My Scumbag System No Chapter 299: My Girl, My Carry, My Multiple New Problems

Chapter 299: My Girl, My Carry, My Multiple New Problems

Natalia let her head fall against Satori’s chest. She could hear his heartbeat, rapid and weak but still fighting. Still alive.

I saved him.

I actually saved him.

And he caught .

He caught

even though it hurt him.

Even though he was dying.

He caught .

The thought filled her with warmth that had nothing to do with her burning veins. She looked up at his battered face, at the blood and the bruises and the one eye still open, still watching her with that predatory gleam that made her stomach flip.

She grabbed his collar.

"Nat? What are you—"

She pulled him down.

She kissed him.

It was ssy. Her lips were cracked. His were covered in blood. They both tasted like copper and stagnant water and sothing sweet she couldn’t identify. Her body scread in protest at the movent, her blown mana circuits flaring with pain.

She didn’t care.

This wasn’t a secret anymore. This wasn’t a stolen mont in a hallway or a desperate collision in a bedroom. This was her, kissing him, in front of everyone.

In front of Emi, whose gasp was audible even over the collapsing dungeon.

In front of Isabelle, whose eyebrow rose in a way that suggested she’d file this information for later.

In front of Skylar, whose jaw went tight in a way Natalia would feel guilty about later. Maybe. If she rembered to care.

In front of the waking Sentinels, whose expressions ranged from confusion to horror to sothing that might have been envy on Celeste’s pale face.

In front of Julian Valerius, who stared at them like he’d just witnessed the universe break in half.

Satori kissed her back.

His good arm tightened around her waist. His lips moved against hers with a hunger that matched her own, a desperation that said I almost lost you and you almost lost

and we’re both too stubborn to die.

When they finally broke apart, both gasping for air that their damaged lungs couldn’t quite process, Natalia saw the look in his eyes.

Pride. Satisfaction. Ownership.

Mine, that look said.

Yours, she thought back.

Then Skylar marched up.

Her face was pale beneath the indigo and pink streaks of her soaked hair. Her violet eyes blazed with fury. Her entire body vibrated with tension that Natalia recognized because she’d felt it herself.

"You," Skylar said.