World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World-Chapter 120: Blissful Morning

The first rays of dawn slipped quietly through the massive windows of the penthouse suite, bathing the room in a soft, golden light.

Inside the room, it was warm, peaceful — filled only with the sound of slow, steady breathing.

James was the first to wake up. His eyes cracked open lazily, with his body still heavy with exhaustion.

For a moment, he couldn’t even remember where he was — only that he was warm, comfortable, and... not alone.

Then he shifted slightly and felt it — the soft, warm weight draped across his chest and he looked down.

Natasha was curled up against him, one leg thrown possessively over his waist, her arm tucked under his side, her face buried into the crook of his neck. Her messy dark hair fanned out over his chest like a silk curtain.

She was completely, blissfully knocked out.

James smiled to himself, his hand moving slowly, brushing his fingers lightly through her hair.

She stirred faintly at the touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she snuggled even closer, tightening her grip around him like she was afraid he’d vanish. She fit perfectly against him. Like she was made to be there.

James felt his heart swell. He had no idea that this was how beautiful and exhausting sex was.

He thought that he would wake up feeling extremely weak and sore all over, but apart from feeling a little uncomfortable, nothing more.

He also had no idea that he would wake up before Natasha. But he felt that the reason for this night be because of his Strength stat that’s now at the peak of that of an average person.

Since he doesn’t have a distinct stat called Stamina, then this is the only explanation.

"I guess that’s one of the reason why stat points are expensive. The system combined related and distinct stats together," he muttered to himself.

The next moment, he heard Natasha murmured something against his chest, still half-asleep. Her voice was a soft, sleepy sound that made his smile deepen.

James tilted his head slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

He could smell her hair — a faint mix of floral shampoo and pure Natasha — and it made something deep inside him clench.

He tightened his arm around her waist, cradling her closer.

For a long moment, he just lay there, letting himself feel it all. The warmth of her skin against his. The steady beat of her heart. The soft puffs of her breath on his chest.

The faint uncomfortable soreness in his body was a sweet reminder of how they had spent the night tangled together.

James didn’t want to move, as he didn’t want to disturb the perfect peace wrapped around them.

He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, tracing the soft curve of her cheekbone with his thumb.

Natasha shifted again, her face tilting up slightly, her sleepy blue eyes blinking open.

She blinked at him groggily for a second before a slow, shy smile spread across her lips.

"Good morning," she whispered, her voice rough and husky from just waking up.

James smiled back, feeling his chest tighten in the best way.

"Morning, beautiful," he murmured.

Natasha’s smile deepened, and she pushed herself up just slightly, resting her chin on his chest, her fingers playing lightly over his skin.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, with no words said, just soft smiles, as they enjoyed the overwhelming feeling that has developed between them.

"Last night..." she started, her voice hesitant and uncertain.

James reached up and cupped her cheek gently, cutting her off.

"It was perfect," he said simply.

Natasha’s eyes shone, soft, watery and filled with emotions she didn’t know how to put into words.

She leaned down and kissed him. It was soft, lingering kiss that tasted of sleepy mornings and silent promises of everything she has in store for him.

When she pulled back, she rested her forehead against his, breathing him in.

"I don’t want to let go," she whispered.

James’ hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her there.

"You don’t have to," he whispered back.

They stayed like that for a while — tangled together, breathing in each other’s warmth, letting the new reality of what they now shared sink in.

The sun climbed higher, filling the room with light. But inside the suite, James and Natasha stayed wrapped in their own world.

Still wrapped up together in the warm sheets, Natasha stretched a little against James’ chest, letting out a soft, satisfied hum.

James smiled lazily, running his hand gently down her spine.

Natasha shifted, nuzzling into him, and with a mischievous glint in her half-lidded eyes, she whispered against his skin,

"You know... if I wasn’t completely broken right now... I’d totally drag you into another round."

James chuckled in a low voice.

"Broken, huh?" he teased, amused.

He had no idea she was this naughty. Wanting to go another round after the chaos of last night.

Natasha pouted dramatically, her fingers lightly tracing small circles over his chest.

"I’m serious," she whined softly. "I’m sore everywhere, James. Every muscle... everything."

James laughed even harder, his hand sliding up to cup the back of her head, holding her gently against him.

"You’re the one who kept pulling me in closer every time I tried to stop," he said, grinning.

Natasha groaned into his chest, her cheeks burning.

"That’s because you kept making me feel too good," she muttered shyly.

James tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"I’m glad you enjoyed it," he said sincerely, his thumb brushing lightly over her lips.

Natasha’s blush deepened, but she smiled softly.

"I loved it," she whispered.

James smiled and kissed her forehead.

After a moment, he sat up, stretching slightly.

"Come on. Let’s get something to eat before you pass out again," he said, with a low and tender voice.

Natasha giggled and nodded, her body still aching but her heart feeling lighter than ever.

James smiled and ordered room service.

It was a luxurious breakfast spread with fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, fresh fruit, and two large cups of rich coffee.

The food arrived quickly, and they stayed in bed, propped up against the massive headboard, sharing everything between them.

Natasha picked at her pancakes, occasionally feeding James little bites, laughing whenever he leaned in dramatically just to get a tiny taste.

James countered by smearing a little whipped cream on her nose, earning a playful slap on his arm and a mock glare.

"You’re asking for trouble," she warned, giggling.

James only smirked, reaching out to steal a piece of bacon off her plate.

They ate lazily, teasing each other, cuddling between bites, the atmosphere soft and filled with an easy intimacy that felt... perfect.

***

After breakfast, they both took a long, warm shower together — though it was more gentle washing and shared kisses than anything else, given Natasha’s soreness.

James was careful, massaging her aching muscles with slow, tender hands, making her melt against him.

Natasha leaned into him, sighing contentedly under the hot spray, feeling safe, loved, and completely his.

After they were clean and dry, they got dressed — reluctantly.

Neither of them really wanted to leave the suite, but life was waiting for them outside.

James handled check-out, and soon they were back in the car, Natasha curled up comfortably in the passenger seat, the bouquet of roses resting carefully in her lap.

The drive back was quiet, but it wasn’t an awkward silence.

It was a comfortable one — filled with small glances, soft smiles, and hands brushing together.

When they arrived at Ralph’s house, James parked neatly by the curb.

Natasha turned to him, suddenly looking shy again.

She shifted the flowers in her lap, her fingers fidgeting slightly.

James reached out, gently tilting her chin up to face him.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

Natasha nodded, her smile trembling slightly.

"I just... I don’t want to say goodbye yet," she whispered.

"We’re not saying goodbye. ’Just ’see you later.’" he said, with a reassuring smile.

And before Natasha could reply, he leaned in and kissed her, deep and slow.

Natasha melted into it immediately, her hands clutching his shirt, her lips parting sweetly under his.

The kiss wasn’t rushed or desperate.

When they finally broke apart, Natasha was breathless, her cheeks flushed, her heart hammering wildly.

"I’ll call you later," James said, his forehead resting against hers.

"You better," she whispered back, smiling.

James gave her one last lingering look before she opened the door, stepping out carefully, her legs still slightly wobbly from everything.

She turned back, clutching the flowers to her chest, and smiled brightly at him one last time before walking toward the house.

James watched her until she disappeared inside, then leaned back against the seat with a soft sigh.

A small, satisfied smile could be seen on his face as he turned the car key, and the engine purred to life.

He pulled away from the curb smoothly, driving off into the bright morning light, making his way back home.

He has shared a very memorable time with Natasha and the they are now together. But now, he has to focus on the other important things at hand, and one of them is meeting up with Alina.