Netori: I Shall Steal All Of My Enemies' Women For Revenge!-Chapter 258: Sexy Night**

Ayaka pressed her palm against his chest while Haruto rubbed his cock against her slick pussy. A soft moan slipped from her lips as her body trembled, her voice sweet and breathy.

"Ngghh, Haruto... let me do it for you."

"Really?" He grinned. "Alright then. Do whatever you want, princess."

She laughed softly, slightly breathless, before they slowly shifted positions. Haruto leaned back against the headboard, his upper body resting comfortably as his hands settled firmly on her slim waist.

Ayaka wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking him slowly, deliberately, guiding his tip toward her entrance.

Then she smirked and ground against him instead. His length slid between her folds, dragging along her slick labia and brushing her clit, pulling a quiet moan from her throat.

"Ahhnnn... so big," she murmured, her juices coating his cock, making him even wetter.

Haruto clenched his jaw. "Come on, Ayaka. Stop teasing me."

"Hnn... but you tease me all the time," she replied playfully. "Why can’t I do the same?"

"Because you’re going to wake up something you shouldn’t," he muttered, sweat sliding down his temple.

"Huh?" She tilted her head innocently. "Who says I don’t want that?"

Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "I want to be fucked by that monster."

Haruto froze for a moment, then laughed. "Fine. Don’t blame me if you can’t stand tomorrow."

He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her down in one sharp motion. All of him filled her at once.

Ayaka gasped before crying out in pleasure, her body shuddering violently as she leaned into him, the sudden intensity pushing her over the edge immediately.

Haruto groaned, his head tipping back as her tight walls clenched around him, trembling deliciously and sending pleasure rushing straight through him.

"Shit... you came just like that?" he asked, looking down at her trembling form.

Ayaka was still shaking, her dark hair damp, her cheeks flushed. She looked fragile and undone, and that alone almost broke his restraint.

He began to move her, lifting and guiding her body with his hands. The pace was slow at first, he gave her mercy for now.

Ayaka could only moan softly, clutching at him and instinctively helping him move.

"Ahh... so good, Haruto," she whimpered.

Her whole body burned, her chest brushing against him with every movement, as if she was chasing even more pleasure, unable to get enough.

Thankfully, Haruto was more than understanding. His mouth moved to her chest, closing around her breast as he nibbled at her nipple, even tugging it gently with his teeth.

Ayaka screamed, her body jerking as her pussy clenched tighter around him. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Ayaka, move your hips more," he said, his own hips rolling upward as he tried to drive himself even deeper.

She nodded shakily and began to move, rising and lowering herself before rocking back and forth. It made him hiss sharply.

One of his hands played with her breasts, squeezing and teasing until her body arched beautifully.

Her lustrous black hair bounced wildly as she moved, and she looked unbearably gorgeous when she lost herself like this, shameless and needy.

"Ohhh... ahhhhngg... Haruto!" she cried. "I think I’m going to come again!"

Her voice echoed through the room, mixed with the harsh creaking of the old bed.

"Your cock... it keeps hitting it!"

Tears rolled down her cheeks as the pleasure overwhelmed her, pushing her right to the edge of sanity.

Ayaka was not only happy that she was finally having sex with Haruto. What thrilled her even more was the way he looked at her, his eyes filled with love and raw desire.

It was nothing like the disgusting man who used to look at her as if she were something filthy.

’I’ve been waiting all this time for your love. It finally paid off’, she thought as Haruto grabbed her waist again, lifting her before dropping her down hard.

Her eyes rolled back as pleasure exploded inside her. She came violently, her juices spilling as her scream tore from her throat.

"CUMMING!"

Her body convulsed wildly while Haruto growled loudly. Her tight, soaking heat was unbearable, squeezing and pulling at him as if trying to drain him completely.

He shoved her hips harder, thrusting relentlessly as he chased his own climax. Ayaka could only whimper weakly, her strength gone.

She was too wet, too sensitive. Every thrust slid in easily, driving him closer and closer. Haruto felt his cock twitching, desperate to pull out, desperate to finish it out.

But Ayaka suddenly wrapped her legs around his body, trapping him.

She refused to let him go.

With a broken groan, Haruto gave in, spilling everything inside her, thick warmth flooding her womb as they both cried out in pleasure.

"Ahhnngg... I can feel it filling me," she murmured, wrapping her hands around his head and pulling him into a desperate kiss.

She sucked on his lips hungrily, needing more of him.

Haruto kissed her back just as fiercely. Their tongues tangled, saliva mixing as the taste of sex lingered between them.

It was dizzying, addictive. When they finally pulled apart, thin strings of saliva stretched between their lips. Their eyes still burned with desire. One round was clearly not enough.

"Want another round?" he asked with a grin.

"Mmm... of course." She hesitated, then suddenly asked, "But what would you do if I got pregnant?"

There was something in her gaze he could not read.

"I’d take care of you and our baby. I would never run," he said, though hesitation crept into his voice. "Even if... I don’t know if I’ll come back alive after this."

Ayaka’s eyes widened before she frowned. She reached up, brushing his cheek gently. He caught her hand, pressing into the warmth of her palm.

"You will live," she said firmly. "You have to. I’m pregnant, Haruto. You need to take responsibility. So please, stay alive."

Haruto froze, his breath leaving him. He could not believe it. Two women carrying his children at the same time. The thought filled him with happiness, pride, and fear all at once.

He could not promise her anything. All he knew was that he had prepared enough money to leave behind if he never returned.

Still, the bitterness lingered.

He rested his head against her chest, listening to her heartbeat. He did not dare say the promise out loud, but deep down, he wanted to survive more than anything.