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

"Haruto! Focus on me first!"

Ayaka whined, squirming beneath him, desperate to feel his cock moving inside her again.

Haruto chuckled, licking his bottom lip as he glanced down at Mari, whose wet pussy still clenched around nothing, her breath uneven from his teasing.

"Patience," he murmured, withdrawing his fingers from Mari, making her groan in frustration.

"All of you will be pleasured by me. Don't worry."

Turning his attention back to Ayaka, he flipped her onto her stomach effortlessly. His palm smacked against her ass, making her jolt.

"Lift your ass, Ayaka." His voice was firm, commanding.

Ayaka obeyed instantly, arching her back as she pushed her hips up, presenting herself to him like an obedient bitch.

Haruto wasted no time. He lined himself up and thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke.

"AHHH!!! HARUTOO~" Ayaka's eyes widened as her body shuddered from the deep penetration.

He pulled out almost completely, leaving just the tip pressed against her dripping entrance before slamming back in, deeper this time. His cock kissed her cervix, making her tremble violently.

"OHH!!! HNNGGHH!!! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!!!" she screamed, her body convulsing as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, squirting messily onto the bed.

Haruto groaned at the sensation. A pussy mid-orgasm was unlike anything else—the way it clenched, spasmed, and milked his cock felt like heaven.

He hissed in pleasure as her walls tightened around him like a desperate massage, refusing to let go.

His hand came down on her ass again, harder this time, leaving a reddened mark. Ayaka let out a choked moan, her body twitching in response.

"You slut," Haruto taunted, his grin widening. "Look at the mess you made. You soaked the bed, huh?"

He leaned down slightly, his breath hot against her ear. "Maybe I should stop. Don't you feel bad for whoever has to clean all this up?" he teased, feigning consideration.

Ayaka's breath hitched, panic flashing in her eyes. She looked up at him, desperation evident in her expression.

"No, please, Haruto! I still want to cum—please! I'll clean it up, I swear!" she begged, her voice needy and wrecked.

Haruto chuckled darkly, watching the mess Ayaka had become. Something primal stirred within him—an insatiable hunger awakening.

His eyes flicked toward the system shop interface. 'I know I need to save my sex points, but skipping this would be a waste,' he thought, a grin curling his lips as he scrolled through the available items.

He found something interesting. Something called [Special Lumpy Condom and Hand Tentacle], both of them cost 100,000 sex coins, too much for condoms.

But without hesitation, he bought it.

Pulling his cock out of Ayaka's dripping pussy, he ignored her whimper of protest and slid the newly purchased item onto himself.

It was a silicone sheath covered in raised lumps, designed to heighten stimulation without diminishing his own pleasure, so it still felt bareback—one of the system's guarantees.

He had something for Mari, too. A similar enhancement, but this one was for his fingers, featuring fine silicone short and small tentacles instead of lumps.

'Pricey, but worth it,' he thought, nodding in approval.

Haruto started with Mari first. He slid his fingers inside her, and she immediately jolted, her walls tightening around him.

"Ugh! What is that, Haruto? It feels… rough!" she gasped, squirming at the unfamiliar sensation.

He smirked. "Just wait. You'll love it."

He curled his fingers, pressing against her sweet spot with slow, deliberate strokes.

Mari's body trembled as pleasure overtook her, the strange texture adding an intense new dimension to the experience.

"Hnnngghhh~ It feels weird… but… it's good," she admitted between moans, struggling to process the mix of roughness and overwhelming bliss.

"Told you," he murmured, pleased by her reaction.

But he hadn't forgotten about Ayaka. She was grinding her ass against nothing, her pussy dripping in frustration.

"Haruto~ please~ put it back inside," she begged, desperation lacing her voice.

Haruto smirked and delivered a sharp slap to her ass, making her whole body tremble.

"I will. And this time, you'll feel even better," he promised.

Lining himself up, he teased her entrance, pushing in slowly, torturing her with anticipation.

Ayaka's breath hitched the moment she noticed something different.

'What is this? It feels… thicker… bumpy…' Her mind barely had time to register the change before he drove himself deep inside her.

"AHHHH!!!"

Her fingers clenched the bedsheets as his new texture pressed against every sensitive spot inside her, stretching her in ways she wasn't prepared for.

Haruto didn't hold back. He slammed into her at an unforgiving pace, each thrust sending waves of unbearable pleasure through her body.

Ayaka's eyes rolled back. She was completely at his mercy.

"HNNNGH!!! OHH!!! CUMMING!!!"

Her pussy clenched violently, squeezing around him like a vice, her juices gushing out in another forceful orgasm.

Haruto groaned. "Oh shit, you came again?" he teased, watching as her release dripped onto the already-soaked sheets.

But he wasn't stopping. His hips kept moving, relentless, while his fingers continued working Mari over. Both girls were screaming in pleasure, their voices filling the room.

"AHH!! AHH!!! HARUTOO~" Mari bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans.

She knew there were still students outside, but the way his fingers curled inside her, the bristles rubbing against her sensitive walls, was too much to bear.

"OHHH!!! GODDAMNNNHHH!!!"

Ayaka was barely conscious now, her body wrecked with overstimulation.

She had lost count of how many times she'd cum. Her vision blurred, the world darkening around her.

Haruto was in heaven. The way Ayaka's pussy clenched tighter than ever with each orgasm, the way Mari's walls quivered around his fingers—it was perfect.

"Fuck, you two are the best," he groaned, feeling his own release approaching fast.

Driven by pure instinct, he kept moving, the bed creaking beneath him as the two women whimpered in pleasure.

He leaned down, pressing a slow kiss against Ayaka's back, tracing the marks and bruises—old and new.

To him, she was beautiful, even as she lay there, drowning in pleasure, her body betraying her once again as she came.

Haruto hissed, his grip tightening. "Oh, fuck—how many times can you cum until you pass out, huh?" His voice was rough, strained with need.

His fingers dug into her waist. "Ayaka, I'll break you. I'll mold my cock so deep inside you that you won't be able to fuck anyone else without thinking of me."

Ayaka could only answer with a soft, mindless moan, her body completely surrendered to him. Thought was beyond her now.

The new texture inside her was a mix of pleasure and sharp, overwhelming sensation, sending her spiraling deeper into madness.

The lumps stroked every nerve in her pussy, her body trembling as if she was caught in some feverish, inescapable dream.

Haruto fucked her like she was a bitch in heat, and she could do nothing but take it.

"Mnnnhh… Harutoo…" Her voice was weak, barely a whisper, but he heard it. "More… fuck me…"

His smirk widened. Without increasing his pace, he pulled out almost completely—before driving back in with brutal, unforgiving thrusts.

Over and over, each movement sends new waves of unbearable pleasure through both of them.

"Ayaka, I'm gonna cum inside your slutty pussy," he grunted.

With one final, deep thrust, he came hard.

The silicone sheath contained his release, but the pleasure was just as intense.

Ayaka let out one last, broken moan before her body finally gave out, collapsing into unconsciousness.

"Hnnngh, Haruto…" Mari whimpered, still trembling.

She was close—so close. The bristles inside her felt like she was being clawed apart, yet in the best way possible.

"Cumming!!!" she gasped, covering her mouth as she reached her peak.

Her pussy clenched down, squirting onto the bed, adding to the soaked mess beneath them.

Haruto smirked, utterly satisfied. 'Worth every damn point.'

Haruto lay between the two women—Ayaka, unconscious, and Mari, still lost in the lingering waves of her climax.

He hadn't noticed his phone vibrating relentlessly on the floor, buzzing with an unending stream of messages and calls.

The persistent caller was Chiyo. Her hands trembled, slick with sweat, as panic gripped her chest. She didn't know what to do.

"Did he pick up?"

Rin asked from the driver's seat, her tone calm, but deep down, she knew she had screwed up.

Chiyo shook her head.

Clicking her tongue, Rin reached into the backseat, pulling out a pistol fitted with a suppressor. She thrust it toward Chiyo.

"W-what? Do you expect me to kill them?!"

Chiyo's voice wavered, her fingers barely touching the cold steel.

"In case I go down, protect yourself."

Rin calmly loaded bullets into her own gun, each click punctuating the tense silence.

"We can't stay holed up in this car forever."

Chiyo swallowed hard, her gaze darting between the weapon in her lap and her still-ringing phone.

'Come on, Haruto… please…'

Rin exhaled sharply before snatching Haruto's phone and tossing it into Chiyo's hands.

"Call someone named Enji or Arataki. They might help us."

Chiyo nodded stiffly, dialing the numbers with shaky fingers, praying that someone—anyone—would answer.