A Weird Revenge NTR System (Beta)-Chapter 17 - 16

The morning sun struggled through a thick gray shroud over Gohoku University, a faint smear of light spilling across the damp campus paths.

Kaito Nakamura trudged toward the lecture hall, sneakers scraping wet concrete, his thin frame slouched beneath a frayed denim jacket.

Cracked glasses sat crooked on his nose, black hair clung greasy and tangled to his forehead—unwashed, a mess from a restless night.

His phone weighed heavy in his pocket—RNTR 0.1 (Beta) pulsed silent, a dark thread stitching his thoughts.

Mika Sato's enslavement lingered fresh in his mind, her climax—"Ah... Ah..."—sharp and raw from last night's video call.

A strange spark he couldn't douse flickered within him, nerves twisting, curiosity gnawing at his edges.

Aiko waited near the entrance—pink sweater hugged her curves, dark hair fell loose, keychain bell jangled as she waved—"Babe!"

Kaito forced a smile—tight, unsteady—his gut churning as he approached, did it work? Is it real?

"Hey," he croaked—voice cracked, raw—stepping close, her vanilla scent hitting him like a soft, teasing blade.

Her arms slid around his neck in a quick hug, her laugh bright—"You look wrecked—up late again?"

Her lips brushed his cheek, soft and warm, a peck that twisted his stomach—nerves flared, curiosity scratched.

She fucked Riku yesterday, and I... Mika... he thought, a dark thread weaving through his mind.

He grinned—awkward, forced—"Yeah, rough night"—his hand brushed hers, her fingers warm, teasing his palm.

"Missed you, though," he added, voice low, testing the mask he wore with her.

She beamed—cute, bright—"Aw, you're sweet"—and pulled him inside—"Don't be late, nerd!"

Their usual play unfolded, a fragile facade he gripped, nerves trembling beneath the surface.

Classes stretched—a blur of dull voices droning through the lecture hall, scratched notes piling on his desk.

Kaito slumped in the back row, glasses fogged from shallow breaths, his mind swirling with jagged, unshaped thoughts.

Mika's video haunted him—her cunt pulsed wet, fingers dripped, moans cut sharp—"Ah... Ah..."—raw and vivid.

Then Aiko's sink flashed—Riku's cock slammed her, cum streaked her thighs, her gasps echoing in betrayal.

A mess he couldn't sort tangled in his skull—is this right? Mika... for him?—doubt clashing with desire.

His pencil snapped—tip broke with a faint crack—damn—he grabbed another, hand shaking slightly.

Curiosity clawed—the app—real or fake?—nerves whispering—am I messed up?—his pulse unsteady.

The professor droned—"Data arrays..."—Kaito glanced at Aiko—her head tilted, doodling stars, cute and fake.

His stomach knotted—she's still his—the realization bitter, a shard twisting deeper in his chest.

Lunch arrived—the cafeteria thrummed with noise, trays clashing, the air thick with soy sauce and fried rice.

Kaito sat across Aiko—her tray held sushi, his a plain rice bowl—her laugh slicing through the din.

"That prof's tie—total clown show!" she said, eyes sparkling, her foot nudging his under the table.

He forced a chuckle—"Yeah, a disaster"—keeping unease locked down, curiosity simmering beneath.

She's too calm, after... he thought, her ease a stark contrast to the storm in his head.

She leaned close—"You're off today—what's wrong?"—her hand brushed his, vanilla scent coiling tight.

He grinned—shaky, forced—"Just tired"—voice soft, dodging her gaze—"You're cute when you ramble."

She flushed—"Shut up!"—laughed, popping a sushi roll in her mouth, lips pursed, glossy—too perfect.

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His gut churned—she sucked him yesterday—the image searing, a dark heat mingling with his unease.

They talked—light, flirty—she teased—"Caught you staring, weirdo"—her voice playful, eyes glinting.

He quipped—"Hard not to"—his tone dry, masking the tremor in his chest as she leaned in.

A peck landed on his cheek—soft, warm—"For luck"—her scent lingered, vanilla thick in his nose.

She stood—"Class calls—see you!"—her hand grazed his knuckles, leaving him with his rice.

Her laugh faded down the hall, the cafeteria's bustle softening as students trickled out.

He stayed—alone now—scrolled his phone, hand shaking as he tapped Mika's video.

Her blonde hair thrashed, cunt gushed—"Ah... Ah..."—wild and raw, nerves spiking as it played.

RNTR flared—red, stark—a play button glowed, a dark lure he couldn't resist.

He pressed—screen shifted—breath caught—Aiko appeared, a hidden angle near the gym, a shadowed corner.

She knelt before Riku, lips locked tight around his thick cock—red, veined—sucking slow, deep.

Her tongue swirled the tip—wet, sloppy—spit drooling down her chin, smearing her pink sweater.

Eyes half-closed, lust burned in her gaze—a low "Mmm..." hummed from her throat, head bobbing.

Cheeks sank as she gagged soft—"Mmph..."—his cock hitting her throat, stretching her lips wide.

"Fuck, Aiko..." Riku groaned, her hands gripping his base—pumping fast—slurping loud—"Slrp... glk..."

Precum coated her lips, her face twisted—horny, shameless—Kaito's hand shook—my slut, again.

She pulled off—gasped—spit dripped—stood, bent over a wall, skirt yanked up, panties falling.

She spread her pussy—pink, soaked—"Fuck me, Riku..."—voice whining, needy, ass jiggling as she arched.

Kaito's pulse raced—damn her—rage and a dark thrill crashing together, his breath ragged.

He tapped—swift, shaky—fake account set up in class—"Send..."—Mika's video queued—"Ah... Ah..."

Moans cut sharp as he fired it to Riku's number, grin trembling—nervous, curious—hit him, test it.

Riku's phone buzzed—cock nudged Aiko's wet cunt—"Here we go..."—he checked, screen flaring.

Mika's moans blasted—"Ah... Ah..."—his boner shrank, face paling—"What the hell?!"

He bolted—horrified—left Aiko bare, confused—"Riku? What's wrong?"—voice cracked, pussy glistening.

Her thighs slick with arousal, Mika's moans echoed—"Ah... Ah..."—Riku stumbled off, phone dropping.

Kaito's grin widened—eerie, nervous—it's real—satisfaction flickering through his trembling frame.

The video ran—Aiko stood—skirt fell, shirt buttoned—upset—"Jerk..."—muttered under her breath.

Her blowjob wasted, no release—Kaito watched, hand steadying—nerves buzzed—she sucked him, he ran.

Curiosity surged—Mika broke him, damn—a dark glee bubbling up, his pulse still racing.

He leaned back—cafeteria quiet now—satisfaction flickered—he's rattled, good—nerves lingered.

The app's real? he wondered, eagerness rising—how far can this go?—his mind spinning with possibilities.

His grin held—shaky, dark—let's find out—the thrill of it sinking deep, a twisted game unfolding.

The rice sat untouched, cold now, as he scrolled RNTR again, the red glow a beacon in his hand.