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

Haruto glanced at the black iron gate towering before him. Rolling down the car window, he leaned slightly toward the black intercom box attached to the side and pressed the button.

"Oi, open the gate," he said in a casual tone. "It's Haruto."
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"Ah, wait," came Arataki's voice from the other end, slightly muffled.

A faint buzz followed, and the gate began sliding open with a low mechanical hum.

Haruto drove inside, the tires crunching softly against the gravel driveway.

The sight before him made him blink. The "house" was an enormous European-style mansion, its grand architecture straight out of a fairytale.

'Holy shit, they went way overboard,' Haruto thought, letting out a quiet sigh.

Beside him, Ayaka's eyes widened in amazement as she gazed at the mansion. "Oh wow, I've never seen anything like this in Japan," she said, her tone tinged with awe.

"Haha… yeah," Haruto replied awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

After parking the car, the two of them made their way toward the grand front door.

Before they could even knock, it swung open smoothly, revealing an older man dressed in a pristine black suit.

His demeanor screamed "butler."

"Welcome," the man said with a polite bow.

"You must be Arataki-sama's guests. My name is Tanaka. Please allow me to escort you."

Haruto exchanged a quick glance with Ayaka, his lips twitching in disbelief. 'Damn it, Arataki, you show-off.'

They followed Tanaka through the mansion's lavish interior.

The corridor alone felt like a museum, with intricate tapestries and chandeliers decorating the space.

Eventually, they arrived at a vast room.

Inside, an elegant set of chairs and tables sat near a grand fireplace, the walls painted in deep shades of blue and brown, exuding an air of sophistication.

At the far end of the room, Haruto spotted three familiar figures huddled around an array of glowing computer screens.

The ten monitors displayed various data feeds, making it look like a high-tech surveillance hub.

"I will leave you to your meeting," Tanaka said with another bow before stepping out of the room.

Haruto pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath, "Hahhh these men, really…"

Meanwhile, Ayaka stood beside him, her gaze fixed on the monitors. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"This is incredible," she murmured, clearly impressed.

Clearing his throat loudly, Haruto caught the attention of the three men, who immediately turned to face him.

They straightened up, exchanging brief nods before walking over, their movements deliberately slow and exaggerated.

Haruto squinted. 'What the…'

Old Futto led the group, decked out in a leather jacket paired with black pants and sunglasses perched arrogantly on his nose.

He looked like he was trying to channel an action movie star.

Arataki and Enji followed, dressed more normally but carrying themselves with exaggerated coolness, their hands casually stuffed in their pockets.

When they reached Haruto and Ayaka, Old Futto stepped forward first. With a practiced flourish, he adjusted his sunglasses and extended a hand to Ayaka.

"My name is Old Futto," he said, his voice deep and gravelly, clearly trying to sound more intimidating. "Welcome to our modest abode."

Ayaka's lips curved into a polite smile as she took his hand. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Ayaka Yoshida," she said gracefully.

Next, Arataki tilted his head upward, his chin raised with a cocky smirk. "I'm Arataki, the boss—"

Before he could finish, Enji elbowed him sharply in the stomach. Arataki doubled over, coughing as Enji stepped forward, flashing a confident grin.

"He's wrong. I'm the boss," Enji said, nodding at Ayaka with a wink that was far too flirty for Haruto's liking. "Just call me Enji."

Haruto rolled his eyes, biting back a laugh. He couldn't believe these three were actually trying this hard.

Ayaka, however, remained composed, her movements refined as she bowed slightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you all. I'm Ayaka Yoshida. Haruto has spoken about you, and I'm looking forward to working together," she said with a serene smile.

Her elegance left the trio momentarily speechless. Even Enji let out a low whistle, clearly impressed.

Haruto, however, wasn't having it. He narrowed his eyes at them and stepped closer, grabbing Ayaka's hand protectively.

"All of you," he said firmly, his tone bordering on a warning, "don't even think about messing with her."

The three men blinked in surprise.

"She is mine," Haruto declared, his voice steady and final.

"Tch." Enji frowned, crossing his arms with a displeased grunt.

"Calm down."

Arataki's tone was sharp, his eyes narrowing as he regarded Ayaka with skepticism.

"We're all allies here, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't ask questions. After all, isn't she Ren's girlfriend?"

His words carried a biting edge, his lingering doubt evident. Ayaka's beauty had almost swayed him, but the nagging suspicion remained.

Old Futto, standing beside them, adjusted the edge of his leather jacket with a casual tug, his voice steady.

"Don't mind Arataki. He's always looking for trouble. We'll take care of you, Yoshida."

"It's not about causing trouble," Arataki snapped, his voice defensive.

"I already said she's been close to Ren, didn't I? Most of the time when I met Ren, she was always with her!"

"Isn't it natural for me to be cautious? What if she's a spy sent by Ren to monitor us?"

"Arataki, you—" Haruto took a step forward, his frustration evident, but stopped when he felt Ayaka's hand lightly touch his arm.

She shook her head, her gaze calm but firm, silently urging him to let her handle it.

Ayaka turned to Arataki, her voice steady but tinged with sorrow. "Arataki, you're right. I have been beside Ren most of the time. But that doesn't mean I've been safe… or happy."

Her words hung in the air like a heavy weight.

"I'm also a victim," she continued, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"Ren has videos of me—things he sells everywhere. I'm not so different from Erika," she said bitterly, her lips curling into a sad smile.

"No, for Ren, I'm below her. He hates me."

Her voice grew firmer as she straightened her posture, determination radiating from her.

"So please, give me a chance. I want to escape this nightmare too. I want to end this."

Arataki's eyes widened, the tension in his expression softening as the atmosphere grew somber.

Her words pierced through him, bringing clarity to the pain she carried. He realized that Ayaka had endured far more than he could have imagined—far more than even Erika.

She had been with Ren through the rise of the Ito Crown, suffering silently in the shadows.

Brushing the back of his neck awkwardly, Arataki sighed, guilt settling in his chest.

He had judged her too quickly, mistaking her composed exterior for indifference. But now, he understood it was a mask—one he had seen before in his own sister.

"I'm sorry," Arataki muttered, his voice low. "I didn't mean to doubt you."

"It's alright, Arataki," Ayaka said with a faint smile. "You can ask Haruto if you want. He's seen what happens to the girls close to Ren."

"She's telling the truth," Haruto said firmly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

Arataki hesitated for a moment longer before letting out a deep breath. "Fine," he said at last, his tone resigned. "Let her in."

"Thank you," Ayaka replied with a graceful bow.

The oppressive mood began to lift, replaced by a sense of unity. Only Old Futto's quiet sniffle broke the silence as he wiped at his eyes, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"Damn it," he muttered, quickly hiding behind his sunglasses. "Yoshida… we'll destroy Ren. Him and all his accomplices. We'll burn them in hell."

Haruto's lips twitched into a faint smirk as Old Futto regained his composure, straightening his jacket with dramatic flair.

"So, let's get this team to work!" Old Futto declared, his voice filled with fiery determination.