My Scumbag System-Chapter 332: Bubblegum Pops***

Her lips crashed into mine with a heat that would make hell seem like a winter vacation. My ribs screamed in protest, but the rest of me didn’t give a damn about some minor bone damage. The Nectar of the Gods pulsed between us with each touch, each savage kiss. I felt her entire body shudder when it hit her system.

Skylar pulled back, her violet eyes glazed and hungry. "I’m tired of waiting in line," she said, voice raw. "I’m tired of watching her touch you. I’m tired of Emi’s pathetic puppy eyes. I’m tired of pretending I don’t want this."

She pushed me down onto the bed and straddled my waist, grinding against me through our clothes. Her lips curled into that infuriating smirk I’d come to both hate and love.

"You think you’re the only predator in this house, Stray Dog? Let’s see if you can handle a little smoke."

I almost laughed. The little punk princess thought she was in control. How adorable.

She stripped with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how good she looked. The leather combat pants hit the floor first, then her top. She wore expensive black lace underneath, torn in places from our dungeon adventure. The contrast between the delicate fabric and her hard, combat-ready body made my mouth water.

"Like what you see?" she asked, running her fingers through her indigo hair.

"It’ll do," I replied, keeping my voice bored.

Her eyes narrowed. "You’re such an assho—"

I sat up suddenly, grabbing her hips with enough force to make her gasp. System-boosted strength had its advantages. I flipped our positions in one smooth motion, pinning her beneath me.

"My turn," I growled.

I tore at my belt, freeing myself from the confines of my pants. When it sprang free, Skylar’s eyes went wide. The smirk vanished from her face so fast you’d think I’d slapped it off.

"Holy... Satori, that’s not... that’s not going to fit." Her eyes traveled the length of me, her throat working as she swallowed hard. "That’s a weapon."

I dragged my thumb over the tip, spreading a drop of moisture. "You said you liked risk."

I pressed it against her lips, watching her eyes dart between my face and what I was offering. For a moment, I thought she might back down—the first time I’d ever seen Skylar Amane retreat from anything.

Then her pink tongue darted out and licked the head.

The effect was immediate. Her pupils dilated until almost no violet remained. Her body convulsed with a full-body shiver. The Nectar hit her bloodstream, and just like that, the power dynamic shifted.

She wasn’t in control anymore. She wasn’t even fighting for control. She was lunging forward, taking me into her mouth with desperate hunger, making little whimpering sounds that I’d never imagined could come from someone so sharp-edged and cynical.

"That’s it," I hissed, twisting my fingers into her hair. "Good girl."

She couldn’t take all of me—not even close—but she tried. God, how she tried. She gagged, eyes watering, mascara beginning to run in black trails down her flushed cheeks. She didn’t care. She kept going, kept swallowing around me, kept making those wet, sloppy sounds that echoed in the small room.

I looked down at the sight of Skylar Amane, punk princess of the academy, the girl who called everyone basic and rolled her eyes at romance, on her knees with her mouth stuffed full, looking up at me with pleading eyes.

"Enough," I growled, pulling her off me by her hair.

She made a small noise of protest, trying to go back for more. The addiction was already taking hold. That’s what the Nectar did—it rewired pleasure centers, created dependency, made them crave more. It was a terrible, beautiful power.

I flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. I hooked her knees over my shoulders, positioning myself at her entrance. Her eyes widened in panic.

"Wait—too big—Satori, wait!"

I pushed in. Just the tip at first, watching her face contort in a mix of pain and overwhelming sensation. Her back arched off the mattress.

"Oh fuck," she gasped. "Oh fuck, oh fuck."

Inch by agonizing inch, I sank deeper. Her body fought me, so tight it was almost painful for both of us. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. The sight of her taking me, stretching around me, was too intoxicating.

When I finally bottomed out, hitting that deepest part of her, she screamed. A real scream, not theatrical or performative. Raw. Primal. Her nails dug furrows into my arms.

"You okay?" I asked, giving her a moment to adjust.

Her eyes were unfocused, dazed. "I... can’t... it’s too..."

I started to move, pulling out slowly before pushing back in. Her words dissolved into incoherent moans. The bed frame creaked beneath us as I found my rhythm, steadily increasing the pace until the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

Skylar was babbling now, a stream of profanity mixed with pleas. "Harder... fuck... Satori... gonna die... so good..."

Two weeks of denial. The thrill of conquest. The forbidden nature of what we were doing with Natalia just down the hall. It built inside me like a storm. I felt the pressure mounting, threatening to break free. I grabbed her hips hard enough to bruise, drove as deep as I could go, and let loose.

It wasn’t a normal release. It was a flood. Thick ropes of Nectar-infused seed filled her, coating her insides with divine essence. The effect on Skylar was catastrophic.

Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her entire body went rigid, then began to shake violently. Her toes curled so hard I thought they might cramp. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the already-ruined mascara. Her mouth hung open, drool leaking from one corner as she babbled nonsense.

"More... please... master... Satori..."

The cynicism was gone. The cool detachment, the sarcastic shield, all of it stripped away. What remained was raw, naked need. The Nectar had rewritten her priorities in a single, overwhelming wave. She wasn’t Skylar the Observer anymore, watching life from a safe distance with a smirk and a cutting comment.

She was Skylar the Addict.

And I was far from finished.

I didn’t soften. The combination of [Rockstar Made] trait and my natural recovery kept me hard, ready for more. I flipped her over onto her hands and knees, positioning her face down in the pillow.

"Round two," I whispered in her ear.

She whimpered, half-protest, half-plea. I pushed back into her from behind, watching her body swallow me, listening to the muffled screams she pushed into the pillow. I grabbed a fistful of her indigo hair, pulling her head back sharply.

"Who do you belong to now?"

"You," she gasped. "You, Satori, only you."

I rewarded her with deeper, harder thrusts that had her eyes crossing.

Time lost meaning. I lost count of the positions, the orgasms, the broken pleas. I remember lifting her against the wall, her legs wrapped around my waist, completely dependent on my strength to hold her up as I pounded into her. I remember bending her nearly in half, her ankles by her ears as I drove down into her, watching her face as she sobbed with pleasure, her mind completely shattered.

The room filled with the sounds of our coupling—wet, obscene noises, the creaking protest of my poor bed frame, and Skylar’s broken cries that someone would definitely hear despite our best efforts at muffling them.

I didn’t care. Let them hear. Let them know. Let them all understand that this was what happened when you stepped into the monster’s den.

When I finally finished the last round, I pulled out and collapsed beside her. The mess was everywhere—the sheets, our skin, even splattered on the floor. The room smelled of sex and sweat and the faint, ozone-like scent that the Nectar left behind.

Skylar couldn’t move. Her body twitched with aftershocks, small tremors running through her limbs. She lay on top of me, completely boneless, her chest heaving as she tried to remember how to breathe normally.

I ran a hand down her sweat-slicked back. "Good girl."

She made a small, unintelligible sound against my chest. I felt her struggling to form words, to reclaim some piece of her usual sharp-tongued persona.

"How...?" she finally managed, her voice a hoarse whisper. "How does she do this? Natalia... she takes this... every night?" She lifted her head slightly, violet eyes still unfocused. "She’s a monster too..."

I laughed, the sound rumbling through my chest beneath her. "You have no idea."

She collapsed back onto me, too exhausted to maintain even that small movement. "I think you broke me," she mumbled.

"I think I fixed you," I replied, stroking her hair.

We lay there in silence for a while, both recovering from the intensity of what had just happened. The System chimed softly in the back of my mind, announcing a Bond Rank increase with Skylar. I ignored it. I’d check the details later.

"You’re still going to date her," Skylar said eventually, her voice small and unfamiliar. Not a question. A statement of fact.

"Yes."

"And Emi?"

I hesitated. "That’s... complicated."

She sighed against my skin. "And me? What am I now?"

It was a fair question. What was she? Not my girlfriend, not in the traditional sense. Not like Natalia, who held a position that couldn’t be challenged or replaced. But not just a conquest either, not anymore.

"You’re mine," I said simply. "In a different way than she is. But still mine."

She was quiet for so long I thought she might have fallen asleep. Then, so softly I almost missed it: "I can live with that."

She shifted slightly, finding a more comfortable position against me. "Just so we’re clear, I’m still going to be a bitch to you in public. Can’t have people thinking I’ve gone soft."

I smiled in the darkness. There she was. The real Skylar, coming back online beneath the Nectar haze.

"I wouldn’t have it any other way, Bubblegum."

She bit my chest, hard enough to leave a mark. "Call me that again and I’ll stab you in your sleep." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"No, you won’t."

"No," she agreed, settling back against me. "I won’t."

My Ensemble was growing, piece by piece.

The System chimed again, more insistent this time. I sighed and finally opened the notification.

[Bond Rank with Skylar Amane increased to 5: Dependent]

Perfect.