MY NETORI SYSTEM-Chapter 38: The Night of Seven

. The condo was sealed off from the world—no deliveries, no calls forwarded, no husbands texting "where are you." The blinds were drawn to half-mast, letting thin stripes of city light cut across the living room and bedroom floors. The air conditioning hummed low, keeping the temperature perfect for skin on skin. Bottles of water and lube sat discreetly on side tables. The sectional had been pushed back against the walls, leaving the center of the room open except for a thick area rug and several large cushions dragged from the guest room. The balcony doors were cracked just enough for the night breeze to carry in faint jasmine and distant traffic, but the glass remained a silent witness.

Seven women arrived between 7:45 and 8:15 p.m. Each one entered already half-undressed or ready to be—lingerie sets chosen specifically for tonight, heels clicking in unison as they gathered in the living room. No small talk. No drinks. No need for pretense.

They formed a loose circle around David in the center. He stood shirtless, slacks low on his hips, cock already thick and heavy behind the fabric from the anticipation alone.

Elena stepped forward first—black lace bra and thong, garters clipped to sheer stockings. She dropped to her knees without a word, unzipped him, and took him into her mouth. Slow at first—lips stretching wide, tongue flat against the underside, hollowed cheeks as she bobbed deeper. Gagged softly when he hit the back of her throat, pulled back with strings of spit connecting them, then dove again. Eyes locked upward the whole time.

"Better than Mark?" David growled, hand in her hair.

She pulled off with a wet pop. "So much better. He’s small. Quick. I faked every moan. You make my throat burn in the best way."

He thrust forward—fucked her mouth steadily. Drool cascaded down her chin, onto lace-covered tits. Nipples diamond-hard through the fabric. She moaned around him, vibrations shooting up his shaft.

Sophia moved in next—red teddy, garters, no panties. She knelt beside Elena, waited her turn. David pulled out of Elena’s mouth—cock glistening—and guided Sophia onto him. She took him deeper than Elena had—gagged harder, tears streaking mascara, but never broke eye contact. Tongue swirled around the head, then took him to the root.

"Better than Brian?" he asked.

"Fuck—yes—he’s pathetic—thin—comes in ninety seconds—I gag on him for show—you make me choke for real—"

He face-fucked her—steady, controlled thrusts. Drool coated her breasts. She moaned louder, hands cupping his balls, massaging gently.

Victoria joined—emerald slip peeled off, naked except garters. She knelt on his other side. David pulled out of Sophia—wet pop—and fed Victoria his cock. She sucked slow and worshipful—tongue tracing veins, lips sealed tight. Took him deep without gagging at first, then let herself choke deliberately—tears welling.

"Better than Caleb?"

"So much—thicker—longer—he never lasts long enough to even try deep—you make me feel used—owned—"

He rotated—each woman taking turns on her knees. Nadia in red lace—sloppy, eager, gagging beautifully. Priya in gray silk—slow, reverent, moaning how Raj never filled her mouth. Rebecca in black—competitive, trying to take him deeper than the others, tears streaming. Lauren—newest—navy slip discarded, still learning his rhythm, gagging hard but pushing further each time.

He let them work in tandem—two mouths at once, one on the shaft, one on the balls, tongues meeting around him. Spit everywhere—dripping down chins, coating breasts, pooling on the rug. Moans filled the room—wet, filthy sounds of sucking, gagging, praising him over their husbands.

"Mark could never—"

"Brian’s nothing—"

"Caleb doesn’t know how—"

"Derek’s pathetic—"

"Ethan’s small—"

"Raj never—"

"Paul’s boring—"

He pulled out—cock throbbing, slick with seven mouths. "Bedroom. Now."

They moved as one—crawling, walking, heels clicking—to the king bed. Sheets already stripped to bare mattress for easy cleanup. He lay in the center—cock standing straight up.

Elena straddled him first—sank down slow, inch by inch. Gasped when fully seated—pussy stretched tight around him.

"Fuck—yes—so full—"

She rode—slow grinds at first, then bouncing hard. Tits bouncing in the lace bra. He ripped it off—sucked her nipples while she rode. She came fast—squirting across his stomach, screaming his name.

Sophia next—doggy over him. He entered from below—deep thrusts up into her while she braced on hands and knees. Spanked her ass red. She came hard—squirting down his shaft. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Victoria—riding reverse cowgirl. Ass bouncing, pussy gripping him. He reached around—rubbed her clit. She shattered—squirting, moaning Caleb’s inadequacy.

Nadia—missionary. Legs over shoulders. Deep, eye-locked pounding. Came squirting—begging to be bred.

Priya—prone-bone. Face down, ass up. Slow, deep strokes. Came whispering love for his ownership.

Rebecca—against the headboard. Standing doggy. Pounded hard. Came screaming about Paul’s golf trips.

Lauren—lifted, legs wrapped around his waist. Fucked standing—deep, relentless. Came hard—squirting down his thighs.

He rotated them again—each woman taking multiple turns in every position: riding, doggy, missionary, prone, lifted, against walls, on the floor, on the balcony chaise (outdoor risk), shower (steam and tile), kitchen island (bent over granite).

Orgasms chained—one woman coming while another rode his face, another sucked his balls, another whispered filth in his ear.

"Take him deeper than your husband ever could."

"He owns every inch of us."

"Beg for his cum—beg to be bred—beg to carry his child while your husband sleeps alone."

He filled them repeatedly—thick ropes flooding pussy after pussy. Pulled out each time to watch cum drip, then entered the next. They licked what leaked from each other’s thighs—not touching each other, only tasting him through the chain.

Final hour: all seven kneeling in a tight semi-circle on the rug. He stood above them—stroked fast. Thick ropes erupted—across tongues, faces, breasts, stomachs. They moaned—licked what landed on their lips—eyes locked on him the whole time. Some rubbed it into skin like lotion. Others let it drip down their bodies—marked.

Collapsed across mattress and rug—sweaty, sticky, spent. Bodies tangled but all oriented toward him—heads on his chest, thighs over his, hands resting on his stomach or thighs.

Elena spoke first—voice hoarse from screaming.

"We’re not just fucked. We’re remade."

Sophia—breathless: "Every deal, every referral, every divorce filing—it’s all for this."

Victoria: "Caleb’s round closes in eleven days. Your name’s in the deck. We’re taking his money next."

Lauren: "Derek’s fund is ours. $44.2M position—your trust holds the slice."

Nadia, Priya, Rebecca—murmuring agreement, hands linked with the others.

David kissed each forehead in turn.

"Tomorrow we plan the next wave. Michelle’s follow-up. Tara Nguyen. Elise Moreau. Caroline Voss. The fund wives. We don’t stop."

They slept tangled—seven bodies, one center.

Codex flared in the dark:

[Harem Synergy Peak: 1.72×. All Seven at 100%.]

[Cash Deposit: $250,000 – "Full Harem Night + Empire Momentum Jackpot."]

[Liquid Net Worth: $1,257,342]

[New Passive: "Breeding Claim (Lv.1)" – Full-claim wives gain permanent +20% fertility desire when near you. Passive pregnancy risk elevated (optional control).]

[Mission Chain Update: Hedge-Fund Takeover – 82%. HOA Expansion – 68%. Funding Round Leverage – 62%.]

[Risk Flag: Mark Harper – Lawyer filed motion to freeze joint accounts. Suspicion +48%. Caleb Lang – hired private investigator (logged via Victoria’s phone).]

The empire had seven queens.

And the night had only just begun.