MY NETORI SYSTEM-Chapter 15: The Fiancée’s Craving

Rebecca’s Monday night left marks—literal and figurative. I woke up in her guest room Tuesday morning with a hickey on my collarbone and her citrus scent still clinging to my skin. Paul’s golf clubs in the corner stared at me like silent witnesses. I slipped out before he got back, drove home with the windows down, feeling like I’d just robbed a bank and gotten away clean.

The system had opinions, of course.

[Rebecca Voss – Loyalty Shift: 52% → 57%. She’s already googling "discreet divorce attorneys." You’re moving up in the world, homewrecker.]

[Cash Deposit: +$18,000 (post-fuck compounding interest). Keep this up and you’ll own half of Cobb County by Christmas.]

I smirked into the rearview mirror. Keep talking shit, blue. I’m listening.

Back at the condo I showered off the evidence, jerked off quick in the steam—replaying Rebecca’s moans, her begging to be filled while Paul’s framed wedding photo sat on the nightstand. Came hard against the tile. Felt cleansed.

Mid-morning: office. Tyler was there with coffee and gossip.

"Priya Patel confirmed for Thursday," he said. "She sounded excited. Also, your friend Nadia called the office line. Said it’s ’personal.’ Want me to patch her through next time?"

I froze for half a second. Nadia. The engaged graphic designer who’d ridden me like her life depended on it for three straight nights.

"Yeah," I said casually. "Put her through whenever."

Tyler raised an eyebrow but didn’t push.

Lunch: solo at the ramen spot again. Phone buzzed while I was halfway through tonkotsu.

Nadia: Hey... can we talk?

Nadia: Not just fuck. I mean... I need to see you. Tonight?

The system pinged.

[Nadia – Loyalty Shift: 58% → 64%. Guilt + craving cocktail. She’s spiraling. Proceed with caution or proceed with cock. Your call, stud.]

I typed back.

Me: My place. 8 p.m. Bring nothing but the truth... and that black dress.

Nadia: I’ll be there. Ethan’s working late. He thinks I’m at a client meeting.

I finished my ramen slower than usual, savoring the anticipation.

Evening: condo. I cleaned up, lit a couple candles (not romantic—strategic mood lighting), poured wine, waited.

She arrived at 7:58. Black dress again—same one from the bar night, but now it felt like a uniform of surrender. No bra, no panties, hair down, eyes red-rimmed like she’d been crying or fighting herself.

She stepped inside. Door shut. She didn’t speak at first—just walked straight to me, buried her face in my chest, arms tight around my waist.

"I’m sorry," she whispered. "I shouldn’t have texted. I have a fiancé. I’m getting married in October. This is wrong."

I let her cling. Hand on her back. "You’re here anyway."

She pulled back. Eyes wet but fierce. "Because I can’t stop thinking about you. Every time Ethan touches me I picture you. I fake it with him now. I feel like a monster."

The screen flickered.

[Nadia – Addiction: 68%. Guilt level: critical. She’s one good fuck away from canceling the wedding. Or at least postponing it. Again.]

I cupped her face. "You’re not a monster. You’re just... honest with what you want."

She laughed—bitter, broken. "I want you to fuck me until I forget his name."

I kissed her then—slow, deep, claiming. She melted into it. Hands clawing at my shirt.

We didn’t make it to the bedroom at first. Couch again. Dress hiked up. Her on top, grinding against my bulge while we kissed like teenagers.

"Tell me about him," I said between kisses.

She hesitated. "Ethan’s... nice. Sweet. Stable. Plans everything. Proposed on a beach at sunset. Everyone says we’re perfect."

I slid a hand under her dress. Found her soaked. Circled her clit slow.

"But?"

"But he’s... small. Gentle. Finishes quick. Never makes me come like you do." She rocked against my fingers. "I love him. I think. But I need this."

I pushed two fingers inside. She moaned—loud, needy.

"Need what?"

"You. Owning me. Ruining me."

I flipped her onto her back. Pushed the dress up. Ate her slow—tongue on clit, fingers curling, thumb teasing her ass. She came fast—shaking, squirting, whispering "David—fuck—yes—"

I stood. Stripped. Cock out. She pulled me down. Guided me in.

Slow at first—deep, grinding thrusts. She wrapped legs around me. Nails in my back.

"Fuck—yes—so much better—so deep—"

I sped up. Pounded. Couch creaking. Her tits bouncing. I sucked one nipple, bit gently.

"Tell me you’re mine."

"I’m yours—fuck—yours—not his—never his again—"

She came again—clenching, screaming, squirting on the leather.

I didn’t stop. Flipped her onto all fours. Slammed in from behind. Spanked. Pulled hair.

"Beg for it."

"Please—fill me—breed me—make me yours forever—" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

I buried deep. Came hard—thick ropes flooding her. She milked me, whimpering, coming one more time just from being filled.

We collapsed—sweaty, tangled.

She curled against me. "I don’t know what I’m going to do."

I kissed her forehead. "You’ll figure it out."

The system popped—quiet, almost gentle.

[Nadia – Loyalty Shift: 64% → 72%. Wedding date now listed as "tentative." She’s one more night away from eloping with you instead. Or at least fucking you in the bridal suite.]

Cash Deposit: +$9,000. "Fiancée Corruption Bonus." Keep ruining lives, legend.]

I smirked into her hair.

October wedding.

I’d be there.

And she’d be mine.

Before the vows.