My Scumbag System-Chapter 431: Zero Waste Policy

Each word seemed to cost her, the admission dragged out of somewhere she didn’t usually let anyone reach, but the hunger burning in those light-purple eyes was impossible to misread.

I pushed forward, sliding between her lips. The wet heat of her mouth closed around me like a vice, her tongue moving with immediate, practised intent, wrapping and pressing along the underside of my shaft in a slow, deliberate stroke. She moaned around me—low and involuntary, like she hadn’t quite meant to—and the vibrations travelled up the length of me and detonated somewhere at the base of my skull.

"That’s it," I said, threading my fingers into the indigo-and-pink mess of her hair. I tightened my grip, just enough to feel her breath hitch. "Take it deeper."

She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, a sound that was obscenely loud in the quiet of the room, and took more of me in. Her hands came up to grip my thighs, nails finding purchase in my skin and biting down. The small, sharp pain grounded me, kept my head from going somewhere completely useless.

I started to move, shallow rolls of my hips, careful not to push too far. "You like the taste?"

She hummed. Not a polite acknowledgement—a genuine, pleased sound, like she was savouring something. She never broke eye contact, and that was the thing that almost undid me completely. Watching Skylar Amane—the girl who looked at everyone and everything with the bored, analytical detachment of someone who had already seen how all the tricks were done—watching her like this, lips stretched wide, dark eyes half-lidded and locked on mine, was one of the most profoundly erotic things I had ever witnessed.

"Christ," I breathed, tightening my grip in her hair and increasing my pace. "Your mouth is incredible."

She took it as an invitation. She relaxed her throat and took me deeper, a controlled, deliberate motion, until the head of my cock pressed against the back of her throat. She gagged, a single, brief convulsion, but her hands on my thighs didn’t push me away. She held position, eyes watering slightly, daring me to be impressed.

I was.

"Such a good girl," I murmured, smoothing my thumb across her cheekbone, feeling my own cock press against it from the inside.

Her eyes flashed—something dangerous in them, a competitive spark—and she redoubled her efforts. One hand migrated from my thigh, moving inward, cupping my balls and rolling them with a slow, expert pressure that sent a jolt of sensation straight through my core.

The combined assault was catastrophic. I could feel the pressure gathering, a tightening heat coiling at the base of my spine, my thighs beginning to tremble with the effort of restraint. I tried to pull back, some last-second instinct of consideration, but Skylar’s hands locked onto my hips with surprising strength, fingers digging in, holding me exactly where she wanted me.

"Skylar, I’m going to—"

She only sucked harder in response, cheeks caving inward, the suction punishing and absolute. Her meaning was perfectly, eloquently clear.

"Fuck," I groaned through my teeth, my hips snapping forward against my better judgment.

The orgasm hit me like a wall. A pure, white-hot cascade of pleasure that wiped my mind clean and took my vision with it for several long, shuddering seconds. I emptied myself down her throat in waves, each one pulling a ragged, helpless sound out of me, and Skylar swallowed every last drop without hesitation, her throat working rhythmically against me, drawing the release out until I had nothing left to give.

When the last pulse had faded and my grip on her hair had gone slack, she pulled back slowly, dragging her lips along my length in a final, proprietary sweep. My cock slipped free with a sound that was loud and shameless in the quiet room. A single bead of white escaped the very corner of her red-stained lips. She caught it on the pad of her thumb with the unhurried precision of someone who had planned for exactly that, raised it to her mouth, and sucked it clean while holding my gaze with the expression of someone who had just proven a point they’d never even bothered to argue.

"Shit," I panted, letting myself fall back onto the mattress beside her, one arm flung over my eyes. "That was..."

"I know," she said. I could hear the smug, lazy smile in her voice without needing to look. "I’m good at what I do."

A laugh surprised itself out of me, genuine and unguarded, and I lowered my arm to look at her. The aloof armour was still there, but it sat differently now, worn loose, like a jacket she’d slung over her shoulders rather than one buttoned to the throat.

"Never doubted it for a second, Bubblegum."

She punched my arm, but there was no real heat behind it. "I told you not to call me that during sex."

"Sex is over," I pointed out.

"Is it?" She raised an eyebrow, glancing meaningfully at my cock, which despite having just released, was already showing signs of recovery.

"System enhancement," I explained, noticing her surprise. "I recover fast."

"Convenient," she remarked dryly.

From across the room, Natalia cleared her throat. "If you two are quite finished with your performance, some of us are still waiting."

I looked over to see Natalia standing by the edge of the bed, completely naked, her white-streaked purple hair cascading over her shoulders. Behind her, Cel watched with those periwinkle eyes that missed nothing, and beside her, Emi fidgeted with anticipation.

"Don’t worry," I said, pushing myself up to sitting position. "I’ve got plenty left for all of you."

Skylar rolled her eyes but moved aside, making room for Natalia to approach. As she passed Natalia, Skylar paused.

"He likes it when you pull his hair," she whispered, just loud enough for me to hear.

Natalia’s lips curled into a knowing smile. "I know."

As Natalia climbed onto the bed, crawling toward me with predatory grace, I caught Skylar watching from the sidelines. For once, the perpetual boredom in her violet eyes was replaced by something warmer. When our gazes met, she quickly looked away, but not before I caught the hint of a genuine smile.

I turned my attention back to Natalia, who now straddled my lap, her core hot and wet against my rapidly hardening cock.

"My turn," she purred, frost forming at her fingertips as she traced them down my chest. "And I’m not nearly as gentle as Skylar."