Netori: I Shall Steal All Of My Enemies' Women For Revenge!

A couple of months ago

"AHHH~ MORE! FASTER, HARUTO!!!"

The woman's cries echoed in the dimly lit room, her silky brown hair glinting under the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

Her body moved rhythmically, bouncing with each thrust, as Haruto's movements grew more relentless.

His cock drove into her, the slick heat of her pussy gripping him tightly, her juices spilling out and coating him.

He groaned deeply, feeling the intoxicating warmth of her walls massaging him without pause, each sensation sending waves of pleasure through his body.

"Ahh, your slutty pussy feels incredible," he rasped, his teeth grazing her soft skin before biting down on her ample breasts.

He tugged at her sensitive nipple, eliciting a shudder and a gasp of ecstasy.

"FUCK!!! I'M GOING TO CUM!!!"

She screamed, her voice breaking into a whimper as her body convulsed.

Her climax overtook her, a gush of wetness splashing against him while he continued pounding into her.

Haruto's breath hitched, his movements becoming erratic. "I'm going to cum inside you," he growled, his voice rough with desire.

He quickened his pace, driving himself deeper, his cock brushing against her cervix and making her overstimulated pussy clamp down on him.

With a guttural grunt, he spilled himself into her, their combined fluids mingling as he rode out his high.

Panting heavily, Haruto collapsed onto her, resting his head on her chest.

Her chest rose and fell, her fingers absently brushing through her now-revealed black hair, the silky brown wig discarded on the bed.

After a few moments of quiet, her long, hime-cut hair fell over her shoulder as she gently stroked his hair.

"Hm… I think we should do this more often," the woman, Zenzai, murmured with a soft chuckle.

Haruto tilted his head to glance up at her, a playful pout forming on his lips.

"It's weird having sex with someone when I don't even know their name," he grumbled, though he made no move to lift his head from her chest.

Zenzai laughed, the sound light and melodic. "And yet, here we are, filming a porn video together," she teased.

She sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Why did I have to be Anmitsu, though? At least let me see my own face on the site."

"I told you this one isn't going on any site," Haruto replied with a resigned sigh.

He rolled off her, lying beside her on the bed, his hand lazily draped over his forehead. "And I blurred your face. I'm considerate like that."

Zenzai smirked, leaning over to rest her chin on his chest. "That's no fun."

She shifted, her weight pressing against him as she looked into his eyes. "Still, Anmitsu would probably love it if you two filmed something like this. After all, she's a pro."

Haruto's brows furrowed at her words, his expression darkening. "I don't share my women's porn for everyone to see," he said, his tone firm.

Zenzai pouted dramatically. "Oh? So I'm not your woman, then?"

"Nope." Haruto smirked, his mischievousness returning. "Not until I know your real name."

Her lips curled into a sly smile as she leaned in, brushing her lips softly against his. "I love that smirk," she murmured before pulling back slightly.

Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she added, "And just so you know, Anmitsu would love to make a porn video with you."

Her mouth then approached his ear, whispering to him, "After all, she was…"

Haruto's eyes widened, his brows knitting in surprise. "Really?"

Zenzai nodded, a grin tugging at her lips. "Yup. She would."

His shock quickly faded, replaced by a sly grin. His smirk deepened, his gaze filled with intrigue.

"Oh, I love that expression!" Zenzai cooed, cupping his face and peppering kisses all over it.

"Come on, be my pet!"

Haruto chuckled, shaking his head as her lips roamed across his skin. "Not until you tell me your real name."

Her hand slid lower, brushing against the hardness pressing against her.

"Oops, looks like someone's ready for another round," she teased, wrapping her fingers around him with a mischievous grin.

Without waiting for a reply, she leaned in to claim his lips in a searing kiss. "Let's do it again," she whispered, her voice dripping with temptation.

The night stretched on, their bodies entwined, while Haruto's mind whirred with plans for the future.

***n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Haruto leaned casually against the wall near the school gate, though it wasn't his school.

His phone rested snugly in his hand, his fingers gliding over the screen as he typed replies to Akane's messages.

Occasionally, a soft chuckle or giggle escaped him, earning curious glances from passing students.

The sharp ring of the school bell pierced the air, and within moments, the gates were flooded with students spilling out in waves.

Haruto slid his phone into his pocket, straightening up as his sharp eyes scanned the crowd for his partner, Arataki—and their uninvited tagalong, Enji.

Though Enji wasn't part of the plan, his status as their "leader" meant Arataki and Haruto had no choice but to follow along.

Haruto's presence wasn't unnoticed. The girls walking past couldn't help but sneak glances at him, their cheeks tinting pink or red.

Some giggled, others whispered to their friends, and a few even dared to steal a second or third look.

His naturally high charisma, amplified by his continuous leveling, seemed to cast an irresistible aura.

He offered a faint smile in return, a subtle curve of his lips that made some of them gasp and others quickly look away in bashful embarrassment.

Haruto wasn't oblivious to the effect he had; if anything, he found it amusing.

"Oi, stop flirting with every girl you see," a voice broke through his thoughts, accompanied by a firm hand gripping his shoulder.

Turning slightly, Haruto found Arataki standing behind him. His green hair, now reaching an almost rebellious length, swayed slightly in the breeze.

Haruto couldn't help but suppress a smirk.

"How does the school let you get away with dyed hair and all those piercings?" he teased, gesturing subtly to the small studs glinting in the sunlight.

"Magic," Arataki shot back with a grin, brushing a hand through his unruly hair.

"Sup," Haruto greeted with a nod before jerking his head toward the parking lot. "Let's go."

Without hesitation, he led the way, with Arataki falling in step beside him. Enji, trailed slightly behind, glancing around as though inspecting his nonexistent kingdom.

As they approached Haruto's car, Arataki reached out, palm up. "I'm driving."

Haruto raised a brow but didn't argue. With a quick toss, he flung the car keys at Arataki, who caught them effortlessly.

Haruto smirked faintly, sliding into the passenger seat as Arataki moved to the driver's side.

The trio climbed into the vehicle, the engine revving to life, and Haruto leaned back against the seat, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Whatever lay ahead, he knew it was going to be an interesting ride.