuffy tailor, but a place that reflected his new, confident persona. The minimalist interior featured exposed brick walls and industrial lighting fixtures highlighting racks of designer menswear.
"I need your opinion," Satori said as he browsed through a rack of shirts. "My fashion sense is still developing."
"Why would I know anything about men's fashion?" Natalia scoffed, though secretly pleased to be consulted.
"Because you have taste. And you're brutally honest." He held up two button-down shirts. "Gray or blue?"
Natalia studied the options, then pointed to the charcoal gray. "That one brings out the intensity in your eyes."
As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them. Satori's smug smile was insufferable.
"So you've been noticing the intensity of my eyes?"
"Shut up and try it on."
Watching him try on clothes that actually fit his new body was a revelation. Each outfit emphasized the dramatic changes in his physique—shoulders broader, waist trimmer, arms defined. Natalia found herself giving genuine advice despite her better judgment.
"The sleeves are too long on that one."
"Those pants need to be taken in at the waist."
"That jacket makes your shoulders look even wider."
Satori emerged from the changing room in a navy blue suit jacket. "Does this make my ass look good?"
"I am not answering that!" Her face burned hot.
"So that's a yes."
"I didn't say anything!"
"Your face did."
When he finally tried on the suit for the Gala—a charcoal gray three-piece with subtle burgundy accents—Natalia fell silent. He didn't look like her stepbrother anymore. He looked like a man who could conquer cities. The tailored lines accentuated his height and newly defined physique, giving him a commanding presence she'd never seen before.
"Well?" he asked, turning slowly.
Natalia swallowed hard. "The shoulders fit well, but it needs to be taken in slightly at the waist. And the pants need to be hemmed about half an inch."
"Is that your professional assessment?"
"Yes. Very professional. Nothing more." She crossed her arms, trying to maintain her composure.
"Thank you, Natalia." His voice was suddenly serious, genuine gratitude replacing the teasing tone.
The sincerity caught her off guard. "You're welcome," she mumbled, looking away.
===
They left the store with several bags of new clothes. The sun was setting as they walked toward the transit station, casting everything in a romantic golden glow. Laden with shopping bags, the scene felt deceptively domestic.
"I should call a car," Natalia said, reaching for her phone.
"Let's walk a bit first," Satori suggested. "It's a beautiful evening."
They strolled in comfortable silence for a while, their shopping bags occasionally bumping together. Natalia found herself stealing glances at his profile, marveling at how different he looked now. Not just physically, but in the way he carried himself—confident, relaxed, commanding.
Suddenly, Satori stopped walking. Natalia turned to him, raising an eyebrow in question.
He set his bags down, gently took her face in his hands, and looked directly into her eyes. His expression was serious, tender.
"You were worried this morning," he said, his voice soft. "About our parents. About this being a mistake."
His thumbs stroked her cheeks, and Natalia felt her heart skip.
"It's not. I'm not letting you go, Natalia. Not now."
The directness and sincerity of his promise obliterated her remaining doubts. This wasn't a game to him. He was claiming her, right here on a public street. She should have been offended by his presumption. She should have pushed him away. Instead, she stood frozen, unable to look away from the intensity in his eyes.
He pulled away, picked up his bags, and their fingers briefly brushed as they started walking again. The touch was electric.
"Besides," he added with a smile, "we still need to find you a dress that matches my suit. Can't have the Kuzmina siblings clashing at the Gala, can we?"
"We're not siblings," Natalia muttered automatically.
"Exactly."
Her mind was no longer thinking "if." It was thinking "when." As they walked side by side toward the transit station, her heart soared with a dangerous, beautiful hope.
"That ring suits you," Satori said. "Beautiful and dangerous."
Natalia felt her cheeks warm. "Don't say things like that in public!"
"Why not? No one knows we're stepsiblings here."
"That's not the point!"
"Then what is the point, Natalia?" He stopped walking again, turning to face her fully. His eyes captured hers with that unsettling intensity that seemed to pierce right through her defenses. "Are you ashamed of being seen with me?"
"No! That's not—" Her protest sounded hollow even to her own ears.
"Then what are you afraid of?"
His directness caught her off-guard. Natalia looked away, her fingers unconsciously reaching to touch the Cryo-Lich Ring, drawing comfort from its cool surface. She struggled to articulate the storm of emotions raging within her—the thrill, the confusion, the guilt that shouldn't exist but somehow did.
"Everything is changing so fast," she finally said, her voice uncharacteristically uncertain. "You've changed so fast. A month ago, you were..." She stopped herself from saying 'pathetic.' "Different. Sometimes I feel like I don't know who you are anymore."
"Maybe you never knew me to begin with," he replied softly, something vulnerable flickering behind those charming eyes that hadn't been there before the transformation.
"I want to know you," Natalia admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, the confession feeling like she was surrendering a piece of herself. "The real you. Not the lazy slob from before, and not whatever act you're putting on now."
His smile was slow and genuine, different from his usual calculating smirk. Something about it made her heart flutter traitorously in her chest. "Then let me show you." He offered his hand, the same hand that had so tenderly cupped her face moments ago. "Starting with dinner? I'm starving after all this shopping."
Natalia hesitated only briefly, acutely aware of how her pulse quickened as she placed her delicate hand in his much larger one. "Fine. But only because I'm hungry too."
"Of course," he agreed, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a way that sent a shiver up her arm. "No other reason at all."
As they walked hand in hand through the golden evening light, the setting sun casting long shadows across the bustling street, Natalia knew she was stepping into dangerous territory. The electricity between them was undeniable now, a current that pulled her toward him despite every warning bell clanging in her mind. But for the first time in her life, she didn't care about the consequences. She wanted to see where this path would lead, even if it meant breaking every rule she'd ever set for herself.
And that terrified her almost as much as it thrilled her.
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MY SCUMBAG SYSTEMC40: My Five-Star Date Was a Ten-Dollar Bowl of Noodles
Chapter 40: My Five-Star Date Was a Ten-Dollar Bowl of Noodles
Natalia stood outside The Crimson Lantern, its opulent façade gleaming with gold trim against deep crimson walls. The restaurant's reputation preceded it—the most exclusive dining establishment in New Vein City, where only S-Rank Hunters and the elite of society dined.
A nervous tremor ran through her fingers. She'd always imagined walking through these doors after her first A-Rank promotion, not as someone's guest.
"This is..."
Satori stood beside her, watching her face with that unnervingly perceptive gaze of his.
"You're not ready for this place, are you?"
"It's where my father brings his colleagues to celebrate after successful A-Rank missions," she admitted, her voice softer than intended. "I always thought I'd come here after I made A-Rank. When I'd earned it." Natalia looked down at the immaculate sidewalk, ashamed of her vulnerability. "This feels like cheating somehow."
Satori's eyes softened, the predatory glint momentarily replaced by something she couldn't quite identify. He took her hand, his warm fingers wrapping around hers with unexpected gentleness. "Come on. I know a better place."
Natalia allowed herself to be led away from the glittering main street, past designer boutiques and high-end tech shops. They turned down a side alley where paper lanterns cast a soft, warm light. The city's gleaming heart faded behind them, and with it, the rigid tension in her shoulders. She could breathe here. The air, thick with the scent of street food instead of sterile perfume, was an unexpected relief.
"Where are we going?" she asked, suddenly aware she was still holding his hand, feeling the rough calluses that had developed over months of his training regime.
"Somewhere authentic."
They stopped before a tiny shop with a simple wooden façade weathered by years of steam and city air. A noren curtain hung in the doorway, the kanji for "Noodles" hand-painted across it in elegant, faded strokes. The rich, savory aroma of bone broth and grilled pork wafted out, making Natalia's mouth water unexpectedly. The scent triggered something primal, bypassing all her cultivated tastes for nouvelle cuisine and imported delicacies.
"A ramen shop?" she asked, unable to keep the surprise from her voice.
"The best in New Vein." Satori pushed aside the curtain, the confident movement speaking of familiarity. "After you, Princess."
The interior was a cloud of warm steam. Eight seats lined a wooden counter worn smooth by countless elbows. Three tiny booths were tucked against the back wall. Behind the counter, a grizzled old man with skin like worn leather nodded at Satori as if they were old friends.
"Nakano-san," the man greeted him, then turned his gaze to Natalia. His weathered face crinkled into a smile that transformed his severe features. "Ah, you brought a beautiful companion tonight."
Natalia felt herself blush, the compliment somehow more genuine coming from this stranger than from any of her usual admirers. The old man gestured to the farthest booth in the corner, partially hidden by a bamboo screen decorated with faded paintings of mountains and rivers.
"Your usual spot is open."
Satori thanked him with a small bow and guided Natalia to the booth with a light touch at the small of her back that sent an unexpected shiver up her spine. The booth was an intimate cage of dark, polished wood. The bamboo screen offered the barest illusion of privacy. The table was so small they had to sit side by side, their thighs pressed together from knee to hip.
"You come here often enough to have a usual spot?" she asked, trying to distract herself from the heat of his body against hers, a heat that seemed to burn through the fabric of her skirt.
"Found it my second week working out," Satori replied, his voice a low rumble in the confined space that she could almost feel vibrating through her. "It reminds me of... home."
She caught something in his tone—a flicker of genuine emotion she rarely heard from him, a momentary glimpse behind the mask he wore so effortlessly.
Satori ordered for them in fluent, respectful Japanese. The words flowed from him naturally, another layer to him she had never suspected. He ordered her a rich tonkotsu ramen with extra chashu pork, remembering offhandedly that she preferred pork to chicken. He added a small flask of warm sake to the order, the ceramic bottle glinting in the low light.
"To celebrate," he explained when she raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued.
"Celebrate what?"
"Us."
Natalia shifted uncomfortably, the booth suddenly feeling even smaller, the air between them charged with unspoken tension. Her purse slipped from her lap, its contents spilling onto the floor with a soft clatter.
"Oh! Sorry, I—" Before she could bend down, Satori was already leaning forward, disappearing under the table.
The world shrank to the space beneath the wooden surface. She could feel the heat radiating from his back, hear the soft rustle of his clothes as he moved in the confined space. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm that made her light-headed, each beat pulsing in her throat.
His hand closed over her fallen lip balm. For a heartbeat, she thought that was it. He would pull back, the moment would pass. Then his fingers shifted with deliberate slowness. They brushed the bare skin of her ankle.
She froze, her body suddenly hyper-aware of every sensation—the rough texture of the wooden bench beneath her thighs, the damp heat of the steam-filled restaurant clinging to her skin, the weight of Satori's body pressed against hers.
"Hic!"
His hand didn't retreat. Instead, it began a slow, deliberate ascent up her leg. His callused fingertips traced a burning path up her calf. He lingered over each inch of skin until he found the sensitive hollow behind her knee. His touch there sent a spark through her nerves, igniting a pleasure so sharp and unexpected it stole her breath.
Run.
The command screamed through her mind, but her muscles refused to obey. A heavy warmth pooled low in her stomach, rooting her to the wooden bench.
"Nnh..."
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MY SCUMBAG SYSTEMC41: She Asked For More (And She Didn't Mean the Noodles)
Chapter 41: She Asked For More (And She Didn't Mean the Noodles)
His hand continued its journey, sliding up her inner thigh. The muscles there twitched uncontrollably at his touch. She bit down on her lower lip hard enough to taste copper, desperately trying to maintain her composure as his fingers reached the damp lace hem of her panties.
He hooked one finger underneath, stroking the impossibly sensitive skin of her inner thigh where it met the fabric. Her hips jerked involuntarily, a wave of heat and wetness flooding between her legs.
"Ah...!" The sound was sharp, a choked-off cry of pure, unfiltered pleasure that she couldn't contain.
Finally, he resurfaced, his expression perfectly composed as he placed her lip balm on the table. Only his eyes betrayed him—burning with dark, triumphant fire.
"Dropped this," he said, his voice deceptively casual.
Natalia couldn't breathe. Her body felt like a live wire, thrumming with an exquisite tension that bordered on pain. She could still feel the ghost of his finger stroking her, the dampness between her legs an undeniable testament to how completely he'd affected her.
The owner appeared with their food, setting down two steaming bowls of ramen. The rich aroma of pork broth filled the air, but it seemed to come from another dimension. Satori broke his chopsticks apart and began eating as if nothing had happened, but he kept his knee firmly pressed against hers, a constant reminder of what had just transpired.
Natalia's hands trembled as she picked up her chopsticks. Every time Satori glanced at her, a fresh wave of heat washed over her skin. She managed a few bites, the flavor exploding on her tongue—salty, rich, complex—but she could barely focus on the food.
"You're not eating," Satori observed, his voice low. "Not hungry anymore?"
"I'm hungry," she replied, the words coming out huskier than she intended. "Just... distracted."
His lips curved into that infuriating smirk. "By what?"
She glared at him, but there was no real heat in it. "You know exactly what you did."
"I picked up your lip balm."
"That's not all you did."
"No?" He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Tell me what else I did, Natalia."
The way he said her name sent shivers down her spine. She swallowed hard, unable to form words.
"You touched me," she finally whispered, her cheeks burning.
"Did you like it?"
In her eighteen years, no one had ever been so direct with her, so unapologetically forward. Most boys were intimidated by her, by her father's reputation, by her own cold exterior. None had dared to touch her the way Satori had.
"Answer me, Natalia." His voice had taken on that commanding edge that made her insides liquify.
"Yes," she admitted. "I liked it."
Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. He returned to his ramen, leaving her trembling beside him.
The sake arrived, warm and fragrant. Satori poured her a small cup, then one for himself.
"To new experiences," he said, raising his cup.
Natalia managed a small smile despite her still-racing heart. "To new experiences," she echoed, touching her cup to his.
The sake burned pleasantly down her throat, warming her from the inside. She took another sip, then another, grateful for the liquid courage. By the time she'd finished her small cup, a pleasant haziness had settled over her, dulling the sharp edges of her embarrassment.
She became aware of Satori watching her, his gaze trailing over her face, lingering on her lips.
"What?" she asked, suddenly self-conscious.
"You have a bit of broth," he said, gesturing to the corner of her mouth.
Before she could reach for a napkin, his thumb was there, gently wiping away the droplet. Then, with deliberate slowness, he brought his thumb to his own mouth and licked it clean.
Her eyes widened, fixated on his mouth.
"That's..." she struggled to find words. "That's unsanitary."
Satori laughed, a genuine sound that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "Of all the things I've done this week, that's what you find objectionable?"
The tension broke, and Natalia found herself laughing too, the sound bubbling up unexpectedly. It felt good to laugh with him, to share this small, private moment in their secluded booth.
They finished their meal, talking in low voices about nothing important—the upcoming Gala, their new outfits, Satori's ridiculous immortal snail. With each passing minute, Natalia felt herself relaxing further, the initial shock of his bold touch under the table mellowing into a pleasant, simmering awareness.
Satori finished his bowl and set down his chopsticks. He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper meant only for her.
"Was the ramen good, Natalia?"
She looked up, meeting his predatory gaze. Her own eyes were dark, hazy with sake and desire. She couldn't form a coherent sentence. All she could manage was a shaky, breathless whisper, the words a raw and honest plea.
"...More."
Satori's eyes darkened further, his pupils dilating until only a thin ring of amber remained.
"More ramen?" he asked, though they both knew that wasn't what she meant.
Natalia shook her head slowly, gathering her courage. "More... you."
Satori stood, dropping money on the table—far more than their meal cost. He held out his hand to her, an invitation and a promise all at once.
"Let's go home," he said simply.
Natalia placed her hand in his, feeling as though she was stepping off a cliff. The fall should have terrified her, but instead, she felt nothing but exhilaration as she followed him out into the night.
The cool evening air hit her flushed face as they emerged from the steamy restaurant. Satori pulled her close, his arm wrapping possessively around her waist. The press of his body against hers felt different now—charged with explicit intent.
"What happens when we get home?" she asked, her voice barely audible above the distant city sounds.
Satori looked down at her, his expression serious despite the heat in his eyes. "Whatever you want, Natalia. We go as far as you want to go, and not an inch further."
The consideration in his words, the respect for her boundaries even after what had happened under the table, made something twist in her chest. This wasn't just lust; this was something deeper, more dangerous.
"And if I want everything?" she whispered, hardly believing her own boldness.
His smile was slow and devastating. "Then I'll give you everything. And more."
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MY SCUMBAG SYSTEMC42: Manta-Man Can Suck My-
Chapter 42: Manta-Man Can Suck My-
Natalia's hand felt unnaturally warm in mine as we walked back to the condo. The neon signs of New Vein's commercial district painted her face in alternating hues of blue and pink, highlighting the flush still lingering on her cheeks. The shopping bags swung lightly from my other hand, feeling practically weightless compared to the heavy tension between us.
"You're quiet," she said, glancing up at me.
"Just thinking about how the night's going to end," I replied, giving her hand a squeeze.
Her blush deepened, and she looked away, but not before I caught the small smile on the corners of her lips.
Three weeks ago, this girl wouldn't piss on me if I was on fire. Now she was practically dragging me home, her entire body telegraphing what she wanted.
I mentally opened my System interface, checking my progress.
\[Daily Mission: Successful Date - Complete.\]
\[Schema Points Awarded: +25\]
\[Primary Quest: Seduce and Corrupt Natalia Buzming. Progress: 89%\]
Only twenty-five points? After that performance? The under-the-table move alone was worth fifty.
"Hey, Nel," I thought, addressing the System. "Twenty-five points is kind of stingy, don't you think? The audience must have loved watching the ice princess melt."
\[The Audience was... adequately entertained. Do not get complacent, Host.\]
I nearly rolled my eyes. "Complacent? Let the sponsors know their star performer expects better compensation for quality entertainment."
\[Your request has been noted. In fact, one of our most prominent sponsors has been so impressed with your... family-oriented approach... that he has issued a special personal quest for you.\]
That caught my attention. "Oh? Who's the high-roller?"
\[The entity known on your original world's Earth as... Zeus.\]
I mentally stumbled. Zeus? As in the Greek god Zeus? The serial rapist who couldn't keep it in his toga?
\[Quest: Earn the 'deep affection' of your mother, Kimiko Nakano. Reward: 500 SP and the Divine Title: \[Favored Son\].\]
My grip on Natalia's hand tightened involuntarily.
"Nel," I thought, my mental voice glacial. "You tell that thunder-fucking degenerate that if he wants to get his rocks off watching that kind of filth, he can go find a swan to harass. Decline the quest."
\[...Request processed. The sponsor expresses his... disappointment. Be warned, Host. Offending a Divine Sponsor can have... consequences.\]
"Are you okay?" Natalia asked, looking concerned. "You're crushing my hand."
I relaxed my grip immediately, giving her an apologetic smile. "Sorry. Just thinking about the entrance exam."
She seemed to accept this, moving closer to me as we approached our building. My anger at Zeus faded to the background as anticipation built. She'd admitted she wanted more. Tonight, I'd give her exactly that.
The elevator ride up to our floor was torture. Natalia stood on the opposite side, maintaining a respectable distance, but her eyes never left mine.
We reached our door, and I fished out my key card, swiping it through the reader. The lock disengaged with a soft click, and I pushed the door open, allowing Natalia to enter first. I followed her in, shopping bags still dangling from my fingers, and kicked the door shut behind me.
The sound of the latch catching was like a starting gun.
Natalia dropped her purse. Before I could even set down the shopping bags, she whirled around, grabbed the front of my shirt with both hands, and yanked me down into a kiss that was pure animal hunger. Her body slammed against mine, soft curves pressing into hard muscle as she staked her claim. Her lips were demanding, desperate, tasting of sake and something uniquely her.
For a split second, I was caught off guard by her aggression. Then I dropped the bags and seized control.
My hands slid down her back to cup her ass, fingers digging into the firm flesh. I lifted her effortlessly, backing her against the door with a solid thud. She gasped into my mouth as her back hit the wood, the sound turning into a moan as I pressed my body against hers, pinning her in place.
My tongue invaded her mouth, turning her desperate assault into a deep, soul-stealing exploration. Her initial struggles melted away as I took charge, soft whimpers replacing her aggression. My hand slid up her stomach, under her shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her midriff. Her breath hitched at the contact, her body arching into my touch.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as if she couldn't get enough. The pain only heightened my arousal. I broke the kiss, both of us panting heavily. Looking down at her, I took in the sight—lips swollen from my kisses, eyes glazed with lust, cheeks flushed crimson. Beautiful.
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her jeans. "Here?" I growled, voice barely recognizable. "You want to do this right here, Princess?"
She couldn't form words, just nodded frantically, her hips bucking against mine in a silent plea.
I lifted her higher, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist, locking her ankles behind my back. I pinned her more firmly against the door, my erection pressing insistently against her core through our clothes.
"Satori," she gasped, the sound of my name on her lips sending a jolt of electricity down my spine.
I started to grind against her, the friction making her moan. My hand fumbled with the button of her jeans, desperate to feel more of her. We were seconds away from tearing our clothes off and taking each other right there in the entryway.
\[Primary Quest Progress: 95%... 96%...\]
And then we heard it.
Not a key in the lock. A voice. A booming, cheerful voice coming from the living room.
"Kids? You guys back already? Your mother wants to watch that new Manta-Man movie as a family!"
We both froze solid. Natalia's legs were still wrapped around my waist. My hand was still halfway down her pants. Our faces were inches apart, flushed with passion that instantly transformed into pure horror.
"Oh fuck," I whispered.
"My dad," she mouthed silently, eyes wide with panic.
I dropped her immediately. She landed on her feet with a startled yelp, stumbling to put distance between us. We frantically tried to fix our appearances. She tugged her shirt down, I zipped my fly. Her hair was a wild mess, her lips swollen and red. We looked exactly like two people who had been seconds away from fucking against a door.
"Go," I hissed, shoving her toward the living room. "Distract them!"
Natalia nodded jerkily, running shaking hands through her hair in a futile attempt to tame it before scurrying off to face her parents.
I leaned my forehead against the cool wood of the door, taking a deep, shuddering breath. Looking down at the obvious tent in my pants, I groaned in frustration.
Cockblocked. I just got cockblocked by my own fucking stepdad.
"Natalia, honey! How was your shopping trip?" Kimiko's cheerful voice drifted from the living room. "Would you like some popcorn? We're about to start the movie!"
A family movie night. You have got to be kidding me.
I glared at the ceiling. ZEUS! I know this was you, you perverted thunderbolt-chucking asshole!
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MY SCUMBAG SYSTEMC43: Quest Complete: Operation Stealth Orgasm
Chapter 43: Quest Complete: Operation Stealth Orgasm
I stood frozen in the hallway, trying to regain some semblance of composure. My erection strained painfully against my pants, demanding attention it wasn't going to get. Deep breaths. Think about gross things.
Mystery meat Monday at the orphanage, the gray-brown slop that smelled like wet dog and stuck to the roof of your mouth like congealed despair.
Intestinal parasites squirming through diseased intestines, their pale bodies writhing in necrotic tissue like maggots in month-old meat.
Zeus in a neon yellow thong, hairy ass cheeks jiggling as he twerked on Apollo's throne, sweat glistening in every fold and crevice of his immortal body.
That last one definitely did the trick. Nothing kills arousal quite like divine ass-clapping.
When I finally walked into the living room, Natalia was already seated on the couch, her face a mask of forced calm despite her disheveled appearance and the flush still coloring her cheeks. Her hair was hastily finger-combed, lipstick slightly smudged at one corner like a painter's mistake on otherwise flawless canvas. Kimiko bustled around the kitchen area, humming softly as she prepared a massive bowl of popcorn, the buttery aroma filling the air, while Luka fiddled with the remote control of their theater-sized screen, muttering about "damn technology" and "unnecessary updates" under his breath.
"There he is!" Luka boomed, his face lighting up when he spotted me, like a golden retriever seeing its favorite human. He waved me over enthusiastically, nearly knocking over a lamp in his excitement. "Come on, son! We're watching Manta-Man 4! The one where he fights the Gate-spawn kraken! It's got the best special effects in the franchise!"
I plastered on a smile that felt more like a grimace. "Great. Can't wait. Sounds... thrilling." About as thrilling as dental surgery without anesthesia.
Natalia shot me a look that mixed desperation, frustration, and something that resembled a silent apology. Her eyes darted meaningfully toward her parents, then back to me, communicating volumes in that micro-expression. I gave her an almost imperceptible nod. Message received. We were both prisoners of family movie night now, trapped in domestic hell with raging hormones and no escape. The universe's cruelest cock-block.
"I heard you two had a productive shopping day," Kimiko said, bringing over the enormous popcorn bowl that smelled enticingly of butter and salt, the kernels glistening under the living room lights. "Did you find everything you needed for the gala? I was worried you might struggle with the gala's dress code."
"Yep," I answered, reluctantly taking a seat on the couch, making sure to leave a respectable gap between myself and Natalia—a chasm of propriety that felt like miles after how close we'd been minutes ago. "Got a nice suit. Natalia helped me pick it out. She was... very hands-on with the process." I couldn't resist the double entendre, watching from the corner of my eye as Natalia's fingers clenched around a throw pillow.
"She's got a good eye," Luka said proudly, settling in beside Kimiko on the opposite end of the couch, his massive arm draping comfortably around her shoulders like a protective mantle. "Takes after her mother in that way. Always knew what looked best. You should have seen Kimiko when we first met—could spot a quality outfit from a hundred yards."
The movie started with a thunderous musical score and a montage of the previous films' highlights. Manta-Man swimming effortlessly through oceanic Gates, his blue-scaled body cutting through water like a living torpedo. Manta-Man punching sea monsters with his glowing blue fists, each impact sending shockwaves through the water. Manta-Man passionately kissing a woman with delicate gills along her neck, their embrace surrounded by bioluminescent fish. Real high-brow entertainment for the intellectual elite. Shakespeare was clearly shaking in his grave.
I couldn't have cared less about the movie. My body was still humming with unfulfilled desire, a low electrical current running just beneath my skin, and Natalia's proximity wasn't helping matters. She sat ramrod straight, staring fixedly at the screen but clearly seeing nothing, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths like she'd just run a sprint. Every few seconds, she'd shift slightly, crossing and uncrossing her legs beneath her skirt, a restless energy she couldn't contain.
"You two look chilly after your long day out," Kimiko observed with motherly concern, reaching behind the couch with the intuition only a parent possesses. She pulled out a large, plush blanket and tossed it over our laps with practiced ease. "There you go! Nothing better than a cozy blanket for movie night! I always say comfort is essential for a good viewing experience."
"Thanks," Natalia mumbled, arranging the blanket over her legs, fingers nervously smoothing the fabric across her thighs in repetitive, anxious motions.
On screen, Manta-Man was delivering some hackneyed speech about responsibility and ocean conservation while dramatic music swelled behind his words. I tuned it out, my mind replaying those heated moments at the front door in vivid detail. The way Natalia had practically climbed me like a tree, her legs wrapped around my waist. Those breathy little moans right against my ear. How close we'd been to—
A hand landed on my knee.
I stiffened, glancing sideways at Natalia. She was still staring straight ahead, her expression frozen in fake attention, but a telltale pink flush had crept up her neck like watercolor bleeding across paper. Her fingers squeezed my knee gently, a question and invitation in that simple pressure.
Was she serious? With her father literally five feet away? The man who could absorb kinetic energy and redirect it—potentially into my face?
I looked at Luka and Kimiko. They were completely absorbed in the movie, Kimiko's head resting on Luka's shoulder, his arm wrapped around her in a picture of domestic bliss. They might as well have been in another dimension.
On screen, Manta-Man was having a quiet moment with his love interest. Soft, sentimental music played as they gazed into each other's eyes on a moonlit beach, the fake CGI waves lapping gently at their feet. The lighting in our living room dimmed automatically in response to the darker scene, creating pockets of shadow across the room.
Natalia's fingers tightened on my knee, then slowly began to inch upward, leaving a trail of heat through the fabric of my pants.
Well, well, Princess. You want to play? In a game this dangerous?
\[ALERT: A SPONTANEOUS HIGH-RISK SCENARIO HAS BEEN DETECTED.\]
\[NEW SIDE QUEST ISSUED: The Climax Commando\]
\[OBJECTIVE: Bring Natalia Kuzmina to a full orgasm before the movie's end credits roll.\]
\[CONSTRAINT: Do not alert Luka Kuzmina or Kimiko Nakano.\]
\[REWARD: 1x Guaranteed GOLD+ Gacha Ticket.\]
\[PENALTY FOR FAILURE OR DETECTION: Acute Penile Hypersensitivity (Duration: 4 hours). Every brush of fabric will feel like sandpaper.\]
\[Accept?\]
Accept.
One hour and thirty-seven minutes remained in the movie.
I placed my hand over Natalia's, interlacing our fingers. She jumped slightly at the contact, her eyes still fixed on the screen. I squeezed gently, letting her know I was game. Her fingers tightened in response.
Slowly, I released her hand and let my own begin a casual journey up her inner thigh. Her breath caught, but she didn't pull away. Instead, her legs parted slightly, granting me better access.
On screen, Manta-Man was now fighting a kraken. The volume had increased dramatically, with explosions and battle music providing excellent cover.
My hand crept higher, tracing lazy circles on her inner thigh. She shifted slightly, angling her body toward me while maintaining the appearance of watching the movie. Her own hand moved to my thigh, mimicking my movements with surprising boldness.
"This is the best part," Luka said excitedly, leaning forward. "The kraken has seven different types of venom! Each tentacle is a different color!"
"That doesn't make any biological sense," Kimiko replied.
Their commentary gave me cover to lean closer to Natalia. "You're playing a dangerous game, Princess," I whispered, my lips barely moving.
"You started it," she breathed back, her fingers inching higher on my leg.
"Popcorn, kids?" Kimiko called, leaning forward with the bowl extended toward us.
We both froze, hands stilling under the blanket. I reached out with my free hand, taking a handful of popcorn with a smile that I hoped didn't look as strained as it felt.
"Thanks, Mom."
Kimiko settled back against Luka, and I exhaled quietly. Then I felt Natalia's hand move directly to the front of my sweatpants, her fingers tracing the outline of my erection through the fabric.
Two could play at that game. My hand slid the final distance, fingers brushing against the damp lace of her panties. She was already soaked, her body fully primed from our earlier encounter. She let out a tiny, choked gasp and quickly buried her face against my shoulder to muffle the sound.
"You okay over there?" Luka called, glancing our way.
"She's just tired," I answered smoothly. "Long day of shopping."
"Mmhmm," Natalia mumbled into my shoulder, selling the exhaustion angle.
Luka nodded, returning his attention to the movie.
Under the blanket, I pushed the lace aside, sliding my fingers along her slick folds. She was burning hot and ready, her hips subtly rolling against my hand. I found her clit and circled it slowly, applying just enough pressure to make her shudder.
Her hand tightened around my shaft through my sweatpants, her grip firm. She began stroking me through the fabric, timing her movements to match mine.
"I didn't expect the villain to be the Vice Admiral," Kimiko commented, munching on popcorn. "That was a good twist."
"I knew it from the beginning," Luka replied proudly. "His eyebrows were too evil."
Their mundane conversation about the movie created a surreal backdrop to what was happening under the blanket. Here we were, mutually masturbating each other while our parents discussed the nuances of eyebrow-based villainy.
The movie entered its final act. Explosions rocked the sound system as Manta-Man and the Vice Admiral faced off on an oil rig during a storm. The room flashed with the reflected light of on-screen lightning strikes.
The quest timer showed twenty minutes remaining. Time to finish this.
I drew on my [Intermediate Kama Sutra] knowledge, changing my technique to focus on her most sensitive spots. I slipped one finger inside her while my thumb continued to work her clit with renewed purpose.
Natalia's body went rigid. Her hand on my cock stilled as she lost focus. Her breathing became shallow and quick, her face pressed hard against my chest to muffle any sounds. I felt her thighs begin to tremble.
"You've got this," I whispered into her hair. "Let go for me, Princess."
Her telekinesis started to leak as she lost control. The popcorn in the bowl vibrated slightly. A glass on the coffee table slid an inch to the left. I placed my free hand on her head, stroking her hair in what appeared to be a brotherly gesture but was actually a warning: Keep it together or we're busted.
On screen, Manta-Man gathered his power for a final attack. The music swelled dramatically. The villain monologued about his evil plan. The usual superhero finale garbage.
I curled my finger inside her, hitting exactly the right spot while increasing pressure on her clit. Her entire body went taut as a bowstring. She bit down on my shoulder through my shirt, hard enough to leave marks, as a massive explosion filled the screen.
The sound covered her muffled cry perfectly as she came, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around my finger. Her whole body shuddered with the force of her orgasm, her telekinesis causing the blanket to ripple slightly despite her efforts to control it.
Then she went completely limp against me, trembling and boneless.
[QUEST COMPLETE!]
[1x GOLD+ Gacha Ticket has been added to your inventory.]
[Congratulations! Your Seduction Progress with Natalia Kuzmina has reached 99%.]
The credits began to roll, and the lights came up slightly. I subtly readjusted the blanket to better cover Natalia's disheveled state.
"What a great ending!" Luka exclaimed, stretching his arms overhead. "Though I think the second one had a better villain."
"The third one had the strongest environmental message," Kimiko added, gathering empty popcorn bowls. "But this one had better special effects."
"What did you two think?" Luka asked, turning toward us.
Natalia was still half-collapsed against me, her face flushed, her breathing uneven. I tightened my arm around her shoulders protectively.
"I think she fell asleep," I said with a smile.
"Poor thing," Kimiko said, her expression softening. "You should help her to bed, Satori."
"I got her," I agreed, already planning exactly how I'd "help" her to bed once our parents were out of sight.
"Natalia always could sleep through anything," Luka laughed. "Even as a kid, she'd conk out in the middle of movies."
Natalia stirred against me, finally lifting her head. Her eyes were unfocused, her lips swollen from biting them. She looked thoroughly debauched, but in the dim light of the credits, it was passing for sleepiness.
"I missed the ending," she mumbled, her voice hoarse.
"The good guys won," I told her.
"Let's get you to bed," I said, standing up and offering her my hand. My own need was still painfully unmet, but the night was young.
"Good night, kids," Kimiko called. "We're heading out early tomorrow to meet with some of Luka's guild members, so we probably won't see you until dinner."
"Don't worry about breakfast," Luka added. "We'll grab something on the way."
Perfect. A whole day alone with Natalia.
"Night, Mom. Night, Dad," I replied, helping Natalia to her feet. She was unsteady, her legs still weak from her orgasm.
As I guided her down the hallway toward our bedrooms, her arm wrapped around my waist for support, she leaned up to whisper in my ear.
"Your turn next," she promised, her voice a husky purr that sent a shiver down my spine.
I smiled, tightening my grip on her waist. "I'm counting on it, Princess."
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Chapter 44: The Tsundere Gag Reflex is a Feature, Not a Bug
I guided Natalia into my bedroom, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist. Her body still trembled slightly against mine, the aftershocks of her orgasm making her unsteady on her feet. I closed the door behind us with a soft click that felt like the sealing of a pact.
"Wait here," I whispered, leaving her swaying slightly in the center of the room.
The only illumination came from the city lights filtering through my half-drawn blinds, painting everything in muted blues and purples. I moved to my sound system and pulled up my phone, connecting to the speakers. A few taps later, a heavy bass line poured from the speakers, the volume cranked high enough that I could feel it vibrating through the floorboards.
Slow, sensual R&B filled the room, the kind of music that was basically sex translated into sound. The singer's voice was low and rough, promising filthy things over the thrumming bass.
Natalia blinked at me, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. "What are you doing? Why is it so loud?"
"Because you're a screamer, Princess."
Her face instantly flushed crimson, visible even in the low light. "I-I am not! I was... I was quiet!"
"Sure you were," I drawled, my eyes never leaving hers. "That's why you bit my shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks."
Her embarrassment shifted to indignation. She planted her hands on my chest and pushed, forcing me back until my legs hit the edge of the bed.
"You think I can't handle you?" Her voice aimed for dominance but wavered slightly. "I'll show you."
I leaned back on my hands, regarding her with amused expectation. The bass thrummed through the mattress beneath me, a primal heartbeat matching my own.
"Then show me, Princess."
I slowly took off my sweatpants, freeing my erection. In the dim light, I watched her eyes widen. A soft, involuntary gulp escaped her throat as she stared down at me.
"See something you like?" I taunted softly.
She swallowed again, her throat bobbing. "Shut up," she whispered, but the command lacked her usual bite.
Natalia knelt between my legs. She'd probably seen this in videos, read about it in those trashy romance novels she thought no one knew she had stashed under her bed, but the reality was clearly overwhelming her.
Her fingers trembled slightly as they brushed against the tip of my cock. The contact sent a jolt through me, and I hissed through my teeth. She flinched at my reaction, her eyes darting up to gauge my expression.
"It's so hot," she murmured, surprised.
Then she leaned in, her tongue darting out for a tentative lick. Her eyes widened again.
She tried to take me into her mouth, her lips stretching around my girth. She managed barely an inch before gagging, pulling back with a choked cough.
"Gack!" She spluttered, tears springing to her eyes from the reflex. She glared up at me, her cheeks flushed with shame and frustration. "It's... it's just abnormally large! How is anyone supposed to—"
She cut herself off, too proud to admit defeat.
I chuckled, the sound low and dark. "Use your hands, Princess. You're a telekinetic. You should have excellent fine motor control." I couldn't help the teasing tone, especially when she blushed harder at the suggestion.
Taking my advice, Natalia wrapped one hand around the base while focusing her attention on the tip with her mouth. Her movements were clumsy and uncoordinated. She bumped her teeth against me.
"Sorry," she mumbled against my skin, the vibration of her voice sending shivers up my spine.
The room filled with wet, sloppy sounds. Obscene noises, barely masked by the music. And yet... her earnest, clumsy focus was anything but. The contradiction was intoxicating. She gradually found a rhythm, her movements beginning to match the beat of the music pulsing through the room.
I let my head fall back, a groan escaping my throat. My hips began to buck involuntarily, matching her pace. Her efforts grew more confident with each sound she pulled from me. I could feel her smile around me, a flash of triumph at making me lose control.
Emboldened by my reactions, she tried to take me deeper, her hand guiding me toward her throat. She managed about half before her gag reflex kicked in again, but this time she fought through it, her throat muscles working around me.
"Fuck," I growled, my control slipping.
A month of celibacy in this body, weeks of planning and maneuvering, days of teasing and tension—it all came crashing down to this moment. The sight of proud, cold Natalia on her knees, purple hair falling around her face as she serviced me, was too much.
My hand shot down, tangling in her hair and gripping a thick handful at the base of her skull. I wasn't gentle anymore. This wasn't about guiding her—it was about taking what I needed.
"That's it, Princess," I said roughly. "You wanted this. You're so close."
As I felt my orgasm building, instinct took over. I thrust my hips forward while pulling her head down, burying myself to the hilt in her throat. Her eyes flew open in panic, a muffled scream vibrating around my cock.
"Take it all," I commanded through gritted teeth. "Every fucking drop."
I held her head firmly in place as I came. The release was violent and explosive after weeks of tension. Hot, thick ropes pulsed directly down her throat, filling her mouth when she tried to pull back. My thumb pressed under her chin, forcing the swallow reflex.
A soft, choked gulp came from her throat as she struggled to swallow it all, her eyes watering, her make-up smearing down her cheeks.
When the last waves of pleasure subsided, I finally released her. Natalia collapsed to the side, landing on the floor beside the bed. She was a complete mess—coughing, sputtering, tears and saliva and cum mingling on her chin. Her expression was dazed, shocked, her usual sharp edges completely rounded off.
I reached down, gently wiping her mouth with my thumb. "Good girl," I said, my voice rough with satisfaction. "You took every last drop."
I pulled her up from the floor and into my lap on the bed, holding her trembling body against my chest. She didn't resist, didn't snap back with a cutting remark or push me away. The tsundere was gone. The pride was gone. All that remained was a dazed, compliant girl, completely and utterly mine.
The System notification appeared in my peripheral vision:
\[QUEST COMPLETE: SEDUCTION AND CORRUPTION OF NATALIA KUZMINA: 100%\]
\[REWARD: 250 SCHEMA POINTS ADDED\]
\[SPECIAL BONUS: TRAIT UNLOCKED - "CONSORT'S TOUCH" - TARGET WILL EXPERIENCE 30% INCREASED PLEASURE FROM YOUR CONTACT\]
\[NEW CATEGORY UNLOCKED - ENSEMBLE\]
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MY SCUMBAG SYSTEMC45: Her Aspect Screams My Name Too
Chapter 45: Her Aspect Screams My Name Too
I dismissed the notification, focusing instead on the girl in my arms. Her breathing was evening out, her body relaxing against mine.
"You okay?" I asked, stroking her hair.
She nodded against my chest, then looked up at me with those violet eyes, now clear and focused again. "That was... intense."
"Too much?" I kept my voice neutral, though I already knew the answer.
"No," she whispered, then stronger: "No. I wanted it. I want... more."
I smiled, brushing my thumb across her bottom lip. "There's plenty more, Princess."
I laid her back on the bed, positioning myself above her. My cock was already hardening again, the new Mysticism trait working its magic on my stamina. Natalia's eyes widened as she noticed.
"Already?"
"We're just getting started," I promised, trailing my fingers down her body to the waistband of her shorts. "I want to hear you scream my name until your voice gives out."
She shivered at my words, her legs parting instinctively. "The music..."
"Won't be loud enough," I finished for her, tugging her shorts down her legs. "But it'll have to do."
I settled between her thighs, taking in the sight of her spread out beneath me. In the faint city light, her skin glowed like porcelain, marred only by the marks I'd left on her neck and collarbone the night before. The physical evidence of my claim on her filled me with savage satisfaction.
"You're beautiful," I told her, and meant it. For all that this had started as a mission, a quest to be completed, I couldn't deny the genuine desire I felt for her now.
She reached up, pulling me down for a kiss that tasted of her submission and my release. Her hands roamed over my chest, exploring the body that had changed so dramatically over the past month.
"I want you," she whispered against my lips. "All of you."
I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling the heat and wetness that told me she was more than ready. I pushed forward, just enough for her to feel the pressure.
"This might hurt," I warned, surprising myself with the genuine concern in my voice.
She nodded, her eyes locked on mine. "I know. I don't care."
In one smooth thrust, I pushed inside her, breaking through the barrier of her virginity. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders, her back arching off the bed. I stilled, giving her time to adjust to the intrusion.
"Breathe," I murmured, kissing away the tears that had formed at the corners of her eyes.
After a moment, her body relaxed, the pain gradually subsiding like waves receding from shore. She shifted her hips experimentally, testing the unfamiliar sensation of our bodies joined together, and I couldn't suppress the primal groan that escaped my throat as her inner walls clenched around me.
"Move," she commanded, a brilliant flash of her usual imperious tone cutting through her vulnerability. Her eyes locked with mine, pupils dilated with desire. "Please, Satori."
Hearing that word—"please"—from those proud lips sent a surge of raw power coursing through my veins. I began to move inside her, establishing a steady, deliberate rhythm that had her gasping with each deep thrust. The bed protested beneath our weight, the ornate headboard thumping rhythmically against the wall, creating a percussion track to accompany the music still playing softly in the background.
Her telekinesis flared involuntarily with her mounting pleasure, objects throughout the lavish bedroom trembling and lifting slightly off surfaces. Pens rolled across her desk, picture frames tilted, and her collection of expensive perfume bottles danced precariously at the edge of her vanity. The sight of her formidable power responding unconsciously to my touch was utterly intoxicating.
"Look at you," I whispered against her ear, gradually increasing my pace, feeling her heat and wetness enveloping me completely. "The great Natalia Kuzmina, losing control because of me."
"Shut up," she moaned, but there was no real resistance behind the words. Her eyes were half-closed in bliss, her perfect lips parted as shallow breaths escaped her. Sweat glistened across her flushed skin, purple hair splayed against the silk pillows like a royal crown.
I reached between our joined bodies, finding her swollen clit with my thumb. She jerked violently at the contact, a startled, vulnerable cry escaping her throat.
"Say it," I demanded. "Say you're mine."
She bit her lower lip hard enough to leave marks, fighting her surrender even now, at the edge of ecstasy. I pressed harder, my hips driving into her with increasing force, the sound of skin against skin filling the room.
"Say it, Natalia."
"I'm yours," she finally gasped, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around me as she approached her peak. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours!"
Her orgasm crashed through her like a devastating tsunami, her entire body convulsing beneath mine in waves of pleasure. Her telekinesis exploded outward in a psychic shockwave, sending books flying off shelves, knocking over expensive lamps, and rattling the windows in their frames. The cacophony of objects crashing to the floor was completely drowned out by her unrestrained scream of ecstasy, which tore from her throat despite her desperate attempts to muffle it against my shoulder.
The sight of her coming apart, the feel of her pulsing around me, triggered my own release. I buried myself deep inside her, filling her with hot spurts of cum. In that moment, the conquest was complete.
As we lay tangled together afterward, both of us sweaty and spent, I felt something unexpected: a sense of genuine satisfaction that went beyond completing a quest. I stroked her hair as she nestled against my chest, her breathing slowing as she drifted toward sleep.
"Satori?" she murmured drowsily.
"Hmm?"
"Is this... are we...?" She couldn't seem to find the words.
I kissed the top of her head. "Go to sleep, Princess. We'll figure it out tomorrow."
As she fell asleep in my arms, I stared at the ceiling, contemplating my next move. The entrance exams were approaching. New challenges awaited. But for now, I had accomplished what I set out to do.
Natalia Kuzmina was mine.
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MY SCUMBAG SYSTEMC46: A Day of Firsts (And Seconds, and Thirds...)
Chapter 46: A Day of Firsts (And Seconds, and Thirds...)
Something wet and warm enveloped my cock, pulling me from a deep, dreamless sleep. My eyes fluttered open to the sight of purple hair spilled across my thighs like expensive silk. Natalia knelt between my legs, her lips wrapped around me with a confidence she definitely hadn't possessed last night.
Holy shit.
Her tongue swirled around the head, her hand gripping the base with just the right amount of pressure. The wet sounds of her mouth working me filled the quiet room. I groaned, fisting the sheets beneath me.
Natalia's eyes opened at the sound, violet irises locking with mine. Without releasing me, she hummed, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up my spine.
"Mmmphhh... wake up, sleepyhead," she mumbled around my cock, her voice muffled but unmistakably bratty. "I'm hungry."
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, her head bobbing at a steady rhythm. She took me deeper with each downward stroke, her throat working to accommodate my size. The wet, obscene sounds grew louder.
"Fuck," I hissed, my hips bucking involuntarily. "Where did you learn to—"
She pulled back just as I was about to finish, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of my cock. Her face was flushed, lips swollen and glistening.
"Not yet," she said, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "I want you inside me. Now."
"Is that right?" I growled, grabbing her wrists and flipping our positions. She squealed in surprise, landing on her back with me looming over her. "Since when do you get to make demands, Princess?"
Her eyes flashed with that familiar defiance, even as her body arched toward mine. "Since I woke up with your cum still inside me and decided I wanted more."
Jesus Christ, that mouth on her.
I seized her by the waist and lifted her off the bed. Her legs wrapped around me instinctively, her arms looping around my neck. She laughed—a wild, uninhibited sound I'd never heard from her before. Her hair was a tangled mess, her neck and collarbone marked with evidence of last night's activities.
She was perfect.
"Where are we going?" she asked as I carried her out of the bedroom.
"Everywhere," I promised, heading for the living room. "Starting with that couch where your daddy interrupted us."
Her body tensed at the mention of her father, but the way her legs clenched told me everything I needed to know. The little deviant liked the danger.
I tossed her onto the couch—the same one where we'd engaged in our risky game of stealth orgasms just hours ago. She bounced once, her bare tits jiggling with the movement. I grabbed her ankles and yanked her to the edge of the cushion, positioning myself between her spread legs.
"Wait," she gasped, her hand pressing against my chest. "Are my parents really gone?"
"Dad had that conference, remember? They left at dawn." I leaned down, hovering just above her lips. "We have the whole place to ourselves until tonight."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
I slid into her with one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Her back arched off the couch, a strangled cry tearing from her throat.
"Oh god," she moaned, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. "So full..."
I hooked her legs over my shoulders, folding her nearly in half as I began to pound into her. The new angle let me hit spots that had her eyes rolling back in her head.
"Harder! Fuck me harder, Satori!"
Who was I to deny such a polite request? I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh hard enough to leave marks, and increased my pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, accompanied by the wet squelch of her arousal and the protests of the couch cushions beneath us.
"Is this what you wanted?" I grunted, driving into her with enough force to shove the couch back a few inches. "To be fucked like a whore on your daddy's expensive furniture?"
"Yes!" she cried, her hands flailing for purchase against the smooth leather. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop!"
Her telekinesis flared with her mounting pleasure, the coffee table scraping across the floor without anyone touching it. A vase of flowers wobbled dangerously before toppling over, water spilling across the polished surface.
I felt my orgasm building, that familiar tightening at the base of my spine. Rather than finish inside her again, I pulled out abruptly and stroked myself over her prone body. Thick ropes of cum splashed across her stomach and tits.
Natalia looked down at herself, covered in my release, and a look of pure, debauched satisfaction crossed her face. She ran a finger through the mess on her stomach and brought it to her lips, sucking it clean while maintaining eye contact.
"Fuck, you're going to kill me," I muttered, already feeling my cock stirring again thanks to my new Mysticism trait.
"Not before I get what I want," she replied, pushing herself up from the couch. My cum dripped down her torso as she moved, leaving a trail across the leather.
I caught her hand and led her to the kitchen. Without warning, I lifted her onto the cold marble countertop. She gasped at the temperature against her bare skin.
"Turn around," I ordered, spinning her so she faced away from me. "Hands on the counter."
She complied, bending forward and bracing herself on the marble. Her ass was raised invitingly, her pussy glistening with arousal. In this position, she could see our reflection in the gleaming stainless steel of the refrigerator door.
I stepped behind her and pushed in slowly, savoring the tight heat of her. Once fully seated, I grabbed a fistful of her purple hair and pulled her head back.
"Watch," I commanded, nodding toward their reflection. "Watch me fuck you."
Her eyes, heavy-lidded with lust, fixed on the warped image of our bodies in the steel surface. I began to move, my hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. The wet sounds of our coupling echoed in the kitchen.
"Who does this pussy belong to?" I growled in her ear, keeping a firm grip on her hair.
"You," she moaned, her fingernails scraping against the marble. "It's yours, Satori. Only yours!"
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MY SCUMBAG SYSTEMC47: The Scumbag's Origin Story (For Her Eyes Only)
Chapter 47: The Scumbag's Origin Story (For Her Eyes Only)
The counter shook with the force of my thrusts, items rattling on the surface. A jar of utensils toppled over, spoons and spatulas clattering to the floor. Neither of us cared.
"Look at you," I said, my free hand reaching around to pinch her nipple. "The mighty telekinetic prodigy, reduced to a moaning mess on a kitchen counter."
"Shut up," she gasped, but there was no heat in her words. Her body betrayed her, pushing back against me, seeking more friction, more depth.
I felt my second climax approaching and increased my pace, the sound of flesh on flesh growing louder. With a final thrust, I buried myself deep inside her and came, filling her with my seed. She collapsed forward onto the counter, her body trembling with aftershocks.
When she tried to stand, her legs buckled. I caught her before she could fall, scooping her into my arms.
"Bathroom," she mumbled against my chest. "I need to clean up."
I carried her to the bathroom, setting her gently on her feet while I turned on the shower. Steam quickly filled the glass enclosure. I guided her inside, supporting her weight as she leaned heavily against me.
"Are you okay?" I asked, genuinely concerned at her sudden limpness.
She nodded, her eyes closed as the hot water cascaded over her body. "Just... never felt like this before."
I grabbed a bottle of her expensive body wash and poured some into my palm. Starting with her shoulders, I worked the soap into a lather, my hands moving in slow, gentle circles across her skin. I paid special attention to the marks I'd left—the finger-shaped bruises on her hips, the love bites on her neck and breasts.
"You're going to have to wear a turtleneck to the gala," I observed, thumbing a particularly dark hickey just above her collarbone.
She smiled lazily, her eyes still closed. "Worth it."
When my hands dipped between her legs, she hissed, sensitive from our earlier activities. I cleaned her gently, washing away the evidence of our passion.
"I can't believe we did that," she murmured, finally opening her eyes to look at me. "On the couch... the kitchen... if my father knew..."
I silenced her with a kiss, softer than the ones we'd shared before. She melted against me, her arms wrapping around my neck. The hot water continued to pour over us as the kiss deepened, slow and languid, a stark contrast to the frantic coupling of earlier.
"Again?" she whispered against my lips, feeling my erection pressing against her stomach.
"If you want," I replied, giving her the choice.
She nodded, turning to face the tiled wall. I pressed up behind her, one hand braced on the wall, the other guiding myself to her entrance. I entered her slowly this time, a gentle slide that had us both sighing with pleasure.
Our movements were synchronized, unhurried, almost reverent. Her head fell back against my shoulder, her eyes closed, mouth slightly open as small sounds of pleasure escaped her lips. The steam swirled around us, creating a private world of heat and sensation.
I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her tight against me as we moved together. My lips found her neck, trailing kisses along the damp skin. She reached back, her hand tangling in my hair, holding me there.
"Satori," she breathed, her inner walls beginning to pulse around me. "I'm close."
"Let go," I murmured against her ear. "I've got you."
Her orgasm washed over her like a gentle wave, her body shuddering in my arms. The feeling of her clenching around me triggered my own release, and I came with a low groan, my face buried in the crook of her neck.
We stayed like that for a moment, connected, the water washing over our joined bodies, before finally separating. I washed her hair, massaging her scalp with firm fingers, then let her do the same for me. It was strangely intimate, this mundane act of bathing together.
After drying off, we retreated to my bedroom, collapsing onto the sheets in a tangle of limbs. The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting warm stripes across our bodies. Natalia's head rested on my chest, her finger idly tracing patterns on my skin.
"Satori," she said after a long silence, her voice serious.
"Hmm?"
She propped herself up on an elbow, looking down at me with those penetrating violet eyes. "What are you?"
I stiffened beneath her. "What do you mean?"
Her finger traced a slow circle around my nipple. "You know what I mean. This," she gestured vaguely at my body, "isn't normal. The way you changed. Your fire. Your ice. The things you know." Her violet eyes locked with mine. "No one just wakes up at eighteen with an Aspect."
Shit. I'd been dreading this moment. The "late bloomer" excuse had worked when we were just step-siblings who tolerated each other. It was flimsy then, but it had served its purpose. Now, after what we'd shared, after I'd been inside her, after she'd screamed my name... that excuse was as worthless as a condom with a hole in it.
She deserved a better lie. A bigger lie. A lie so grand she'd want to believe it.
The System was a broadcast for the gods, and my power grew with every woman I brought into the story. But Natalia... she couldn't just be another conquest, another brick in the wall. If I told her that, she'd turn my bones to dust. She needed to feel essential. The keystone. The very first pillar upon which everything else would be built.
It was perfect. Grand enough to explain my powers, flattering enough to—
"Satori?"
I blinked, realizing I'd been silent for too long. Natalia pushed herself up, crossing her arms over her bare breasts in a hilariously ineffective gesture of modesty. Her lower lip jutted out in that adorable pout I was coming to know well.
"You're quiet," she said, her voice small. She pulled away just enough to look at me, her confidence wavering. "Was I... not what you expected?"
"Never that, Princess," I murmured against her lips. "I was just figuring out how to tell you the truth without sounding insane."
As I held her, something shifted inside me. The lie I'd crafted wasn't just a manipulation anymore. It felt like truth. I wasn't just a survivor playing a game. I was a sovereign building a kingdom.
I deserved the power. I deserved the women.
I deserved it all.
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