Netori: I Shall Steal All Of My Enemies' Women For Revenge!

Haruto's heart raced as he sprinted through the mall, glancing at his phone every few seconds. It was already 8:00 PM, just an hour late from their dinner reservation.

"Damn, I hope Chiyo doesn't get mad at me," he thought, frustration building in his chest.

He'd barely had time to breathe, and now, with only minutes to spare, he was pushing through the crowd, knowing he was running out of time.

Reaching the parking lot, he slowed to a walk, trying to catch his breath. He checked his reflection in the car's mirror, fixing his tousled hair and adjusting his white shirt and jacket.

He wiped away Asuka's lipstick mark from his neck, hoping Chiyo wouldn't notice it.

'I feel like the worst person,'

Haruto thought bitterly, eyes falling on his car in the distance.

Tonight was supposed to be about Chiyo, to thank her for everything she'd done for him and for their little family.

But here he was, having sex with another woman.

When he reached the car, Chiyo was already sitting inside. Their eyes met, and for a moment, she averted her gaze, avoiding his.

'I deserve it,

' Haruto thought, feeling his stomach churn.

He approached the car, knocked softly on the window. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

He tried the door handle, but it was locked. He could hear the quiet click of the lock as he grabbed the door, but it wouldn't budge.

"Please, can we talk? I'm really sorry," he added, his words laced with regret.

He placed his hand on the window, hoping she'd hear him.

Chiyo didn't respond, her arms crossed, her gaze turned away from him. She seemed distant, and hurt, and the silence between them felt heavy.

"Chiyo…"

At the sound of her name, Chiyo's chest tightened. That was the way he meant that she was his woman, it was supposed to be special and happy, not the other way around.

All the sweetness felt hollow. The gifts, the pampering, the moments of tenderness—it was all overshadowed by the reality that Haruto had been with another woman.

The pain spread in her chest like a deep ache, and she couldn't help but question herself.

She wondered if she was foolish for believing that his actions could be more than just temporary, for thinking that he really did love her.

"He just uses me to make his other women jealous.' She bit her lower lip.

The necklace, the dresses, the jewelry—it all seemed meaningless now. A reminder of his betrayal, a reflection of how hollow their relationship might have become.

She felt tears well up, but she held them back. She was older than him, and in moments like this, she needed to be the strong one, to be mature and composed.

With a deep sigh, she unlocked the door. Haruto immediately opened it, his face filled with remorse, and he knelt in front of her, continuing to apologize over and over.

But the words only made her feel more nauseous.

"I'm sorry. Can I do something to make you feel better?" he asked, his voice trembling with guilt.

Chiyo took a deep breath, looking away from him. She couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes, afraid that she'd see the lie in them, the words he couldn't say.

"Leave that woman. It would make me feel better," she said, her voice low but steady, betraying the pain she felt.

He hesitated, looking at her, his mind racing, searching for the right words.

"Chiyo... I can't do it. I'm sorry. Not because I love her, but there's something else I can't tell you."

The honesty in his voice made her stomach twist, but it didn't ease the ache. She wanted to hear that he truly cared for her above all else, but the truth felt too heavy.

"I don't love her," Haruto continued, "But there's something I need from her. Something I can't explain."

Chiyo's eyes welled up with tears, but she turned away from him, her voice wavering.

"I wanted to go home."

Haruto gently shook his head, holding her hand softly. "We can, Chiyo. This is my way of saying thanks for everything you've done. We can't just cancel it."

Chiyo looked at him, her voice growing tense. "It doesn't mean anything anymore if you're still with another woman!"

Her eyes were pained, searching his face. "What are we, Haruto?"

Haruto hesitated, unsure how to respond. The truth was complicated.

They weren't lovers in the traditional sense, but they were more than mere partners in his eyes.

He could see the system notification in his mind's eye flashing before him:

[Careful!]

[Your answer will either decrease or increase Chiyo's Deprivation Matrix!]

His mind raced, weighing his words carefully. He knew that whatever he said would affect her deeply, and he didn't want to cause her more pain.

Closing his eyes, he finally spoke.

"I don't know, Chiyo. I'm as lost as you are."

His voice was steady but sincere, each word chosen with care.

Chiyo's expression softened slightly but remained disappointed. Haruto continued, his voice quieter now, yet filled with honesty.

"But I know you're important to me. I just can't let you go."

It was true—despite everything, Chiyo held a special place in his life.

She wasn't part of his grand revenge plan, yet he felt an attachment that went beyond his usual motives. He couldn't deny it.

"So, I'm sorry, Chiyo. I know I've disappointed you. But, as it stands, you can't be the only one… not yet."

The honesty was a risk, but he felt she deserved it. Chiyo looked at him, hurt but also a hint of relief in her eyes.

She nodded slowly, resigned yet appreciative of his openness.

"I understand. Let's just… do whatever you want tonight," she murmured, turning her gaze forward, her voice flat.

The system chimed in his mind.

[Ding!]

[Chiyo's status has changed!]

[Emotional Bond 70 -> 60]

[Obsession 60 -> 50]

[Corruption 90 -> 85]

Haruto released a quiet sigh of relief. It could have been worse.

He stood up, offering a small smile as he kissed her hand. "Alright. For tonight, let's enjoy dinner together."

Chiyo's hurt remained, but she tried to mask it, keeping her composure. Even as the pain lingered, she knew she'd yield—for now, patience was all she could give him.

***

Haruto thought that this dinner would be quiet and awkward because of their fight. But it was different from what he thought.

He even went so far as to beg Senior Kikuchi to secure a reservation at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city.

Despite the month-long waitlist, their VVIP status guaranteed they'd be seated.

Yet, as they settled into their seats, he realized the evening wouldn't unfold as he'd imagined.

Chiyo was anything but quiet. She lifted her wine glass, draining yet another pour of the restaurant's finest.

Haruto reached for her arm, his voice gentle. "Chiyo, maybe you've had enough."

She slammed her hand on the table, her eyes narrowing. "Enough? You don't get to tell me what I can and can't do, Haruto. Not when you're the one who can't keep his pants zipped for just one woman!"

A few diners glanced over, their gazes shifting between curiosity and disapproval.

Haruto sighed, pressing a hand to his temple, feeling the weight of their stares. Chiyo's voice only grew louder.

"Oh, that look!" she shot back. "I should be the one disappointed here, not you."

She poured herself another glass, her movements sharp and defiant. "Tell me, Haruto—why is one woman never enough for you?"

The sting in her words struck deeper than he'd expected. "Chiyo… it's not about you," he began, but he knew she was far too drunk to listen.

She sniffed, her voice trembling now. "What is it, then? Is it because I'm just a housewife? Because my tits aren't as big as her? Because I'm not a rich businesswoman!?"

"Ah, I know! That woman is your sugar mommy, isn't she?! Answer me now!"

Her voice broke, as she pointed a finger at him. After that she cried again and buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking.

Haruto felt a rush of guilt. He reached for her, but just then, a waiter approached, his voice low and apologetic.

"I'm sorry, sir, but other guests have expressed concerns. Perhaps it would be best to continue this… elsewhere."

Haruto's face flushed with embarrassment. Nodding, he wrapped his arm around Chiyo's shoulders, helping her up.

She leaned on him, her steps unsteady as he guided her out of the restaurant and into the hotel lobby.

He settled her onto a sofa, intending to arrange a room for the night. But as he turned to leave, a gentle touch on his shoulder made him pause.

He turned around, surprised to see an unfamiliar face. A beautiful woman with short, wavy red hair was smiling at him.

"Haruto," she said, her voice warm. "It's been a while. Do you remember me?"

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