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

Haruto was lying on his bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling above him. Jin's words echoed in his mind—getting close to Daiki and his gang made sense.

But if he was going to pull that off, he needed to understand himself better and gain the confidence to befriend anyone.

He sighed, rubbing his face with both hands. Socializing had never been his strong suit. New people, new faces, they always made him uncomfortable.

Even with Enji, he hadn't made the first move; his extroversion had done all the heavy lifting. Haruto just went along with it.

"I've got to work on this," he muttered, sitting up. "But… maybe the system can help me with that?"

He glanced around, feeling a little silly, but gave it a try. "Open status."

A golden screen materialized in front of him, displaying his stats:

[Name: Haruto Hayase.]

[Age: 18 years old.]

[Target: 1]

[Target Completed: 0]

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[Status:]

[Level: 3]

[Vitality (VIT): 50]

[Eros (ERS): 25]

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[Attribute:]

[Charisma (CHA): 5, Influence (INF): 2, Resolve (RES): 10, Seduction (SDC): 2.]

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[Special Attribute:]

[Corruption (CRP): 5, Depravity (DPR): 2.]

He furrowed his brow at the unfamiliar terms in the attributes. "This is nothing like those systems I've read about in light novels."

'System, can you explain this?' he thought.

[VIT: This represents your overall health and resilience. It's the energy you'll need to sustain physical activity, especially during sexual encounters.]

[ERS: Eros points are necessary for using your skills. Each time you use a skill, your ERS will deplete, so manage them wisely..]

"Okay, so it's like HP and MP. Charisma must be for charm and attractiveness, and Influence is how I sway people with my words." He paused.

"But what about the others?"

[Resolve (RES) is the host resistance to mental manipulation. Seduction (SDC) enhances how effective you are at seducing and influencing your targets.]

[In special attributes, Corruption: A special attribute that boosts your desire to twist and corrupt others. It increases the Obsession Rate of your targets.]

[The last one is Depravity, this reflects your capacity to engage in morally ambiguous or unethical actions. For every 10 points in Depravity, the effectiveness of your skills increases by 1%.]

Haruto nodded thoughtfully. "I get it now… I need to level up as fast as possible."

[You can increase physical attributes like VIT and CHA by improving your fitness and charm. Other attributes, such as special ones and ERS, require specific actions to level up.]

"Hm… makes sense."

A sly smile crept onto his face as he rubbed his chin. For now, his only option was to work on Chiyo, since he didn't think he could charm anyone else just yet.

He wasn't exactly the most attractive guy, and going after another MILF or strangers seemed like a long shot.

"Wait… I still have that thing in my inventory!"

He opened the inventory, and suddenly, something materialized in his hand.

It was a pocket pussy—a soft, tube-like item with an opening meant to mimic the sensation of sex. He stared at it for a moment, unsure of what to do.

He then open the information about it:

[Item Information]

[Name: Pocket Pussy]

[Description: A realistic onahole linked directly to the target's vagina.]

[Effect: Establishes a sensory link with the target. Any interaction with the Pocket Pussy directly impacts the target's body. Using this item temporarily increases the target's Depravity Matrix and reduces their Seduction Resistance and Mental Manipulation Resistance for fifteen minutes after activation.]

[Activation Cooldown: 8 hours.]

[Limitations: Can be linked to three targets and will disappear after full subjugation.]

Haruto's eyes widened, and a low, sinister chuckle escaped his lips. "Ohh, this system is downright evil," he muttered, a mischievous glint lighting up his face.

"But... not bad at all." He tightened his grip around the pocket pussy, feeling its soft, pliable surface as the system chimed in.

[Do you want to link the item to a target?]

[Available target: Chiyo Hayase]

Without a second thought, Haruto grinned. "Sure, link it."

[Linking to Chiyo…]

[Link successful! The item is now connected to Chiyo. You can use it at any time.]

The notification vanished, leaving him with a wicked sense of power. He stood up from his bed, walking over to the door and cracking it open to check the hallway.

The house was mostly empty—Haruka was out with her friends, and only Chiyo and his drunkard of a father remained downstairs.

Perfect.

With a sly smirk, Haruto stepped into the hallway and quietly descended the stairs. His eyes caught Chiyo in the living room, bent over as she wiped down the glass coffee table.

While in front of him was his father watching tv.

Her delicate hands moved rhythmically, and with each wipe, her breasts swayed ever so slightly beneath her loose top. Haruto's smirk widened.

He sat halfway down the stairs, pocket pussy in hand. 'System, activate the pocket pussy.'

[Pocket Pussy activated.]

[Time limit: 14 minutes 59 seconds.]

Without hesitation, he slipped a finger inside. The moment he did, Chiyo gasped audibly.

"Ah!"

She cried softly, her hand slipping on the wet cloth as her body suddenly jerked forward, her knees buckling beneath her.

She landed awkwardly on the table, her face flushed with confusion.

Haruto stifled a laugh, watching her closely. Teasing her like this, seeing her lose composure in front of her husband, gave him a thrill.

He pushed his finger deeper into the pocket pussy, mimicking a thrust.

Chiyo's body twitched, her lips parting in a soft moan she tried desperately to suppress.

"Nngghh…"

Her fingers gripped the edge of the table, knuckles whitening as she struggled to keep her composure.

She shifted uncomfortably, her thighs squeezing together as something invisible moved inside her, triggering sensations she couldn't control.

Haruto's smirk grew darker as he observed her and his father's reaction. Well, his father was half asleep so it didn't matter, as long as he could play with his wife's pussy, he felt satisfied.

He pushed further, twisting his finger inside the toy, feeling the soft material convulse as if it were the real thing. Chiyo's reaction didn't disappoint.

Her breathing grew shallow, her face flushing a deep red as her body trembled. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the sounds of pleasure building inside her.

But it was futile. The system told Haruto everything he needed to know—Chiyo's libido was spiking, her arousal hitting 100%.

"Nnngghhh…" she whimpered, barely able to stand, her legs shaking under the table.

Her hands slid down to her lap, trying to steady herself, but the sensation was too much. She could feel something deep inside her, thrusting, filling her in ways she couldn't explain.

Haruto's hand gripped the toy tighter, his dick was hard as he watched her squirm. He wanted to keep teasing her, push her further, see how far he could make her fall.

Chiyo, meanwhile, was a mess. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening.

She wanted to leave the room, but her body refused to cooperate.

Her hands pressed against the table, face lowered in shame as waves of pleasure rolled through her, overwhelming her senses.

"Ahh… Ahhh… Ahhh… Mmnnhhh." she moaned, couldn't hold back anymore and started to enjoy it.

Just as Haruto was about to push further, his father, Akito, stirred from the couch. With a heavy kick to the table, Akito's slurred voice broke the tension.

"What are you doing, you dumbass?! Clean this properly!" he growled, his words thick with drunkenness. "What a useless woman!"