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

Haruto Hayase was a normal high school boy in his third year, living a quiet life until his younger sister, Haruka Hayase, joined the same school. Haruka’s beauty and charm made her the center of attention, quickly becoming the school's prima donna. But when a notorious gang leader set his sights on her, he did everything in his power to protect her—only to fail tragically. Haruka was brutally assaulted and tortured, and Haruto himself suffered an agonizing death. However, in a twist of fate, Haruto is given a second chance, waking up a year before the events that shattered his life. Armed with the mysterious ‘Debauchery System Slave’, he vows to exact revenge on those responsible. This time, he will use his newfound powers of the system and charm to seduce the loved ones of his enemies. From their mothers, sisters, and lovers to their closest friends, Haruto will make them his. His enemies will suffer as he steals what they hold dearest, ensuring their downfall in the most devastating way possible.

GiganticBlackCat · Urban
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I Need To Be Honest

Now Haruto understood why the quest from the system wasn't marked complete despite him passing what he thought was the critical stage. It turned out the true test hadn't even begun yet. 

This was it—the moment where words could either unite or shatter everything he had built. He took a deep breath, steadying the pounding in his chest, and spoke, his tone resolute and firm. 

"There's something I need to tell both of you." 

Mari paused mid-bite, her chopsticks hovering in the air. The look on his face was far too serious for this to be about something trivial. 

Placing her chopsticks down, she gave him her full attention, her brow furrowing in concern. 

Haruto turned his gaze to Asuka first, his voice unwavering. "Asuka, the other woman I brought here… isn't Chiyo. It's Mari." 

Asuka's eyes widened, the shock evident on her face. She had expected him to evade the truth, to dance around the topic like he always did. But this—this was unexpected.