A Weird Revenge NTR System (Beta)-Chapter 16 - 15

Darkness cloaked Kaito Nakamura's dorm, the faint hum of the clock a soft pulse cutting through the silence.

The wrecked room lay in disarray—shattered lamp fragments glinting in the dim red glow at 9:28 PM.

Empty cans littered the floor, faint blood smears crusting the tiles, remnants of past breakdowns staining the space.

He slumped on his bed—sheets wrinkled, sour with sweat—his skinny frame hunched in a thin, damp tee.

His denim jacket lay tossed aside, cracked glasses perched crooked on his nose, fogging faintly in the stale air.

His phone rested in his hand—cracked screen flickering—RNTR 0.1 (Beta) pulsing like a living thing.

Mika Sato's enslavement checkmark glowed fresh and unsettling after his call—Riku's sister, his now.

A tool he'd stumbled into against that jock who'd screwed Aiko over a sink, her moans still haunting him.

Mika's voice—soft, dazed—"Yes... Kaito..."—lingered from the call, her shift after his whispered command a jolt.

"You're mine to command, sweet shadow," he'd said, the words sparking a weird buzz he couldn't place.

Curiosity tingled, nerves buzzing as he'd rasped—"Uh, good night, Mika—sleep well"—voice shaky, awkward.

He'd cut the call, her faint "Good night..." trailing off, leaving him staring—phone trembling in his grip.

What the hell now? he thought, nervousness fluttering, curiosity gnawing at his frayed edges.

The app's silence was a puzzle, his fingers twitching, bloody knuckles aching faintly from last night's rage.

His thumb hovered—clammy, unsteady—then tapped a question mark button—small, red, in the corner.

The screen flared, crimson text scrolling sharp and stark, rules unfolding like a dark promise.

[Enslavement Rules]

[Final Stage Complete: Target (Mika Sato) Fully Enslaved]

[Command Protocol: One Command Per 24 Hours]

[Instructions: Begin Command with Code Phrase "Sweet Shadow" to Activate Target's Obedience]

[Release Option: Repeat "Sweet Shadow" to End Command Early; Automatic Release After 12 Hours if Unspecified]

Kaito's breath caught—short, uneven—eyes widening behind fogged lenses, a nervous twist coiling his gut.

One command a day? he thought, the rules sinking in, strange and heavy, a leash he could pull.

Sweet shadow—her trigger, his key—activate her once, command her daily, free her anytime or let it lapse.

His chest fluttered—is this... real? Control her?—curiosity surging, nerves jangling like live wires.

A prank, a glitch, or something fucked up?—he didn't fully get it, Beta weirdness clouding his mind.

But a spark flared—try it, see if it's bullshit—nervousness mixing with a curious itch.

He tapped her number again, hand trembling, the call ringing—once, twice—his pulse quickening.

Her voice answered—"Kaito? You again?"—soft, sleepy, a faint yawn curling through, warm and unguarded.

He swallowed—throat dry—"Yeah, uh, couldn't sleep—thought I'd chat"—voice low, shaky, masking the buzz.

She chuckled—"You're odd—sure, what's on your mind?"—her tone light, casual, inviting him in.

He licked his lips—nerves tight—"Just... wondering how you're doing..."—pausing, pulse racing.

"Sweet shadow..." he slipped it in—soft, tentative, testing the waters, his breath hitching.

Her breath shifted—slow, soft—"Huh... what?"—voice changing—"I'm... yours to command..."

A drone, dazed, submissive, the code flipping her like a switch, her will bending to his words.

His stomach flipped—nerves surging, curiosity spiking—holy crap, it worked?—his mind reeling.

He rasped—"Mika, you okay?"—probing, unsure, his voice trembling with the weight of it.

"Yes... Kaito..."—her reply soft, pliant, a puppet on his line, her submission a tangible thing.

A grin flickered—unconscious, eerie—nerves buzzing, curiosity roaring—real, damn, it's real.

"Mika, stand up," he said—voice low, hesitant—testing the edge, fingers fidgeting with the sheet's hem.

"I'm standing..."—her voice calm, compliant, a rustle over the line—"In my room..."

He blinked—"Mika, spin around"—pushing it, nervous, curious, his heart thudding in his chest.

"Spinning..."—a soft shuffle, her breath steady—"Done..."—and he exhaled—shaky, sharp.

She's doing it, no joke—the app's power a weird hum in his veins, pulsing with possibility.

His mind spun—it's real, what now?—nerves jangling, curiosity flaring, a dark edge creeping in.

A faint echo of Riku's betrayal nudged him—screwed Aiko, screwed me—fueling a twisted intent.

"Mika," he rasped—voice steadier—"send me nudes—right now"—his pulse racing, a nervous thrill cutting through.

A pause—then—"Okay..."—her tone flat, obedient, fabric rustling over the line, his breath hitching.

His phone buzzed—screen flaring—an image popping: Mika, blonde hair mussed, sweater off.

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Her bra tugged down—small tits bare, pink nipples stiff—skirt hiked, panties aside, her shaved cunt glistening.

Thighs parted in her room's soft glow, her body exposed, a raw offering to his command.

His breath caught—nerves surging, dick twitching—Riku's sister, naked for me—hand trembling.

He gripped the phone, cracked screen cold against his sweaty palm, a dark heat pooling low.

"Mika," he rasped—voice shaky—"turn on your video—spread your legs, masturbate for me."

A beat—then—"Yes..."—her voice a drone, a click, the call shifting—screen flaring live.

Mika's face filled it—blonde hair framing flushed cheeks, eyes glassy, dazed—as she propped her phone.

She sank onto her bed—pink sheets, cluttered room—legs spreading wide—skirt bunched, panties off.

Her cunt bare, slick, shining under a lamp's faint light, her vulnerability a stark, erotic display.

She touched herself—fingers slow, unsure—sliding over her clit, a soft gasp slipping free.

Her small tits rose with each breath—knees trembling, thighs parting wider—her pussy glistening, wetter now.

Her eyes locked on the screen—"Kaito..."—voice soft, pliant, a sound that jolted him hard.

His stomach churned—nerves roaring, curiosity peaking—she's mine, fuck, it's real—his mind ablaze.

He rasped—"Mika, faster—do it"—voice low, testing, watching her fingers plunge—two now.

Into her tight, dripping cunt—slick sounds crackling over the line—her gasps sharpening—"Yes... Kaito..."

Her hips shifted, free hand cupping a tit—pink nipple pinched—blonde hair sticking to her sweaty brow.

He leaned in—phone shaking—nerves and curiosity a wild mix—is this real? She's... damn.

Her moans rose—"Kaito... oh..."—her cunt clenching, wetter still, fingers pumping fast—three now.

Stretching her tight hole, juices dripping down her thighs, staining the pink sheets with her arousal.

Her gasps turned ragged—"I'm... I'm gonna..."—legs trembling, hips bucking, her pussy quivering.

"Kaito...!"—voice breaking, a sharp cry spilling free as she climaxed—cunt pulsing, slick gushing.

Over her fingers—her body shuddering, blonde hair thrashing, eyes rolling back, tits bouncing with each spasm.

Kaito grinned—eerie, unhinged—nerves surging, curiosity sated—it's real, she's mine.

A dark thrill blazed as he watched her come undone—Riku's sister, my toy—her moans a strange song.

Her cunt a prize, the app's power a weird truth he'd cracked, his bloody fist unclenching, trembling.

Her climax played on, screen flickering red in the dark, a testament to the chaos he'd unleashed.

The room's silence pressed in, broken only by her fading gasps, the app's weight a promise of more.