My Scumbag System Chapter 444: Three Little Words (Not Those Three)

"I’m not—oh fuck—" That final word escaped in a gasp as I gripped tighter, my fingers sinking into her yielding flesh.

"You want me to put you in your place." I pressed close, whispering right against her ear. "You want to push back so I have an excuse to push harder. You want to feel what happens when you misbehave."

Her breaths came out ragged. "That’s not—I don’t—"

I delivered a spank.

Fierce.

The sharp crack resounded across the room.

Maki’s body locked up tight. Her lips parted in a soundless gasp. Her nails raked over the wooden desk.

Then came her whimper.

"Oh." Her voice trembled. "You just—that was—I can’t believe you—"

Another spank from me. Right on the same spot. Matching force.

She lurched ahead, her thighs quivering as she pressed back into me.

"You’re wet."

"I’m not!" Yet her denial broke with a crack.

My hand slipped between her thighs, discovering the evidence. Slick. Burning. Dripping already.

"Liar."

"Okay fine!" Her hands clutched my shoulders, cheeks aflame. "Maybe I am! A little! But that’s just because you surprised me and I’m very sensitive right now and it’s been forever since anyone—"

Two fingers plunged inside her.

Her speech halted at once. Her head snapped back. Her mouth formed a flawless O.

"This is what good girls get." I bent my fingers, striking that spot which sent her body spasming. "Rewards. Pleasure. Everything they need."

"Master—" The word barely escaped her lips.

"But if you lie to me again..." I pulled my fingers out fully, leaving her empty and clenching.

Her cry was nothing short of heartbreaking.

"That’s not fair!"

"Life isn’t fair." I cleaned my hand on her borrowed shirt, wiping across her belly. "But I can be. If you behave."

Frustration and raw hunger warred in her gaze as her chest rose and fell rapidly.

"What do you want from me?"

"Honesty. Obedience. Loyalty." My fingers thrust back in, drawing a sharp gasp. "Admit what you are."

"I’m your familiar—"

"Not that." A third finger joined, stretching her wide. "The other thing."

Her flush deepened from pink to scarlet. "I don’t know what you—"

My free hand spanked her once more while the other kept pumping inside.

This time her cry rang out loud enough for anyone below to hear.

"Say it."

"I can’t—it’s embarrassing—"

Yet another spank. Even harder.

She sobbed as her walls gripped my fingers desperately.

"I like it!" The admission exploded from her in a rush. "I like when you punish me and spank me and tell me I’m bad because it makes me so wet and I know it’s weird and wrong but I can’t help it and please Master please don’t stop I’ll be good I promise I’ll be so good just please—"

"There we go."

My fingers curled once more, targeting that sensitive spot as my thumb circled her clit.

She shattered completely.

Her back bowed sharply. Nails broke skin on my shoulders. A scream tore from her throat, muffled only because my free hand clamped over her mouth.

Hot liquid gushed over my palm. Once. Twice. Her form shuddering with every wave.

Once she collapsed limp, I drew my fingers free and wiped them on the shirt again.

She sagged into me, gasping for air.

"That was..." Words failed her.

"Your reward for honesty."

"I want that reward all the time." Dazed eyes lifted to mine. "Can I have it all the time? Please?"

"Earn it."

She nodded with keen eagerness. "I’ll be good. I promise. The goodest girl. You won’t even recognize how good I’m being."

"We’ll see."

From downstairs, Natalia’s voice pierced the floor. Piercing. Authoritative.

Maki’s ears twitched alertly. "Ooh, is that the cold one? Can I meet her? I bet she’s fun. Does she bite? I hope she bites."

"Stay here."

"But—"

"Maki."

She wilted right away. "Fine. But you owe me pets when you get back. Lots of pets. And maybe breakfast. Do you have tuna? I love tuna. Or salmon. Salmon’s good too. Really any fish is—"

I seized her face and claimed her lips.

Brief. Intense. Just a hint of Nectar to silence her.

Pulling away, I saw her wide-eyed stare and foolish grin.

"You taste even better than you smell."

"Stay. Here."

"Yes Master." Her tone turned dreamy. Compliant.

Progress.

I moved toward the door, then halted. "And Maki?"

"Mm?"

"Can you transform into a cat?"

The query snapped her from the fog. She blinked, cocking her head nearly sideways.

"Of course I can. I’m a bakeneko." She stated it like asking if water was wet. "Did you think these were just accessories?"

Her ears flicked, as if to demonstrate their reality.

"Show me."

Maki's face beamed with excitement. "You want to see? Really? Most masters only crave the human shape because, you know—" She waved dramatically at her figure with flair. "The goods."

"I want to see all your forms."

"Well, I've only got two. It's not like I'm some fancy kitsune with nine transformations and illusion magic." She rolled her eyes. "Show-offs, the lot of them."

Barefoot, she hopped down from the desk onto the wooden planks. My shirt draped loosely over her petite build like a tent down to mid-thigh.

"Okay, watch closely. This is the cool part."

Maki shut her eyes tight. At first, nothing stirred. Then her silhouette wavered, as if seen through rising heat haze from scorching pavement. Her body shrank swiftly, wrapped in swirling shadows, until the shirt crumpled into a pile on the floor.

In Maki's former spot stood a graceful black cat bearing two tails. Larger than a regular housecat—roughly the size of a small dog—it possessed those same mesmerizing hazel-gold eyes with slit pupils. Its fur shone sleek and impeccably groomed, devouring light instead of mirroring it.

"Mrow?"

She trotted over the floor and nuzzled my leg, her dual tails coiling round my ankle. I knelt low and held out my hand. She pressed her head into my palm, insisting on affection.

Scratching behind her ears, I triggered an instant purr—as booming as in her human guise, which felt utterly impossible for such a little animal.

"This could be useful," I muttered softly.

Maki meowed once more before shifting back amid the identical blurring haze. Abruptly, a nude girl knelt before me, peering up with an eager grin.

"So? What do you think? Pretty cool, right? I can remain in that shape for hours if you need stealth. Nobody suspects a cat." She winked playfully.

"But I prefer this form. It has thumbs."