Chapter 23 - 22
[Condition Passed: Got Cucked by Your Girlfriend]
the words a fresh bruise on his ego, still tender from the video's sting. Anger had flared hot and wild after watching her with Haruto—those slaps, her red ass—but it dulled now, sinking into a cold, simmering focus as he stared at the choice flickering before him.
Aiko Tanaka's selfie smirked up at him—her dark hair framing a face too pretty for the filth she hid, her lips curved in a flirty pout that mocked him. Beside it, Haruto Mori's brooding shot—taunted him just as hard.
Kaito's breath rasped out, fogging his smudged glasses—who's it gonna be?—his mind churning, picking apart the options like a predator sizing up prey. His fingers twitched, itching to tap, to strike.
Aiko's image burned into him—complete slut, he thought, a bitter twist curling his lips. She'd spread her legs for Haruto without a second thought, probably others too—a walking fuckfest. Opportunities to ruin her would pile up like trash in this room—she's not going anywhere, he reasoned, his grin sharpening—I'll grind her down later, slow and nasty.
Haruto, though—that bastard—he'd taken her right here, in this dorm, two floors up, spanking her raw while Kaito stewed below. That demanded blood now—he's first. His thumb jabbed down—[Target Selected: Haruto Mori]—a dark jolt sparking through him, his pulse kicking hard against his ribs.
The screen flared, shifting fast—two new pictures popped up, vivid and stark, slamming into Kaito's senses like a fist. First was Rumi Mori—Haruto's mother—44, her blonde hair spilling loose in a wild tangle, brushing bare shoulders that gleamed pale in the shot. Her face hit hard—sharp cheekbones slicing through soft skin, a full mouth painted deep red, parted just enough to tease the edge of her tongue. Green eyes pierced the camera, icy and unyielding—fuck, she's got claws—a stare that could unravel him if he let it.
She wore a silk blouse, unbuttoned low—her breasts swelled heavy, straining the fabric, nipples faint shadows begging to be freed, sucked hard. Her skirt clung tight, black and sleek—hips wide, ass round and firm, legs crossed with a slow flex of thigh that promised power and heat.
Kaito's breath caught, his cock twitching sharp—44, and she's built like that?—his mind flashing to her bent over, blonde hair swaying, that ass quaking under his grip as she moaned low, husky, dripping experience.
Then came Sakura Suzuki—21, Haruto's girlfriend—her long black hair falling straight as a blade, framing a face soft and shy behind chunky nerd glasses. Big hazel eyes flickered down, timid—lips full, pink, trembling like they'd break under a kiss. Her sweater stretched tight over a bust that stopped him cold—big, round tits pushing out, nipples faint and stiff through the wool—holy shit, they're massive. Her skirt flared short—hips wide, thighs plump and pale, quivering flesh he could spread wide, dive into deep.
His mouth went dry—Haruto's girl? Like that?—imagining those glasses fogging, her shy mouth gasping—"Kaito..."—her pussy tight and wet, clenching him as he fucked her senseless. She was a nerd—bookish, quiet—but that body screamed sex, a hidden fire waiting to burn.
Designations blinked below—Mother. Girlfriend.—and Kaito's jaw dropped, a rough laugh ripping out—no fucking way. Haruto had a girlfriend?, and RNTR was handing her over too—not just family, but her? His cock throbbed hard now—this app's a goddamn goldmine—a rush flooding him, thick and electric, his hands trembling with the thrill.
Another popup flared, red text cutting sharp:
[Select a Secondary Target for Retribution]
[Objective: Seduce and Enslave. Convert to Personal Sex Slave]
Kaito's grin stretched wide—nervous, feral—oh, this is it. Rumi loomed in his mind—those heavy tits swaying, that ass tight in silk—a slow, wicked conquest he'd savor down the line, peeling her apart piece by piece.
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But Sakura—Haruto's shy little prize—her glasses slipping, her bust bouncing, her thighs shaking as he pounded her—that was instant, a knife to twist in Haruto's gut right now. He could see her—knees buckling, lips sucking him deep, her pussy dripping as she begged—mine, all mine.
He tapped her name—Sakura Suzuki—fast and sure, his cock straining his jeans, the thought of her breaking under him lighting a fire low and fierce.
The screen pulsed red again—
[Step 1: Gain Love Points from Primary Target (Aiko Tanaka)]
—and Kaito's grin crashed hard, a grunt punching out like he'd been hit.
[Requirement: 25 Love Points to Unlock Retribution Process]
[Love Points Required: 25. Current: 0]
[Time Remaining: 48 Hours]—and the gut punch, this was something new. An update?
[Alert: System Terminates if Relationship with Aiko Tanaka Ends. All Progress Lost].
Kaito's fist slammed the bed, the frame rattling—Aiko, that bitch again—rage flaring hot, his knuckles stinging as he glared at the screen. He'd almost forgotten—RNTR chained him to her, her "love" the key to his next strike, the slut who was getting her butt slapped on Haruto's bed right now, had to be swayed by him.