My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 307: 307. Is It That Fast To Make Haruka Finally Submit! Now Threesome is Coming!

The studio was a sensory overload, a chaotic landscape of wet sounds, heavy breathing, and the rhythmic thwack of Mike’s leg against Haruka’s skin. Haruka felt as though she were floating in a sea of pure, unadulterated sensation, her consciousness fraying at the edges.

Deep within the quietest corner of her mind, a small, flickering light of her former self remained. It was the part of her that still felt the weight of her wedding ring, the part that remembered the gentle, polite way Ren held her hand.

’Ren...’ she whispered internally, a silent, desperate prayer. ’Please forgive me.’

’Please forgive me for being so weak... for being so hungry.’

’You are so good, so kind... and yet, all I can think about is the weight of him.’

’All I can feel is the sting of his hand and the sight of her lips on him.’

’I’m so sorry, my love... but I can’t go back. The girl you know is gone.’

With that silent, heartbreaking apology, the last thread of her resistance snapped. The dam broke.

Haruka’s hands, trembling so violently they seemed to have a life of their own, reached for the hem of her skirt. Her fingers fumbled with the fabric, her breath coming in ragged, shallow sobs of anticipation.

"Haaaah... mmm... ahhh!"

"That’s it, Haruka," Mike commanded, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very mattress.

He lifted his leg, the slapping sound ceasing, replaced by a heavy, expectant silence. "Show us. Show us the woman you really are."

He looked toward Ellie, his eyes dark and intense. "Ellie... stop."

"Let her breathe. Let us look at her."

Ellie obeyed, pulling her head back from Mike’s massive, glistening length with a slow, wet "Schlip..." sound.

She sat back on her heels, her face flushed a deep, beautiful crimson, her lips swollen and glistening with his moisture. She looked like a woman who had just tasted heaven and was eager to see who was next.

Haruka’s clothes fell away in a frantic, clumsy heap. Her blouse, her skirt, her delicate undergarments—all of it was discarded until she stood there, completely exposed, her pale skin stark against the dim light of the studio.

She felt a sudden, overwhelming wave of vulnerability. Without the armor of her clothes, she felt raw, her breasts heaving with every frantic breath, her thighs trembling visibly.

"Ah... mmm... hnnn!" She let out a soft, embarrassed whimper, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest, her fingers digging into her own skin as if trying to hold herself together.

She couldn’t bear to meet their eyes; she turned her head away, her long hair veiling her burning cheeks, her gaze fixed on the floorboards.

The silence that followed was heavy, charged with a different kind of electricity: the tension of pure, naked honesty.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

The sound of Ellie’s hands meeting in a bright, enthusiastic clap broke the tension.

"Yes! Oh, Haruka, yes!" Ellie cried out, her voice filled with a genuine, joyous warmth.

She wasn’t mocking her; she was celebrating her. "Look at you! You’re beautiful! You’re finally being honest!"

Ellie leaned forward, her eyes shining with a predatory kind of sisterhood. "Don’t be ashamed, Haruka."

"You’ve done the hardest part. You’ve stopped lying. And now..." Ellie’s gaze flickered to Mike, her voice dropping to a sultry, triumphant purr, "...now you can finally help him feel as good as he makes us feel."

Haruka heard the words, and a small, shaky laugh escaped her lips, a sound that was half sob, half moan.

"Haaaah... mmm... ah!" She slowly began to uncross her arms, her fingers tracing the curve of her own waist, her eyes tentatively lifting to meet Mike’s.

The shame was still there, a lingering warmth in her cheeks, but it was being rapidly overtaken by a soaring, terrifying sense of freedom. She was naked, she was "sinning," and for the first time in her life, she felt entirely, undeniably alive.

Mike reached out a hand, his large, dark palm open and inviting.

"Come here, Haruka," he whispered, his voice a velvet promise. "Come and take what you’ve been starving for."

The air in the studio felt electric, thick with the scent of musk, sweat, and the heavy, sweet aroma of impending surrender. Haruka moved like a woman in a trance, her knees pressing into the soft mattress as she crawled forward.

The friction of the fabric against her skin felt hypersensitive, every movement sending a jolt of arousal through her core.

"Haaaah... mmm... mmm!" she whimpered, her breath hitching as she drew closer to the epicenter of the heat.

She settled on her knees beside Ellie, both women now positioned like devotees at an altar. Their eyes were locked on Mike’s massive, pulsing cock, which stood imposing and dark between his muscular thighs, glistening under the warm light.

Ellie turned her head toward Haruka, a knowing, mischievous smile spreading across her flushed face. Her eyes were bright with a mixture of triumph and sisterly encouragement.

"Don’t be shy now, Haruka," Ellie whispered, her voice a sultry caress. "The hardest part is over. Now, you get to taste the truth."

Haruka swallowed hard, her throat tight with a mixture of nerves and desperate hunger. She leaned in, her eyes fluttering shut as she tentatively opened her mouth.

She tried to mimic what she had seen Ellie doing, but her movements were clumsy, unpracticed. She licked at the broad, velvet head, her tongue darting out in a hesitant, shaky motion. "Slurp... mmm... ah!"

She attempted to take him into her mouth, but she lacked the rhythm, her teeth accidentally grazing the sensitive skin, her jaw aching as she struggled to accommodate his staggering girth. It was the desperate, uncoordinated effort of a woman who had spent her whole life being "proper" and had never once let herself be "hungry."

"Nnnngh... mmmph!" Haruka let out a muffled, frustrated moan against his skin, her face turning a deeper shade of crimson as she realized how much of an amateur she truly was.

Mike let out a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated through his entire body, a sound that Haruka could feel against her lips. He looked down at her, his gaze hooded and amused.

"She’s a little green, isn’t she, Ellie?" Mike teased, his voice a deep, dark velvet.

He reached down, his large hand cupping the back of Haruka’s head, not to push, but to guide her slightly. "She doesn’t have much training."

"She’s been playing by the rules for far too long."

Ellie let out a melodic, mocking laugh, her eyes dancing with amusement as she watched Haruka struggle. "Oh, I can see that, Mike."

"She’s doing her best, poor thing," Ellie said, though her tone was far from pitying; it was playful, almost predatory.

Ellie leaned back slightly, her gaze shifting momentarily to the window, as if looking toward the distant, quiet life Haruka had left behind. "But can you blame her?"

"A girl like that... she’s been raised on tea and polite conversation. She’s been kept in a cage of ’decency.’"

Then, Ellie’s expression sharpened, a wicked glint appearing in her eyes as she looked back at Haruka. "I bet that Ren of hers is just as ’polite’ as he is."

"Probably treats sex like a formal ceremony, doesn’t he?"

"All soft touches and whispered sweet nothings." Ellie leaned closer to Haruka’s ear, her voice dropping to a scandalous, biting whisper that was still loud enough for Mike to hear. "I bet he’s got a tiny, insignificant little thing, Haruka."

Probably just like Stanley: small, neat, and completely forgettable. Something you can barely even feel, let alone crave."

"Ah! Haaaah!" Haruka let out a sharp, wounded, yet incredibly turned-on gasp.

The comparison stung, but it also ignited a fire of indignation and lust. The thought of Ren’s gentle, predictable touch compared to the massive, thrumming reality of Mike was enough to make her stomach flip.

"Is that true, Haruka?" Mike growled, his hand tightening slightly in her hair, forcing her to look up at him. "Is he as small and boring as Ellie says?"

"Is that why you’re here? Because you’re starving for something real?" Mike keep teasing her.

"Mmmph! Ahhh! Yes... yes!" Haruka cried out, the words tumbling out of her in a desperate, breathless rush. She wasn’t concerned about propriety anymore.

She didn’t care about being a "good girl." She leaned forward with renewed, frantic energy, her lips finding him again with a more determined, albeit still clumsy, hunger. "Slurp... gluck... mmmph!"

She wanted to prove them wrong. She wanted to prove she could be just as wild, just as uninhibited, and just as much of a sinner as Ellie. She threw herself into the act, her moans turning from embarrassed whimpers into loud, unashamed cries of discovery.

"Ahhh! Mmm! Oh god, Mike... mmm!"