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

Her flushed face, heavy-lidded eyes, and slurred voice—unintentional as it was—radiated a peculiar charm. She was stunning, even in her drunken state.

'When did I stop thinking of her as my stepmother?' he mused

Once, he'd called her "mother" with the respect and distance that role demanded.

Now, those barriers had dissolved, leaving them both on precarious ground. A wry smile tugged at his lips as he realized it.

"Fine," he said, his tone dipping into something playful yet resolute. "I'll take responsibility. But don't blame me for what happens next."

With that, he gently pushed her down onto the bed and hovered over her, the weight of his presence filling the space between them.

"Haruto…" she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Kiss me."

He didn't hesitate. Leaning down, he captured her lips in a tender kiss, but Chiyo quickly turned it into something fiercer.

Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as her tongue brushed insistently against his lips.

Startled but not retreating, Haruto opened his mouth, meeting her fervor with his own.

Their tongues intertwined in a heated dance, their breaths mingling as the kiss deepened.

Chiyo's hands roamed, clutching at his back, her desperation apparent in the way she pressed against him. Haruto couldn't help but chuckle internally.

'They say people become uninhibited when they're drunk,'

he thought as they finally broke apart, both of them gasping for air.

"Haruto…" she whimpered, her voice tinged with urgency and embarrassment.

"My pussy is itching... Please, do something. Can you eat it up?"

Her blunt request startled him, though he managed to stifle his laughter, replacing it with a crooked smirk.

"You really have no shame, do you?" he teased, his voice low as he ran a finger gently down her cheek.

"But fine. I'll do what you want... consider it my apology."

Haruto removed his black robe, leaving himself completely bare under the dim lighting of the hotel room.

His gaze lingered on Chiyo as he gently helped her out of her dress, slipping off her bra and panties with careful hands.

The only thing he left untouched was the blue diamond necklace he'd given her. The gem glinted against her bare skin, drawing his attention.

"That necklace really suits you," he remarked, as his eyes traced her form. "Especially when you're naked."

Chiyo, her mind clouded with intoxication, merely tilted her head in response, her expression dazed and uncomprehending.

Haruto chuckled softly at her reaction but leaned in closer, his tone turning teasing. "But I can't just eat your pussy without something in return. You've got to do something for me too."

Adjusting their positions, Haruto turned his body so that his lower half was positioned in front of Chiyo, while he hovered near her most sensitive spot.

The shift brought his erect cock right before her face as she lay back, blinking up at him.

"This is perfect," he murmured, his voice steady but low with desire. "Suck me, Chiyo."

Her hazy blue eyes focused on him for a moment before drifting downward to the hardened shaft before her.

Slowly, she reached out, her fingers brushing against his dick.

Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she brought her lips closer, her warm breath ghosting over his skin.

Her tongue flicked out, running from the base to the tip, eliciting a shudder from him. Haruto grunted softly, the sensation sparking a jolt of pleasure through his body.

"Ha… yeah," he breathed, watching her with half-lidded eyes. "Now, put it in your mouth."

Chiyo hesitated only briefly before parting her lips, taking his cock in inch by inch.

Her movements were clumsy but earnest, her drunkenness adding a raw, unpolished fervor to her actions.

Haruto groaned low in his throat, "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a mix of approval and restraint as he tried to keep his composure.

The soft, wet sounds of her lips meeting his skin filled the quiet hotel room, mingling with her occasional hiccups from her drunken state.

Her hand moved in rhythm with her mouth, gripping him firmly but not too tightly, as though trying to mimic a motion she vaguely remembered.

"Ahh… your skill in blowjobs has indeed increased."

Her hazy blue eyes flicked up toward him at the sound of her name, and she let out a muffled hum around him, sending vibrations through his cock.

Haruto grunted in response, his other hand pressing lightly against her thigh as he turned his attention to her exposed lower half.

"Now, I need to do something with this pussy of yours."

Chiyo's legs trembled slightly, her body reacting instinctively despite her intoxicated haze. Her cunt scent was intoxicating and it drew him closer.

Haruto placed a hand on her inner thigh, spreading her legs further apart as he leaned down.

His lips brushed against her sensitive folds, causing her to jolt slightly and moan around him.

"Relax," he whispered against her skin, his voice soothing yet commanding. "I'll take care of you too."

He started with slow strokes of his tongue, exploring every inch of her pussy. Her hips bucked involuntarily, her body betraying her drunken state as pleasure began to overwhelm her senses.

The soft, incoherent murmurs she let out around his length only spurred him on, his tongue delving deeper as he tasted her pussy, making a move, searching for her sensitive spot.

While Chiyo's movements became more frantic, her hands gripping his thighs as she tried to focus on him while her body melted into the bed.

Her mouth faltered slightly as a particularly strong wave of pleasure hit her, her moan escaping around him in a muffled, needy sound.

Her body trembled beneath him, her legs instinctively trying to close around his head but stopped by his firm grip.

"Ah, Haruto!" she gasped, pulling away from his cock momentarily to cry out his name.

"Don't stop now," he chided, glancing over his shoulder to meet her flushed face. "I thought you wanted me to take responsibility, right?"

Chiyo whimpered, her hands trembling as she steadied herself and returned her focus to him.

Her lips wrapped around his penis, her movements growing more determined as her arousal mounted.

Haruto's grip on her thighs tightened as he felt her body begin to tense, her breath hitching as she neared her climax.

He finally found her G-spot, her body more sensitive when she was drunk as he dug deeper into her cunt, while his finger pressed on her clit.

'Damn, her pussy was really wet,'

he thought as he tasted her liquid.

Her body arched off the bed as the sensations overwhelmed her, her cries muffled as her mouth stayed on him.

She trembled violently, a wave of heat crashing through her as she came undone.

Haruto didn't stop, his tongue continuing to work her through her climax until her body finally sagged against the sheets, spent and trembling.

He shifted slightly, withdrawing his cock from her lips and leaning over her flushed, panting form.

"Now, why don't we continue with the next part?" Haruto smirked, his cock still throbbing with arousal.

However, as he shifted closer to Chiyo, her body went limp. She had passed out completely, her head lolling to the side and her breathing steady but deep.

"Huh? What the hell?" he muttered in disbelief.

He leaned down, tapping her cheek lightly. "Chiyo? Wake up."

When she didn't stir, he tried shaking her shoulder gently. "Chiyo, you can't just pass out on me like this," he said, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice.

But her only response was a soft, incoherent mumble as she sank further into the bed, completely unresponsive.

Haruto sat back with a groan, running a hand through his disheveled hair. His arousal remained, a painful reminder of how unfinished things were.

"You've gotta be kidding me," he muttered, staring at her sleeping form.

He sighed deeply, the realization dawning on him that there was no way to wake her up. "This... Must be another karma," he said with a bitter chuckle, shaking his head.