My Scumbag System No Chapter 107: My Cover-Up Plan Involves Getting Another Girlf

Chapter 107: My Cover-Up Plan Involves Getting Another Girlfriend. What Could Go Wrong?

No, violence wasn’t an option here. This would require sothing far more subtle, a delicate touch that violence simply couldn’t provide in this particular situation.

I made my way to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face to clear my head. The man staring back from the mirror looked dangerous, his skin marked with telltale scratches and bite marks from last night’s passion. His eyes held a cold, analytical calculation that would have been perfectly at ho on Kaelen Leone’s face, but looked utterly alien reflected in Satori Nakano’s softer features. The dichotomy was jarring, even to .

I needed a plan. And I needed it fast, before this whole situation spiraled completely beyond my control.

A soft, tentative knock on the bathroom door startled

from my thoughts.

"Satori?" Natalia’s voice, husky with sleep and last night’s activities. "You okay in there?"

I opened the door to find her wrapped loosely in my bedsheet, her hair a wild, beautiful ss cascading over her shoulders, her lips still swollen from our night together. Instantly, despite the crisis looming over us, my body responded to the sight of her—a primal reaction I couldn’t fully suppress.

"I’m fine," I lied smoothly, the falsehood coming easily to my lips. "Just washing up."

She smiled, leaning against the doorfra with a newfound sensuality that she wore like a second skin. "Last night was..." Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. "I didn’t know it could be like that. Not ever."

I pulled her against , burying my face in her hair and inhaling her scent—a mix of her expensive shampoo and our mingled essence. "You’re mine now," I murmured into her ear. "My queen."

"Mmm," she agreed, lting against

like wax near fla. "All yours. Always."

The mont was bittersweet, a perfect crystallization of what we’d built together, tainted by the knowledge that it was already endangered. She had no idea the throne we shared was already crumbling beneath us.

"We should get cleaned up," I said, reluctantly pulling back. "Your father and my mother might be up soon."

"Dad sleeps late after Guild events," Natalia said, rolling her eyes dismissively. "And Kimiko usually lets him sleep in. We have ti." Her hand slid down my chest with deliberate slowness, her intention crystal clear in the hungry look she gave .

I caught her wrist, though everything in

wanted to give in. "We need to talk strategy first. About Emi."

The shift in topic worked perfectly. Natalia’s expression beca more serious, thoughtful, though her eyes still held that possessive gleam that sent a thrill through .

"What about her?" she asked, standing straighter, instantly transitioning into the role of strategic partner.

"The seeds are planted," I said, leading her back to the bedroom. We sat on the edge of the rumpled bed, my mind working furiously on two parallel tracks—the imdiate, potentially catastrophic Kimiko problem and the longer-term Emi strategy. "But we need to be careful. You can’t show jealousy when we’re all together."

Natalia frowned, a small crease forming between her perfectly shaped eyebrows. "I wasn’t jealous."

"You followed us around the city wearing a disguise," I said dryly, raising an eyebrow. "With sunglasses and a hat, like so noir detective."

She had the grace to look embarrassed, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "I was concerned for our asset. For the mission’s success."

"Right." I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a gesture both affectionate and subtly controlling. "If we want this to work, you need to trust . Emi is valuable. Her healing would complent your offense perfectly. We’d be unstoppable with her."

"I know that," Natalia said, a hint of defensiveness creeping into her voice. She straightened her back slightly. "I’m the one who suggested her in the first place."

"You did," I agreed, stroking her ego. "And it was a brilliant suggestion. That’s why you’re my queen. You see the bigger picture when others can’t."

Her expression softened at the praise, the defensiveness lting away. So predictable. So utterly malleable in my hands. It was almost too easy.

"Tell

what you want

to do," she said, eyes locked on mine, completely devoted.

Perfect. I had her full attention now, which ant I could steer the conversation toward what I really needed—a way to handle Kimiko and the ticking ti bomb she represented.

"First, we need to establish a united front," I said, choosing my words carefully. "If anyone suspects anything between us, we both deny everything. Consistently and without hesitation."

"Of course," Natalia said, frowning slightly. "Why would you even need to say that? It’s obvious."

I shrugged casually, hiding my true concerns. "Just being thorough. Second, we need to be more careful. Last night was... intense. Incredible, but risky."

"The door..." she realized, eyes widening slightly as understanding dawned on her face.

"Exactly," I said, watching her reaction closely.

"You don’t think anyone heard us, do you?" She looked genuinely concerned now, a flash of vulnerability crossing her features as she pulled the sheet tighter around herself.

"No," I lied, hating the way the word felt in my mouth when addressing her. "But we can’t risk it in the future. We need to be smarter."

Natalia nodded solemnly, running a hand through her tangled hair. "Agreed. So what’s the plan with Emi going forward?"

"For now, we maintain our current trajectory. You continue being her friend—her best friend who supports her completely. I continue showing interest in her, building that connection. In a few days after the gala, I’ll suggest a study session with both of you."

"And then?" She leaned forward slightly, eager to know the next steps.

"And then we see if she’s open to sothing more... unconventional. But that’s still weeks away. We don’t rush this—rushing would ruin everything. She’s not like you."

Natalia nodded, looking thoughtful, a hint of protectiveness in her expression. "She’s innocent, Satori. We need to be gentle with her. She trusts so easily."

"We will be," I promised, my mind already racing five steps ahead. If Kimiko knew about us, I needed to accelerate the tiline with Emi. A public girlfriend would provide excellent cover, a shield against accusations and suspicions. "Trust

on this. I know what I’m doing."

"I do," she said, the absolute sincerity in her voice almost painful to hear. Complete trust. Complete surrender.

I pulled her in for a deep kiss, partly to shut her up, partly because I needed to feel sothing real amidst the mountain of lies I was building. Her lips yielded to mine imdiately, molding perfectly against my mouth.

"Get dressed," I said when we broke apart, both slightly breathless. "I’ll make breakfast for everyone. It’ll seem normal, just another day."

Natalia gathered her scattered clothing from around the room, pulling on pieces as she found them. I watched her, wondering how long we had before our carefully constructed fa??ade ca crumbling down around us.

As she headed for the door, I called after her, "Natalia?"

She paused, looking back over her shoulder, her profile silhouetted against the morning light filtering through the curtains.

"No matter what happens," I said, putting as much conviction into my voice as I could, "we’re in this together. Always."

Her smile was radiant and trusting, lighting up her entire face. "Always. No matter what."

After she left, quietly closing the door behind her, I sank onto the edge of the bed, staring at the floor between my feet.

I was the King of the Glass House now. Ruler of a transparent kingdom where every move was observed, every secret exposed to maternal eyes that saw too much.

"You wanted entertainnt?" I muttered to the invisible presence of Nel and her watching gods. "Let’s see how you like this plot twist, you sadistic voyeurs."