Netori: I Shall Steal All Of My Enemies' Women For Revenge!-Chapter 230 : Good Girl*

Haruto laughed at her request, his voice filled with amusement. "Of course, I'll give it to you… after I get you home."

"Home? Why not now?" Ayaka asked, impatience lacing her tone.

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Haruto stood up, walking over to the cupboard. He opened it, retrieving a first aid box before returning to her.

From inside, he took a piece of cotton and poured antiseptic onto it.

With a firm yet gentle touch, he lifted her chin with his index finger, carefully pressing the soaked cotton against the cut on her face.

"Because this place isn't exactly comfortable for sex," he murmured as he dabbed the wound.

Ayaka winced slightly, flinching at the sting. "Aww…" she frowned in disappointment, her lips forming a slight pout.

"But I want to do it right now…" Her voice trailed off, her eyes watching him closely.

Haruto merely chuckled and continued tending to her wound, but Ayaka wasn't one to give up easily.

She leaned closer, her voice turning softer—almost pleading.

"Haruto, please…" she murmured, her fingers trailing down his chest before slipping lower. "I don't think I can hold it until we get home."

Her hand brushed against his crotch, her fingers moving teasingly as she stroked the growing hardness beneath the fabric.

Haruto froze for a brief second, his breath hitching. His gaze flickered down to her—flushed cheeks, smirking lips, and eyes filled with mischief.

"You… You really know how to get what you want, huh?" he muttered, his voice slightly hoarse.

Ayaka simply nodded, her throat tightening as she felt him harden further beneath her touch.

She bit her lip before lowering his zipper, releasing his cock from the confines of his pants.

Haruto groaned, his muscles tensing as she slipped her hand inside, her fingers wrapping around his length.

He let out a shuddering breath, his grip on the cotton faltering as pleasure sparked through him.

"Ayaka…" he exhaled, his voice thick with desire.

She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, her fingers stroking his penis slowly, teasingly.

Then, without hesitation, she lowered her mouth, her tongue flicking over the tip before trailing down his length in a deliberate, wet path.

Haruto's fingers instinctively tangled in her hair as his head tilted back slightly, a deep groan escaping his lips.

"Hahhh… Fuck, your dirty tongue keeps teasing me," he hissed.

His body shuddered as she licked along the sensitive underside before moving lower, her tongue tracing over his balls before licking it and nibbling on it, making him groan harder.

His breath came out uneven as her fingers worked his tip, pressing and circling in ways that sent waves of pleasure surging through him.

"Damn… that feels good, Ayaka…" he groaned, his voice nearly breathless.

Ayaka wasn't satisfied yet. She moved her mouth back to the tip, parting her lips wide before taking him big cock inside, her wet heat enveloping him inch by inch.

She pushed deeper, her throat tightening around him as she adjusted to his size.

Haruto cursed under his breath, his fingers tightening in her hair. "Shit… your throat feels so damn tight. It's like a warm, wet—fuck."

Ayaka fought the urge to gag as he pushed deeper, her throat stretching to accommodate him.

She forced herself to relax, her tongue swirling as she set a steady rhythm, her head bobbing as she took him in over and over.

Using her saliva as lubrication, she moved faster, allowing him to guide her pace. His grip in her hair urged her to go deeper, to take him harder.

Even when her lungs burned, even when she felt lightheaded, she didn't stop.

Strangely, she enjoyed it. The way his body tensed beneath her touch, the way he moaned her name—it sent a thrill straight to her core.

'Ahhh… I've become a masochist,' she thought with hazy delight.

Haruto groaned, his muscles clenching as pleasure built rapidly. Her mouth was too good, her tongue too skilled. He could feel his release approaching fast.

"Ahh… fuck!" he swore, his grip tightening as his hips twitched forward.

Ayaka hummed around him, the vibration pushing him closer to the edge. Her fingers massaged his balls gently, heightening his pleasure.

And after about ten minutes, he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Shit… I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice strained.

Ayaka only moaned in response, taking his penis as deep as possible.

With a final thrust, he pushed her head down, burying himself fully in her throat as he came hard.

A deep groan tore from his lips as he spilled inside her, waves of pleasure wracking his body.

Ayaka swallowed every drop, her throat working to take all of him in. But there was so much—too much. Some of it trickled down her chin, warm and thick.

Haruto let out a shuddering breath before finally loosening his grip on her hair. He reached down, tilting her chin up with his fingers.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice still husky.

Ayaka obeyed, parting her lips to show there was nothing left. She had swallowed it all.

A slow smirk spread across Haruto's lips. "Good girl."

"Touch me, Haruto. Fuck me," Ayaka begged, her voice trembling with need.

He met her gaze, "You don't need to ask. I'll gladly do it."

Without hesitation, he pushed her down onto the bed, crawling on top of her. His fingers skimmed over her torn shirt—there was no need to unbutton it.

The sight made his jaw tighten. The memory of the Red Fang members who had almost violated her flashed through his mind, filling him with anger.

If he had been even a minute late… Ayaka would have been—

Haruto clenched his teeth, forcing the thought away. He wasn't going to let anything happen to her. Not now, not ever.

Leaning down, he kissed her neck, his lips moving slowly down to her collarbone, then lower, trailing to her stomach.

But the moment he touched her there, Ayaka tensed, a soft groan escaping her lips—not of pleasure, but discomfort.

He immediately stopped, his brow furrowing. "Huh? What's wrong?" he asked, concern lacing his voice. "Are you hurt?"

Ayaka shook her head quickly. "N-no, it's fine…" she muttered, but her hesitation was obvious.

Haruto didn't believe her for a second. His fingers moved carefully, peeling her torn shirt away, and his eyes darkened at what he saw—a large, ugly bruise spreading along her side.

His chest tightened. "Ayaka, we need to go to the hospital. You need to get this checked."

But before he could move, she cupped his face, her touch gentle yet desperate.

"Yes… but not now," she whispered, her voice breaking slightly. "I want you to touch me, Haruto. I want to feel clean again… Please."

Her green eyes shimmered with unshed tears, looking up at him like a drenched puppy seeking warmth.

"Fine," he finally relented, brushing a thumb over her cheek. "But we're getting this checked as soon as possible."

Ayaka nodded, a small, relieved smile forming on her lips.

Just as he was about to lean down again, the sound of a door sliding open made them both freeze.

Haruto's blood ran cold.

'Shit.'

He had forgotten to close the curtain around their bed.

Whoever had just walked in could see everything.