Netori: I Shall Steal All Of My Enemies' Women For Revenge!

Mari sat on the low stool, her hands diligently scrubbing Haruto's broad back. Her cheeks remained flushed as she worked.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The scent of soap filled the warm air, mingling with the faint aroma of the cedar bath. Haruto let out a satisfied sigh, enjoying her delicate yet firm touch that felt almost like a massage.

"Mari, how are you so good at this? Honestly, it feels like you're a pro masseuse," he said, breaking the silence and throwing a teasing glance over his shoulder.

Mari chuckled, her nervousness easing slightly. "Ah, it's probably because I scrub Koko a lot. He's such a silly dog—always rolling in the mud."

Her laugh was soft but genuine, the tension in her shoulders easing as she worked.

Haruto grinned. "So what you're saying is, I remind you of a dog?"

Mari paused for a moment before smirking. "Well… maybe a little. You're kind of like my dad's Doberman—big, sleek, and always acting like you own the place."

"Ugh, don't remind me of that dog," Haruto said, shivering. "I swear that thing wanted to bite my head off the moment I walked through the door."

She giggled, her hands covered in frothy soap as she continued scrubbing. "He's harmless if you don't provoke him."

"Sure, harmless, the problem is your dad," Haruto muttered, shaking his head.

After a moment, he reached for the wooden dipper to rinse off the soap.

"I think I'm good now. Want me to scrub your back?"

Mari froze, her face instantly turning a deeper shade of red. She shook her head quickly, her voice coming out in a soft squeak. "N-No need!"

Haruto turned to glance at her, his mischievous smirk growing. "Why not? I've already seen what's under that yukata, you know. You don't have to be shy around me anymore."

"Still!" Mari buried her face in her hands, her voice muffled. "Don't you get embarrassed being naked in front of someone?"

Haruto laughed, standing to his full height with confidence. "With a body like this? Why would I?"

Mari's eyes darted everywhere but at him as he stood there, completely exposed, his toned physique commanding her attention whether she wanted it to or not.

"H-Haruto!" she stammered, her face burning as she tried to look anywhere but his dick was blatantly in her line of sight.

He stepped closer, leaning down slightly to meet her gaze. "As a couple, aren't we seeing our inside and 'out' now?," he said, jokingly.

Mari's breath hitched at his words, 'He's right. I can't keep acting like this. I don't want to make him bored of our sex life! I need to step up!'

Gathering her courage, she stood, her fingers trembling slightly as she untied her obi. The yukata slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet and revealing her petite yet elegant figure.

She bit her lip nervously, feeling Haruto's gaze sweeping over her like a predator appraising its prey.

"O-Okay!" she stammered. "Please help me scrub, Haruto."

Haruto's smirk softened into a warm smile. "That's my Mari," he said, stepping closer to her.

"Let's make this a bath you'll never forget."

Mari turned around and sat up, her cheeks already flushed as Haruto took the scrub she had been using.

Squeezing a bit of liquid soap onto it, he worked it into a rich foam. Without a word, he began scrubbing her back slowly, his strokes gentle but thorough, ensuring no trace of dead skin remained.

Mari flinched, her shoulders trembling slightly as she buried her face into her lap. She clutched her legs tightly, her muffled giggles betraying her struggle to keep her composure.

Haruto paused for a moment, glancing down at her with an amused smirk. "Oh… so this is why you didn't want me to scrub you," he teased, his tone playful.

His words hit the mark. Mari's laugh bubbled out despite her efforts to contain it.

"Ye-yeah! That's why! Now hurry up, Haruto!" she pleaded, her voice shaky with suppressed laughter as her body twitched beneath his touch.

But Haruto's smirk deepened, mischief glinting in his eyes. His hand, now far from innocent, wandered lower, gliding from her back to her front with a sudden move.

Mari gasped, twisting to glance over her shoulder, her eyes wide. "H-Haruto? What are you doing?" she asked, confused.

"Obviously washing you," he replied smoothly, his smirk never faltering.

"What else would I be doing?"

His hand brushed her chest, the coarse texture of the scrub grazing her nipple just enough to elicit a soft moan from her lips.

"Ugh…"

Mari shuddered, her body reacting involuntarily as the sensation teased her. Her nipples hardened under the friction, her face heating even more.

Haruto didn't let up. Switching tactics, his free hand cupped her other breast, his fingers pinching and twisting her nipple with an intensity that had Mari whimpering.

"Y-you said you'd only scrub my back!" she protested weakly, though her trembling voice betrayed the truth—she didn't want him to stop.

"Did I? I don't remember saying that," he murmured, leaning closer until his lips brushed her ear.

His voice dropped to a whisper, sending shivers down her spine.

"But even if I did…"

His teeth grazed her earlobe before he nibbled on it lightly, her body arching in response.

"Nnngh…"

Mari's moan was muffled, her head tilting back instinctively as Haruto's mouth trailed downward, leaving a line of wet, heated kisses along her neck.

Each kiss lingered, his lips pulling at her skin to leave faint marks.

"You want more, don't you?" Haruto's tone was a mixture of confidence and seduction.

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His soapy hand trailed lower, moving to her most intimate spot. The scrub rasped gently over her thin pubic hair before he let it drop with a soft thud to the ground.

Replacing it with his fingers, Haruto teased her entrance, drawing out a sharp gasp from Mari as her thighs pressed together reflexively.

"Haruto, please…" she whimpered, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she squirmed under his touch.

"See?"

He chuckled softly. "I told you—you love it. So stop being embarrassed, Mari. I'll give you everything you desire."

His smirk grew as he slipped a finger inside her, the slow, deliberate motion making her tremble.

His other hand sought out her clit, his touch feather-light at first before increasing in pressure, making her body quake.

"Ahh! H-Haruto!" Mari cried out, her voice rising with each wave of pleasure coursing through her.

Mari's lips parted, a soft cry escaping as his thumb pressed firmly against her clit, moving in slow circles.

Her body instinctively arched toward him, her hands gripping his thighs for balance. "Mnnhhh!!! Nngghhh it feels good…" she gasped, her voice trembling.

"Hmm?" he murmured, feigning innocence as his fingers delved deeper, exploring every sensitive inch. Moving it inside and out, as he could feel her cunt tightened around his fingers.

His free hand slid up her trembling body, brushing aside strands of her damp hair to reveal her flushed face. He tilted her chin toward him, their eyes meeting.

Mari's gaze was hazy, her lips trembling as she tried to form words. "I-I can't… It's too much…" she whispered, her breath hitching as his thumb quickened its pace. "I wanted to come!"

"You can handle it," Haruto replied, his tone firm but gentle.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue traced along her bottom lip before slipping inside, deepening the connection as she moaned against him.

"MMMHHPPHH!!!"

Their mingled saliva dripped from their parted lips, mirroring the steady trickle of her arousal coating his fingers and hand as she teetered on the edge of climax.

Her hands slid up, clutching at his shoulders as if to anchor herself. Every touch, every kiss ignited her senses further, making her feel as though she was melting under his control.

Haruto pulled back slightly, his lips barely brushing hers as he spoke. "See? I don't understand why you are so embarrassed even when you act like a slut when I touch you."

His voice was low and husky, making her whimper.

His fingers continued their relentless pace, coaxing louder moans from her as her hips began to move on their own, seeking more of his touch.

"OHH!! AHH!!! AHH!!! Haruto… I—"

Mari's voice broke into a sharp cry as his fingers curled inside her, hitting a spot that made her entire body tense. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her thighs clamping around his hand, but Haruto didn't relent.

"Cum Mari, show me how a slut you are."

Her breath came in ragged gasps as the tension coiled tighter and tighter within her, her body trembling with the effort to contain it.

Finally, with one last thrust of his fingers and a firm press against her clit, the dam broke.

"Ahhh! Haruto!"

Mari screamed, her voice echoing into the quiet night as her release crashed over her. Her body shook, waves of pleasure rippling through her as she clung to him desperately.

Haruto held her close, his arms wrapping around her trembling form as she rode out the aftershocks. He smirked looking at her, "This is just a beginning, can you feel how hard my cock is?" he said even when Mari wasn't hearing him anymore.