My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 305: 305. Me And Ellie Is Already Naked While Haruka Just Staring... Feeling Conflict

The air in the studio was thick enough to taste, heavy with the musk of arousal and the intoxicating scent of skin. Haruka was a wreck of beautiful, trembling nerves, caught between the crushing weight of her guilt and the undeniable, pulsing heat radiating from the two people flanking her.

Ellie, sensing the final barrier of Haruka’s hesitation, leaned in even closer. Her lips brushed against Haruka’s temple but not too close, her breath warm and smelling faintly of wine.

"And why are you worrying about Ren, Haruka?" Ellie whispered, her voice a silken thread of pure temptation. "You think he’s sitting around pining for you?"

"You think he’s waiting by the window?" She let out a low, knowing chuckle that vibrated against Haruka’s skin. "Ren is far too occupied with Stanley."

"They’ve been lost in their own world of intellect and passion for hours."

"They won’t be looking for us anytime soon."

Haruka’s eyes snapped open, her breath hitching in a jagged, desperate rhythm. "Haaah... r-really?"

"Really," Ellie confirmed, her hands sliding down from Haruka’s waist to her hips, squeezing the soft flesh there with a possessive firmness. "Which means there is no one to watch."

"No one to judge. Just us. A perfect, beautiful trio." She paused, her eyes darkening with a predatory hunger. "It would be your first, wouldn’t it?"

"A real threesome. And God, Haruka... after seeing you at dinner, after hearing you talk so sweetly about your ’loyal’ boyfriend... I knew you were starving for this."

Haruka let out a strangled, high-pitched sound, a mix of a gasp and a whimper. "Ah! E-Ellie!"

She remembered that dinner. She remembered the way she had sat there, playing the part of the composed, devoted woman, talking about Ren’s virtues while her mind was a chaotic storm of filth.

She remembered the way her thighs had pressed together under the table, the secret ache between her legs intensifying every time Mike had looked at her with those heavy, knowing eyes.

She had pretended to care about the conversation, but the truth was a dark, delicious secret: she wasn’t concerned about the "proper" love she had with Ren. What she craved, what she ached for, was this.

This was the cheating, breathless, uninhibited madness she experienced with Mike.

"You were lying to us all night, weren’t you?" Mike murmured, his voice a deep, resonant vibration that seemed to echo inside Haruka’s very bones.

He moved his hand from her wrist, his fingers tracing the sensitive line of her inner thigh, creeping upward with agonizing slowness. "You were sitting there, acting so innocent, while all you could think about was how much you wanted to feel me inside you again."

"How much you wanted to be caught."

"Mmmph... ahhh!" Haruka’s head fell back, a long, uninhibited moan escaping her lips as Mike’s fingers found the heat of her.

The sensation was overwhelming, a sudden, sharp spike of pleasure that made her toes curl against the floor. "Haaah... mmm... yes..."

"There she is," Ellie cooed, her voice dripping with triumph.

She began to unbutton the top of her own blouse, her eyes never leaving Haruka’s. "There’s the girl who wants to be ruined."

"The girl who wants to feel two sets of hands, two sets of mouths, all at once."

Haruka was lost. The guilt was still there, a faint, flickering shadow, but it was being drowned out by a tidal wave of pure, carnal need.

She wanted the transgression. She wanted the sin of it.

She wanted to feel Mike’s massive, heavy presence filling her while Ellie’s hands explored every inch of her skin.

"Please..." Haruka whimpered, her voice breaking into a desperate, arousing sob. "Please... Mike... Ellie... ahhh! Mmm!"

The sound of her plea was the final trigger. Mike’s hand tightened, his thumb grazing her most sensitive point, eliciting a sharp, piercing cry from her.

"AHH! Haaaah... mmmph!"

The small, warm room was no longer a sanctuary of thought; it had become a temple of the flesh. The only sounds were the frantic, heavy breathing of the three of them, the rhythmic, wet sounds of skin meeting skin, and the escalating, melodic screams of a woman finally surrendering to the beautiful, delicious sin she had been craving all along.

The air in the studio was thick, almost viscous, with the scent of rising heat and the frantic, shallow breaths of the three cheating lovers. The transition from whispered confessions to physical reality was happening with a terrifying, beautiful momentum.

Ellie, her eyes burning with a triumphant, predatory light, didn’t wait for another word. With a fluid, practiced grace, she began to shed her clothes.

The soft shirr of fabric sliding against skin was loud in the heavy silence. She stepped out of her skirt, then unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall to the floor like a discarded thought.

Soon, she stood before them completely naked, her skin glowing like polished amber under the dim, warm light of the drafting lamp. Her silhouette was a masterpiece of curves and intent.

Without breaking eye contact with the trembling Haruka, Ellie moved toward the corner of the room. She grabbed the edge of a thick, heavy mattress that had been leaned against the wall for a makeshift lounge.

With a grunt of effort, a low, guttural "Hnnn..." she dragged it toward the center of the room, the sound of the fabric scraping against the floorboards echoing like a heartbeat.

As Ellie worked, Mike finally pulled his hand back from Haruka’s thigh, though the heat of his touch lingered like a brand. He stood tall, his presence dominating the small space, his gaze fixed on Haruka’s flushed, tear-streaked face.

"It’s your choice, Haruka," Mike said, his voice dropping into a serious, heavy register that commanded attention.

The playfulness was gone, replaced by a raw, masculine honesty. "Don’t do this because Ellie wants it."

"Don’t do this because you feel like you owe the moment anything."

"If you want to go back to being the ’proper’ girl or if you want to keep your secrets tucked away... do it now."

"Because Ellie doesn’t need you. She could have me all to herself, whenever she wants, without ever having to share a single inch of me."

Haruka felt a pang of sudden, sharp panic. The reality of the choice hit her.

To stay was to cross a line from which there was no return. To stay was to become something else entirely.

She looked at Ellie, who was now settling the mattress on the floor, and then at Mike, whose eyes were a dark, inviting abyss.

"Ah... mmm..." Haruka’s breath hitched.

She wanted to run, but her body felt anchored to the floor by the sheer weight of her desire.

Mike didn’t wait for her answer. He began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate, designed to maximize the tension.

He stripped away his shirt, revealing the hard, muscular expanse of his chest, and then his trousers. When he finally stood fully naked in the center of the room, the atmosphere shifted from intense to electric.

His cock, massive and heavy, hung thick and imposing between his muscular thighs, a testament to the legends Ellie had just spun. It was a daunting, beautiful sight, pulsing slightly with his steady heartbeat.

Ellie, seeing the opportunity, crawled onto the mattress on all fours. She moved toward him with the grace of a cat, her eyes wide, her gaze fixed on his manhood.

She leaned in close, her face inches away from the heavy, dark velvet of him, her breath hitching in a visible, audible gasp.

"Oh... god," Ellie breathed, her voice a mere whisper of pure, unadulterated awe.

"Haaah... mmm!" Her eyes went wide, her mouth parting in a silent, stunned exclamation of surprise at the sheer scale of him.

Haruka, watching from her position on the floor, couldn’t help herself. She leaned forward, her eyes widening as she caught sight of him.

The sheer, intimidating reality of Mike’s size sent a jolt of pure, primal fear and lust through her.

"Ah! Haaah...!" Haruka let out a soft, involuntary cry, her hands clutching at her own thighs as she stared.

Mike noticed the reaction immediately. A slow, devastating smirk curled his lips as he looked down at the two women.

He looked at Haruka, his eyes hooded and teasing.

"What’s the matter, Haruka?" he purred, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. "Is this too much?"

"Is this the ’improper’ thing you were so worried about?"

He shifted slightly, the movement causing his heavy length to sway, a sight that made Haruka let out a choked, desperate moan. "Mmmph... ahhh!"

"Is this something you don’t want?" he teased, his voice a velvet trap. "Is this too big, too much, too naughty for a girl like you?"

"No!" Haruka cried out, the word escaping her as a breathless, high-pitched sob of surrender. "No! Ahhh! Mmm!"

She reached out a trembling hand, her fingers twitching in the air, caught between the urge to recoil and the desperate, aching need to touch, to feel, to be consumed by the very thing she had feared.

The room was no longer a room; it was a crucible of desire, filled with the sounds of heavy, rhythmic breathing, the soft, wet sounds of anticipation, and the escalating, melodic cries of a woman who had finally, irrevocably, chosen the sin.