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

"Ayaka?! Are you al—"

Mari's voice caught in her throat as she froze in place. Her eyes widened at the scene before her.

Haruto—topless—was on top of an equally topless Ayaka. It didn't take a genius to figure out what they had been doing in the infirmary.

Mari's mouth hung open in shock, unable to process the sight.

"Wh-what?! I was worried about you two, and this is what I found?!" Her voice shot up in pitch as she frowned, crossing her arms.

Unlike before, she didn't run away or feel betrayed. Instead, she just felt… annoyed.

'Am I getting used to seeing Haruto with someone else now?' she thought bitterly.

Still, despite her irritation, a dull ache lingered in her chest.

"Wait, Mari… I can explain," Haruto said as he moved to stand up, reaching toward her.

But Ayaka grasped his wrist, stopping him.

"It's me," she admitted. "I was the one who asked him to sleep with me."

Mari blinked in surprise.

Ayaka took a deep breath, her voice low and unsteady. "I just… I feel disgusted after being touched by those men. I was scared. And Haruto is the only one who makes me feel safe."

Her expression turned somber, her fingers tightening around Haruto's hand.

Mari's lips parted slightly. "Yoshida…" she murmured before trailing off.

Taking a deep breath, she straightened her posture and forced a small, understanding smile.

"It's fine," she finally said. "I mean… I've already slept with Haruto many times before, but you're new to this relationship."

It was more of a reasoning to herself than to anyone else in the room. She wanted to be mature about this.

But why did it feel so painful?

Her fingers twitched at her sides, then she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, voice turning hesitant.

"After Yoshida… can I have sex with you too?"

The moment the words left her lips, her face turned crimson.

She had blurted it out without thinking and now, embarrassment crashed over her like a tidal wave.

She immediately tried to cover it up, clearing her throat as she changed the subject.

"A-also! Why are you even doing this when she's injured?! Shouldn't normal people go to the hospital first?! What if she has a concussion?!"

Haruto chuckled at her attempt to dodge her own words. He could feel the tension leaving his body—relief washing over him.

Instead of throwing a fit or getting blindly jealous, Mari was trying to understand this complicated relationship.

And that was all he could ask for. The last thing he needed was drama.

"Well, for starters, how about closing the door behind you?" He gestured toward the still-wide-open door.

Mari flinched.

"Eh?" She turned around and quickly shut it.

"S-sorry about that." She scratched her head, flustered.

Haruto smirked and leaned back, casually waving her over.

"Why don't you come here and join us? It'll be fun."

"J-join?!" Mari's voice cracked. "How could I join?! Isn't sex supposed to be between two people in love?!"

Ayaka, surprisingly, didn't seem opposed to the idea. Though, it was because she already got all she wanted, Haruto as her charming prince and his protection.

And since Mari was mature enough to accept it, so why didn't she?

"Sex… doesn't have to be just two people. You've heard of a threesome, right?"

"T-threesome!!!" Mari's entire face turned beet red.

She buried her burning face in her hands, trying not to imagine the three of them tangled together.

But her mind betrayed her and now the image was stuck. She wanted to die.

Haruto laughed, grabbing her hand and pulling her closer. "Just come here first."

Since the infirmary bed was too narrow, he reached over and pushed another bed beside it, merging them together.

Mari, still moving like a stiff, malfunctioning robot, awkwardly lay down beside Ayaka. She had no idea what to do.

Her body was rigid and her heart pounded in her chest.

Haruto leaned over Ayaka, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I'll start with Ayaka first."

Mari nodded stiffly, her eyes squeezing shut.

She didn't know what else to do—

So she just lay there like a dead fish.

Haruto was already spreading Ayaka's legs apart, pulling down her damp underwear.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he ran a finger along her soaked slit, coating it with her arousal before pulling back, a thin string of liquid stretching between his fingers.

"Oh? Someone's already excited, eh?" he teased, watching her reaction.

Ayaka nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushed with heat. "I wanted you to fuck me hard, Haruto. So please." Her voice trembled with raw lust.

Haruto leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'll do what you asked, princess. But be patient."

He chuckled before whispering, "And be noisy—we've got an audience today."

Ayaka let out a breathy giggle, while Mari remained clueless about what they were doing.

Haruto wasted no time, stripping off his pants and underwear. His hard cock stood proudly as he pressed the tip against Ayaka's dripping hole, grinding it along her folds, teasing her swollen clit.

The sensation made her shudder, her hips jerking impatiently.

"Come on, Haruto! Stop teasing me!" she groaned, her pussy throbbing, aching for him.

His smirk deepened before he suddenly thrust inside her in one deep stroke. Ayaka jolted, her back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through her.

"OHHH!!! I'M CUMMINGGG!!!" she screamed, her voice deliberately louder, knowing exactly what he wanted.

Haruto let out a low groan, feeling her tight walls convulse around him, milking his cock.

"Just one thrust, and you're already like this? What a slut," he muttered, gripping her hips tighter.

Without warning, he started moving, pulling out before slamming back in. His pace wasn't fast, but every thrust was deep and rough, making Ayaka choke on her breath in pleasure.

"AHH!!! OHHH!!! OH MY GODD!!!"

Her vision blurred, her entire body trembling as his cock perfectly struck her sweet spot, sending jolts of ecstasy through her.

"Haha, so tight," Haruto groaned, feeling her walls squeeze around him.

Her wet heat was unbearable, sucking him in deeper as he kept moving.

He leaned down, his mouth latching onto her breast. His teeth grazed her nipple before tugging, making her body jerk from the added stimulation.

"HNNGGHH~ HARUTOO~ MORE! POUND ME MORE!!! HARDER!!!" Ayaka cried out, her hands clutching at the sheets, desperate for more.

Haruto didn't answer. He simply did as she begged. His hips snapped against hers, pistoning into her even harder, even faster.

Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as her pussy clenched tighter around him, refusing to let go.

"OHH GOD!!! I'M CUMMING AGAINNN!!!"

Ayaka's scream was broken and breathless as another orgasm crashed over her.

This time, she squirts hard, drenching the bed beneath her as her body convulsed uncontrollably.

But Haruto wasn't done. He still wanted more.

Mari lay beside them, her body stiff as she listened to every sound—the rhythmic creaking of the bed, the wet, obscene noises, Ayaka's shameless moans.

No matter how tightly she shut her eyes, she couldn't block it out.

She never expected them to fuck like animals. Haruto had always been gentle with her, but now… seeing this side of him, rough and dominant, sent heat pooling between her legs.

Her pussy trembled with need, a dull ache spreading through her core.

She knew exactly what she wanted—that thick cock of his stretching her open, pounding into her mercilessly, making her scream and cum just like Ayaka.

Gulping, Mari hesitantly cracked her eyes open, peeking at them. Haruto had Ayaka on all fours now, his hips slamming into her at an unforgiving pace.

Ayaka moaned like a bitch in heat, her voice raw and desperate.

"Oh no…"

Mari whispered, her thighs pressing together, but it did little to ease the throbbing between them.

Her hand moved on its own, sliding down to the back of her skirt. Her fingers grazed her soaked underwear, feeling the slickness seep through the fabric.

"Just a little bit…" she muttered under her breath, slipping off her panties before pressing her fingers against her needy folds.

A soft gasp escaped her as she slid one inside, moving slowly, biting her lip to stifle a moan.

But Haruto's sharp eyes never missed a thing. His lips curled into a knowing smirk as he suddenly stilled, as Ayaka whimpered in protest.

Without a word, he reached out his hand, his fingers trailing up Mari's trembling thigh.

"Oh? So impatient, Mari? Couldn't wait for your turn, so you had to touch yourself?" he teased, his voice thick with amusement.

"You little pervert."

Mari froze, her entire body going rigid as embarrassment flooded her. Her face burned a deep shade of red, the heat spreading all the way to her ears.

"T-that's—" she started, flustered, but before she could defend herself, Haruto silenced her by pressing his fingers against her dripping entrance.

Slowly, deliberately, he pushed one inside, curling it just right, making her tremble violently.

"You could've just asked me, you know?" his smirk never fading.

Mari could only nod weakly, her breath hitching as she let go of herself and surrendered to his touch.