My Scumbag System Chapter 678: What a Way to Go

He didn’t stop.

He pushed harder. Faster. Drove into that spot over and over until her entire body was shaking. Until her legs wrapped around him so tight she thought she might break something. Until the orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave and she screamed his name loud enough to wake the dead.

He followed her over the edge.

She felt him pulse inside her. Felt the hot rush of his release painting her walls. Felt him bury himself as deep as possible and hold there while he emptied everything he had into her waiting body.

"Yes," she whispered. "Give me all of it. Every drop."

His hips jerked.

Once.

Twice.

Three more times as he wrung out the last of his orgasm.

Then he collapsed on top of her.

She caught his weight. Held him close. Felt his heart hammering against her chest in a rhythm that matched her own.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you too."

"That never gets old."

"Neither does this." He rolled his hips, grinding deeper even though he was already spent. "Give me five minutes."

"You said that last time."

"And I delivered."

"You delivered in four."

"Overachiever."

She laughed.

The sound surprised her.

Six months ago, she would have rather died than laugh with Satori Nakano. Six months ago, he was the bane of her existence. The disgusting leech who polluted her home with his presence and his smell and his pathetic attempts at existing.

Now he was her everything.

Funny how life worked.

He pulled out slowly.

She whimpered at the loss.

But then he was moving down her body, kissing a trail from her breasts to her stomach to the apex of her thighs. His tongue found her clit. Licked through the mess he’d made of her. Tasted their combined fluids without a hint of hesitation.

"What are you—"

"Cleaning up."

"You don’t have to—"

"I want to."

His tongue pushed inside her.

She grabbed his hair.

Held on while he ate her out with the same intensity he’d just fucked her with. While he licked up every drop of cum leaking from her swollen pussy. While he made her come again on his mouth with nothing but tongue and lips and the occasional scrape of teeth against her sensitive clit.

By the time he finished, she was a trembling mess.

Boneless.

Satisfied.

Completely ruined for anyone else who might ever try to touch her.

Not that anyone else ever would.

She was his.

Wholly.

Completely.

Forever.

He crawled back up her body and kissed her deeply. She tasted herself on his tongue. Tasted him. Tasted the future they were building together with every reckless decision and whispered promise.

"Breakfast?" he asked.

"In a minute."

"We should eat. Keep your strength up."

"Keep my strength up for what?"

"Round five."

She groaned.

But it was a happy groan.

"You’re going to kill me."

"What a way to go."

"Arrogant bastard."

"Your arrogant bastard."

"Forever."

He smiled.

A real smile.

Not the practiced charm he deployed against enemies. Not the smirk he wore when he was three moves ahead of everyone. A genuine expression of happiness that transformed his entire face.

She committed it to memory.

This moment.

This feeling.

The sunlight streaming through the curtains. The ache in her body. The warmth of his skin. The smell of sex and sweat and something uniquely them.

Whatever came next, she would have this.

They lay there for several minutes.

Her head on his chest. His arm around her shoulders. Both of them breathing slowly as their heart rates returned to normal.

"I should text my mother," Natalia said eventually.

"Tell her we’ll be late for dinner?"

"Tell her we’re fine. She’s probably worried."

"Your mother or my mother?"

"Both."

"My mother definitely knows what we did last night."

Natalia’s face heated.

"She does not."

"She made me breakfast before I came up here. Gave me a look. The knowing look that mothers give when they’re aware their children are having sex under their roof."

"Oh god."

"She also told me to use protection."

"Oh god."

"I told her we were being careful."

"YOU TOLD HER—"

"I lied. Obviously. I’m very good at lying."

Natalia smacked his chest.

"That’s not funny."

"It’s a little funny."

"It’s mortifying."

"It’s life."

She buried her face in his shoulder.

"I can never look at her again."

"You’ll have to eventually. Family dinners. Baby showers. All that."

"I hate you."

"No you don’t."

"I really really hate you right now."

"Your body says otherwise."

She was clenching around nothing. Residual arousal from their activities. Her traitorous pussy didn’t care about embarrassment or dignity or the fact that Satori’s mother definitely knew they’d spent the night fucking.

"I need a shower."

"I’ll join you."

"You’ll just start something again."

"Probably."

"Definitely."

"Almost certainly."

She pushed herself up. Her legs wobbled as she swung them over the side of the bed. Her inner thighs were sticky. Her core pulsed with a satisfied ache that would take days to fully fade.

Worth it.

So fucking worth it.

The bathroom was small but functional. A standing shower with glass doors. A single sink with a mirror that showed her reflection in brutal detail.

She looked wrecked.

Her hair was a tangled disaster. Her neck and collarbone were covered in hickeys. Her lips were swollen from kissing. And her breasts bore finger-shaped bruises that would take a week to fade.

Beautiful.

She’d never felt more beautiful in her life.

Satori appeared behind her in the mirror. His hands settled on her hips. His chin rested on her shoulder.

"See something you like?"

"I see everything I like."

"Smooth."

"I try."

He reached past her and turned on the water. Steam filled the small space within seconds. The heat was almost uncomfortable, but she didn’t complain. Satori ran hotter now. He probably needed the extra temperature to feel anything.

They stepped into the shower together.

The water cascaded over them.

She tilted her head back and let it soak her hair. Felt months of tension she didn’t know she was carrying start to dissolve. Felt his hands on her body, spreading soap in slow circles over her skin.

"I meant what I said last night."

"Which part?"

"All of it. But specifically the part about creating something permanent."

"I know."

"Do you? Because I need you to understand that this isn’t hormones talking. This isn’t post-sex brain. I’ve wanted this for weeks. Months maybe. Since the first time you were inside me."

His hands paused on her stomach.

"That’s a long time to keep something like that secret."

"I’m good at secrets now. You taught me."

"I taught you manipulation. Not secrecy."

"Same skillset."