MY NETORI SYSTEM

Tuesday evening settled over Atlanta with a quiet weight—the rain from earlier had cleared, leaving the streets glistening under streetlights and the air carrying the clean, sharp scent of wet pavement mixed with blooming jasmine from the parks below. David had kept the condo deliberately simple for the night: lights low, a single lamp casting a warm golden pool over the bedroom, fresh sheets on the king bed, and the balcony doors cracked just enough to let in the faint night breeze. No group. No planning spreadsheets. No empire talk until afterward.

Just Sophia.

She arrived at 8:03 p.m.—red lace teddy under a short black dress, garters clipped to sheer stockings, heels clicking softly as she stepped inside. The moment the door closed she let the dress fall to the floor, standing there in the red lace, freckles flushed with anticipation, eyes already dark with that mix of devotion and quiet hunger that had only deepened since her last solo night.

"Brian’s mediation was today," she whispered, walking straight to him. "He looked broken when his lawyer explained the trusts. He kept asking if I’m ’seeing someone.’ I told him ’work stress.’ He believed me. He always does. But all I could think about was you."

David pulled her close—kissed her hard, claiming. She moaned into his mouth, hands sliding under his shirt to trace the lines of his chest and abs, body already trembling.

He walked her to the bedroom without breaking the kiss—dress left abandoned on the floor. Laid her gently on the bed. Stood back for a moment, letting his eyes drink her in: the way the red lace strained against her full breasts, nipples hard and dark through the fabric, flat stomach quivering, thick thighs pressed together, thong already soaked through at the crotch.

"Show me," he said quietly.

Sophia bit her lip—reached down and pulled the thong aside, spreading her thighs wide. Her pussy glistened—swollen, slick, clit peeking out begging for attention.

"Been like this since your voice note," she breathed. "Brian called after mediation. I answered while fingering myself. He had no idea."

David knelt between her legs. Kissed her inner thigh—slow, deliberate—then the other. Blew cool air over her clit. She whimpered—hips bucking.

He licked once—long, flat stroke from entrance to clit. She gasped—back arching off the mattress.

"Better than Brian?"

"Fuck—yes—he’s small—quick—comes too fast—I fake every orgasm—think of you every single time—"

He ate her ravenously—tongue circling her clit in tight spirals, sucking gently then harder, two fingers sliding inside, curling against her front wall with steady pressure. She rocked against his face—moaning brokenly, hands fisting the sheets.

"Tell me more."

"He never eats me—says it’s too much work—I lie there frustrated after he rolls over—touch myself thinking about your mouth—"

He sucked her clit hard. She shattered—sudden, violent. Squirting across his chin and chest, thighs trembling uncontrollably, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. He didn’t stop—kept licking through the aftershocks, fingers stroking slow until she was whining, oversensitive, pushing weakly at his head.

"David—please—too much—"

He rose—unzipped. Cock thick, hard, veins standing out, pre-cum beading at the tip. Rubbed the head through her soaked folds—coating himself, teasing her entrance.

"Beg."

"Please—fuck me—fill me—ruin me for him—breed me while he’s crying over the mediation papers—"

He slammed in—one brutal thrust. Buried to the hilt. She screamed—pleasure-pain, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck—yes—so full—so deep—stretching me like he never could—"

He pounded—deep, rhythmic. Bed creaking under them. Her breasts bouncing in the red lace teddy—he ripped it off, sucked one nipple hard while thrusting. She came again—clamping around him, squirting down his shaft and onto the sheets.

"Tell me."

"He’s nothing—small—boring—I fake everything—you own this pussy—fuck—"

He angled deeper—hit her spot over and over. She came a third time—violent, whole body convulsing, pussy milking him greedily. He didn’t stop—railed through it, balls tightening.

Flipped her onto her stomach—ass up, face pressed to the sheets. Slammed back in from behind. Spanked her ass—hard. Red handprint bloomed on freckled skin.

"Beg for it."

"Please—fill me—breed me—make me carry your baby while Brian’s signing the mediation agreement—"

He pounded faster—deep, punishing strokes. Balls slapping her clit wetly. She reached back—rubbed her clit furiously while he railed her.

Came again—screaming into the pillow, pussy clamping like a vice, squirting hard onto the mattress.

He buried deep—groaned loud. Came hard—thick, endless pulses flooding her. She whimpered—clenching, drawing out every drop, body shaking with aftershocks.

He stayed inside her—twitching, leaking—then pulled out slow. Watched his cum drip from her swollen pussy—thick white trails down her thighs.

She rolled over—breathless, wrecked. Pulled him down for a slow, filthy kiss—tasting herself on his tongue.

"Again?" she whispered.

He laughed low. "All night."

They fucked for hours.

Second round: her riding him—slow, grinding rolls at first, then frantic bouncing, tits in his face. He sucked her nipples while she rode—moaning how Brian never lasted long enough for her to come on top. She shattered twice—squirting across his stomach—before he flipped her, finished in missionary—flooding her again.

Third: prone-bone on the rug—face down, ass up. Slow, deep thrusts. Whispering in her ear how she’d never go back to Brian’s bed. She begged—sobbing with pleasure—came so hard she squirted onto the floor. He pulled out at the last second—came across her ass, watched it run down her skin.

Fourth: shower. Bent her over—fucked her against the tile. Water cascading. She came quietly—whispering his name like prayer. He filled her one last time—slow pulses—then held her as she trembled.

Fifth: back on the bed. Missionary again—slow, eye-locked, deep. She came hard—squirting, begging to be bred. He flooded her—deep, claiming.

They collapsed—sweaty, tangled, breathing ragged. She curled against his chest—hand tracing lazy circles on his stomach.

"I’m filing the final papers next week," she whispered. "After mediation. I don’t want Brian anymore. I only want you."

David stroked her hair. "Good girl. We’ll make it clean. The empire takes care of its own."

Codex pinged softly in the dark:

[Sophia – Loyalty: 100%. Full Claim Reinforced.]

[Cash Deposit: $82,000 – "Solo Maintenance + Mediation Distraction Bonus."]

[Liquid Net Worth: $1,584,342]

[Harem Loyalty Average: 100%. All Seven Fully Locked.]

[New Passive: "Locked Circle (Lv.1)" – All seven wives grant permanent 25% reduction in husband suspicion growth rate.]

Group chat lit up as they lay there:

Elena 🔥: How was she?

Victoria: Caleb’s pitch is April 18. Your name’s prominent.

Lauren: Derek’s texts increasing. Hedge fee posted.

Nadia: Ethan’s asking questions. Mediator Thursday.

Priya: Raj distracted. Fee posted.

Rebecca: Condo keys ready. When’s my turn?