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

Haruto smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You want to join us, huh?"

Asuka shrugged nonchalantly, though her sharp gaze lingered on him.

"Maybe. But only if you upgrade your bed," she quipped, gesturing to the narrow mattress clearly built for a single occupant.

"Ah, right," he muttered, scratching his head with a sheepish grin.

Then, as if struck by inspiration, his smirk deepened. "Or… you could just lie on top of Chiyo."

Asuka's brow arched as her gaze shifted to Chiyo, who lay sound asleep, her chest rising and falling peacefully.

A flicker of annoyance crossed her face—she wasn't particularly fond of Chiyo—but the idea Haruto suggested was hot.

Without a word, Asuka stepped forward, peeling off her knitted dress in one smooth motion.

The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in just her panties, which she slid off with practiced ease.

Haruto's eyes darkened as he watched her, the hunger in his gaze unmistakable.

Asuka climbed onto the edge of the bed and leaned forward, her lips meeting his in a gentle but sultry kiss.

Their mouths moved in perfect harmony, the kiss deepening as their tongues intertwined.

Haruto's hands worked their way up her back, deftly unhooking her bra with a skill that made her pull back with an amused smirk.

"Someone's gotten pretty good at this," she teased, her fingers tracing lazy circles across his bare chest.

"Tell me, Haruto—who's been teaching you such tricks?"

Haruto grinned, his hand sliding around her waist. "Who else but you? You're my one and only teacher."

"Nah, I don't believe you." Asuka laughed.

He leaned back slightly, regaining his composure. "Well," he began, flashing her a roguish grin, "I guess I've got a kink no one needs to know about."

Asuka pouted, her bottom lip jutting out in a way that made her look adorably petulant.

"I'm kinda disappointed. But oh well…" She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.

"Let's get back to having fun."

Her eyes gleaming with mischief as she turned her body, sliding atop Chiyo with a fluid motion.

Their soft skin pressed together, nipples grazing against each other, drawing a slight twitch from Chiyo, who furrowed her brows in her sleep but didn't wake.

"Congratulations, Haruto," Asuka teased, her voice low and playful. "You've made Chiyo so sensitive."

"Of course I have," Haruto replied, a smug grin on his lips as he gently adjusted Chiyo's legs, bending them slightly to create space.

His touch was deliberate yet careful, ensuring not to disturb her slumber as he positioned himself between the two women.

Sliding his cock between their folds, Haruto groaned deeply, the slick warmth of their clits brushing against him sending shivers through his body.

Asuka moaned softly, her hips tilting instinctively to heighten the friction.

"Nghhh… Haruto, stop teasing. Put it inside me already," she whimpered, her voice trembling with desire.

Haruto's smirk widened, his movements slow and deliberate as he ground himself between them.

"Be patient, Asuka. This… this is too good to rush," he murmured, his voice husky with arousal.

"Ugh! You bad boy!" Asuka gasped, her words tinged with amusement as her body trembled.

The sensation of his cock brushing her clit made her wetter, her arousal slickening his length with every motion.

Under her, Chiyo shifted slightly, her head turning as a faint, almost inaudible moan escaped her lips.

Her breathing hitched momentarily, but she remained deeply asleep, her body unconsciously responding to the shared heat.

Finally, Haruto relented, guiding his cock to Asuka's entrance. With a powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, eliciting a loud cry of pleasure.

"AHHHH!!! OHHHH!!!" Asuka's voice rang out, her body arching as she clung to him. "I can feel you, Haruto! Come on, move!"

Her hips rolled in slow, circular motions, her movements accentuating the curve of her ass.

Haruto slapped it firmly, the sound sharp and satisfying.

Asuka whimpered, her breath catching as the sting heightened her pleasure.

"Ngghhh!" Chiyo stirred again, a soft moan slipping from her lips as her body shifted against Asuka's.

The slight friction of their nipples brushing and the warmth surrounding them made her unconsciously react.

Haruto groaned, his hips beginning to move in a steady rhythm. "You're incredible, Asuka," he growled, his voice thick with pleasure.

The sensation of her tight walls gripping him drove him to thrust harder, their bodies pressing against Chiyo's as the intensity grew.

"OHHH!!! AHHNNN!!! IT FEELS SO GOOD!!!"

Asuka moaned loudly, her voice rising with every thrust. Her head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut as her body surrendered completely.

"Haruto… so good…" Chiyo mumbled in her sleep, her words barely audible yet laced with unspoken yearning.

Asuka let out a breathless laugh, her cheeks flushed. "This woman sleeps like the dead!" she teased between moans, her voice shaking.

Haruto chuckled at her remark, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he moved faster.

"Ahhh, damn… You're squeezing me so hard," Haruto hissed, his breaths ragged. "Your slutty pussy doesn't want to let me go."

"OF COURSE!!! AHHHNNN~ I'M YOUR SLUT HARUTO!"

Asuka screamed his name, her cries echoing like a mantra as her body trembled, overwhelmed by the relentless waves of pleasure.

"I… I'M GOING TO CUM! PLEASE, FUCK ME HARDER!" she begged, her voice raw with desperation.

Haruto's cock brushed against her sweet spot and cervix with every thrust, driving her closer to the edge.

Her body clenched around him tightly, her climax building as her wetness coated him completely.

Haruto's pace quickened, his movements becoming almost frantic as he chased his own release. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, mixing with their cries.

"Hold on, Asuka," Haruto growled, his grip firm as he pressed a searing kiss against her back.

"Let's cum together," he murmured, leaving a possessive mark on her skin.

"Hnnngghhh!!! you're so cruel, haruto!!!"

Asuka moaned, her voice trembling as her body convulsed, teetering on the brink of release.

Her hazy mind barely registered that her hands had reached for Chiyo's, gripping them tightly as she succumbed to the pleasure.

"Ahh, fuck," Haruto groaned, feeling her tighten around him as her orgasm hit.

Her liquid gushed over him, soaking the sheets as she let out a scream of pure ecstasy.

"I'm going to fill you up, Asuka," he whispered hoarsely, thrusting deeply one final time.

Her pussy milked him, drawing out his release as his warm seed spilled into her.

"YESSS!!! AHHHH!!!" Asuka convulsed, her body trembling as her climax wracked through her.

Haruto groaned deeply, his body collapsing against hers as they both rode out their high, the room falling into a satisfied silence.

He could hear the sound of the system chimed in, probably wanting to announce about how many EXP he got. But he didn't care about it as his body was still sensitive.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

After they were done, Haruto gently lifted Chiyo from the bed, cradling her in his arms as her soft breaths escaped in even rhythms.

He carried her to her room, the dim moonlight streaming through the window illuminating her peaceful expression.

Tucking her in carefully, he pulled the blanket over her and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face before quietly leaving the room.

When Haruto returned, he found Asuka sitting on the edge of the bed, completely naked, her posture relaxed but her expression distant.

A thin trail of smoke curled upward from the cigarette she held, the faint ember glowing in the dim light.

He approached her, settling beside her with a slight creak of the bed. "What's on your mind?"

Despite her teasing demeanor, he could always sense the weight she carried beneath her playful facade.

Asuka smirked, blowing a lazy puff of smoke in his direction. "Oh, so you've become sensitive now?" she quipped, the teasing lilt in her voice.

Haruto coughed, waving a hand to clear the smoke. "You know I hate that stuff," he muttered, shaking his head.

"You still can't smoke?" she teased, raising an eyebrow.

"I tried," he admitted with a shrug, "but I hate the way it feels."

Shifting slightly, his tone grew more serious. "Anyway, is this about your husband?"

Her hand froze mid-air, the cigarette poised just above her lips. The playful smirk faltered, and for a brief moment, vulnerability flickered across her face.

"What, are you a fortune teller now?" she said, her voice attempting lightness but failing to conceal the strain beneath it.

Haruto chuckled softly, leaning back on his hands. "Nah, I'm just good at reading you and that's the one thing you still let cling to you," he said, his tone gentle but firm.

Asuka sighed heavily, the exhale accompanied by a plume of smoke. "You're not wrong. He still won't sign the divorce papers," she murmured, her gaze falling to the cigarette between her fingers.

Haruto watched her quietly, his brow furrowing as he considered her words. "Don't worry," he said after a moment, his voice steady and reassuring.

"He'll sign them eventually."

Asuka turned to him, her lips quirking into a half-smile as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Oh my, aren't you confident?"

"Yup," Haruto replied with a grin. "And if he doesn't, I'll make sure he does."