My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 313: 313. They’ve Becoming Good Friends Who Loves To Cheat Behind Their Boyfriend!**

The studio was a haze of heavy, postcoital heat, the air still vibrating from the sheer intensity of Mike’s dominance. The silence that followed the massive release was thick and humid, broken only by the ragged, synchronized breathing of the two women.

Mike lay back, his massive, glistening chest heaving, looking every bit like a king who had just been thoroughly worshipped.

Haruka and Ellie sat close together on the edge of the mattress, their skin slick with a shared layer of sweat and the musk of Mike’s essence. The competitive tension that had existed moments ago had evaporated, replaced by a profound, unspoken bond, the kind of intimacy that only exists between women who have shared the same overwhelming, primal experience.

Haruka turned to Ellie, her eyes still slightly glazed, her voice a soft, breathless whisper. "Ellie... god... the way you used your tits... the way you combined everything... it was like watching a master at work."

She reached out, tentatively touching Ellie’s shoulder, her fingers trembling slightly. "I felt so... small. Like a little girl compared to you."

Ellie let out a low, melodic giggle, a sound that was both tired and triumphant. She leaned her head against Haruka’s shoulder, her hair damp and messy.

"Don’t say that, Haruka. You were incredible."

"The way you took him... the way you swallowed every single drop without hesitation... that was pure devotion. It was beautiful to watch."

She shifted closer, her thigh pressing against Haruka’s.

"But you’re right," Ellie continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial, heated tone. "When you’re dealing with a monster like him, you can’t just be polite."

"You have to be greedy. You have to use every part of yourself to make sure he feels every inch of your hunger."

Haruka nodded fervently, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.

"I felt it. When you were doing that... that double attack... the sound of your breasts squeezing him... schlick, schlick... it made my own stomach flip. It was so much more... intense."

"It’s about the rhythm," Ellie whispered, her eyes flashing with a shared secret. "You have to find that perfect balance between the deep, throat-stretching suction gluck, gluck, and the surface friction."

"When you hit that sweet spot where the tip is being licked while the shaft is being milked... mmmph... that’s when you really see him lose control."

Haruka let out a tiny, involuntary moan just thinking about it, her body reacting to the memory of the friction. "Ahhh... mmm..."

She looked over at Mike, who was watching them with a dark, amused expression, like a predator watching his two favorite creatures bond.

"And the swallowing," Haruka added, her voice growing more animated, more intimate. "The way you didn’t just let it happen, but you chased it."

"You were so hungry for it. It made me want to do it all over again, just to feel that heat in my throat."

"That’s the secret, Haruka," Ellie said, her hand finding Haruka’s and squeezing it firmly. "We aren’t just serving him."

"We’re feasting on him. When we’re both working on him, when we’re sharing him... that’s when the real magic happens."

"We aren’t rivals; we’re a team of worshippers."

They shared a long, meaningful look, a silent pact forming between them. They had seen the heights of pleasure a man like Mike could provide, and they had seen the power they held in being the ones to provide it.

"Mmm... yes..." Haruka breathed, her eyes drifting back to Mike’s massive, still pulsing cock. "We’re a team."

Ellie grinned, a predatory, beautiful expression. "Exactly. And next time... next time, we do it together."

"Imagine the sound, Haruka... the schlick of our bodies, the gluck of our throats... all working in perfect harmony to drive him insane."

A soft, collective moan escaped them both, a sound of shared anticipation and newfound sisterhood, as they sat there in the wreckage of their lust, already planning their next assault on the god sitting before them.

The heavy, humid atmosphere of the studio was suddenly punctured by a sound that was as deep as it was boisterous. Mike let out a thunderous, belly-shaking laugh that seemed to vibrate the very mattress they were sitting on.

He sat up slightly, his massive, muscular chest glistening under the studio lights, his eyes dancing with a dark, mischievous amusement as he watched the two women.

"Look at you two!" Mike roared, his voice filled with a rich, masculine glee. "Talking away like two little besties!"

"Sharing secrets and planning your next move like you’re just having tea!" He leaned forward, his shadow looming over them, a predatory grin stretching across his face. "You’re sitting here bonding over how much you love devouring me, all while your boyfriends are thinking you’re being ’good girls’!"

The comment hit Haruka like a sudden chill. Her eyes widened, and a flush of genuine guilt crept up her neck, staining her cheeks a deep crimson.

She looked down at her hands, her voice trembling slightly. "Oh... oh god. Mike is right. Ren... he thinks I’m so pure."

"If he could see me now... talking about swallowing and sucking like this... he’d be heartbroken." She let out a small, shaky sigh, a tiny, dejected moan escaping her lips. "Mmm... maybe we are being a little... shameless."

But Ellie wasn’t about to let her friend sink into a puddle of morality. She reached out, grabbing Haruka’s chin and forcing her to look up, her own expression fierce and unapologetic.

"Don’t you dare, Haruka! Don’t you fucking dare feel bad!" Ellie commanded, her voice a sultry, commanding rasp. "Ren loves you, but does he know this you?"

"Does he know the woman who can take a monster like Mike and make him roar?"

"He loves the version of you that’s safe. But this version... this version is alive! This version is a goddess!"

Ellie leaned in closer, her eyes burning with a shared, delicious sin. "We aren’t betraying them; we’re discovering ourselves."

"We’re finding a part of our power that they could never give us. So stop feeling guilty and start feeling hungry!"

Haruka looked into Ellie’s eyes, seeing the fierce conviction there, and slowly, the guilt began to melt away, replaced by a simmering, rebellious heat. A small, defiant smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

You’re right... you’re so right, Ellie."

"Why should we care about being ’good’ when we can be divine?"

Mike watched this transformation with intense satisfaction. He loved the way he could break their inhibitions, the way he could turn their guilt into fuel for their lust.

He saw the spark in their eyes, the way they were looking at his massive, still pulsing cock with a renewed, synchronized hunger.

"That’s the spirit!" Mike growled, his voice dropping into a low, commanding rumble that made their skin prickle. "Forget the boyfriends. Forget the rules."

"Right now, there is only this room, and there is only me."

He reached out, his large hands grabbing both of them by the waists, pulling them closer to the center of the bed. He looked from Haruka to Ellie, his eyes dark and heavy with a new, even more ambitious idea.

"Since you two are such good friends now," Mike began, his voice dripping with a dominant, teasing heat, "why don’t we put that teamwork to the test?"

"I don’t want one of you at a time anymore. I want both of you. At the same time."

He gripped his massive, throbbing shaft, presenting it to them like an altar. "I want to see both of your massive tits working together."

"I want to feel the combined pressure of your cleavage squeezing me while you both use your mouths to worship me simultaneously."

"A double titjob, a double blowjob... a total, synchronized assault."

His eyes narrowed, his gaze intense. "I want to feel the heat of both your bodies, the wetness of both your mouths, and the weight of both your breasts crushing me."

"Show me that ’teamwork’ you were just talking about."

"Show me how much you can truly worship a man!"

"AHHH! YES! OH GOD, YES!" Ellie screamed, her hands flying to her own breasts, her eyes wide with a manic, beautiful excitement. "A double attack! Haruka, can you imagine?"

"The pressure... the suction... it’ll be incredible!"

Haruka was already nodding, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid as the sheer eroticism of the idea took hold. The guilt was gone, replaced by a primal, desperate need to participate in this grand, unholy ritual.

"Yes... yes, Mike! Let us! Let us do it together!"

The air in the studio seemed to catch fire. The anticipation was a physical weight, a coiled spring of lust waiting to be released. The sounds of their mounting excitement, the frantic "ahhh!" of Ellie, the needy "mmmph!" of Haruka, and the deep, commanding grunts of Mike created a symphony of impending debauchery.

They were no longer just two women; they were a unified force of worship, ready to descend upon the god before them in a whirlwind of flesh, milk, and madness.