My Scumbag System Chapter 483: Consequences of a Caturday Morning

As the initial light of dawn crept through my blinds, an unusual sensation stirred me from slumber. It was warm, damp, and rhythmic against me. Blinking away the lingering sleep, I tried to process the feeling—

Oh, hell no.

My eyes snapped open. Without a doubt, a mouth was actively working on my erection. The movements were enthusiastic and purposeful.

I glanced down at Celeste, who remained sound asleep next to me. Her silver-white hair cascaded over the pillow like liquid moonlight, and her hand rested innocently on my chest, far from the current activity.

So, who was responsible for this?

Beneath the duvet, two black tails stood erect, swaying gently with the zealous rhythm of my mystery lover. I didn't need a psychic to tell me who it was.

Carefully, I eased Celeste’s limbs away from me, trying my best not to rouse her. She mumbled something in her sleep and shifted, curling into herself. The Winter Queen, it seemed, could sleep soundly even in her exhausted state. This was good; I needed to handle the situation discreetly.

With a growing sense of unease, I slowly lifted the comforter.

Golden eyes met mine from the shadows, gleaming with an intense focus. Maki’s mouth was clamped around my cock, her cheeks pulled in as she sucked with unwavering concentration. She didn't falter when our eyes met. Instead, she maintained eye contact, drawing me deeper within her, a smug satisfaction evident on her face.

I let out a sharp hiss. "What in blazes are you doing?"

With a wet pop that seemed to echo in the quiet room, she withdrew. "Getting breakfast," she whispered, licking her lips with relish. "Master’s milk tastes so delicious. I couldn't resist."

"Are you out of your mind?" I retorted, my voice a furious whisper. "Celeste is right here!"

Maki’s gaze flickered towards Celeste’s sleeping form, then back to me. A grin spread across her face, revealing pointed canines. "Then we'd best be quiet."

Before I could react, she lowered herself again, taking me so deep that I could feel the back of her throat. Her rough tongue swirled provocatively, making my toes curl.

"Maki," I growled, trying to regain control. "Stop. Now."

She paid me no mind, her tails twitching merrily behind her. Her hands tightened on my thighs as she moved, emitting soft sounds of pleasure.

I reached out and tugged one of her tails, not hard enough to cause pain, but enough to demand her attention.

That proved to be a mistake. A moan escaped her lips around my cock, the vibrations sending a jolt through my entire body.

Switching tactics, I gently pulled on her hair, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Enough."

Maki pouted, her lips glistening. "But Master promised Maki kisses. And Maki wants Master’s milk. Inside her." Her eyes widened, wide and pleading as she looked up at me. "I'll be a good girl and be quiet. Promise."

Those innocent, kitten-like eyes were disarming. If she were a real cat, she’d be making that peculiar chirping sound they make when spotting prey outside a window.

I risked another glance at Celeste. She was still deeply asleep, her back turned to us. The Winter Queen was known for many things, but usually not for being a heavy sleeper. This duel must have drained her more than she let on.

My options were scarce. If I ejected Maki noisily, Celeste would definitely wake up, only to find me in a compromising situation with an indignant cat girl. If I tried to ignore Maki, she'd likely become even more persistent, potentially waking Celeste out of sheer spite.

"Fine," I conceded, my whisper sharp. "But if you make even a single sound, this ends immediately. And I swear, Maki, you won't receive another treat from me, ever."

Her eyes gleamed with triumph. She knew she had won. "A good kitty gets good treats," she purred.

I carefully sat up, positioning myself at the edge of the bed where I could monitor Celeste while managing my familiar's sudden craving. Maki slid to the floor between my legs, gazing up at me with those unnervingly luminous eyes.

"Hands," I commanded.

She tilted her head, a question in her eyes.

"Give me your hands."

She offered both wrists to me, her expression one of pure curiosity. I grasped them and swiftly pinned them behind her back with one hand. She tested my grip, then smiled when she realized she couldn't escape.

"Naughty Master," she whispered. "Maki likes this game."

"Be quiet," I hissed. "No sound, remember?"

With my free hand, I slipped two fingers into her mouth to ensure her silence. She immediately began to suckle on them, her eyes locked onto mine as she slowly blinked. The unspoken message was clear: she yearned for something more substantial.

Very well. If this was to happen, I’d ensure she learned a valuable lesson about sneaking into my room uninvited.

I stood, maintaining a firm grip on her wrists, my fingers still in her mouth. Her eyes widened with a mixture of excitement and anticipation as I guided her to her knees, her back now against the edge of the bed.

"Not. A. Sound," I mouthed at her silently.

She nodded eagerly, her tails quivering with barely contained excitement.

I positioned myself carefully, aligning with her entrance. She was already slick—apparently, the thrill of surprise head really did it for her—and I slid inside with minimal resistance.

Her eyes rolled back, and a muffled sound escaped her as she bit down on my fingers. I tightened my grip on her wrists as a warning, and she nodded rapidly, remembering the established rules.

I maintained an intense rhythm, ensuring she took my full length with each movement. The constant, forceful thrusts pressed her against the bed frame, yet she remained remarkably silent, her breaths quickening around my fingers. Her twin tails coiled around my torso, drawing me even closer into her.

Leaning down, I whispered into her ear, "This is the consequence of sneaking into my chambers. This is what happens when you lose control of yourself."

She responded with frantic nods, her eyes glazed over with overwhelming pleasure.

"You believe you are exceedingly clever," I continued, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. "But I am the one in command here. Not you."

A small whimper escaped her lips. Instantly, I ceased all movement.

Her eyes snapped open in sheer panic. She vigorously shook her head, silently imploring me not to stop.

"What did I instruct you about making noise?" I withdrew my fingers from her mouth.

"Forgive me, Master," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Maki will be good. So very good. Please, do not stop."

I paused, deliberately glancing towards Celeste. "One final opportunity."

An overwhelming sense of relief washed over her features. She nodded with great enthusiasm.

Slipping my fingers back into her mouth, I resumed our previous pace. Her body clenched around me, hot and constricting. Despite her defiant actions, she felt utterly incredible, and the looming threat of discovery amplified the intensity of the experience.

Her entire body began to tremor, her eyes squeezed shut as she neared her climax. I could feel my own release building, a potent pressure at the base of my spine demanding to be set free.

"Look at me," I commanded in a low tone.

Her eyes flew open, meeting mine directly. The usual playful spark was extinguished, replaced by raw, unadulterated need.

"This is precisely what you desired," I whispered. "So, accept it completely."

With a final, deep thrust, I held her tightly against me as I climaxed. Her body convulsed violently around mine, shuddering uncontrollably as she followed me over the precipice. Her teeth clamped down on my fingers with immense force, strong enough to leave marks, yet she emitted no sound.

For a few moments, we remained locked together, our breaths heavy but silent. Then, I withdrew and released her wrists. She collapsed against the bed, appearing utterly content.

Retrieving tissues from the nightstand, I cleaned both of us, continuously ensuring Celeste remained asleep. Miraculously, she had not stirred in the slightest.

Maki nuzzled against my leg like a devoted pet before transforming back into her feline form in a cascade of golden light. She gazed up at me with those same knowing eyes, stretched languidly, then padded across the room and slipped out the slightly ajar door without a backward glance.

Shaking my head, I pulled up my pants and carefully climbed back into bed. Celeste immediately shifted towards me, seeking my warmth in her slumber. I wrapped an arm around her, drawing her close to my chest.

"Mmm," she murmured, still half-asleep. "You’re warm."

"Return to sleep," I whispered, planting a kiss on her forehead.

She nodded drowsily, her breathing already starting to deepen and even out.

Staring at the ceiling, I tried to make sense of the recent events. My familiar had, in essence, ambushed me for a quick tryst while the frosty princess of Valoria slept mere inches away. And I had willingly participated.

Nel’s voice echoed in my thoughts.

I responded mentally.

I insisted.

Nel’s dismissal followed.

I ignored her, directing my attention instead to the woman slumbering in my arms. Celeste’s face was serene in sleep, the sharp edges of her public persona completely softened. Her trust in me was absolute, allowing her guard to fall entirely. This realization settled with discomfort in my chest.

I was engaging in a perilous game. With all of them. Natalia, Skylar, Emi, Celeste, Akari—each bound to me through the System’s ties, each believing they grasp the implications of our connection. And now, Maki introduced her own unpredictable element into the volatile mix.

How much longer until everything inevitably implodes? How long before one of them recognizes the true nature of the monster they have become entwined with?

Nel vocalized her complaint.

She offered a correction.