The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: 125 | Joyful Cloud and a Filthy Moan

I stretched, feeling muscles that had been thoroughly worked protest in ways that made me grin. The bed looked like a battlefield, and honestly, that felt about right. Both women were watching me with that satisfied but slightly glazed look that came after really good sex.

"Alright, I need to grab some clothes and shower off," I said, standing up from the wreckage we’d made of Diane’s California king. "You two figure out dinner. I’m starving."

"We burned a lot of calories," Sloane said, her voice still a little hoarse. She was sitting cross-legged on the mattress.

"Understatement of the year," Diane agreed from where she was tying her silk robe. Her hair was completely destroyed, pink strands going in every direction, and there were still bite marks visible on her neck where the robe didn’t cover them.

I walked toward the door, but something made me pause. Call it impulse. Call it the System’s influence. Call it just being a bastard who’d figured out he could get away with basically anything in this house now.

I changed direction and walked back toward the bed.

"What are you doing?" Sloane asked, but she was smiling in a way that meant she already suspected what was coming.

Instead of answering, I reached out and gave her ass a sharp smack through the borrowed dress. The sound echoed in the room and Sloane yelped, more from surprise than pain, her face immediately going red.

"Lukas!"

"What? You looked like you needed motivation to get moving."

"I hate you," she said, but she was fighting back a grin and I could see her thighs press together slightly. The enhancement effect meant she was still sensitive from everything we’d done, and the reminder was clearly affecting her.

I turned to Diane, who was watching with obvious amusement and something hungrier underneath.

"Don’t even think about it," she warned, but her tone had that edge that meant she absolutely wanted me to think about it.

I walked over and delivered the same treatment, my palm connecting with her ass through the silk robe with a satisfying slap. The recoil made her entire body jolt forward, and I watched with fascination as a thick stream of my cum dripped out of her and down her inner thigh.

The moan that escaped Diane’s throat was absolutely filthy. Low and desperate and completely unguarded in a way I’d never heard from her before. Her knees actually buckled slightly and she had to catch herself on the dresser.

"Fuck," she breathed, her voice shaky. "That’s not fair."

"All’s fair in love and war," I said, grinning at both of them. "And whatever this counts as."

Sloane was staring at her mother with wide eyes, clearly processing the fact that Diane was still full of me and reacting like she wanted more. Her face was doing that thing where it cycled through about six different emotions in the span of three seconds.

"You’re both insane," she finally managed.

"Says the girl who agreed to this arrangement," I pointed out.

"I was clearly not thinking straight."

"Good thing we’re not asking you to think," Diane said, finally straightening up but still breathing harder than normal. "Just cook."

I headed for the door, leaving both of them staring after me. Sloane was muttering something under her breath that sounded like complaints but her body language said she was already thinking about round five. Diane was still leaning against the dresser, one hand pressed to her lower stomach like she could still feel me inside her.

The hallway felt cooler after the heated atmosphere of Diane’s bedroom. I could hear them starting to move around behind the closed door, probably trying to make themselves presentable enough to go downstairs. Good luck with that. We all looked like we’d been through a very specific kind of war.

My room felt almost foreign after the past few hours. Same furniture, same setup, but somehow everything looked different now that the dynamic of the entire house had fundamentally shifted. I grabbed clean boxers, jeans, and a t-shirt from my dresser, then sat down on the edge of my bed.

Time to see what the System thought of my performance.

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