Netori: I Shall Steal All Of My Enemies' Women For Revenge! Chapter 58: First Day Of School

"Aahh… Haruto… it feels so good…"

Chiyo's voice ca in breathy, shuddering gasps as she moved on top of him, her hips undulating with each roll.

Her generous curves—her waist and full figure—bounced with every thrust, her pace growing frenzied as she chased her climax.

The cramped, dimly lit bathroom amplified her moans, filling the air with the sounds of their forbidden passion.

Haruto slouched on the toilet seat, seed lost in the pleasure she was giving him, his high school uniform in disarray.

His black trousers lay pooled on the tiled floor, his shirt was half-unbuttoned and wrinkled from their 'fun'.

"OHH!!! NGGHHH!!! AHHH!!! AHHH!!!"

Chiyo moaned even louder, as if she didn't have a sha left in her. However, Haruto covered her mouth with his hand.

"You are too loud, Mother. Do you want soone to find us or sothing?" Haruto groaned, feeling her pussy trembling and clamping down on his cock.

"God, your cunt feels amazing. You just like a slut," he slapped on her ass, making a muffled moan echo in the bathroom.

Just as her movents began to grow more erratic, a voice called from outside the bathroom.

"Stepmother?" It was Haruka, her tone light but growing impatient. "Are you coming to breakfast?"

Chiyo froze, her body tensing in his arms as her breath hitched.

"What are you waiting for?" Haruto whispered in her ear, releasing her mouth. "Answer her."

"Y-Yeah… one mont," she managed, her voice breathy, but before she could finish, Haruto shifted inside her, sending a sudden, sharp pulse of pleasure through her.

"Aahh!" she moaned, biting her lip to stifle the sound, her fingers gripping his shoulders.

"Are you alright?" Haruka's footsteps grew louder, stopping just outside the door.

"I… Ngghh… Fine!!!"

Chiyo stamred, steadying her voice as best as she could, though her hands clung to Haruto, struggling to control her breathing.

Her hips quivered as he continued to rock against her, each movent making it harder for her to keep quiet.

Haruka's tone turned impatient. "Well, hurry up! I'm late, and where is brother anyway?"

Chiyo bit her lip hard, her face buried against Haruto's neck as her body took over, undulating to the rhythm of his thrusts.

"I-I'm… nghh…"

"I'M GONNA CO!!! I'M COMING!!!"

Her gasps grew louder, and with a final, choked cry, she ca undone, her climax washing over her in waves that left her shivering in his arms.

Haruto chuckled lowly, watching her with a satisfied gleam in his eyes.

Haruto clenched his jaw, his own release building as he felt her pulsing around him, finally spilling into the condom with a groan.

They remained still for a mont, both catching their breath, the faint sounds of the house returning to normal outside.

"Hmm… Okay, don't be too long. I need to search for my brother." Haruka said as she finally left.

Haruto pulled her close, whispering into her ear with a teasing smirk.

"You liked that, didn't you?" he murmured. "Coming like that, right in front of your daughter and having sex in the morning with your son?"

Chiyo didn't answer, lost in the haze of pleasure, her breaths still shallow and her cheeks flushed.

It was as if her body responded to Haruto's every touch and word, obeying him instinctively.

She felt weak, her limbs trembling as she slowly gathered herself.

After a mont, Chiyo took a deep breath and carefully adjusted her clothes. Once she felt presentable, she slipped out of the bathroom, peeking around to make sure the coast was clear.

She exhaled in relief when she saw that Haruka was nowhere in sight—likely searching for her brother upstairs.

It was Haruto's first day back at school after a week-long absence, and Chiyo's excitent seed to outmatch even Haruka's.

She headed to the kitchen, quickly imrsing herself in preparing bento boxes for the siblings, her hands moving with practiced speed as she laid out each dish.

anwhile, Haruto straightened his uniform, running a hand through his hair and buttoning his shirt before stepping out.

As he walked into the kitchen, he caught sight of Chiyo, already back to her usual self, focused on packing their lunches.

He chuckled quietly, marveling at how quickly she could switch from one mood to another.

"She's quick to adapt," he muttered under his breath, stifling a yawn as he moved to the breakfast table.

It was laid out with an assortnt of dishes, the enticing aroma of miso soup and grilled fish filling the room.

Monts later, Haruka entered, casting a sharp look at Haruto as she took her seat.

"You know you're late, right? I've been looking everywhere for you!" she huffed, hands on her hips.

Haruto rolled his eyes, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "Relax, I'm here now," he replied, grabbing his chopsticks as he settled in.

After a few more grumbles from Haruka, they finally began their breakfast together, the familiar sounds of clinking dishes and soft conversation filling the air.

***

Haruto walked toward the school building, each step carrying confidence. The students milling around in their matching uniforms paused, their attention caught by his presence.

Whispers and glances followed him as he approached, but he kept his posture straight, his chin lifted, letting the bruises still scattered across his face add to his aura rather than diminish it.

He was different now—stronger, more assured, soone who not only knew what he wanted but had the will to claim it.

The low murmurs around him didn't make him feel small; instead, they bolstered him. The students stared, half in awe, half in shock.

'I'm almost at level 30,' he thought, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

'My stats have skyrocketed, and it shows. Can't bla them for noticing how handso and... magnetic I am now.'

He had considered using the Ring of Hiros to boost his appeal, but he decided against it.

The ring would send any woman within sight of him into a near frenzy—a bit overkill for a simple entrance.

As he entered his classroom, a hush fell over the room. Every head turned in his direction, eyes widening as recognition slowly dawned on his classmates.

"A new student?"

"Wow! He's gorgeous!"

"Look at those bruises... is he a delinquent?"

"But still so cool!"

Haruto strode to his seat and sank down with a calm, almost dismissive gaze toward them. The class gaped in stunned disbelief.

"Wait... is that Hayase?"

"No way, that nerd?!"

"How... How did this happen?"

The murmurs turned into an excited hum as several girls flocked toward him, their faces lighting up as they gushed over his transformation.

So of the boys, anwhile, couldn't hide their envy, exchanging uncertain glances.

One student seated directly behind Haruto, his bowl cut and thick glasses giving him a permanently disgruntled look, mumbled under his breath, scowling, "He isn't even that handso..."