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

Haruto sat in front of his laptop, lost in thought. He rubbed his chin as he scrolled through websites, trying to figure out the perfect date idea—something romantic, memorable, and completely devoid of sex, as per the system's requirements.

"It should be a place with lots of people," he murmured, narrowing his eyes at the screen. But nothing seemed to click.

Suddenly, a hand appeared in front of him, making him jump slightly. Chiyo set a plate with his favorite fruit, a peach, on the table, tilting her head at his startled reaction.

Haruto quickly slammed the laptop shut, his sudden movement making her raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

"What's with the reaction? Were you watching porn?" she teased, her lips curving into a playful smirk.

Haruto chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Of course not! I was just, uh… working on homework."

Chiyo didn't buy his excuse but decided not to push further. She decided to sit on his bed, as Haruto turned his chair to her as they continued the conversation.

Haruto hesitated for a moment before deciding to come clean. "Actually, Chiyo, I wanted to ask you something."

Her teasing expression softened. "What is it?"

"What kind of romantic date do women usually like?" he asked, his voice unusually earnest.

Chiyo blinked, caught off guard by the question. Her first thought was that he was planning something for Asuka.

A pang of disappointment tugged at her chest, but she quickly pushed it aside. Asuka had been through so much recently; of course, Haruto would want to cheer her up.

Her fingers fidgeted slightly with the hem of her skirt. "Well… something romantic and calming, like an aquarium date, might be nice," she said sincerely.

"An aquarium?" Haruto tilted his head thoughtfully. "Isn't that a bit… childish?"

Chiyo bit her lip, suddenly second-guessing herself. Asuka was an elegant and mature woman—maybe an aquarium date wasn't sophisticated enough.

"You're right," she said after a moment. "How about something more upscale, like a fancy dinner? Or maybe a shopping trip? Women like that sort of thing too."

Haruto leaned back, rubbing his chin in thought. A fancy dinner might work, but it felt too predictable, and he was sure it would lead to sex, which wasn't what he wanted for this.

Shopping, on the other hand, felt too mundane and wouldn't create lasting memories and more importantly, Chiyo's Emotional Bond or Obsession won't increase.

"I think the aquarium idea is actually great," he said finally, a small smile forming on his lips. "It's beautiful, peaceful, and memorable. Besides…" He paused, glancing at Chiyo. "I've never been to one before."

Chiyo's eyes widened slightly, her initial disappointment fading as a warm smile graced her lips. "Really? Then you should go. I think you'll like it."

He nodded, his resolve firming. The aquarium was perfect—a place that could leave an impression while keeping things lighthearted.

As Chiyo watched him, her chest tightened, but she couldn't help feeling happy for him. Even if the date wasn't for her, she was glad to help him create something special.

But for now, she could afford to be a little selfish, right?

Chiyo stood up, her hands lightly brushing against her skirt as if steadying herself, before she approached Haruto.

Without a word, she settled herself atop his lap, causing him to jolt slightly in surprise. The weight of her presence, so deliberate, caught him off guard.

After all, Chiyo was typically a shy woman. This newfound boldness made the corners of his lips curl into an amused smirk.

"What's gotten into you? This isn't like you," he teased, his tone laced with warmth as his hands slid naturally around her waist, pulling her closer.

Her fingers fidgeted against his chest, and her face was flushed, the crimson spreading all the way to her ears. "I don't know… maybe I feel like you've been…"

She hesitated, glancing away before continuing, "ignoring me a little these days." Her voice was soft, trembling with nerves, her entire body tense against him.

Haruto's smirk deepened. He recognized the effort it took for her to voice such a thing. Recently, he'd noticed Chiyo befriending the older market wives.

She'd often come back with shy giggles and vague comments about their "advice."

Those women, no doubt, had been filling her head with daring ideas—tips for satisfying husbands that seemed far too shameless for Chiyo's modest nature.

"Ignoring you?" he echoed with a chuckle, his breath brushing against her ear.

"I thought we were doing just fine. Or… maybe you're just the hyper one, Chiyo."

His voice dropped, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, "Do you love my cock that much?"

Chiyo's breath hitched, her face reddening even further. She stammered, her gaze flickering between his eyes and his chest.

"Ye-yeah… So please, Haruto," she whispered, her voice quivering yet desperate, "fuck me."

Her droopy eyes locked onto his, pleading, the vulnerability making his cock hard.

Haruto leaned back slightly, his grin widening into something almost cruelly playful. "Hm… What should I do? My cock's still asleep," he sighed dramatically, earning a flustered gasp from her.

"You know how to wake it up, don't you?"

Chiyo gave a hesitant nod before sliding off his lap, her knees hitting the floor. Determination mixed with embarrassment flared in her expression as she leaned forward, gripping his pants with trembling fingers.

Using her teeth, she carefully tugged the zipper down. His cock sprang free, brushing against her cheek.

Her hands trembled as she wrapped her fingers around him, her touch tentative, almost reverent.

Slowly, she worked her way to the tip, her thumb pressing lightly against the sensitive tip, coaxing a low groan from him.

"Use your mouth, Chiyo," he ordered.

She obeyed, parting her lips wide to accommodate him. Slowly, she slid his length into her mouth, inch by inch, until the tip nudged the back of her throat, making her gag softly.

Her eyes watered, but she didn't pull back, her resolve stronger than her discomfort.

Haruto's hand found its way to her hair, tangling in the strands as he began guiding her movements.

"That's it," he growled, his voice heavy with pleasure.

"Ahhh, your mouth feels so good like a pussy," he grunted.

He pressed her head, making his penis sink deeply into her mouth, as she tried her best not to gag.

He could feel the warmth of her mouth, how her throat muscles keep convulsing, trembling on his penis. It felt so good.

Her pace quickened under his guidance, her saliva coating his cock as it mixed with precum, dribbling down her chin.

She could feel him throb against her tongue, the veins pulsing with each of his heartbeats.

"Faster," he urged, his grip tightening, his hips subtly thrusting to match her rhythm.

Her movements became almost frantic, her head bobbing up and down as she tried to match his growing urgency.

His groans grew louder, sharper, until his body stiffened. With a guttural moan, he came, his warmth flooding her throat.

She swallowed instinctively, her throat convulsing around him as she drank every drop without hesitation.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

[Ding!]

[Chiyo's Libido has increased to 100%! The perfect time to push further!]