MY NETORI SYSTEM

David had cleared the condo for the night—no group planning, no spreadsheets, no empire metrics on the big screen. Just the low lamp in the bedroom casting a warm golden pool across the king bed, fresh sheets, and the balcony doors cracked to let in the faint city breeze. The empire could wait a few hours. Tonight was for Victoria.

She arrived at 8:02 p.m.—emerald silk slip dress that clung to every curve, the fabric so thin her dark nipples were already visible through it, no bra, no panties as instructed. Her long dark hair fell in loose waves, lips freshly glossed, eyes dark with that mix of hunger and quiet surrender that had only deepened since her first night.

The moment the door closed she walked straight to him, pressing her body against his without a word. "Caleb is still in meetings," she whispered, voice already husky. "He thinks I’m at a charity planning session. He barely looked at me when he left. All I could think about was you."

David cupped her face and kissed her—slow at first, then deeper, claiming. She moaned softly into his mouth, hands sliding under his shirt to trace the lines of his chest and abs, body trembling with need.

He walked her backward to the bedroom without breaking the kiss. The emerald slip dress slipped off one shoulder as they moved. He pulled the thin straps down slowly, letting the fabric pool at her feet. She stood naked before him—full breasts rising and falling with each quick breath, dark nipples hard and begging, flat stomach quivering, hips curved, thighs already slick with arousal.

"Show me," he said quietly.

Victoria bit her lip, reached down, and spread her thighs wide on the edge of the bed. Her pussy glistened—swollen, slick, clit peeking out, dark folds flushed and wet.

"Been like this since the pitch meeting," she breathed. "Caleb was yelling in the car about the investors. I smiled and thought of you stretching me while he was distracted."

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 Caleb?"

"Fuck—yes—he’s small—gentle—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 in his meetings—"

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 freely. He grabbed one—squeezed hard, rolled the nipple between his fingers 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 tan skin.

"Beg for it."

"Please—fill me—breed me—make me carry your baby while Caleb thinks I’m at charity planning—"

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 Caleb 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 Caleb’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 yours," she whispered. "Caleb is nothing. The pitch is ours because of you."

David stroked her hair. "Good girl. We’ll take the whole round. The empire takes care of its own."

Codex pinged softly in the dark:

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

[Cash Deposit: $135,000 – "Pitch Follow-Up + Funding Round Leverage Bonus."]

[Liquid Net Worth: $2,064,342]

[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?

Sophia: Brian’s mediation fallout ongoing. Shields holding.

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

Nadia: Ethan’s asking questions. Mediator tomorrow.

Priya: Raj distracted. Fee posted.

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