A Weird Revenge NTR System (Beta)-Chapter 18 - 17

Night gripped Kaito Nakamura's dorm in a suffocating hold, shadows thick and unbroken across the small, wrecked space.

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The faint red glare of the clock—9:45 PM—cast stark digits over the chaos, illuminating shattered lamp fragments glinting on the scratched wooden floor.

Empty soda cans sprawled across the cluttered desk, dried blood smears streaked the tiles—marks of nights lost to restless fury.

He slouched on his bed, sheets sour with old sweat, twisted into knots around his legs, his thin frame taut beneath a damp, threadbare tee.

His denim jacket lay crumpled beside him, cracked glasses perched crooked on his nose, fogging faintly in the stale air.

His phone rested in his grip—RNTR 0.1 (Beta) pulsed silent, a dark heartbeat against his palm, Mika Sato's enslavement a fresh, jagged scar in his mind.

Her climax from the video call—"Ah... Ah..."—sharp, wet, and wild, echoed in his skull, a strange buzz he couldn't shake.

Nerves churned raw—did I cross a line?—while curiosity clawed deep—is this real enough to break him?

His thoughts flicked to Aiko's betrayal—Riku's cock plunging into her, cum streaking her thighs—a spark he'd twist into a torch to burn them both.

He tapped the screen, hand trembling slightly, dialed her number—Mika—his voice rasping low—"Mika, come here now."

The command hung tight, unsteady, nerves coiling like a spring as he waited, breath shallow in the dim room.

Silence stretched, thick and heavy—then a knock, soft and hesitant, broke the quiet, his door creaking open slow.

Mika stood framed in the dim hall light, blonde hair mussed, strands clinging to her flushed cheeks, eyes glassy with a blank, eerie stare.

She wore a loose gray sweater, sleeves too long over her small hands, a short plaid skirt hugging her hips—her petite frame quivered faintly.

"Yes... Kaito..."—her voice droned, flat and obedient, a puppet tethered to his will, the app's grip absolute.

His stomach flipped, nerves surging wild, curiosity spiking—she's here, damn—and he stood, legs shaky beneath him.

"Mika, take it all off," he said, voice cracking, forced—a test of the app's power, a step deeper into his fantasy.

She obeyed, hands lifting slow, deliberate—the sweater peeled over her head, blonde hair spilling free, tousled and wild.

It skimmed her bare shoulders as the fabric dropped, a soft rustle against the floor, her skirt unzipped next.

The plaid fell fast, pooling at her feet—bra unhooked, straps sliding off—small tits bared, pink nipples stiff and puckered tight.

Panties slipped down her thighs—shaved cunt gleamed, a faint wet sheen catching the lamplight, her clothes a discarded pile.

His breath caught, nerves roaring—Riku's sister, naked—and he grabbed his camera, cheap and shaky in his grip.

He angled it to hide his face, pressed record—"Mika, show me"—voice trembling, dark, a command laced with intent.

She stepped close, spread her pussy wide—pink folds parted, slick dripping slow onto her thighs—"Yes... Kaito..."

Her voice whined, slutty, needy—she climbed atop him, straddled his lap, her horny face twisted with raw desire.

Moans broke free—"Ah... Ah..."—sharp and desperate as his cock throbbed, hard and urgent, sliding into her.

She was tight, wet, her heat swallowing him whole—the camera caught her, blonde hair bouncing wild, tits jiggling soft.

"Ah... Ah..."—louder, raw, her voice a chant of submission as Kaito's hand shook, curiosity surging—she's mine, fuck him.

He gripped her hips, nails biting into her pale skin, thrust up—hard, uneven—sweat beading on his brow.

Nerves buzzed—is this real?—her cunt gripped him, walls pulsing tight, slick coating his shaft as he drove deeper.

Her moans sliced the air—"Ah... Ah..."—face flushed deep, eyes rolling back, lust burning hot in her glassy stare.

The camera stayed steady, framed her alone—Riku's sister, my slut—a dark thrill pulsed, he'll see every inch.

She rode him, hips bucking wild, pussy stretching wide—"Ah... Ah..."—her voice breaking, small tits bouncing with each move.

Her nipples grazed his chest, her clit rubbing his pelvis—wet smeared thick between them, a slick, messy heat.

Kaito's breath rasped, nerves flaring—she's tight—thrusting deeper, cock hitting her core, her moans spiking—"Ah...!"

Shrill and wild, her cunt clenched hard, juices dripping, coating his thighs as her ass jiggled—soft flesh quaking.

The camera caught it—her face twisted, slutty and lost, eyes glazed, lips parted, spit drooling faint—"Ah... Ah..."

Her pussy pulsed, wet folds gaping as she slid slick against him—his hands roamed, grabbed her tits, squeezed hard.

Nipples pinched between his fingers—pink turning red—"Ah...!"—she gasped, sharp, her cunt squeezing, milking him tight.

Kaito's nerves buzzed—she's too good—thrusting harder, balls slapping her ass, skin clapping loud in the small room.

Sweat dripped, hers mixing with his, her blonde hair clinging, matted to her neck as moans rose—"Ah... Ah..."

A slutty chant filled the air, her thighs shaking, spreading wider—pussy gaping, wet glistening under the faint light.

The camera zoomed, caught her clit—swollen, red—her fingers slipping down, rubbing fast—"Ah...!"—voice cracking.

Her cunt pulsed, juices splashed as he came—sharp, silent—kept it off-screen, hot spurts filling her deep.

Her moans peaked—"Ah...!"—then softened—"Yes... Kaito..."—as she slumped, dazed and spent, body trembling.

He stopped the camera, nerves flaring—it's done, now wait—breath heaving, a dark satisfaction settling in.

He sat, watching her—blonde hair stuck to her face, eyes blank, pussy dripping—his cum leaking slow, staining her thighs.

Riku's sister, fucked—nerves buzzed, a question lingering—is this enough?—his mind already turning to the next move.

The next day dawned, Kaito moving through classes like a ghost—mind drifting, nerves buzzing, waiting for the moment.

Lunch came—Aiko left, her vanilla scent clinging to the air, her laugh fading as she headed off with a wave.

His phone sat ready, RNTR flaring—confirmed Riku and Aiko near the gym, their usual spot, a shadowed corner.

He tapped, swift and decisive—sent Mika's video—"Now"—watching from his screen, heart thudding in his chest.

Riku opened the message, played it—face drained as the phone blared Mika's moans—"Ah... Ah..."—sharp and wild.

His boner vanished, eyes widening—"What the fuck?!"—voice cracking, expression twisting into something priceless, pale.

Horror sank into him, deep and visceral—Kaito grinned, eerie and nervous—it worked—satisfaction surging through.

Aiko turned, confused—"Riku? What's—" but he was already stumbling back, phone slipping from his grip.

Mika's moans looped—"Ah... Ah..."—a relentless echo as he bolted, leaving Aiko alone, skirt still hiked from their interrupted moment.

Kaito leaned back, cafeteria noise fading around him, his grin holding—shaky, dark—he's breaking, good.

The app's red glow pulsed in his hand, a silent promise of more, nerves and curiosity blending into a twisted resolve.