Netori: I Shall Steal All Of My Enemies' Women For Revenge! Chapter 180 Finally, Found You!

"Brother! Co find , I'm lost!"

Haruka blurted the mont she answered the phone, she felt relief that she finally could hear her brother's voice.

"Haruka!" Haruto's tone was a mix of panic and relief, his voice trembling slightly.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was? You nearly gave a heart attack!"

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Haruka bit her lip, "I'm sorry, brother, but I don't even know where I am."

Her eyes darted around, scanning her surroundings until they landed on sothing familiar.

"Wait, I see the Yasaka Pagoda! It's not far from ."

"Good," Haruto replied, his voice regaining its steadiness.

"Stay there. Don't move. I'm coming to get you, but don't hang up the call, alright?"

"Okay, but don't take too long," she murmured, clutching the phone tightly.

Haruka waited, her heart thumping in her chest as she listened to Haruto's ragged breathing over the line.

A faint smile tugged at her lips as she imagined him rushing through the crowded streets, searching for her with frantic determination.

Her cheeks flushed slightly at the thought.

'He really does care about like that, huh?' she mused, a warmth spreading in her chest.

But even as she smiled, her thoughts drifted back to Daiki Yamada.

His piercing gaze and unsettling grin still lingered in her mind, making her shudder involuntarily.

Daiki had spoken as though he knew her, and worse, as though he could see right through her.

It was unnerving. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the mory, but his laugh echoed faintly in her ears.

'No, I can't tell brother about him,' she thought firmly.

'If I do, he'll get suspicious that I sohow know about that creepy man… and he might find out I've been tapping his phone.'

Before she could spiral further into her thoughts, she spotted soone waving frantically in the distance.

Relief flooded her as she waved back enthusiastically. "I'm here, brother!"

Haruto's sharp eyes locked onto her, and within seconds, he was by her side, pulling her into a firm embrace.

"Oh, God, Haruka! You scared half to death!" he muttered, feeling a great relief.

All his anxiety was gone the mont he could touch her and hear her voice.

'she is alright… Nothing can hurt her now.'

Haruka giggled softly. "I'm sorry, brother. I just got bored waiting for you."

Haruto pulled back slightly, studying her face with a frown. "You didn't run into anyone suspicious, did you?"

Haruka quickly shook her head, her expression carefully neutral. "No, not really. It just felt uncomfortable being there alone. Everyone kept staring at like I was so kind of doll or sothing."

Haruto sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "That's why you shouldn't wander off like that."

She pouted, crossing her arms as she looked up at him. "Well, maybe you shouldn't leave alone in the first place!"

A reluctant smile tugged at Haruto's lips. Reaching out, he ruffled her hair with a sigh.

"Alright, I get it. I won't let it happen again."

Her pout lted into a wide grin. "Good! I forgive you. Now, let's go get gyukatsu!" she declared, her voice brimming with excitent.

Haruto chuckled softly, nodding. "Anything you want."

The pair boarded a bus heading toward the restaurant, the tension between them fading into lighthearted conversation.

But as Haruto settled into his seat, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

Curious, he pulled it out and unlocked the screen, only to freeze as he read the ssage.

[Zenzai: I heard interesting things happened today to my twins. Azuki, are you in Kyoto? Why don't we et and do sothing fun?]

Haruto answered Zenzai's ssage almost instantly, his fingers moving with the speed of light.

He couldn't deny the surge of excitent coursing through him. Tonight promised to be a good one.

His frustration had been building for days—he couldn't touch Haruka, leaving his dick in a lot of suffering.

But now, it seed his suffering would finally co to an end.

[Kuro Usagi: I'm staying at the U Ryokan. If you have ti, why don't we et there?]

Zenzai's reply ca swiftly, laced with her usual teasing undertone.

[Zenzai: Alright, not a problem. It seems Shiruko misses you too.]

A sly smirk tugged at Haruto's lips.

[Kuro Usagi: Which part of does she miss, I wonder?]

[Zenzai: Hahaha, of course, your junior!]

Her response made Haruto stifle a laugh, his grin widening.

[Kuro Usagi: Don't worry, I'll make sure she won't miss again for a while.]

Satisfied, he slipped his phone back into his pocket and turned his attention to dinner with Haruka.

After they enjoyed their al and went back to the ryokan, Haruka's gaze lingered on him, her ruby eyes holding a silent plea.

She looked at him as though she wanted to be touched, her lips pressing into a subtle pout.

But Haruto shook his head, offering her an apologetic smile. "We're all tired, Haruka, especially you."

He reached out to gently ruffle her soft white hair. "Why don't we just rest tonight?"

Her pout deepened, and she turned away from him with an exaggerated huff. "Whatever!" she muttered, flopping onto the futon beside him but stubbornly facing away.

Haruto chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around her from behind. He waited patiently until her breathing evened out, signaling she had fallen asleep.

Only then did he carefully slip out of bed, ensuring not to disturb her.

He glanced at his phone, checking the details Zenzai had sent about their room.

Quietly, he made his way through the ryokan until he stood outside the designated door.

Knocking softly, he barely had to wait before the door creaked open, revealing Zenzai.

She leaned against the doorfra, her black lingerie leaving little to the imagination, her smirk as confident as ever.

"You finally ca. We've been waiting for you," she purred, her sultry tone sending a shiver down his spine.

Without hesitation, she grabbed Haruto's hand, pulling him inside.

His eyes imdiately fell on Shiruko, who lay sprawled across the futon, her lips curling into a seductive smile as their gazes t.

"Welco, Azuki," Shiruko murmured, her voice dripping with mischief.