My Scumbag System - Chapter 123

Chapter 123: My Queen Now Generates Passive Income
The VHC Archives surrounded us with cold marble and humming server banks, the only light coming from blinking LEDs and status indicators. Rows of massive data storage units lined the walls, their mechanical heartbeats providing a steady rhythm to our forbidden encounter.

Natalia’s hands worked frantically at my belt while I hiked up her midnight-blue gown. The silky material bunched around her waist as I spun her around, pressing her against one of the server racks. The metal must have been cold against her bare skin, but she only moaned when I pinned her there.

“Right here?” she asked, her voice a mixture of shock and arousal.

“Right here,” I confirmed, pushing her legs apart with my knee. “Where anyone could walk in and find the ice princess of New Vein getting fucked by her stepbrother.”xz

The crude language made her shiver. I ran my hands up her thighs, discovering she’d worn nothing underneath her gown all evening.

“Such a dirty little secret,” I whispered, my fingers finding her already slick and ready. “Were you wet all night, thinking about this?”

“Yes,” she admitted, pushing back against my hand. “Since your speech. The way you handled Julian… God, Satori, I nearly came just watching you.”

I slipped two fingers inside her, making her gasp. “You like watching me destroy people, don’t you?”

She nodded frantically, her breath coming in short pants as I worked my fingers in and out. “Please,” she begged. “I need you inside me. Now.”

I couldn’t deny her—or myself—any longer. Positioning myself behind her, I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in a single, smooth motion. Her body accepted me eagerly, a perfect fit.

Natalia bit her lip to stifle a cry, her hands grasping desperately at the smooth metal of the server rack. I established a rhythm, each thrust pushing her against the unyielding surface. The wet sounds of our coupling echoed in the sterile room, obscene and thrilling.

“Satori,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible. “Harder.”

I obliged, gripping her hip with one hand while the other tangled in her elaborately styled hair, ruining the perfect updo she’d spent hours on. Blue pins scattered across the floor as I pulled her head back, forcing her to arch her spine.

“Who owns this pussy, Natalia?” I growled against her ear.

“You do,” she gasped. “Oh god, Satori, please… I’m so close…”

I drove into her relentlessly, hitting that perfect spot inside her with each thrust. Her inner walls began to flutter around me, her breathing growing more erratic.

“Say it again,” I demanded. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” she cried, no longer caring about keeping quiet. “I belong to you. Only you.”

Her words pushed me closer to the edge, but I held back. This was about her surrender, her offering to me. I needed to see her completely undone.

“Come for me,” I commanded, reaching around to rub her clit in tight circles. “Let go, my queen.”

She shattered instantly, her entire body convulsing as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. A strangled cry escaped her throat before I could cover her mouth with my free hand. Her release was explosive, soaking us both as her legs threatened to give out. Only my arm around her waist kept her upright as she trembled through the aftershocks.

I held her like that for a moment, still hard inside her, my own needs unmet. But the strategic part of my brain was already calculating risks. We’d been gone for nearly fifteen minutes—someone would notice soon.

“Fuck. Look at the mess you made,” I said, glancing down at the wet patch darkening my black trousers. “If these weren’t black, we’d be screwed.”

I carefully withdrew and set her down, watching as her legs shook so much she had to brace herself against the server. Her normally perfect appearance was gloriously ruined—makeup smudged, hair half-down, gown wrinkled and damp. She looked thoroughly claimed.

“We need to move,” I said, tucking myself away and straightening my clothes. “This was reckless.”

Natalia nodded, still dazed. I helped her straighten her gown as best I could, wiping a smear of lipstick from her chin with my thumb.

“You’re going to walk out first,” I instructed, switching to tactical mode. “Go to the ladies’ room, fix yourself up. Wait ten minutes, then text me when the corridor is clear.”

She nodded again, her eyes still glazed with pleasure and adoration. “What about you?” she asked, reaching for the obvious bulge still straining against my pants.

“Later,” I promised. “When we’re home.”

She gave me one last, lingering kiss before slipping out of the archives, leaving me alone in the humming silence.

The moment she was gone, I called up my System interface.

Current Schema Points: 195

As I scanned the interface, I noticed something new—the [ENSEMBLE] tab was pulsing with a soft, golden light. I’d never seen it do that before.

Curious, I tapped it.

Natalia’s profile page opened immediately. A notification flashed across it:

[Bond Rank Increased!]

NATALIA KUZMINA – Bond Rank 5: [Dependent]

Status: The subject’s identity is now intrinsically linked to your own narrative. Her dependence on you for validation and purpose has reached a critical threshold.

New Abilities Unlocked: Imbuement Slot [2] unlocked (Can grant Silver/Gold Tier Abilities).

NEW TRAIT GAINED: [System Symbiosis (Minor)] – Your Queen now contributes to your story. Natalia Kuzmina will now generate 5 SP for you every 24 hours.

Holy shit.

My phone buzzed with a text from Natalia: All clear. I knew I needed to leave, but first, I had a decision to make. The entrance exam was just days away, and I had 195 SP burning a hole in my pocket.

Two buttons floated in my vision: [ATTRIBUTE ENHANCEMENT] and [GACHA STORE].

I stared at them, weighing my options. The smart play was obvious—dump it all into my attributes. Strength, Endurance, maybe Agility. Guaranteed power increases that would help me survive the exam.

But then there was the gamble.

A five-pull from the Gacha would cost 100 SP. It was risky, unpredictable—and potentially game-changing. One Platinum-tier item or ability could completely alter my trajectory.

“The meek shall never inherit the earth,” I muttered to myself, tapping the [GACHA STORE] button.

Apollo’s smug avatar materialized in my vision, his chibi form dancing with delight. “Well, well, well! Look who decided to visit little old me again! And after such a delightful performance, too. The gods are quite entertained by your little dalliance in the archives, you know.”

“Spare me the commentary, show me what you’ve got.”