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

The room froze, the weight of Renji's question pressing down on them like a heavy blanket. Asuka and Haruto exchanged uneasy glances, neither knowing how to respond.

Haruto wrestled with the thought of confessing that he was in the video but with another woman. Yet, doing so could open a Pandora's box of problems with Renji.

Admitting he'd been with someone else could shift the dynamic of their already unconventional relationship.

Finally, Asuka broke the silence, her voice steady but her gaze averted. "It's not me in the video," she admitted. "But the man is indeed Haruto."

Her words hung in the air, and Renji's eyes widened, his face hardening as his gaze snapped to Haruto.

The realization that his sister's partner had been with another woman seemed to spark a flicker of anger.

As if sensing the shift, Asuka quickly added, "Don't worry, brother. We're in a polyamorous relationship. Haruto has… side relationships, and I'm fine with it."

Her tone was calm, but the weight of coming clean to her brother made the room feel even more charged.

Haruto blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting her bluntness. He cleared his throat, nodding awkwardly. "Y-yeah, Asuka's right. The woman in the video isn't her."

Renji frowned deeply, leaning forward with a sharp edge to his tone. "Then how did Kota get his hands on that video? I need to know, especially after what happened to him."

He paused, his voice softening. "Kota was my nephew, after all. And no matter what, he didn't deserve to die like that."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

His words struck a nerve. Asuka clenched the fabric of her dress, her shoulders tense.

She was curious, of course, but knowing the truth could mean unearthing painful connections to Haruto. Fear kept her silent.

Haruto noticed her struggle and stepped in. "Kota hated me," he confessed. "Because I helped Mari escape him."

Renji's gaze sharpened. "Mari? What are you talking about?"

"She was someone Kota… fixated on," Haruto explained, his voice measured but firm.

"He stalked her, harassed her, did things that no one should ever endure. I couldn't stand by, so I helped her get away."

He paused, his brow furrowed. "As for how Kota got the video, I don't know. But everything he did—everything he became—it was revenge against me."

Renji exhaled deeply, rubbing his temples as he processed the information. "A fruit doesn't fall far from the tree, huh?" he muttered, bitterness lacing his words.

"But I don't think that alone would drive him to suicide," he continued after a moment. "There must've been more."

"You're right," Haruto said. "Kota was part of a gang. Not ours, but another—one that used him as a punching bag. Every time I saw him, he was covered in fresh wounds and bruises."

Asuka, regaining her composure, nodded. "I… I found a tattoo on him. And yes, he always looked like he'd been in a fight."

Renji's voice rose slightly, his concern breaking through his usual calm. "Then why didn't you do anything, Asuka? You're his mother!"

"I…" Asuka's voice wavered, guilt and regret evident in her trembling hands. "I didn't…"

Seeing her falter, Haruto reached out, his hand firmly gripping hers. "Mr. Furukawa," he said, his tone steady and protective, "I think that's unfair. Asuka did everything she could. She's grieving, too."

"I see… I'm sorry," Renji said, his tone softening as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I didn't mean it that way. I guess… I'm just shocked by everything Kota did." He turned to Asuka, his voice gentler.

"I'm sorry, Asuka. That wasn't fair of me."

The room fell into silence, the weight of their shared thoughts filling the space. Each of them seemed lost in their own reflections.

Renji actually wanted to oppose their relationship especially knowing his nephew suicide has something to do with Haruto.

But seeing the two of them now, hand in hand, supporting each other, he couldn't object to their relationship. He knew it would destroy his relationship with Asuka which was already broken.

So, the only thing he could do was accept it.

Renji was the first to break the stillness, exhaling deeply. "I didn't invite you both here to make things tense or awkward," he admitted.

"I wanted to get to know Hayase better." His gaze shifted to Asuka, softening further. "And… I wanted to make things right with you, Asuka."

His voice carried a note of genuine regret. "We barely saw each other after you got married. I was too caught up in my own life and ignored what you were going through. I should have done better. I should have known you wouldn't be happy with Inoue."

Asuka looked up at her brother, her eyes glistening faintly with emotion. "Brother, don't blame yourself," she said gently.

"I wasn't fair to you either. I held resentment because of Father and let it cloud how I saw you." She smiled softly. "But now, I want us to have a better relationship."

Renji returned her smile, and for the first time in years, it felt like a bridge was being rebuilt between them.

Watching the siblings reconcile brought a sense of relief to Haruto, who let out a quiet sigh. Another crisis had passed.

"Speaking of Inoue…" Renji said suddenly, his tone shifting to something lighter, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

"I made sure he got what he deserved. Took control of his company. He's got nothing left now."

Haruto's chest swelled with satisfaction at the news. Finally, that bastard's getting what's coming to him, he thought.

"Thank you, Brother," Asuka said, her tone sincere yet calm. "You didn't have to go that far. Just being free of him is enough for me."

Renji chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh no, I couldn't just let it slide like that. And I have to admit…" His smirk widened. "Hayase's handiwork inspired me."

Haruto laughed, shaking his head. "Glad to be of service, Mr. Furukawa."

"Ah, you boys are impossible," Asuka said with an exaggerated sigh, though a faint smile lingered on her lips.

The warmth in their conversation made her feel lighter, less burdened by the guilt she had carried.

For a long time, she'd feared judgment from others, convinced they saw her as a failure of a mother.

Yet here she was, surrounded by people who cared—not blaming her, but supporting her. The realization was like a balm to her soul.

Renji's grin turned playful as he raised his glass. "So… when's the wedding?"

Asuka rolled her eyes while Haruto scratched the back of his head, laughing awkwardly. "That's… complicated," he muttered.

"Oh, come on, brother," Asuka interjected with a teasing grin. "I should be asking you that question. How old are you now? Shouldn't you have a woman by your side?"

"Just look at Haruto—he's got at least three women with him," Asuka teased, elbowing Haruto playfully.

Renji's eyes widened in astonishment. "Three? Seriously? Damn, kid, you've got to teach me your ways!"

Haruto chuckled, leaning back with a grin. "Confidence, Mr. Furukawa. That's the key."

"And being handsome," Asuka added with a sly smile. "Oh, and let's not forget a great body… and other skills."

"Ck, so money's not enough these days, huh?" Renji sighed in mock defeat, shaking his head.

The three of them burst into laughter, the room filled with warmth and lighthearted banter. They spent the rest of the night sharing jokes and stories.

It was a night of rare joy, leaving them all with a sense of comfort and connection.