A Weird Revenge NTR System (Beta)-Chapter 14 - 13

The coffee shop's warmth faded as Kaito stepped outside, the late February chill biting his bare arms beneath his thin tee, the drizzle a faint mist fogging his cracked glasses.

Aiko's arm looped through his, her touch a tether he couldn't shake, her petite frame swathed in his hoodie—crusted with last night's blood and tears—its gray fabric drowning her curves.

Her damp sweater dangled from her hands, dark hair spilling over the hood's edge, the keychain bell jingling with each step, a sound that clawed at his fraying nerves.

The RNTR app's buzz lingered—a dark pulse in his pocket—Stage 1 complete, 20 love points earned, Stage 2 unlocked: Riku's sister or mother, his to seduce, enslave, punish that smirking jock who'd fucked Aiko raw in the washroom sink.

She tugged his arm—playful, too close—her vanilla scent clogging his nose, thick and sweet, her voice cutting through the gray drizzle like a blade of false light.

"Hey, babe, let's go to your room—chill, watch something dumb," she teased, eyes glinting with that cute, deceptive sparkle, her damp sweater grazing his wrist.

Her warmth pressed against him, a lie he'd milked for points, and his gut twisted—hate surging, nausea rising—her there, fucked Riku, now my bed?

He couldn't snap, couldn't shove her away—not yet—not with the app's leash choking him: break up, it's gone.

"Nah," he rasped, voice rough and forced, rubbing his neck as his glasses slipped, a tight smile faked across his lips.

"Got... a mess to clean—trashed my desk last night, papers everywhere. Tomorrow, maybe," he lied, shrugging awkwardly, his bloody fist buried in his pocket.

She frowned—cute, pouty—"Aw, really?"—then sighed, dramatic and playful—"Fine, you nerd, but you owe me cuddles."

She leaned in, her lips brushing his cheek—soft, wet, cocoa lingering on her breath—and he flinched, bile rising, wiping it with his sleeve as she turned.

"Text me!" she called, skipping off, his hoodie swallowing her frame, her dorm fading into the misty blur as he stood—rooted, trembling—rage simmering beneath his skin.

The app's dark game pulsed, a weight dragging him back, its promise of ruin a siren call he couldn't ignore.

He trudged to his dorm, sneakers squelching on wet pavement, the campus a desolate stretch of gray, the hall buzzing with harsh fluorescent light.

His door banged shut behind him, a hollow thud echoing in the wrecked room—shattered lamp shards glinting, cans strewn across the floor, blood crusts staining the tiles.

Last night's collapse lingered, a ghost haunting the space, and he sank onto his bed—sheets sour and tangled—his thin frame shaking, glasses fogging as he pulled his phone.

The cracked screen flickered, RNTR 0.1 (Beta) glowing red, unremovable, a dark lure he couldn't resist, its pull sinking into his bones.

He tapped it—slow, deliberate—the screen flaring red and black, Stage 2 glaring back: [Select Secondary Target for Retribution].

Two names pulsed—Mika Sato, Riku's sister, 18, petite, blonde-streaked bob in a shy school pic; Yumi Sato, Riku's mother, 40, curvy, dark curls in a stern family shot.

His jaw clenched, rage flaring—Riku's blood, his ruin—and he lingered, finger hovering, Mika's soft face a taunt, Yumi's sharp gaze a challenge.

Mika, he thought—younger, easier, Riku's little princess—hate sharpening, a dark thrill licking up his spine as he pressed her name, the screen flashing green.

[Target Selected: Mika Sato]

[Stage 2 Initiated: Favorable Points Unlocked]

A green checkmark flared beside her pic—bright, eerie—text scrolling fast across the cracked glass.

[Objective: Gain Control Over Secondary Target]

[Favorable Points Current: 0/50]

[Tasks Assigned to Complete Stage 2]

He stared, breath shallow, confusion swirling with a cold resolve—favorable points, control her—the app's game a twisted ladder he'd climb to break Riku.

Three steps blinked onto the screen, red and stark, each a command he couldn't refuse.

[Step 1: Meet Mika Sato at Blue Bean Coffee Shop, 4:00 PM Today. Context: She Will Be Stood Up by Her Boyfriend. Action: Provide Company and Comfort.]

[Step 2: TBD]

[Step 3: TBD]

His chest tightened—today, now?—the clock glaring 3:12 PM, less than an hour ticking down, his pulse racing as the task sank in.

Simple, he thought—meet her, talk, turn her—a dark path unfurling, the app's promise whispering in his skull—listen to me, obey me, fuck her for him.

He stood, legs shaky, grabbing a spare jacket—worn denim, less rank than the hoodie—shoving his bloody hands into pockets, glasses fogging as he bolted out.

The door slammed behind him, the hall's buzz fading as he ran, campus a wet streak blurring past, his breath ragged in the drizzle.

The Blue Bean Coffee Shop loomed—a quaint nook near the university edge—its neon sign flickering blue, windows fogged with steam, the rain a soft patter on his hood.

He pushed in, the bell chiming overhead, warmth hitting him like a wave, the air thick with coffee and the sugary tang of pastries, tables half-full with students and loners.

His eyes scanned—Mika sat there, head down at a corner booth, blonde streaks glinting under dim lights, her petite frame hunched, irritation creasing her soft face.

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She tapped her phone—fast, annoyed—pink nails clicking, her skirt short, thighs bare and smooth, a latte untouched before her, steam curling thin into the air.

He froze, heart thudding—Riku's sister, right there—rage flaring, memories of Riku's grin, Aiko's moans, her cunt dripping under that sink fueling his steps.

He shuffled over—awkward, stiff—glasses slipping, jacket dripping, and cleared his throat—"Uh, Mika?"—voice rough, hesitant, barely audible over the hum.

She looked up, wide eyes narrowing—"Yeah? Who're you?"—her tone sharp, irritated, lips pursed in a pout that echoed Riku's smug edge.

"Kaito—uh, friend of... a friend," he mumbled, the lie smooth and forced, sliding into the booth opposite her, his bloody hand hidden, his thin frame tense.

"Saw you sitting—look pissed. Everything okay?" he asked, leaning in, fake concern masking the hate simmering beneath his skin.

She huffed, tossing her phone down, blonde bangs flopping—"Boyfriend's a jerk"—her voice high and bitter, arms crossing, pushing her chest out, sweater tight against her curves.

"Supposed to meet at 3:30—stood me up, no text, nothing," she snapped, her pout deepening, irritation rolling off her like heat he could almost taste.

His gut twisted—Riku's blood, his weakness—and he nodded, slow and steady—"That sucks—guy's an idiot"—voice soft, calculated, the app's task a dark hum in his mind.

"Yeah, total asshole," she muttered, slumping, sipping her latte, her lips wrapping the mug, a faint cream smear left behind, teasingly erotic despite his hate.

"Waited like a dumbass—thanks for the company, I guess," she said, eyeing him—curious, less sharp—"You're... weirdly nice."

He forced a smile—small, tight—"Just hate seeing people ditched"—irony biting, Aiko's sink scene flashing—her cunt stretched, Riku's cock deep, cum dripping—rage fueling his calm.

They talked—slow, stilted—her venting, him nodding—"He's always late, such a flake"—her voice softening, irritation easing as he murmured—"You deserve better."

His bloody hand clenched in his pocket, hate simmering under the lie, her laugh—soft, surprised—"You're kinda cool—Kaito, right?"—cutting through his haze.

His phone buzzed—sharp, discreet—screen flaring in his lap, red text searing into his vision.

[Step 1 Completed: Provided Company to Mika Sato]

[Favorable Points Earned: 10]

[Current Total: 10/50]

A smile flickered—unconscious, dark—curling his lips, the app's chime a twisted rush slicing through his hate—ten points, she's softening, it was easy.

He nodded—mute, steady—watching her sip again, her pout fading, blonde streaks brushing her cheek, her guard slipping, oblivious to his aim.

Listen to me, obey me, break you for him, he thought, the app's promise sinking deeper, his rage a smoldering fire feeding the game.

Her thighs shifted under the table, bare skin brushing the edge, and he swallowed, hate and a flicker of unwanted heat warring in his chest as the booth seemed to shrink around them.