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

Haruto's expression darkened as he snatched the phone from Ayaka's trembling hands. He brought it to his ear, his voice dripping with mockery as he greeted Ren.
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"Yo, Ren, how's your day?" he began, "Ah, don't answer that. Based on your bastard voice, I can tell you're having a bad day, huh?"

Ren's voice exploded on the other end, sharp and furious. "Who the hell is this?! I wanted to talk to that bitch! Give the phone back to her!"

Haruto chuckled, the sound low and menacing. "Bitch? You really have no manners, do you? Fuckers like you deserve to die," he said, his voice hardening as he gritted his teeth.

"Your 'bitch' is mine now, bastard."

Without waiting for a response, Haruto ended the call and handed the phone back to Ayaka. Her face was pale, her hands shaking as she took it from him.

"Haruto! Why would you do that?" she protested, her voice rising in panic. "Ren—he'll get even more violent now! He'll—"

Haruto cupped her face in his hands, his touch firm but gentle. His eyes locked onto hers, his expression serious and unwavering.

"I won't let him hurt you," he said, his voice steady. "Not anymore."

Ayaka's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. For a moment, she just stared at him, her mind racing. Then she sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

"I… I'm your spy, aren't I? If you let me go, I can go to that hotel and—"

"No," Haruto interrupted, his voice firm.

"You're not going anywhere near him. You said it yourself—he'll be more violent. I won't let him touch you like that."

He brushed his thumb against her cheek, his touch soft but deliberate.

"Tonight, let's forget about the spy thing. Honestly, if I could, I wouldn't let you be one at all," he admitted, his voice lowering.

"I want to set you free from that bastard."

Ayaka's eyes softened, a flicker of gratitude shining through her fear. "It would be an honor if you could do that for me," she said quietly.

"But Haruto, I want to be useful to you too. And to the other victims. So, for now, let's just… let it be. Let's sleep, alright?"

Haruto raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Sleep? You really don't want to have sex, do you?"

Ayaka chuckled softly, shaking her head as she walked over to the bed. She lay down, turning her back to him and pulling the covers up to her shoulders.

"We're both tired," she said, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Let's just sleep."

Haruto sighed, a mix of disappointment and amusement in his expression. He climbed into bed beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close.

Her body was warm against his, her breathing slow and steady as she relaxed into his embrace.

But Haruto wasn't one to give up so easily. His hand rested lightly on her hip, his fingers tracing small, teasing circles against the fabric of her silk dress.

"You sure you don't want to… make the most of tonight?" he murmured, his voice low and suggestive.

Ayaka let out a soft laugh, her shoulders shaking slightly. "Haruto, you're impossible," she said, though there was no real annoyance in her tone.

"Just saying," he replied, his smirk audible in his voice. "You're the one who invited me to stay the night."

"To sleep," she clarified, her tone playful but firm. "Not for… anything else."

Haruto frowned, his tone playful. "Fine then," he said, turning his body away from her as if to make a point.

He expected her to laugh or tease him back, but instead, he felt her shift behind him.

Ayaka's voice was soft, almost trembling, as she turned toward him and wrapped her arms around his back.

"Are you angry? Don't be… Let's have sex if you want to," she said, her words rushed and filled with panic.

Her grip tightened, as if she were afraid he might slip away forever.

Haruto's eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly turned back to face her.

"Of course I won't do it if you don't want to," he said, his voice firm but gentle.

"I was just joking, Ayaka."

Her eyes were wide with worry, but there was also a flicker of relief as she realized he wasn't angry.

She had been terrified that he might leave her or think her useless for refusing him.

"Haruto, it's not like I don't want to have sex with you…" she began, her voice hesitant and fragile.

"It's just that… Don't you see me as something dirty?"

Her gaze dropped, unable to meet his eyes. The shame in her voice was palpable, a heavy weight that seemed to press down on her chest.

"You know what I've been doing… Don't you get disgusted with me?"

Haruto's response was immediate, his voice steady and unwavering.

"Why would I?" he said, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

"It's not like you wanted to do any of it. I know you were forced."

He reached out, his hand gently brushing her hair back as he pressed his forehead to hers.

"There's no disgust in me for you, Ayaka. If anything, it's the opposite. I'm proud of you for still being here, for still being alive after everything you've been through."

His words were sincere, each one carrying the weight of his admiration.

Haruto knew all too well what happened to the girls who got close to Ren or Daiki. He had seen it with his own sister—how they were broken, their spirits shattered beyond repair.

But Ayaka was different.

Despite everything, she was still here, still fighting, still smiling. That strength, that resilience, was something he deeply respected.

"Haruto… thank you," Ayaka whispered, her voice barely audible.

A sad smile touched her lips as she leaned into his warmth, her heart aching with a bittersweet mix of emotions.

'If only I had met you instead of him back then…' she thought, her mind drifting to what could have been.

'I would have been the happiest girl.'

"But if you still want to have sex, I'll give it to you," she said, her tone genuine yet laced with vulnerability.

"Let's do it. Wash away any disgust in me, Haruto. Make me clean again."

Her words struck him deeply, and for a moment, he could only stare at her, his chest tightening with a mix of emotions.

He realized what she was asking—not just for physical intimacy, but for him to rewrite the painful memories etched into her body, to replace the scars of her past with something tender and new.

He smiled softly, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. "Of course, I'll do it," he said, his voice steady but filled with warmth.

Leaning in, he kissed her gently at first, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, reassuring touch.

But the kiss quickly deepened, becoming more passionate as he used his tongue to coax her mouth open.

Ayaka responded eagerly, her tongue meeting him in a fiery dance that left them both breathless.

Her hands moved to his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, savoring every moment of the kiss.

Their breaths mingled, their saliva mixing as the heat between them grew.

When they finally pulled apart, a thin string of saliva connected their lips, a testament to the intensity of their connection.

Haruto shifted, gently pushing her onto her back as he hovered over her.

His eyes drank in the sight of her—her satin dress clinging to her curves, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly swollen from their kiss.

He couldn't hold back any longer.

He kissed her neck, his lips trailing down to her collarbone as his hand slid beneath the fabric of her dress, finding her breast.

He massaged it gently, his thumb brushing over her nipple, teasing it until it hardened beneath his touch.

"H-Haruto… nghh," Ayaka moaned, her back arching slightly as pleasure coursed through her.

Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging lightly into his skin. "Touch me more," she begged, her voice trembling with need.

"I will," Haruto promised, his voice low and husky.

He helped her out of her dress and quickly removed his own shirt, tossing it aside as their skin pressed together.

As he looked down at her, his breath caught.

Ayaka's body was beautiful, but it was also marked—scars from burns, fresh welts from whips, and bruises that painted her skin in shades of blue and purple.

Each mark told a story of pain, of suffering inflicted by someone who had no right to touch her.

Haruto's hands trembled as they hovered over her, his heart aching with a mix of anger and sorrow.

'Fuck you, Ren,' he thought, his mind burning with hatred for the man who had done this to her.

'I'm going to kill you.'

But before his thoughts could spiral further, Ayaka's hand reached up, her fingers wrapping around his.

She pulled his hand to her chest, her eyes meeting his with a soft, reassuring smile.

"I'm fine, Haruto. I'm really fine," she said, her voice steady despite the tears glistening in her eyes.

"So please… just continue what you wanted to do."

Haruto frowned, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "It's fine if you want to cry, you know?" he said gently.

Ayaka shook her head, her smile widening. "Why would I? I feel happy… because you want to do this with me."

Her words were genuine, and they pierced through Haruto's heart like a knife.

She was happy—truly happy—and that only made him want to protect her even more.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Yes," he murmured, his voice filled with determination.

"I'll do my best to make you stay happy."