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

Mari nodded, her cheeks flushed as she whispered, "I'll try."

She leaned up to kiss him, her lips soft but hesitant.

She felt a deep embarrassment—no man had ever seen her like this, let alone touched her in such an intimate way.

But she trusted Haruto; she loved him and knew he would be gentle, guiding her through these new sensations.

As he continued to explore, his fingers moved slowly, carefully stretching her, helping her body adjust to him.

His touch was patient as he traced along her inner walls, each movement searching for her most sensitive spot, determined to bring her pleasure.

"You're so wet, Mari," he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" He slid another finger inside, his gaze never leaving her face.

Mari's breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping her lips. "Nnnggh… it feels hot," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Haruto chuckled, his fingers moving gently within her, coaxing soft gasps and sudden jolts from her as he explored.

Suddenly, her body shivered, and she let out a surprised moan. "Ahh!"

"Found your sweet spot," he smirked, pressing gently on that spot again, watching as her moans grew louder, her body responding instinctively to his touch.

"OHHH… that… that spot… it feels so good!"

She managed to say, her face growing hotter as she covered it with her arm, trying to hide her expression.

"Don't hide from me," he murmured, gently pulling her hand away so he could see her face.

His gaze softened as he took in her flushed cheeks, her half-lidded eyes.

Leaning closer, he whispered in her ear, "You look beautiful, Mari."

She trembled at his words, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down her spine. "It's… it's embarrassing," she whispered, unable to meet his gaze.

But her embarrassment faded as he added another finger, her body tensing slightly as it adjusted.

She winced, a small, uncomfortable sound escaping her. "It… hurts a little," she admitted, her voice soft.

"Just relax," he soothed, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, easing her into the sensation.

"It'll feel good soon, I promise." He took his time, his movements tender, until he felt her begin to relax under his touch.

A soft moan slipped from her lips as he withdrew slightly, leaving her breathless.

"Good…" she whispered, barely aware of her words as the warmth spread throughout her body, her nerves alight with pleasure.

Encouraged, he began moving his fingers faster, pressing firmly against her sensitive spot, each touch sending a jolt through her.

She moaned, clutching onto him as her breathing grew erratic, her body riding a wave of pleasure that built higher with each movement.

"Haruto… more… please, I need more!" she gasped, her voice breathless as she clung to him, her body reaching its peak.

She could feel herself tightening around his fingers, her vision blurring as stars danced before her eyes.

"AHHHH! I… I'm coming!" she cried, her body arching as she finally reached her climax, her breathing ragged as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

As she came down, Haruto slowly withdrew his fingers, giving her a moment to catch her breath.

He watched her, a small, satisfied smile on his lips, knowing this was just the beginning.

Haruto leaned closer, his gaze intense yet warm. "Mari, let's continue," he murmured, his hand resting on her shoulder as he gently guided her down.

He took her hand, guiding it to his hard cock with a small, mischievous smile. "Feel how hard I am?" he teased softly.

"That's all because of you, Mari. You have to take responsibility," he added, his tone light but affectionate.

Mari's eyes widened, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red as she looked down at him, her touch tentative and uncertain.

She swallowed, barely managing to ask, "H-how… how do I do that?"

Haruto smiled, lowering her hand to guide her slowly. "Just like this… start by rubbing it softly," he encouraged.

He lowered the zipper on his trousers, letting his dick spring free, and her eyes went wide, her hand pausing as she took in the sight of him.

"It's… it's so big… will it really fit?" she whispered, a hint of worry mixed with awe in her voice.

Haruto chuckled softly, brushing a reassuring hand along her cheek. "Trust me," he said, his eyes meeting hers with gentle reassurance.

"Your body can handle more than you think."

She nodded, her hand moving along his cock slow, shy strokes, feeling the heat of his skin and the steady beat of his pulse under her touch.

She couldn't help but imagine how this would feel inside her, and though the thought was a bit overwhelming, there was a small, curious excitement building within her.

"Now… would you try something else?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur.

"Can you lick it for me?" Haruto's tone was gentle, his hand guiding her chin up slightly.

Mari bit her lip, nodding with a hesitant but trusting expression.

She lowered herself, bringing her face close to him, her breath warm against his skin as she licked along his length, tasting the saltiness of his skin.

Haruto shifted his position, sitting up slightly to give her more access. Her touch was nervous yet earnest, her small licks becoming braver with each passing moment.

She continued, following his subtle guidance, her hands moving to hold him steady as her tongue ran slowly along him.

"You're doing so well," he encouraged softly, his fingers threading through her hair.

"Just… no teeth, alright?" His voice was filled with gentle patience, guiding her carefully.

Mari nodded, doing her best to follow his lead, her lips wrapping around his cock cautiously as she took him in a little further.

Haruto's hand stayed steady in her hair, his fingers gently massaging her scalp in encouragement as Mari slowly grew more confident.

She took him a little deeper, her lips soft and warm around him, and he let out a low, appreciative groan, his gaze focused on her every move.

"That's it," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "You're doing perfectly."

His other hand traced along her cheek, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Mari's movements became smoother, more certain. She glanced up at him shyly, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Haruto's soft praise and gentle guidance eased her nervousness, making her feel both cherished and empowered.

"Mhhmm… Yes, it feels good."

His quiet moans reassured her that she was pleasing him.

Encouraged by his response, she adjusted her grip, her fingers wrapping gently around the base of his shaft as she continued.

She tried to mimic what she'd seen in passing—soft licks and gentle sucks, letting her instincts guide her as she found a rhythm.

Haruto's breathing grew a little heavier, his fingers still resting in her hair but not pressing, letting her lead.

"Mari…" Haruto murmured, his voice thick with pleasure as his hand gently threaded through her hair.

She wasn't quite as practiced as Asuka or Chiyo, yet there was an earnestness in her actions that only added to the thrill.

He could feel her lips tighten around his shaft, her mouth working diligently as she struggled to take him deeper, her tongue grazing against him with each movement.

But still, it wasn't quite deep enough. He placed a firm, guiding hand on the back of her head, coaxing her down a little more, feeling his length sink warmly into her mouth.

Mari gagged slightly, her instincts flaring as her hands clutched at his thighs, but his grip held her steady, urging her to stay with him.

"Steady, Mari. Hold it in," he whispered, voice low and controlled.

He started guiding her movements, setting a quicker pace that left her struggling to follow, her soft gasps and muffled whimpers filling the air.

"Mmmph… nngh!" she choked out, her breaths coming in rough, ragged bursts.

Her throat tightened reflexively, creating a sensation that brought him closer to his peak, her struggle only intensifying his pleasure.

"Ah… perfect," he groaned as he found a rhythm that matched her movements.

She seemed to finally adjust, her throat easing around his cock as he reached the brink.

With a final, deep thrust, he let go, feeling his release flood into her mouth.

Mari jolted slightly, her eyes widening as she tasted the sharp saltiness, and though some escaped the corners of her mouth, she managed to swallow most of it, still catching her breath in his hold.

She finally released him, coughing softly as she caught her breath, her chest rising and falling with each relieved gulp of air.

Haruto watched her with a warm smile, reaching out to gently wipe away a stray drop lingering at the corner of her mouth.

"Was I… good?" she asked, her voice hesitant yet hopeful, eyes wide and searching, almost pleading for reassurance.

He chuckled, brushing a few stray hairs from her flushed face. "Of course you were," he murmured, his tone warm and approving. "You were perfect."

She lit up at his words, arms wrapping around him as she nestled closer, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

But then, the sharp sound of fists pounding on the gate outside broke the intimacy, echoing through the quiet.

Haruto's smile twisted, transforming into a cruel grin as his gaze flicked toward the noise.

'It must be Kota,'

he thought,

'I was right. There's a hidden camera here after all.'