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

In the bathroom, Haruto stood under the cold spray of water, his head tilted back as droplets ran down his face and chest.

Despite the icy chill, his arousal showed no signs of subsiding.

The image of Haruka's flushed face lingered in his mind, making his cock twitch painfully.

Her wide, innocent eyes and soft, trembling lips haunted him, and the thought of how her body had writhed beneath him drove him to the edge once more.

'I need to be patient,' he told himself, clenching his jaw as he exhaled sharply.

But patience was proving to be an impossible feat.

Haruto had never felt this way about anyone—not even his women.

Maybe it was because he hadn't yet fuck her, or perhaps it was just her.

Whatever the reason, the intensity of his desire for Haruka was unlike anything he had experienced before.

His hand moved to his aching length, gripping it firmly as he leaned against the cold tiled wall.

He hissed at the sensation, his hips jerking instinctively as his thoughts spiraled.

"Fuck…" he groaned under his breath, his hand sliding up and down.

Images of Haruka filled his mind—her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, and the way she had cried out his name in ecstasy.

He remembered the softness of her body, the taste of her skin, and the way her nipples had hardened under his touch.

"Haruka…" he hissed through clenched teeth, his breathing growing ragged as his strokes quickened.

The memory of her whimpers, the intoxicating sight of her writhing beneath him, and the sheer sweetness of her cries pushed him over the edge.

His body tensed as his release hit, his hips bucking forward slightly as he spilled into his hand.

As his breathing began to steady, Haruto stared at his hand, droplets of water mixing with the evidence of his arousal.

"That's pathetic…" he muttered bitterly, shaking his head.

Running a hand through his wet hair, he let out a frustrated sigh. "I can't be like this," he murmured, his voice low and rough.

"Even the thought of her makes me hard."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The cold water continued to cascade over him, the chill finally starting to seep into his skin and dull the fire raging in his veins.

Haruto closed his eyes, willing himself to regain control.

***

After finally bathing and dressing, Haruto and Haruka stepped outside the ryokan, only to find the sky draped in a blanket of stars.

"Eh? Why is it already night?"

Haruka tilted her head, her finger brushing her chin as she pondered her skewed sense of time.

Haruto sighed, a tinge of guilt flashing across his face. "It's probably my fault. I took too long in the bathroom. Sorry, Haruka."

She waved his apology away with a small laugh, her hand reaching for his.

"It's fine, brother! The taiyaki stall stays open at night anyway!"

Before he could respond, she tugged him toward the bustling streets.

The area surrounding their ryokan was lively, a popular spot for travelers and foreign tourists.

Stalls lined the streets, their colorful signs glowing softly under the lantern light, each enticing passersby with delectable aromas and cheerful chatter.

However, this charm came with inflated prices, clearly aimed at catering to the tourists.

It didn't take long to find the stall they were looking for. A large decorative fish perched atop the vendor's canopy marked their destination.

Thankfully, there was no queue, and they quickly ordered two taiyaki ice creams—matcha for Haruka and strawberry for Haruto.

As they walked to a nearby bench, Haruka eyed his choice with mock disapproval.

"You know the matcha here is really good, Brother! Why'd you get strawberry?"

"I don't like matcha."

Haruto shrugged nonchalantly, though his lips curved into a faint smile as he followed her.

They sat together on a wooden bench near the stall, the hum of the crowd forming a comforting background melody.

Haruka beamed with delight as she took her first bite, savoring the creamy blend of bitter matcha and sweet ice cream.

Haruto, however, found himself distracted—not by his dessert, but by her.

He watched intently as her pink tongue darted out to catch a melting drip of ice cream. Her movements were slow, deliberate, as though she was savoring every second.

A drop slid onto her hand, and she instinctively licked it off, completely engrossed in the taste.

His mind betrayed him.

The image of her sucking on his cock earlier flashed vividly in his thoughts, and heat surged through him like a wildfire.

Haruto clenched his teeth, forcing himself to look away, but the tension was unbearable.

Desperately, he shoved the entire taiyaki into his mouth, hoping to snap himself out of it.

The sudden rush of cold made him wince, his brain freezing in protest.

"Brother?"

Haruka turned to him with wide eyes, her lips smeared faintly with matcha ice cream.

"Why'd you eat it like that? Are you okay?"

She leaned closer, her concern evident, and that was it. Haruto snapped.

Before she could react, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, licking the lingering ice cream from her mouth.

Her lips were soft, her flavor a tantalizing mix of sweet and bitter matcha.

He didn't care that people were staring, their hushed murmurs brushing against his ears like a distant breeze.

All he cared about was her, the sweetness of her lips, and the way she tasted too good to resist.

When he finally pulled away, Haruka stared at him, her eyes wide and her face a deep crimson.

The ice cream in her hand was forgotten, melting slowly as her heart raced uncontrollably.

"B-brother!" she sputtered, her voice high-pitched as she scrambled to bow apologetically to the passersby.

"Why would you do that?!"

Haruto didn't flinch, his breath uneven as he leaned closer to her ear.

His voice dropped, rough and laced with unrestrained desire.

"I can't stand it, Haruka. This is your fault… You make me hard again. You need to take responsibility for this."

Her face turned even redder, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as she struggled to respond.

But Haruto didn't wait. He grabbed her hand, tossing both their half-eaten taiyaki into the bin as he pulled her along.

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They slipped into a dim, narrow alleyway, hidden from the bustling crowd.

Haruto stopped abruptly, pressing her back against the wall as he braced his hands on either side of her head.

"W-what are you doing?"

Haruka stammered, her voice trembling as she placed her hands against his chest, though she made no effort to push him away.

His breath was warm against her ear as he whispered, his tone low and apologetic. "Sorry, Haruka. I can't hold it anymore."