Chapter 22 - 21
He swiped it open, the screen flaring red—RNTR 0.1 (Beta) stared back, unyielding, a beast he'd tamed but couldn't leash.
The play button pulsed, bright and insistent, and his gut twisted—what now? His thumb hovered, breath shallow, then tapped—video buffered fast, grainy at first, the dorm's familiar walls flickering into view.
Not his room—cleaner, neater, a poster of a rock band tacked above the bed. Haruto Mori's dorm, two floors up—Kaito knew it, the blonde guy with the sharp jaw and lazy smirk. His pulse quickened, a cold prickle crawling up his neck as the camera steadied.
Aiko stepped into frame—her pink sweater tossed aside, dark hair spilling wild as she stripped, peeling off her skirt with a flick of her hips. She stood bare, curves gleaming in the dim light, nipples stiff, her pussy shaved and glistening—bold, shameless.
"Fuck me, Haruto," she said, voice low and direct, no tease, no games—just raw hunger cutting through the silence. Kaito's breath caught, a sick lurch in his chest—her? With him?—his girlfriend, his Aiko, offering herself up like that, right here in his own damn building.
Haruto emerged, shirtless, jeans low on his hips—tall, lean, his smirk curling dark as he grabbed her. No hesitation—he shoved her onto the bed, her ass up, thighs parting wide, her cunt already wet, dripping onto the sheets. Kaito's hands clenched, nails biting his palms—two floors up, while I'm down here—rage and a twisted fascination warring in his gut.
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Haruto thrust in—hard, fast—his cock thick, stretching her, her moans erupting loud—"Oh... fuck..."—sharp and guttural, echoing off the walls.
She arched back, hair thrashing, her voice rising—"Spank me, Haruto!"—a desperate yell, needy and wild. He grinned, hand rearing back—slap—it cracked against her ass, loud as a gunshot, her left cheek quivering under the blow.
"Harder!" she gasped, and he obliged—slap, slap—both hands now, alternating, her flesh rippling, turning pink, then red, welts blooming bright. Her moans spiked—"Ah... yes..."—each strike jolting her forward, her pussy clenching around him, slick gushing down her thighs.
Kaito's stomach churned, bile rising—she's loving it—but his eyes stayed glued, a dark heat pooling low despite the sting. Haruto pounded her, relentless—his hands gripping her hips, nails digging in, her ass bouncing red and raw under his palms.
"Fuck, Aiko..." he growled, voice rough, slamming deeper—her cunt stretched wide, wet sounds crackling through the speakers—schlick, schlick—her gasps ragged, feral. She clawed the sheets, face twisted—slutty, lost—her tits swaying with each thrust, nipples grazing the bed, her thighs trembling as she took him.
The camera caught it all—her red ass, her dripping pussy, the way she bucked back, hungry for more. "Spank me again!" she cried, voice breaking—slap—Haruto's hand crashed down, her cheeks glowing crimson, a sharp yelp spilling free—"Ah...!"
Kaito's breath hitched, his cock twitching traitorously—she's mine, not his—but the video didn't care, didn't stop. Haruto flipped her, legs spread wide—her cunt gaping, slick and swollen—thrusting in again, her moans peaking—"Oh... fuck... yes..."—her eyes rolling back, body shuddering as she came, juices splashing hot on his shaft.
Kaito's chest heaved, a sick mix of fury and arousal clawing at him—two floors up—Haruto's dorm, so close he could've heard her screams if he'd listened hard enough. Haruto grunted, low and primal—pulled out, cum spurting thick across her red ass, streaking her thighs, pooling on the sheets.
Aiko slumped, panting, a slutty grin curling her lips—satisfied, spent—Haruto's smirk looming over her, victorious. The video cut, black screen swallowing them, leaving Kaito staring, trembling, his dorm silent save for his ragged breaths.
He dropped the phone, hands shaking—that bitch—rage surging, a hot flood drowning the high he'd clung to. Aiko, his Aiko—fucking Haruto, begging for it, her ass red from another guy's hands. Right here, he thought, in my own damn building—the betrayal slicing deeper than Riku's ruin ever had.
The satisfaction from Riku's fall curdled, souring fast—I broke him, but her? She'd slipped free, screwing someone else while he gloated, a knife twisting in his gut.
He kicked a can across the room, the clang sharp—Haruto Mori, that smug bastard—two floors up, a name he'd barely cared about now branded in his skull. She's mine to punish—a dark resolve flickering, the app's power a lifeline he'd grip tighter now.
Night thickened outside, the dorm's hum fading into a distant drone as Kaito sank onto his bed, sheets scratching his skin. He grabbed the phone again, staring at the blank screen—what now?—his high gone, replaced by a raw, gnawing edge.
Mika crossed his mind—call her, fuck her, take it back?—but Aiko's betrayal burned brighter, her red ass and Haruto's smirk eclipsing everything else. He exhaled, slow and shaky—she'll pay, they both will.
Then it buzzed—sharp, sudden—the phone jolting in his hand, RNTR flaring red across the screen. His pulse spiked, eyes narrowing as text scrolled, cold and stark:
[Condition Passed: Got Cucked by Your Girlfriend]
[Choose One of the Following Targets]
Two names glowed—Aiko Tanaka, a smiling selfie, her dark hair framing that cute, lying face—Haruto Mori, a brooding smirk, his sharp jaw taunting from the grainy shot. Kaito's grin returned—nervous, curious—creeping slow across his lips, a flicker of that high reigniting.
Here we go again