My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Mike let out a low, dark chuckle as he saw the light fade from her eyes, replaced by the heavy, defeated gaze of a woman who knew she was utterly conquered. He turned the phone off, plunging the room back into a silence that felt even more suffocating than the recording had been. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"God, you’re so easy, Haruka," he laughed, though this time the sound wasn’t boisterous; it was a cruel, mocking purr. "You play this part so well."

"You act so innocent, so pure, so untouchable... but every time you lower your guard to maintain that act, you fall right into the trap."

"You’re practically handing me the leash."

He stepped even closer, his muscular chest almost brushing against her trembling form. He looked down at her with an expression of pure, unadulterated superiority.

"You had so many chances to escape the situation, you know," he whispered, his voice dripping with venomous truth. "Every time you heard me through those walls, every time you heard the sounds of me having sex with another girl, you could have taken action."

"You could have told Petricia you wanted to switch units or moved to a different apartment entirely to get away from the ’noise.’ But you didn’t," Mike laughed. "You fucking stayed while thinking that I wouldn’t do this as a daily thing because..."

"...to tell you the truth, I could die if I don’t have sex with a different woman!"

"And now you are here... stayed right here, in the dark, just so you could listen to me and let your imagination run wild."

"You wanted to be haunted by me."

Haruka felt a sob catch in her throat. He was right.

Every word was a jagged truth that sliced through her pretenses. She had stayed because the sound of his dominance was the only thing that made her feel alive, even if it was through a wall and a sense of profound guilt.

"Now... strip," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "I don’t want to say it twice."

With trembling fingers and a heart that felt like it was breaking and soaring all at once, Haruka began to obey. Her movements were slow, heavy with the weight of her surrender.

She reached for the hem of her sweatshirt, her eyes averted, unable to look him in the face as she pulled it over her head, exposing her pale, shaking shoulders to the cool night air.

Next came her skirt, falling to the floor in a soft heap. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly stripped of the ’innocent Haruka’ persona she had worked so hard to build.

Finally, with a shaky breath, she unbuttoned her jeans and let them slide down her legs, leaving her standing there in nothing but her delicate lace bra and a pair of tiny, pale panties.

Mike didn’t say a word. He just stood there, his eyes roaming over her body with the hunger of a man who had finally cornered his prize.

His gaze traveled down her flat stomach, past her hips, and settled on the thin fabric of her panties. A slow, triumphant smirk spread across his face.

He could see it. The light fabric was darkened, clinging to her skin in a way that left no doubt.

"Look at that," he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he stepped into her personal space, his eyes fixed on the damp patch between her legs. "Even now, even after all that arguing... you’re still leaking."

"You’re so worked up from your little solo session that you’re practically dripping for me..."

"You aren’t just ready, Haruka... you’re soaking wet."

Haruka let out a small, broken whimper, her face burning with a heat so intense she thought she might melt. She couldn’t hide it anymore.

The evidence of her lust was staring him right in the face, proving that even as she fought him, her body was screaming for the very thing she claimed to fear.

"Turn around," Mike commanded, his voice a low, vibrating growl that brooked no hesitation.

Haruka obeyed, her movements stiff and mechanical. She turned her back to him, her heart thundering so loudly she was sure he could hear it.

She felt his heat behind her, a massive, looming shadow that seemed to swallow the very air in the room.

"Alright... let me have a little quick check~!"

Suddenly, Mike lunged. His large, powerful hands reached around her, his fingers digging into the soft, heavy flesh of her breasts.

’What...?! He’s going to harrass me right away?!’

He gripped her massive tits with a possessive force, kneading them roughly as if he were claiming ownership of every inch of her. Haruka gasped, her back arching instinctively at the sudden, intense sensation of his calloused palms against her sensitive skin.

"You’re so soft... and so fucking perfect for your age," he muttered against the nape of her neck, his breath sending fresh jolts of electricity through her.

But he wasn’t done. Before she could even catch her breath, his other hand slid down her spine, bypassing the waistband of her lace panties.

His fingers dove straight into the heat between her thighs, and he froze for a split second, a dark, triumphant grin spreading across his face.

"Holy shit, Haruka," he chuckled, his voice thick with amusement. "You really are a mess, aren’t you?"

"You’re not just damp... you’re fucking dripping."

He slid two fingers deep into her, and the sensation was so sudden, so overwhelming, that Haruka’s knees nearly buckled. The sheer intensity of his touch, combined with the lingering sensitivity from her solo session, sent her over the edge instantly.

Her vision blurred, and a violent, involuntary shudder wracked her entire body as she came hard, her muscles clenching around his fingers in a desperate, rhythmic pulse.

"Mrrggghhh!"

Mike let out a loud, mocking laugh, the sound echoing her climax. "Already? You’re that easy to break?"

"Even though it’s just a quick touch..."

Instead of letting her recover, he decided to make it even more intense. He began to thrust his fingers inside her with a brutal, relentless rhythm, mimicking the very act she had been craving. He wasn’t being gentle; he was being a predator, driving her harder and harder.

"Ah! Mmmph!" Haruka let out a muffled moan, her teeth gritting together as she tried to stifle the sounds of her pleasure.

She was terrified that the neighbors would hear her losing her mind like this. Her head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes rolling back in her head as she was plunged into a second, even more violent orgasm.

"I’ve never felt such a pathetic weak pussy like this... Asians are a whole other level," Mike laughed.

"Stop... please..." she managed to choke out between frantic, shallow breaths, her voice a broken whisper.

She was trembling so violently she could barely stand. "Mike... stop... let me... let me have a rest for a bit... please..."

She was spent, her body feeling like it was made of liquid, her nerves raw and screaming from the sheer onslaught of sensation. She felt completely conquered, a woman who had been stripped of her pride and left shivering in the hands of a man who seemed to have no mercy for her exhaustion.

But Mike only laughed harder, his fingers never slowing their punishing, pleasurable pace. "Rest?"

"That’s not convincing at all... you were sucking on my finger and wouldn’t let it go~!" Mike laughed. "And besides... we haven’t even started, Haruka..."

"You promised you’d do anything, remember? And right now, you’re going to take every bit of this."