A Weird Revenge NTR System (Beta)-Chapter 15 - 14

The Blue Bean Coffee Shop hummed with life, a cozy hum of murmured conversations weaving through the warm air.

Clinking mugs and the hiss of the espresso machine threaded a rhythmic pulse, the scent of roasted beans thick and heady.

Kaito Nakamura sat stiffly across from Mika Sato in the corner booth, his cracked glasses fogging faintly from the steam curling off her latte.

His denim jacket clung damp to his shoulders, the drizzle outside still seeping into the fabric, a chill prickling his skin.

The faint glow of the neon sign—blue and buzzing—cast a soft sheen on Mika's blonde-streaked bob, her petite frame slouched in irritation.

Her pink nails tapped an impatient rhythm on the scratched wooden table, the sound sharp against the shop's buzz.

Her sweater hugged her small chest, the fabric stretched tight, hinting at the curve beneath, her skirt riding up her bare thighs.

Her latte sat barely touched, cream melting into a thin swirl, a faint sheen on the surface catching the dim light.

Kaito's bloody fist stayed jammed in his pocket, the RNTR 0.1 (Beta) app a dark weight against his thigh—10 favorable points earned from Step 1.

He'd comforted Riku's little sister after her boyfriend ditched her, a pawn in his revenge against that smug bastard who'd fucked Aiko raw in the washroom sink.

Mika sighed—sharp, annoyed—"He's such a jerk, always pulling this crap"—her voice high and bitter, cutting through the air.

She tossed her phone down with a clatter, the screen dark with no new texts, her frustration palpable.

Kaito tilted his head—"Yeah, sounds like a total asshole"—his tone low, forced, masking the rage simmering beneath his skin.

His mind flashed to Aiko's betrayal—Riku's cock plunging into her dripping cunt, her ass bouncing red, cum streaking her thighs, moans muffled by her hand.

The vision fueled his dark resolve, a fire licking at his insides, urging him forward in this twisted game.

"You shouldn't have to sit here alone," he added, eyes flicking to her latte—"He doesn't deserve it."

She glanced up—wide eyes softening—"Thanks, Kaito—you're nicer than I expected"—her tone warming slightly.

His phone buzzed—sharp, insistent—the screen flaring red in his lap, a jolt snapping through him.

[Step 1 Completed: Provided Company to Mika Sato]

[Favorable Points Earned: 10]

[Current Total: 10/50]

[Step 2 Unlocked: Physical Contact Required]

[Task: Touch Mika Sato's Breasts]

Kaito's breath hitched—short, ragged—his eyes widening behind smudged lenses as the app's red text pulsed, blunt and unapologetic.

A sick twist knotted his gut—touch her tits?—shock surging through him, his free hand clenching the table's edge, splinters biting his palm.

[Opportunity Pointers:]

[1: Offer to Wipe a Spill—She Will Lean Forward, 4:30 PM Today]

[2: Adjust Her Sweater—She Will Shift Closer, 4:45 PM Today]

His heart slammed—now?—the clock above the counter ticking 4:28 PM, seconds slipping fast, his pulse racing.

Surprise clashed with disgust—Riku's sister, her chest, for him?—but rage roared louder—he fucked Aiko, he deserves this, she's his ruin.

A dark intent flickered, the app's twisted game a leash he couldn't break, pulling him deeper into its abyss.

Mika sipped her latte—"You're easy to vent to"—her tone warming further, her guard dropping as she relaxed.

Her sweater stretched slightly, her posture loosening, the first chance creeping closer, a shadow on the horizon.

He forced a smile—thin, strained—"Good to hear"—watching her, his mind calculating, his body tense.

A barista shuffled by—tray wobbling—and a splash hit—coffee droplets splattering Mika's sleeve, a stray bead rolling down her arm toward her chest.

She yelped—"Oh, damn it!"—lurching forward, sweater pulling tight across her small breasts, the damp fabric clinging.

It outlined her curves, the faint hint of her nipples pressing through, a sight that sent a dark shiver through him despite his hate.

Kaito lunged—reflex snapping—grabbing a stack of napkins—"Hold on, I'll help"—his voice rough, rushed.

His hand darted out, aiming high, fingers grazing her sleeve but missing her chest as she twisted—"No, I've got it!"

Her laugh was sharp, pulling away, the bead rolling harmlessly off, leaving him empty-handed.

His stomach sank—shit—fist clenching, bloody knuckles stinging under the table, the app silent, his failure a quiet taunt.

She settled back—"Thanks anyway, clumsy me"—smiling, softer now, brushing her sleeve with a napkin.

He nodded—"Yeah, no worries"—rage simmering, the clock ticking to 4:43 PM—next shot, soon, his chance slipping back into view.

He shifted—chair creaking—leaning closer, eyes flicking to her shoulder—"Your sweater's off"—voice low, deliberate.

He pointed at the bunched fabric, skewed from her squirm, a subtle excuse forming in his mind.

She glanced down—"Oh, huh"—and shifted—leaning in, chest forward, sweater stretching taut across her tits.

Nipples faint shadows beneath, the sight stirred a conflicted heat, his hand moving—slow, calculated—"Let me."

His fingers brushed her shoulder, sliding down, grazing her breast—soft, warm, a firm press against her sweater before pulling back.

His heart pounded, a dark thrill slicing through his hate, the contact brief but electric.

She blinked—"Oh, thanks"—no flinch, just a faint smile, adjusting herself, oblivious to the intent behind his touch.

His phone buzzed—sharp, triumphant—the screen flaring red in his lap, a rush surging through him.

[Step 2 Completed: Physical Contact Achieved]

[Favorable Points Earned: 20]

[Current Total: 30/50]

[Step 3 Unlocked: Establish Connection]

[Task: Obtain Mika Sato's Phone Number and Call Her Tonight]

[Action: Speak the Command Phrase: "You're Mine to Command, Sweet Shadow"]

Kaito's chest heaved—breath uneven—rage surging with a twisted rush—thirty points, she's cracking.

The app's red text sang a dark hymn, command her, break her, a pulse he couldn't resist.

Mika sipped again—"You got quiet—everything okay?"—her tone teasing, blonde bangs brushing her cheek.

He forced a grin—"Yeah, just... zoned out"—eyes glinting, the phrase echoing—sweet shadow, mine.

"Hey," he rasped—casual, forced—"Can I get your number? You know, if that guy flakes again—could hang out."

She tilted her head—eyes narrowing—"Bold move, huh?"—then laughed—soft, light—"Sure, why not?"

She grabbed her phone, tapping quick, sliding it over—"Add yours too"—her number glowing: Mika Sato, 010-xxx-xxxx.

He took it—fingers trembling—typing his digits, a dark key in his grasp, rage pulsing as he slid it back.

"Nice," she said—smiling, relaxed—"Text me sometime."

He nodded—"Yeah, maybe tonight"—voice low, shadowed, her latte empty now, the shop's buzz dimming.

She stood—"Gotta bounce—thanks for the save, Kaito"—waving, skirt swishing, blonde hair swaying as she slipped out.

The bell chimed, leaving him alone, the app's weight a cold anchor sinking into his bones.

Night cloaked his dorm—rain pattering the streaked window, clock blinking 9:23 PM—his room a wreck of cans and blood smears.

Shattered glass from last night's fury glinted in the dim light, a testament to his unraveling.

Kaito sank onto his bed—sheets sour, tangled—phone clutched tight, cracked screen flickering as he tapped her number—Mika.

Rage simmered, resolve hardening, the call ringing—once, twice—then her voice—"Hey, Kaito? That you?"—soft, curious.

"Yeah," he rasped—voice rough, steady—"Just checking in—how you holding up after today?"

She chuckled—"Better, thanks—you're sweet"—her words a spark to his hate, sweet for Riku's ruin.

His gut churned—hate flaring—and he leaned in—breath tight—"Good... Mika, listen..."—pausing, voice dropping.

Dark and deliberate—"You're mine to command, sweet shadow"—the words spilled, eerie, binding, heavy with a power he didn't grasp.

Silence—then her breath—slow, soft—"Huh? What... did you say?"—voice faint, dazed—"I feel... strange..."

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A hitch, a shift, and his phone buzzed—screen flaring red, victorious, a rush crashing through him.

[Step 3 Completed: Connection Established]

[Favorable Points Earned: 20]

[Current Total: 50/50]

[Stage 2 Completed: Enslavement Initiated]

[Enslavement Done: Mika Sato]

A green checkmark blazed—bright, final—beside her name, his chest heaving—rage, thrill, a dark surge overwhelming him.

Done, she's mine—the app's game a twisted victory he'd seized, his breath ragged with triumph.

"Mika?" he rasped—testing—"Still there?" Her voice—soft, docile—"Yes... Kaito..."—a drone, hers now.

He grinned—dark, unhinged—rage roaring, resolve solid—Riku's sister, his, for him?

The rain drummed harder, a fitting chorus to the chaos he'd unleashed, the app's weight a promise of more to come.