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

"But it seems our baby is just like her mother," Chiyo whispered, her voice carrying the faintest tremor of hope.

"She's strong. She survived."

Haruto froze. His eyes widened as he pulled away, searching her face.

"She…? She's alright?" His voice trembled, his eyes suddenly filled with desperate hope.

Chiyo nodded, a small, exhausted smile tugging at her lips. "I… I don't know the gender yet. But I just feel like she must be a girl. And when she grows up, you'll know exactly how terrifying it is to have a daughter date someone like you."

A breathless chuckle escaped her lips, fragile yet genuine.

Haruto let out a choked laugh, relief flooding his entire being. Without thinking, he cupped her face and kissed her gently, pouring every ounce of love and devotion he had into that single touch.

"Don't worry," he murmured against her lips. "I'll take care of her. From now on and forever. No one will ever hurt her… or you."

Chiyo gazed up at him, her expression softer now.

"I… I don't know if I deserve to apologize or if I should be the one accepting yours," he whispered.

"But I'm sorry… for everything. For what you had to go through. It's all my fault, you can blame me forever if you want."

Chiyo took a deep breath, her fingers gently brushing over her still-flat stomach. "I know I have to forgive you, Haruto," she said softly.

"But… I want you to do something first."

Haruto reached out, taking her hand in his. "What is it? Tell me. I'll do anything."

She met his gaze, her expression unreadable. "I want you to find your father."

Her words hit him like a sudden jolt. Confusion flickered across his face, but beneath it, a wave of unease settled deep in his gut.

'Why would she ask for that? Does she want us to become a family?' The thought was bitter—unthinkable.

"I want the three of us to talk," Chiyo continued, her voice steady but firm. "About my pregnancy."

She let out a slow sigh before adding, "And I want to divorce him."

Haruto stiffened.

"Then, you need to marry me."

Her last words nearly made him choke.

His mind reeled. His father wasn't the issue—Haruto could easily force him to sign the divorce papers.

The real problem was much bigger.

In Japan, children born outside of marriage faced harsh stigmatization. Society wasn't kind to single mothers, and Chiyo was painfully aware of that reality. Her request wasn't unreasonable.

But marriage? At eighteen? With his own aunt?

And what about his harem? How could he possibly explain this to them?

Japan didn't allow polygamy, and if he married Chiyo, what would that mean for the others?

'I'm not ready for this.'

A frustrated sigh threatened to escape him, but he held it back. 'Damn, I wish the system could help me here… Though, the fact that she hasn't left me yet might already be its doing.'

His silence made Chiyo's heart clench. Her fingers trembled as she pulled away from his grasp.

"Is that request so difficult for you?" she asked, her voice laced with pain.

"I… I just don't know how to explain this to everyone—"

"You don't want me to be your wife?"

Before he could answer, she slapped his hand away.

"Fine," she muttered, turning her back to him.

"Just get your father to sign the divorce papers. I don't want his name anywhere near our child's birth certificate."

Haruto clenched his fists. This was an impossible situation—but he knew, as a man, he had to take responsibility for what he had done.

He exhaled sharply, steadying himself. Then, with unwavering resolve, he spoke.

"I will marry you."

Chiyo's eyes widened. She turned back to him, the flicker of hurt in her gaze melting into something else—hope.

"However," he continued, tightening his grip on her hand, "not now. Not until I've handled everything else. But I will take responsibility. I promise our child won't grow up without a father."

His words steadied her trembling heart. Tears welled in her eyes as she smiled, then leaned in and kissed him gently.

Finally, he would be hers—officially.

After a while, Haruto pulled away, letting her rest.

He took one last glance at her peaceful expression before stepping toward the door and quietly leaving the room.

And found Mari stood in front of the door, holding a plastic bag of food—probably from a convenience store. Her eyes were downcast, and her hands trembled slightly.

'Did she hear everything?' Haruto's stomach twisted at the thought. 'The baby… the marriage?'

He sighed, already bracing himself for Mari's emotional outburst.

She was always the most expressive, and after everything that had happened today, the last thing he needed was another barrage of complaints—or worse, her overwhelming feelings.

Today had drained him completely. If he had the choice, he'd escape to a quiet garden, somewhere far from everyone, where he could finally take a deep breath and clear his mind.

He needed to think—to find peace, if only for a moment, and to figure out how to take his revenge.

Not more drama. Not now.

But he knew this was all his fault. Nearly all the women in his life had been dragged into the chaos he had caused, and the weight of his failure pressed down on him like an unforgiving storm.

Still, as he took a closer look at Mari, his tension eased—just slightly.

She wasn't angry.

She wasn't crying, yelling, or demanding answers.

She just stood there, quietly holding a bag of food, as if she had simply come to offer him a meal.

"Why are you still here, Mari? It's already late," Haruto said, concern lacing his voice.

She let out a shaky breath. "Ugh… Enji said you are here."

"You know I feel responsible for all of this mess too, right? So…" Her voice cracked, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Her grip on the bag tightened as she bit her lip. "Why are you still so calm? I'm scared of being here alone!"

Haruto sighed before pulling her into a tight embrace. "Oh, Mari—"

"Don't hug me! Don't console me!" she snapped, her voice muffled against his chest.

"You should be the one breaking down! It's too much! It's frustrating! I hate this!"

Her sobs wracked her body, and Haruto stood still, listening to her voice tremble with anger and despair.

Then she asked again, her voice hoarse, "Why are you still so calm?!"

That question hit him hard.

He wasn't calm at all. He was the calm before a storm, a tempest ready to destroy everything in his path.

"If I break down now, what will happen to all of you?" he murmured.

He felt like the captain of a ship caught in a violent storm. If he collapsed now, the entire crew—his people—would be lost.

He couldn't afford to cry or beg for salvation. He had to stay steady, to untangle the chaos before it consumed them all.

"So calm down, Mari," he whispered, rubbing her back. "I'm fine now. And you should be fine too."

But instead of calming down, Mari only cried harder. She cried out of frustration, out of helplessness—out of pain for Haruto, for herself, for everything.

And somehow, that raw, unfiltered emotion grounded him.

Once Mari settled down, Haruto made his decision. He asked Arataki to lend them his place, ensuring Mari and Asuka could rest there under the protection of Enji's men.

It was the safest option they had for now.

Mari didn't argue and quickly called her parents, telling them she was staying at a friend's place.

The real problem was Asuka.

"You think it'll be safe? I can't trust any of you after what just happened," she said coldly, arms crossed, her voice heavy with doubt.

"They're my friends, Asuka. They won't hurt you," Haruto tried to reassure her.

She shot him a sharp glare. "And what if there's a mole among them? What would you do then?"

The room fell silent. She had a point.

"They're just a bunch of high schoolers, and they're loyal to me," Enji finally spoke.

"I don't think that bastard Ren has the reach to plant a mole. They only wanted to teach Haruto a lesson, not wage a war."

"And that's exactly my problem," Asuka countered, her expression unwavering.

"What makes you think a bunch of high schoolers can protect me?"

Haruto, Enji, and Arataki had no response.

Arataki sighed, muttering under his breath, "This is why I don't do girlfriends."

Enji, on the other hand, lost his patience. "Then do you have a better idea, lady?" he snapped.

Sure, Asuka was stunning, but even a goddess didn't get to mock his gang without consequences.

"Enji, calm down," Haruto warned, shooting him a glare.

Asuka stood her ground. "I'll hire professional bodyguards for Mari and me," she declared, pulling her phone from her bag.

Before she could make the call, the hospital room door swung open.

"Speaking of bodyguards… I can be yours," a familiar voice chimed in. "No way in hell am I staying here."

Rin stood in the doorway, an IV still attached to her arm.

"Rin! Stop moving so much—you're still wounded!" A second voice called from behind.

Haruto turned toward the newcomer and stiffened.

A woman with short red hair stood behind Rin, her expression stern.

He recognized her instantly.

"Dr. Watanabe?"