Netori: I Shall Steal All Of My Enemies' Women For Revenge!-Chapter 257: Ayaka’s House*

It was already night when Haruto and Ayaka arrived at the secluded village hidden behind the high mountain.

They stopped in front of Ayaka’s house, standing on the very edge of the village, its back facing a dark forest where tall trees rose like shadows.

The forest was so black that Haruto couldn’t make out anything beyond the first row of trunks.

The house itself was dimly lit only by a lonely streetlamp. Vines and creeping plants wrapped around the walls, giving the place a ruined, abandoned look.

Yet the terrace was swept clean, as if someone tended it every single day.

"Are you sure we’re staying here?" Haruto asked, eyeing the house. "This place... it must bring back a lot for you."

Ayaka drew in a steadying breath, then pushed open the gate first.

"Yeah. But that’s why I came. I want to relive it, not run away. I won’t get stronger if I keep backing down."

She smiled faintly over her shoulder.

"Besides, don’t worry. My mother’s relatives still come to clean it from time to time."

Haruto followed her up the path, their steps crunching softly as the hum of insects filled the silence of the winter night.

When Ayaka unlocked the door and swung it open, Haruto was met with an ordinary living room connected to a small dining space and kitchen.

It looked like a normal family home.

But he noticed the tension in Ayaka’s face. The way her hands clenched at her sides, the thin sheen of sweat on her temple.

"You okay?" Haruto asked, resting a hand gently on her shoulder.

Ayaka forced a smile and nodded. "Yes. Come on, let’s go to my room." She tugged his hand and led him upstairs.

Her room was simple. A bed, a wardrobe, a table with a chair—functional, but bare.

Nothing like the bright, decorated rooms Haruto remembered from his own childhood, or even his sister’s.

It was also so different from Ayaka’s room in her aunt house, making him could imagine what kind of childhood she has been through.

"I thought your room would be full of fairy tales," Haruto said quietly. "You said you love them, even until now."

Ayaka froze for a heartbeat before answering with a bitter smile.

"After my father left, my mother threw away everything he gave me. The books, the toys—everything."

Haruto’s chest tightened. He reached out and ruffled her hair gently. "I’m sorry, Ayaka."

But she only shook her head and wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice soft but certain.

"No... don’t be. I know why you came here, Haruto. You want to remember what happened that day, don’t you?"

He slipped his hand around her waist. "Hm... maybe. But first, do you want to do something else?"

Ayaka grinned mischievously, pulling his face down to hers.

Their lips crashed together, greedy and hungry. She sucked at his lips, tangled her tongue with his, neither yielding as they tried to overpower each other.

Their breath grew hot, their saliva mixing as it slid down their chins. Haruto’s hands slid beneath her blouse, peeling it away along with her skirt.

Ayaka moaned softly, the cool night air brushing against her bare skin.

When they finally pulled apart, a thin string of saliva still connected their lips. Ayaka smirked, breathless.

"You’re really impatient."

Haruto chuckled, gripping her waist and lifting her effortlessly.

"And aren’t you the one who wanted me first?"

He carried her to the bed and laid her down gently.

"Let’s rewrite your memories here," he whispered.

Ayaka laughed, teasing. "With sex?"

"Nothing better than sex," Haruto grinned, lowering himself over her.

His mouth latched onto her perky breast, lips closing around the stiffened nub as he kissed and sucked her nipple, sending tremors of anticipation through her entire body.

A sharp gasp escaped Ayaka when he gave it a playful bite, making it stand even harder while his other hand kneaded her other breast with greedy persistence.

"Hhnngg~ Haruto!" Ayaka’s fingers tangled in his dark hair, tugging him closer as her voice trembled with lust. "It’s been so long..."

Haruto didn’t bother answering, his mouth was too busy worshiping her chest, pulling on her hardened nipple until it flushed a deep red while her core grew wetter by the second.

"Ahhn... my pussy too," she begged, her thighs tightening around him. "Please, make it feel good..."

He obliged. His hand trailed down her trembling thigh, teasing her skin with a slow brush before stopping at her slick slit.

His fingers pressed firmly against her clit, rubbing in circles, then pushing down hard enough to make her scream.

"Oh God! Ahhh!!! More, Haruto!"

Leaving her breasts, his face moved lower, hovering over her drenched pussy. He inhaled her scent before dragging his tongue across her folds, licking her hole and savoring the taste until she bit her lip in helpless pleasure.

Ayaka’s face flushed crimson, her eyes glazed with lust. She wanted him inside her—wanted him to ruin her with reckless thrusts—but she knew Haruto loved to savor things slowly, and for now, she surrendered to his pace.

His tongue slipped deep inside, writhing and swirling as though alive, making her hips jolt. When his nose brushed against her swollen clit, her mind threatened to unravel.

"Harutooo!!! Ahhhh!! Ngghhh~"

She cried, pressing his head down as she ground her dripping core against his face, soaking him with her juices.

A shudder tore through her when she felt one of his fingers slip inside her, curling to stroke her walls.

"So good~ Hhnn~ your tongue and fingers are amazing, Haruto!"

Her voice broke into whimpers when his finger found her sweet spot, each touch sending waves of ecstasy that lifted her body higher and higher.

His tongue worked faster, his finger thrusting in rhythm, and her whole body shook violently as her orgasm closed in.

Haruto could feel it too, the way her walls clenched around his finger, how her pussy squeezed and pulled at his tongue.

His cock strained painfully in his jeans, but he held back, determined to drown her in pleasure first.

"I-I’m cumming! I’m cumminnnggg!!!" Ayaka screamed, her body arching as her climax exploded.

Her juices gushed like a flood, and Haruto drank greedily, his mouth wet and hot as he swallowed every drop.

Her body writhed, tense and flushed, lost in the haze of her release.

Finally, Haruto pulled away, stripping off his shirt and jeans in one fluid motion.

His cock stood hard and ready, glistening at the tip as he positioned himself at her dripping entrance.

"Sorry," he muttered, his voice rough with restraint. "I can’t hold it back anymore."