Netori: I Shall Steal All Of My Enemies' Women For Revenge! Chapter 175 Hot Kisses

Haruka's heart swelled with happiness, knowing her brother wanted her—not just as a sister or a companion but as a woman, as the object of his deepest desires.

Yet, this new side of him was unfamiliar. The intensity in his eyes, the rawness of his movents—it both frightened and thrilled her.

'Brother… He wants . He really wants to touch … I'm so happy,' she thought, her chest tightening as mories of watching him from afar resurfaced.

All her life, she had admired him from behind, those broad shoulders shielding her view of the world.

She had watched him with other won, their laughter and smiles shared while she could only stand back, silent and invisible, hoping that one day he might see her the way she saw him.

Gathering her courage, Haruka wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice trembling but determined as she whispered, "Do anything you like, brother. I'm all yours."

A smirk tugged at Haruto's lips, his voice dropping into a teasing drawl. "Don't worry. I won't 'do it' yet."

She puffed her cheeks in protest, her pout making her look even more irresistible. "Why! Just do already!"

Haruto chuckled, a rare softness entering his gaze as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

"Wouldn't it be more special if it's for your birthday?"

His words were gentle, but the way his lips descended onto hers was anything but.

Their kiss deepened, turning into a feverish exchange of tongues and breath.

The wet, ssy sound of their lips parting and eting again filled the narrow alley, their saliva mingling as Haruto claid her mouth without restraint.

His hands road her body, each touch lighting a fire in her.

One hand tangled in her soft, white hair, tugging gently as his other slipped under her sweater, finding her breast.

Haruto's fingers kneaded her soft flesh, coaxing delicate, breathy moans from her lips that slipped between their fervent kisses.

His touch grew bolder, twisting one of her hardened nipples, making her jolt slightly in surprise.

Yet, he could tell she was enjoying it. Her moans, muffled by their heated embrace, betrayed the pleasure coursing through her.

"Umm… Mnnhhh!!!"

Haruto deepened the kiss, his lips pressing against hers with hunger.

He didn't want this mont to end. His mouth moved in sync with hers, his lips capturing every sound she made, every gasp, every moan.

He sucked on her lower lip, eliciting a soft whimper, and his tongue ventured forward, teasing the seam of her lips before slipping inside to explore.

His tongue danced along hers, lingering against her teeth and savoring the sweetness of her saliva.

Her hands found their way to his head, fingers threading through his hair as she gently tugged him closer.

Their kiss grew even more intense, each movent filled with desperation and desire.

Her breaths ca in shallow, rapid puffs, her chest rising and falling against his, struggling to keep up with the intensity.

"Brother… I…" she murmured breathlessly between kisses, her voice trembling with longing as she clung to him.

When their mouths finally separated, Haruto's lips trailed down to the red marks he had already left on her neck.

"Hhaahhh… Brother…" she moaned, feeling ticklish on her neck.

He kissed them tenderly at first, then suckled, making the bruises bloom darker as his knee pressed firmly between her thighs.

The pressure against her clothed pussy sent waves of pleasure rippling through her, pulling a louder moan from her trembling lips.

"Ahhh… Brother…"

Haruka whimpered, her hands clutching his shoulders as her body lted into his touch.

She no longer cared about being seen by strangers; she only wanted him to make her feel good.

Haruto's voice dropped lower, rough with impatience and barely contained desire.

"Haruka… touch . Use your hand."

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she nodded, her small hands trembling slightly as she reached for his zipper.

The bulge straining against his trousers was hot and firm, even through the fabric.

When she finally freed his cock, her fingers brushed against its velvety surface, eliciting a sharp hiss from Haruto.

"Move your hand," he murmured into her ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Make feel good."

Haruka gulped, her throat dry as she wrapped her hand around his shaft.

She began moving hesitantly, her grip gentle but firm as her hand slid up and down his length.

Haruto groaned, his hips jerking slightly in response.

"Yes… You're doing good," he praised, his voice thick with pleasure.

Her touch wasn't as tight or warm as a real pussy, but her hand was soft and eager, each stroke sending electric tingles up his spine.

When her thumb brushed over the sensitive tip, pressing lightly against it, Haruto shuddered, his neck arching as goosebumps prickled his skin.

"Damn… That's it… Touch it more, Haruka," he growled, his knee pressing harder against her soaked panties.

Haruka whimpered, the pressure against her clit driving her wild. Her arousal pooled beneath the fabric, dampening her thighs as her movents grew bolder.

"Ye-yes… Haruto…" she moaned, her voice trembling with desire.

Her body ached for more, her heart pounding as she begged, "I… I want more. Please…"

Haruto's breath hitched, his self-control hanging by a thread as he watched her flushed face, her eyes glazed with need.

Her plea pushed him dangerously close to the edge, and the tension coiling in his gut threatened to snap. Explore hidden tales at empire

"Ugh… I want it more than you think," he muttered, his chest heaving.

A spark of mischief flashed in his eyes as an idea ford. It wasn't the full release he craved, but it would have to do—for now.

Haruto's hands rested firmly on Haruka's shoulders, turning her body against the wall.

Leaning closer, his breath ghosted against her ear as he whispered hoarsely, "Haruka, bend down. I want to slide my dick on your hot pussy."

Haruka's face flushed a deep crimson, the request making her pulse race. She obediently leaned forward, her heart pounding in anticipation.