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

Haruto, Arataki, and Enji tensed at Kikuchi's words. But panic wouldn't do them any good, so they kept their expressions neutral, forcing themselves to remain calm.

"What do you mean?" Enji broke the silence first, his voice measured. "We've never hidden anything from you."

Kikuchi scoffed. "Hah! You expect me to believe that?" His gaze sharpened, assessing them like a predator studying prey.

"Do you have any idea how many years I've been in this business?"

He took a step forward, closing the distance between him and Enji until they were nearly face-to-face. His voice dropped to a whisper.

"I've been in it long enough to smell when something's off. I know when people are lying."

Then, just as quickly, he stepped back, his usual smirk returning.

"But let's not ruin our bond over this—especially with Red Fang watching."

Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and started walking away. "We'll talk outside. And take that girl home."

With an effortless toss, Kikuchi threw a car key toward Haruto. He caught it without a word, nodding once before turning to Ayaka.

He reached for her hand, leading her out of the underground ring.

But before they left, his gaze flicked back to Ren, lying limp in his own blood.

'What a shame,' he thought. 'I really wanted to drag him somewhere first.'

—

The cool night air greeted them as they stepped into the parking lot. Haruto opened the car door for Ayaka, and she slipped inside gracefully.

"Thank you," she murmured.

He moved to the driver's side, but the moment he slid in, Ayaka was already on him.

Her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss—soft at first, but quickly growing hungry.

Her tongue pushed into his mouth, tangling with his, tasting him.

Haruto let out a low hum, one hand slipping into her hair as he deepened the kiss.

The metallic tang of blood mixed with their saliva, the lingering pain from his earlier fight only amplifying the pleasure.

Their mouths moved in sync, tongues clashing in a heated battle for dominance.

The kiss stretched long and fevered before they finally pulled apart, a thin string of saliva still connecting their tongues.

Haruto chuckled, breathless. "That was sudden."

Ayaka's lips curled into a smirk. "You were so hot in that ring," she murmured, her voice sultry.

"Watching you fight like that… it made me horny."

Haruto blinked, taken aback. He had always seen Ayaka as the shy, soft-spoken type.

But now, the way she looked at him—her gaze dark with lust, her breath heavy—made it clear she was anything but.

"You're kinda kinky, huh?" he mused, amusement lacing his voice.

Ayaka didn't deny it, she loved it when his face and body were showered by blood mixed with sweat, and even now the smell lingered.

She nodded, her eyes lingering on his bloodstained shirt. Her thighs pressed together subtly, betraying just how aroused she was.

"Can't be helped," she purred. "You should've seen yourself in that ring. If you had, you'd know what graceful really looks like."

She smirked, pushing him back against the seat. With a deliberate motion, she reached for the reclining button, shifting the seat until it was nearly flat. Then, with catlike movements, she crawled over him.

"Still not satisfied with just a kiss?" Haruto teased, his lips curling.

"Of course not," Ayaka murmured, her fingers tracing his jaw before slipping lower.

"My pussy's been wet ever since I watched you fight."
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She licked her lips, eyes glinting with hunger.

Haruto's smirk widened.

Haruto knew Kikuchi and the others were waiting, but a quick round wouldn't take too long, right?

Besides, seeing Ayaka like this—bold, eager, and brimming with raw desire—was a first.

He wanted her just as much as she wanted him, despite the nagging feeling that something about her attitude had shifted.

But right now, his mind wasn't in the place to question it. Not when his cock was already straining against his pants, aching for release.

"Bring it on, then," he murmured, his lips curling into a smirk. "Let's see if your riding skills are as good as your mouth."

Ayaka's eyes gleamed with amusement as she leaned in, her hands moving to unbutton his bloodstained shirt.

Slowly, she peeled it off his shoulders, her fingers trailing down his bruised torso, mapping every line of muscle, every mark of his earlier fight and even fresh blood still staining his chest.

"You really took a beating," she whispered, her voice dripping with something between admiration and hunger.

Haruto chuckled. "You like that?"

She didn't answer with words—just a sly smile as she unbuttoned her own blouse, revealing the lacy bra underneath.

Her skirt was short enough that she didn't need to take it off. Instead, she slid her panties to the side, letting the cool air brush against her already slick folds.

Her fingers worked quickly, unfastening his belt and tugging down his pants just enough for his cock to spring free, slapping against her bare thigh.

"Ah! You are also as kinky as me." A soft gasp left her lips as she felt its heat, its weight pressing against her skin.

With a slow, teasing motion, she shifted her hips, letting his length glide between her folds, coating him in her arousal.

Haruto's breath hitched. His fingers dug into her waist, fighting the urge to just slam her down onto him.

"Damn Ayaka, you teasing me now?" he hissed.

But Ayaka was in control.

She gripped the base of his cock, her touch confident and practiced, guiding him to her entrance.

With a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, she sank down onto him inch by inch, stretching around him as a shudder ran through her body.

"Ohh!!! I love your cock!" she moaned, feeling her inside finally fulfilled.

A low groan rumbled from Haruto's throat as she took him in completely, her walls clenching around him like a vice.

"Fuck," he hissed, his grip tightening. "You're… tight."

Ayaka smirked, rolling her hips in a slow, controlled motion. "Tight? Or skilled?" she purred.

She didn't wait for an answer. With a measured pace, she began to move, rocking her hips in fluid, practiced motions.

It wasn't the frantic, desperate kind of sex—no, she was too composed for that.

Instead, she rode him with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what she was doing, grinding down at just the right angle to make him feel everything.

"Nnngghhh~ How is it Haruto?" she asked, feeling her inside ravaged, "Is my skill good for your taste?"

Her hands slid up his chest, nails grazing over his bruises, sending sparks of pleasure and pain through his already heightened senses.

"Shit…" Haruto exhaled, his head falling back against the seat. "Yeah, it's amazing."

Ayaka leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear. "I told you, ahh~" she whispered, her breath warm.

"You're so sexy when you fight. You make me crazy."

She clenched around him on purpose, drawing a sharp curse from his lips.

Haruto's hands slid down to her ass, squeezing as he met her movements with powerful thrusts of his own, forcing her to take him even deeper.

"OHH!! AHHH!!! SO DEEP, SO BIG!!!"

Ayaka gasped, her rhythm faltering for a moment before she quickly adjusted, rolling her hips harder, faster—pushing him to the edge.

Outside, Kikuchi and the others were waiting. But they didn't care as they were too busy having sex as the car moved erratically together with them.