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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 · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
89 Chs

It's Your Eyes, I Hate It

"Ahh~ you guys finally made it." 

The voice jolted Haruto from his thoughts. His gaze, which had been fixed on the ground, lifted to meet the speaker. 

Standing there was a man with jet-black hair and dark, piercing eyes—one of which bore a scar that left it clouded, a grayish hue that hinted at blindness. 

Haruto recognized him instantly. 

Ren Ito.

Ren was as tall as Haruto, with an arrogant smirk that seemed to judge everyone around him. 

Two other figures flanked him, likely Red Claws members, mirroring his sneering confidence. 

Ren's gaze shifted briefly to Arataki. "I see Arataki's here," he drawled. 

"How's your sister doing?" 

His tone was like a mock as his two friends laughed along with him just like a hyena. Condescending, disturbing, wicked. 

"You fucking asshole!"  

A flicker of anger flared in Arataki's eyes. His jaw clenched, fists twitching as he moved to step forward.