MY NETORI SYSTEM-Chapter 14: The Monday Aftermath & Tuesday Night Out

Rebecca’s Monday night fuck left me walking funny the next morning—Tuesday, March 22, 2026. I woke up in her guest bedroom (Paul’s golf clubs staring at me from the corner like judgmental uncles), sheets smelling like sex and her citrus perfume. She was already in the kitchen making coffee when I stumbled down.

"Morning, consultant," she said with a smirk, handing me a mug. Her hair was in a messy bun, wearing one of Paul’s oversized button-downs that barely covered her ass. Freckles everywhere in the daylight. "You snore, by the way."

"Lies," I muttered, taking the coffee. "I purr."

She laughed—low, satisfied. "You do a lot of things well."

We talked business over breakfast (her making eggs, me pretending to be useful by not burning toast). She signed the final transfer forms while still half-naked. I emailed them from my phone right there at her island.

The system popped as she leaned over to kiss me goodbye.

[Rebecca Voss – Loyalty Shift: 48% → 52%. She’s already deleting Paul’s texts unread. You’re welcome for the marital upgrade.]

Cash Deposit: +$12,000 (post-conquest drip-feed). Because apparently good dick pays compound interest now.]

I blinked it away, kissed her deep, and left before Paul’s golf buddies could show up for "brunch strategy."

Drove back to Buckhead feeling like I owned the city. Which, technically, I was starting to.

Mid-morning: quick stop at the Smyrna office. Tyler was there, watering the sad fake plant in the corner.

"Boss man," he said, spinning in his chair. "You look... rested. New skincare routine?"

"New girlfriend," I lied smoothly.

He whistled. "Lucky. Mine’s on a ’girls trip’ in Savannah. Probably spending my bonus on cocktails."

I laughed. "Tell her hi from me."

Tyler leaned in, voice low. "Hey, real talk—there’s this HOA lady from Vinings who keeps calling the office line. Says she heard you’re ’the guy’ for property stuff. Dr. Priya Patel. Want me to set a meeting?"

The system pinged.

[New Target Scan: Priya Patel – Married, 45, doctor’s wife. Arousal baseline: 8%. Boredom level: critical. Strike while the HOA iron is hot.]

I nodded. "Yeah. Schedule her for Thursday. Same time slot as Rebecca."

Tyler grinned. "You’re gonna need a bigger office soon."

Lunch: solo at a ramen spot in Midtown. Sat at the bar, slurped tonkotsu, scrolled my phone. Nadia texted.

Nadia: Miss your tongue already. Free tonight?

Nadia: Or are you busy ruining marriages?

Me: Busy ruining my sleep schedule. Your place 9?

Me: Wear nothing. I want easy access.

Nadia: Door unlocked. Food optional.

The system snorted.

[Nadia Addiction: 52%. She’s canceling therapy appointments for you. Romantic.]

I smirked into my ramen.

Afternoon: gym. Lifted heavy—deadlifts, bench, squats. Spotter was some dude named Rico who turned out to be a real-estate broker on the side.

"You look like you just came into money," he said after I re-racked 315.

"Feels like it," I grunted.

He laughed. "If you ever want to flip houses, hit me up. Rico Valdez. I know people."

I filed the name away. Shook his hand. Felt like another piece sliding into place.

Evening: back to the condo. Shower. Quick jerk-off session to porn—cuckold husband forced to clean up, wife moaning for the bull. Came hard imagining Elena and Nadia together. Cleaned up. Felt recharged.

Drove to Nadia’s at 8:55. Door unlocked, lights low, music playing soft R&B. She was on the couch in nothing but thigh-high stockings and a smile.

"Miss me?" she asked.

I dropped my keys. "You have no idea."

She stood. Walked over slow—hips swaying. Pushed me against the wall. Kissed me deep—tongue, teeth, hands yanking my shirt off.

"Bedroom," she whispered. "I’ve been prepping."

She led me. Bedroom lit by candles. Bed made with fresh sheets. Toys on the nightstand—vibrator, lube, silk ties.

"Thought we’d play tonight," she said, biting her lip.

I grinned. "You first."

Pushed her onto the bed. Tied her wrists to the headboard with the silk—loose enough she could struggle, tight enough she couldn’t escape. She tested them. Moaned.

I stripped slow—let her watch. Cock hard, veins pulsing.

Climbed between her legs. Kissed down her body—neck, tits, stomach. Sucked nipples until she arched. Spread her thighs. Ate her slow—tongue circling clit, fingers inside, thumb on her ass again.

She came fast—shaking, squirting, screaming my name.

I kept going. Added the vibrator—low setting on her clit while fingers curled inside. Second orgasm hit harder—body convulsing, voice hoarse.

Untied her. Flipped her onto all fours. Slammed in from behind—pussy first. Pounded hard. Spanked. Pulled hair.

"Fuck—yes—own me—" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Switched to her ass—slow push, then deep thrusts. She rubbed her clit furiously. Came again—ass clenching, squirting down her thighs.

I pulled out. Flipped her. Legs over shoulders. Pounded deep—fast now. She begged—"Come inside—fill me—breed me—"

I buried deep. Came hard—thick pulses flooding her pussy. She milked me, whimpering, coming one last time.

We collapsed—sweaty, laughing, tangled.

"Stay," she whispered.

I did.

Morning sex at dawn—lazy, slow, kissing deep. Came inside her again while she whispered "you’re mine now."

Left at 8 a.m. with coffee in a to-go cup she made me.

The system popped as I drove home.

[Nadia – Loyalty Shift: 58%. She’s already looking at couple’s apartments online. Slow down, Romeo—you’re not ready for domestic bliss.]

Cash Deposit: +$6,000. "Repeat Customer Bonus." You’re welcome.]

I laughed. Headed to the office.

Tyler was there with fresh coffee.

"Priya Patel confirmed for Thursday," he said. "She sounded... eager."

I smirked.

Empire was expanding.

And I was just getting started.