My Scumbag System Chapter 677: It Better Get Me Pregnant

The morning light crept through the gap in the curtains.

Natalia woke slowly. Her body ached in places that made her smile. Her thighs were sore. Her core felt bruised in the best possible way. And between her legs, a sticky warmth reminded her of everything they’d done.

Three times.

They’d done it three times.

Each round had pushed her further. Stretched her limits. Left her gasping and begging and completely shameless in ways that would have mortified the old Natalia. The ice princess who sneered at her disgusting stepbrother. The prodigy who thought she was above such base desires.

That girl was dead.

This Natalia lay tangled in sweat-soaked sheets with Satori’s seed drying on her thighs and a genuine smile on her face.

She turned her head.

He was still asleep.

His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. His features were relaxed in a way they rarely were when he was conscious. Awake, Satori was always thinking. Always scheming. Always ten steps ahead of everyone around him while pretending to be two steps behind.

But asleep, he looked almost innocent.

Almost.

The scars on his body told a different story. The faint marks from training accidents and Gate encounters. The newer ones from whatever cosmic nonsense had happened during his integration. His physique had changed too. More defined now. Harder. Like his body was catching up to the monster that lived inside his mind.

Her monster.

Natalia reached out and traced a finger along his collarbone.

His skin was warm. Warmer than normal. Another side effect of the integration that she’d noticed during their activities. His body temperature ran several degrees higher now, like a furnace burning inside him.

She didn’t mind.

It meant she didn’t need blankets when she slept pressed against him.

Her hand drifted lower.

Over his chest.

His abs.

The trail of dark hair that led down to where the sheet barely covered his hips.

He was hard.

Even in sleep, he was hard.

"Pervert," she muttered.

But her hand kept moving.

She wrapped her fingers around him through the sheet. Felt the heat of him. The thickness that had ruined her for normal men three times over in the past several hours.

His cock twitched in her grip.

She squeezed gently.

His eyes opened.

Dark and alert in an instant. The sleep vanishing from his expression like it had never existed. One moment unconscious. The next, completely aware of his surroundings and the woman currently fondling him.

"Good morning to you too."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

She threw a leg over his hips and straddled him. The sheet bunched between them. His hands found her waist automatically, steadying her as she settled her weight onto his lap.

She wasn’t wearing anything.

Neither was he.

Just the thin fabric separating them.

"Three times wasn’t enough?" he asked.

"Four is my lucky number."

"Is it?"

"It is now."

She ground her hips against him. Felt the ridge of his cock press against her folds through the cotton barrier. Her body responded immediately. Slick heat gathering where they almost connected.

His grip on her waist tightened.

"Your parents come home tomorrow."

"Then we’d better make today count."

She reached between them and yanked the sheet away. His cock sprang free, standing tall against his stomach. Thick and veined and already leaking at the tip.

Her mouth watered.

She’d sucked him off twice last night. Once before round two. Once between rounds two and three. And she still wanted more. Wanted to taste him again. To feel him pulse against her tongue while she swallowed everything he gave her.

Later.

Right now she needed him inside her.

She lifted her hips. Positioned him at her entrance. Sank down slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until she was fully seated with him buried to the hilt.

"Fuck."

The word escaped her lips without permission.

He was so deep.

So thick.

So hot inside her that she could feel him in her stomach.

"Move," he said.

"Don’t rush me."

"Move or I’ll move you."

She didn’t move.

His hands shifted from her waist to her hips. Gripped hard enough to leave bruises. Then he thrust up into her with enough force to make her bounce.

"Ah!"

"I warned you."

He thrust again.

And again.

Setting a brutal pace that had her grabbing his shoulders for balance. Her breasts bounced with every impact. Her thighs burned from the effort of staying upright. But she refused to fall. Refused to let him take complete control.

This was her show.

She slammed her hips down to meet his thrusts. Matched his rhythm with her own desperate movements. Took him as deep as physically possible and then pushed for more.

"Like that," she gasped. "Just like that."

"You’re so tight."

"You’re so big."

"Flattery will get you everywhere."

"It better get me pregnant."

His movements stuttered.

Just for a moment.

Then he flipped them.

One second she was on top. The next, her back hit the mattress and he was looming over her. His cock still buried inside her. His weight pressing her into the sheets.

"You really want that."

It wasn’t a question.

"I really want that."

"Even knowing what I am? What we’re facing? What our child might become?"

"Especially because of all that." She cupped his face with both hands. "Our kid will be incredible. Strong. Smart. Beautiful. And loved. So fucking loved that nothing in any dimension will be able to hurt them."

Something shifted in his eyes.

A vulnerability that he rarely showed anyone.

Then it was gone, replaced by the familiar hunger that made her toes curl.

"Hold on."

She grabbed the headboard.

He started moving.

Not gentle. Not slow. Not the sweet lovemaking that normal couples probably did in moments like this. This was raw. Primal. Two people who understood that the world was chaos and the only certainty was each other.

The headboard slammed against the wall.

Over and over and over.

Natalia didn’t care if the neighbors heard. Didn’t care if her screams echoed through the entire house. Didn’t care about anything except the pleasure building in her core like a supernova about to explode.

"Close," she managed.

"Not yet."

"I can’t—"

"You can."

He changed his angle.

Hit something inside her that made her vision white out.

"There! Right there! Don’t stop!"