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

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Kota's humiliation boiled over into blind fury. He pushed himself to his feet, his face beet red, his voice cracking as he screamed, "DON'T YOU DARE RUN, YOU BASTARD!"

Haruto stood his ground, his smirk never faltering.

"Oh, I won't." His voice was calm, laced with a chilling confidence that only added fuel to Kota's rage.

Fueled by raw emotion, Kota lunged at Haruto, his fists swinging wildly. But Haruto was faster,

He sidestepped the attack effortlessly, pivoting to deliver a sharp kick to Kota's side.

The impact sent Kota sprawling to the ground once more, the hard surface slamming against his back.

Kota lay there, gasping for air, tears welling in his eyes. The humiliation, the betrayal, the rage—it all churned into a storm that he couldn't control.

His fists trembled as he tried to push himself up, but the weight of his despair pinned him down.

He thought about his mother, the woman who was supposed to love him unconditionally. Deep down, he'd known she didn't care for him, but this… this was worse than death.

Haruto tilted his head, observing Kota with a cold, calculating gaze. A flicker of satisfaction danced in his eyes.

He had stolen Kota's girlfriend, crushed his reputation into the dirt, and now, he'd twisted the knife even further with that staged "porn video."

It wasn't really Kota's mother in the video, but the illusion had done its job.

'Finally, you can feel even a fraction of what I felt, Kota,' Haruto thought, his smirk widening. 'But what Haruka endured was far worse than this.'

He crouched down beside Kota, leaning in close enough that his breath brushed against the other boy's ear. His voice was low, dripping with venom.

"Do you want to know how many times I fucked your mother?" Haruto's smirk deepened as he spoke, his tone mocking.

"A lot. I can still hear the way she whimpered under me, screaming and moaning my name like she couldn't get enough."

Kota's body shook, tears streaming down his face as rage and despair consumed him.

Haruto's eyes glittered with malice as he continued, "I know how good her pussy is. And guess what? I even fucked her in front of your pathetic father."

"You… FUCKER!" Kota bellowed, his voice cracking as he swung a fist at Haruto's face.

But Haruto was faster. He caught Kota's wrist mid-swing, twisting it sharply. A sickening crack filled the air, followed by Kota's anguished cry as pain shot through his arm.

"Fucker?" Haruto scoffed, his grip tightening. "Don't blame me for your misery. You're the one who wanted to be part of Red Fang."

"You wanted the power, the connections—and I gave it to you. Aren't I kind?" His tone dripped with sarcasm, a cruel smile tugging at his lips.

Haruto leaned closer, his voice lowering to a whisper that only Kota could hear. "But really, you should blame yourself, Kota."

"Your mother? She's the one who seduced me. All I had to do was smile, and she was begging to fuck me."

Kota's face turned a deep, violent red, the veins on his temples bulging as fresh tears poured down his cheeks. His jaw clenched, his entire body trembling with unspent rage.

Haruto's smirk grew darker, his gaze reveling in Kota's suffering.

'Be angry. Hate me. Despair,' he thought, the twisted satisfaction in his chest blooming.

'That's the only way I'll be satisfied.'

He stayed there, crouched over Kota like a predator savoring its prey, waiting for the next reaction—the next delicious spark of desperation that would fuel his cruel revenge.

A sound from behind them startled Haruto, drawing his attention.

He turned to see Daiki lounging on the worn leather sofa. His arms stretched lazily across the backrest, a cigarette dangling between his fingers, the faint curl of smoke rising around him.

His grin was sharp and devilish, his dark eyes glinting with amusement.

"Kota," Daiki called, his voice calm but laced with menace, "win this fight, and I'll raise your position. How do you like that?"

Haruto's gaze shifted back to Kota, whose trembling fists tightened at Daiki's words. The offer of advancement dangled like bait in front of the humiliated boy.

Daiki chuckled, the sound low and almost mocking. "Don't disappoint me," he added, taking a slow drag from his cigarette before flicking the ash onto the floor.

"I've already wasted enough time training you in the underground ring."

Kota didn't reply with words—he didn't need to. The fiery determination in his tear-streaked eyes said it all. He nodded sharply, his focus solely on Haruto.

Haruto's lips curled into a smirk. This shift in the dynamic worked in his favor.

With Daiki egging Kota on, Haruto knew he could drag this out—humiliate Kota further under the guise of a fight while showcasing his own dominance.

The three of them moved outside, stepping into the backyard of the abandoned school building.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The night air was heavy, the dim light of a distant streetlamp casting faint shadows across the cracked pavement and overgrown weeds.

Daiki followed at a leisurely pace. He leaned against the rusted frame of the doorway, his sharp grin never leaving his face as he watched the two boys square off.

Haruto stretched his arms and cracked his knuckles, his movements casual, almost lazy, as he prepared for the fight.

His eyes gleamed with confidence, but there was a cold calculation behind them.

"Come on, Kota," Haruto taunted, rolling his shoulders. "Show your boss what you've got."

Kota clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. The humiliation and rage burned hotter with every passing second.

He had no choice now but to fight—not just for his pride, but to prove himself to Daiki.

The atmosphere crackled with tension, the stakes higher than ever.

This wasn't just a fight as Haruto intended to turn it into a masterclass in humiliation and also a way to showcase all of his rage this past few months.

In Haruto's eyes, Kota's face morphed into Ren and Daiki, ready for him to punch to pulp.