My Scumbag System-Chapter 352: My Healer Has An Infinite Stamina Glitch, And We Decided To Stress-Test It All Night
I lay beside Emi, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. Her blue hair spread across my pillow like spilled paint, and her face looked so peaceful I almost felt bad about corrupting her.
Almost.
A soft green light began to pulse beneath her skin. At first, I thought it was just the moonlight playing tricks, but then I recognized it—her healing aura activating on its own. The warm energy flowed from her fingertips where they rested against my chest, seeping into my muscles and spreading throughout my body.
"Well, that’s interesting," I murmured.
The soreness vanished from my limbs. The slight burn in my abs disappeared. And most noticeably, a certain part of my anatomy decided it was ready for round two.
Emi’s eyes fluttered open, drawn by my voice or maybe by the change in my body. Her gaze drifted down, and her lips formed a perfect ’O’.
"That was fast," she whispered, a blush painting her cheeks.
I laughed, genuinely amused. "I think it’s you, actually. Your healing aura kicked in while you were resting."
Her brow furrowed in confusion before understanding dawned. "Oh! I didn’t even realize..." She bit her lip, looking equal parts embarrassed and intrigued. "So I... fixed you?"
"Fixed me? You make it sound like I was broken."
"No! I just meant—"
I silenced her with a quick kiss. "I know what you meant. And yes, it seems your healing works on... everything."
Her hand tentatively reached down, wrapping around me. "Does that mean we can...?"
"If you want to." I kept my voice neutral, giving her an out if she needed it.
Instead of answering, she pressed closer, her naked body warm against mine. Her lips found my neck, planting soft kisses there as her hand continued its exploration.
"I want to," she whispered into my ear. "I want you again."
Who was I to deny such a sweet request?
I sat up, leaning against the headboard, and guided her onto my lap. She straddled me, her thighs on either side of my hips, her chest pressed against mine. This position let me see every expression on her face, every flutter of her eyelashes.
"Like this?" she asked, uncertain.
"Just like this," I confirmed, positioning myself at her entrance. She was still wet from before, making it easy to slide back inside her.
Emi gasped as I filled her, her forehead dropping to rest against mine. "It’s so deep this way."
"That’s the point," I murmured, grasping her hips to help guide her movements. "Move however feels good to you."
She began rocking slowly, experimentally, her body discovering its own natural rhythm. Her arms encircled my neck, holding us together, our bodies pressed flush against one another with each gentle undulation. I could feel her heartbeat against mine, rapid and delicate like the wings of a hummingbird.
"Satori," she breathed, her lips ghosting over mine as she whispered my name. "You feel so good inside me."
I claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss, my tongue dancing with hers, sharing the sweet lingering essence of the Nectar between us. She moaned against my lips, her inner walls tightening around me in exquisite response.
The Nectar coursed freely between us now, creating a perfect loop of shared addiction. Every kiss intensified the sensation, every caress deepened the connection. Her healing aura continued to pulse around our entwined bodies, casting a soft luminescence through the darkness of my bedroom, bathing our union in an otherworldly glow.
"I love you," she whispered, her confession warm against my lips. "I love you so much, Satori."
I drew her even closer and thrust upward with greater intensity.
"Show me," I commanded softly. "Show me how much you love me."
She responded without hesitation, grinding down against me, taking me deeper inside her. Her movements grew more assured and purposeful, finding precisely the angle that made her gasp with each descent. Her healing aura intensified dramatically, flowing into my body and circulating back to her in an unending exchange of energy and ecstasy.
I’d never experienced anything like it. Every time I should have tired, her power renewed me. Every time the pleasure should have peaked, it found new heights instead.
We stayed like that for what felt like hours, locked together, moving as one. When she finally came, her walls pulsing around me, I followed right after, filling her with a rush of heat.
But unlike any normal man, I didn’t soften. Her healing made sure of that.
Her eyes widened as she felt me still hard inside her. "Again? Already?"
"I told you—it’s your power." I brushed the sweaty bangs from her forehead. "We could probably go all night if you wanted."
The smile that spread across her face was both innocent and wicked. "I want to try a different position."
I raised an eyebrow, surprised by her boldness. "Whatever you want."
She climbed off me, immediately whimpering at the loss of fullness, and laid back on the bed. "Like before," she said, spreading her legs. "I want to see your face again."
I positioned myself between her thighs, lifting her legs to my shoulders. This angle would let me go deeper than before, and I paused to make sure she was ready.
"Are you sure? This might be intense."
She nodded, her eyes trusting and eager. "I want all of you."
I pushed inside in one smooth stroke, watching her back arch off the bed. The angle let me hit spots I couldn’t reach before, and judging by her reaction, they were very good spots.
"Satori!" Her voice cracked on my name, hands fisting the sheets so hard her knuckles went white. "Oh god, right there! Don’t stop, don’t stop—"
I kept my rhythm constant, each thrust pushing deeper into her welcoming heat. Her healing aura continued to pulse in waves around us, bathing our skin in that ethereal green glow, making the sweat on our bodies shimmer like we were submerged in some otherworldly light.
"You feel incredible," I told her, and there was no calculation in it—just raw truth. "So tight. So perfect. Like your body knows exactly what it wants."
Her eyes had gone hazy, the warm brown nearly swallowed by her dilated pupils. The Nectar coursing through her veins was amplifying everything—every nerve ending firing at maximum capacity, every touch registering as lightning across her skin.
"More," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "Please, Satori, I need more..."
I shifted my angle slightly and drove into her harder, deep enough that the bed frame groaned in protest. The headboard started a steady percussion against the wall, an unmistakable rhythm that would carry through the thin dormitory walls to anyone unlucky—or lucky—enough to be passing by.
Perfect. Let the whole floor hear. Let them all know who she belonged to now.
"Satori," she gasped, and when she looked up at me, there was something raw and unguarded in her expression. Something that went beyond simple lust. "Fill me. Please... I want to be full of you. I want to keep you inside me forever."
I leaned down, my breath hot against her ear. "You want to be stuffed full of me, Emi?"
"Yes!" The word came out as a sob, her nails raking down my arms hard enough to leave marks. "Please, give me everything! All of it!"
I could read what this was beneath the surface—the fantasy wasn’t uncommon. But the raw hunger in Emi’s voice, the almost desperate pleading in her eyes, told me this went deeper than simple bedroom talk.
She didn’t just want to be filled in the moment.
She wanted permanence. She wanted roots. She wanted a future she could hold onto.
I wouldn’t promise her that—it was too dangerous, too permanent. But I could feed the fantasy.
"I’m going to fill you so full," I growled, picking up speed. "Pump you full of me until you overflow."
Her response was immediate and visceral. Her back arched, her inner walls clamping down on me like a vice as she came with a scream loud enough to wake the entire floor.
I followed right after, burying myself to the hilt and letting go. The Nectar enhanced everything, including this—what would have been a normal climax became a torrent, filling her beyond capacity.
Emi clutched at her lower belly, eyes wide with a mix of shock and pleasure. "So much," she whispered. "I can feel it... so warm inside me."
When I finally pulled out, I pressed my hand against her entrance, keeping everything inside for a moment. She looked up at me, her expression so full of trust and gratitude it almost hurt.
Then I moved my hand away, watching as the evidence of our passion leaked out onto the sheets. She made a small sound of disappointment, her hand moving to try and keep it all in.
"No," she whined softly. "Stay in..."
I kissed her pouty lips gently. "I’m not going anywhere, Emi."
Her smile was sleepy but satisfied. "Promise?"
"I promise."
