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

In the secluded staff room, with the faint hum of chatter from the busy store beyond, Asuka locked the door, folding her arms as she looked at Haruto with a stern gaze.

"If you're trying to make me jealous, you're being childish," she remarked coolly.

Haruto, unfazed, leaned in with a smirk. "I am childish, but it's because of you, ma'am. You've been holding out on this 'boy toy,' so he found attention elsewhere."

Asuka sighed, hands settling on her hips. "I've told you—I'm busy."

He shrugged nonchalantly. "And? It's not like we're exclusive. Besides, if you're too occupied, I might as well find another companion."

The words hit harder than he anticipated, seeing her expression shift subtly.

She seemed to struggle with her ego, her gaze tightening, but eventually, she stepped closer, voice softened.

"Fine. I'll make more time for you," she murmured, pressing her head to his chest. "I get lonely too, you know."

Haruto blinked in surprise, caught off guard by her sudden willingness to lower her pride.

'That bracelet really does work,'

he mused.

Asuka lifted her gaze, a sly glint in her eyes. "Why don't we have some fun right now?"

He opened his mouth to answer, but before he could respond, she leaned up, kissing him with tender insistence.

The kiss quickly escalated, her lips pressing hard, tongue delving deeper as her grip tightened.

Their breaths tangled as she dominated, not letting him go until a soft moan escaped his lips.

When she finally pulled back, her lips glistened, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Leaving now wouldn't look right with this, would it?"

She whispered, trailing her fingers down to his hard cock, her grip eliciting a sharp intake of breath.

'Damn, this woman is a sly fox.'

Asuka slid onto his lap with a slow, taunting grace, her body fitting against his as she leaned in, that wicked grin playing on her lips.

"Sure, you might have another woman, but can she satisfy you like this?"

She unzipped his pants, freeing his length before her, her eyes flickering with that spark of confidence.

She let her mouth hover just above him, letting her warm breath tease his sensitive skin.

Her tongue slid out, flicking against the tip, pressing against it as she watched him, her gaze daring him to respond.

He groaned, that small touch sending a shiver through him as she continued, slowly taking his cock in.

She pressed her lips around his shaft, inch by inch, her mouth stretching to accommodate him as she pushed deeper, her lips sealing tight.

Haruto sucked in a breath as he felt her take him fully, the warmth and wetness enveloping him completely.

"Damn… seems that mouth can take everything, huh?" he managed, half-joking.

She began to move, her head bobbing up and down with a skill and ease that left him gripping her hair, guiding her as she increased her pace.

Each thrust brought his tip brushing the back of her throat, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.

"Aarrggghh… that dirty mouth of yours is hot," he groaned.

Her hands weren't idle, either; one hand cupped his balls, massaging them in sync with her movements, while her other hand held him steady, making each stroke even more intense.

Her mouth worked tirelessly, faster and deeper, her lips never faltering, her tongue pressing along his length as her pace grew relentless.

His pre-cum mixed with her saliva, a trail of it dripping down her chin, pooling onto the sofa behind her.

The warmth of her mouth, the gentle squeeze of her fingers, and her flawless rhythm sent him to the edge, every nerve electrified as she continued her relentless, expert motion.

Asuka was, without a doubt, in complete control, and Haruto could only lean back, completely at her mercy, lost in the intense pleasure she so effortlessly provided.

She suddenly let go of his cock, saying, "Do you still want to leave?" her voice full of confidence and cocckyness that he won't leave her.

"Not when you just started," he said, frustration in his voice.

Asuka then smirked as her tongue slid along the underside, flicking delicately in sync with the slow, suction that had his breath catching, every inch of him reacting to the relentless, focused attention she gave.

Haruto's hand tangled in her hair as she increased the pace, the soft, wet sounds echoing in the quiet room.

She barely paused, maintaining a controlled, steady pace that left him breathless, a coil of heat building low within him as she continued making him feel good.

Her mouth tightened around his cock, and her cheeks hollowed with every pull, as if she were determined to draw out every sensation he could feel.

Her free hand worked in time with her lips, squeezing gently, a rhythm that pushed him closer with every heartbeat, her lips forming a seal that sent shivers up his spine.

"Ahhh shit, drink all of it, Asuka. Consider this a payment for making a lady wait for me."

Unable to hold back, he tightened his grip on her hair, leaning into her rhythm as her movements became more intense.

Her mouth didn't slow, even as she took him to his limit.

Finally, as he reached the peak, she stayed steady, her eyes locking onto his as he shuddered, her lips still firm around him, drinking every semen that came out from his cock, until nothing left.

Slowly, she pulled back, wiping her lips with a sly grin, leaving him spent, fully aware that she'd done exactly what she'd set out to do, her gaze one of undeniable victory.

"Shall we continue our fun?"

"Well, we are already come this far, so why not?"

She started to take off her shirt and her clothes as Haruto helped her. Showing her gigantic breast and her wet pussy that was ready for another round.

'Chiyo can wait, this won't take long,'

he thought, seeing the beautiful view on top of him.