My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 306: 306. While Ellie Was Sucking Me, I Spank Haruka With My Leg**

The air in the studio had become a thick, humid veil of tension. Haruka sat frozen on the edge of the mattress, her knees trembling so violently she feared they might give way.

Her mind was a battlefield of warring impulses. One part of her, the part that belonged to the quiet mornings with Ren and the polite tea ceremonies, was screaming at her to stand up, to straighten her clothes, and to run back through the dark garden until she reached the safety of her known world.

But the other part of her... the part that lived in the shadows of her own skin... was paralyzed by the sight of him.

She closed her eyes for a second, and the memory hit her like a physical blow. She remembered the sensation of Mike’s hands pinning her wrists above her head, the sheer, overwhelming weight of his muscular body crushing her into the sheets, and the way he didn’t ask; he took.

He was rough, unyielding, and devastatingly powerful, driving into her with a primal intensity that made her feel like she was being dismantled and rebuilt all at once.

’If I stay, there is no turning back; once he claims me again, the girl Ren loves will be dead, replaced by a creature that only lives for this filth,’ she thought, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

"Don’t think so hard, Haruka." Ellie’s voice cut through her internal chaos, sounding low and hungry.

Ellie was already positioned, her naked body a lithe, golden curve against the dark mattress. "Thinking is for the scholars. For us? For now? There is only feeling."

Ellie didn’t give her time to process the thought. She lunged forward, her hands reaching out to grasp Mike’s thick, pulsing thighs.

With a determined, predatory grace, Ellie lowered her head, her lips parting to engulf the massive, heavy head of his cock.

"Slurp... mmmph... gluck..."

The sound was wet, rhythmic, and incredibly loud in the quiet room. Haruka’s eyes flew open, her breath catching in a sharp, audible gasp.

"Ah! Haaah!"

Ellie was relentless. She began to suck him with a fierce, hungry intensity, her head bopping in a rapid, rhythmic motion that sent Mike’s hips twitching forward.

She wasn’t just tasting him; she was working him, her throat opening wide to accommodate his staggering girth. As she moved, her hands drifted downward, her fingers curling around his heavy, low-hanging balls, massaging them with a firm, expert pressure that made Mike let out a low, guttural groan of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"Nnnngh... fuck, Ellie..." Mike growled, his head falling back, his eyes lidding as he surrendered to the sensation.

The sound of his voice, deep and vibrating, sent a fresh wave of heat straight to Haruka’s core.

Haruka watched, mesmerized and horrified, as Ellie’s hair swayed with the frantic pace of her head. The wet, slapping sounds of Ellie’s mouth against his skin—"Schlip... gluck... mmm!"—were intoxicating.

It was a display of pure, uninhibited lust that stripped away every shred of Haruka’s remaining dignity.

"Look at him, Haruka," Ellie mumbled around the massive length of him, her voice muffled but her intent clear.

She pulled back for a split second, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening, dark head of his cock, before diving back down even harder.

Haruka felt a moan building in her chest, a sound she couldn’t suppress. "Ahhh... mmm... mmmph!"

She reached out, her fingers hovering just inches from the edge of the mattress, her body leaning instinctively toward the heat of the act. The sight of the massive, pulsing organ being swallowed by Ellie’s mouth was too much; the visual of the friction, the sound of the suction, and the scent of Mike’s musk were a sensory assault.

She saw the way Mike’s muscles rippled, the way his thick veins stood out on his cock as Ellie worked him, and she realized with a terrifying jolt of ecstasy that she didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want Ren’s gentle touch; she wanted this beautiful, loud, wet, and unapologetic madness.

"Haaah... mmm... ahhh!" Haruka let out a long, shaky moan, her head falling back as her eyes glazed over with a desperate, mounting arousal.

The conflict was dying, burned away by the sheer, undeniable gravity of the lust unfolding before her. She was falling, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t want to be saved.

The studio was a cacophony of carnal percussion. The rhythmic, wet slap slap slap of Ellie’s lips against Mike’s skin, the heavy, guttural grunts escaping his throat, and the frantic, shallow gasps from Haruka created a symphony of sin.

The air was thick, almost humid, vibrating with the sheer force of their shared arousal.

Haruka sat on the edge of the mattress, her hands clenched so tightly in her lap that her knuckles were white. Her eyes were wide, fixed on the sight of Ellie, the woman she had once thought was the very definition of grace and propriety.

’How could she?’ Haruka wondered, her mind racing even as her body began to melt. ’I thought Ellie was the gold standard.’

’The sophisticated, elegant woman who was so devoted to Stanley that everyone assumed they were destined for the altar.’

’She seemed so... untouchable. So refined.’

As she watched Ellie’s head bobbing frantically, her hair tossing wildly with every deep, hungry swallow, a bitter yet delicious realization washed over Haruka.

’But she’s just like me,’ Haruka thought, a shuddering breath escaping her lips. ’Underneath all that poise and the beautiful clothes, she’s just as starved as I am.’

’She doesn’t want a polite romance with Stanley; she wants to be consumed.’

’She wants to be pushed to her limits.’

’She’s not the saint everyone thinks she is... she’s a predator of pleasure, just like me.’

The thought made Haruka’s own core throb with a sudden, sharp ache. Seeing Ellie, the "devoted" woman, acting with such uninhibited, primal hunger was more arousing than anything else.

It gave Haruka permission to be "bad."

Suddenly, the rhythm of the room changed. Mike, his eyes half closed in a trance of pleasure, shifted his weight.

He lifted his left leg, the heavy, muscular limb moving with a sudden, commanding intent.

THWACK!

The sound of his thigh striking Haruka’s soft, exposed buttock echoed sharply through the room.

"AHH! Mmmph!" Haruka let out a high-pitched, startled squeal, her body jolting forward.

The sting was sudden and sharp, a burst of heat that sent a lightning bolt of sensation straight to her clitoris.

THWACK!

He spanked her again, this time with a slow, deliberate motion that was intended not to hurt but to assert his dominance. It was a heavy, rhythmic slapping of skin against skin that demanded her attention.

"Haaaah... ah! Mike...!" she whimpered, her voice a broken melody of shock and desire.

The sting made her skin flush, and the sensation of his powerful leg against her made her feel small, vulnerable, and incredibly, intensely sexy.

"Don’t look away, Haruka," Mike growled, his voice thick and dark, barely audible over the wet slurp... gluck... mmm of Ellie’s mouth.

He didn’t stop the rhythmic slapping of his leg against hers, the thwack-thwack acting as a metronome for their lust. "Watch what she’s doing to me. Watch how much she loves it."

Ellie looked up for a fleeting second, her face flushed, her lips glistening with Mike’s pre-cum, a wild, unhinged look in her eyes that shattered any illusion of her "devoted" persona.

She let out a muffled, triumphant moan, "Mmm hnnn!" before diving back down, her head moving even faster and her throat working desperately to take him in.

"Ahhh! Oh god... mmm!" Haruka’s head fell back, her eyes rolling into her head.

The combination of the stinging heat on her ass and the sight of Ellie’s shamelessness was breaking her. She felt the walls of her restraint crumbling.

The "proper" girl was dying, and in her place, a woman who wanted to be spanked, used, and ruined was being born.

"Mmmph... ahhh! Yes... more... please!" Haruka cried out, her voice rising into a desperate, melodic scream of surrender as she finally leaned forward, her hands reaching out to grasp the mattress, ready to throw herself into the beautiful, loud, and wet madness of the moment.