Chapter 24 - 23
Kaito slumped against his bed's headboard, the damp sheets clinging to his legs like a second skin as the dorm's stale air thickened around him. The RNTR app's red glow had faded from his phone, but its last popup—
[Step 1: Gain Love Points from Aiko Tanaka]—still gnawed at his skull, a bitter leash he couldn't snap. His anger from Aiko's betrayal had cooled into a focused burn—Haruto's girlfriend, Sakura Suzuki, was his prize now, her shy face and busty frame a dark promise he'd claim. All he needed were those damn love points—25 of them—from the slut two floors up, currently moaning under Haruto's hands.
He shifted, the bed creaking under his skinny frame, his glasses slipping as he rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans. How do I play this? he wondered, mind racing—Aiko's the key, gotta move fast. The 48-hour deadline ticking down, a noose tightening with every second.
He grabbed his phone again, thumb swiping RNTR open—are they still at it?—needing to know if Aiko and Haruto were screwing all night or if she'd leave soon, giving him an opening.
The app flared to life, the live feed flickering on—Haruto's dorm, two floors above, the same rock poster tacked to the wall. Aiko sprawled naked on the bed, her dark hair splayed wild, her ass still red from Haruto's slaps—fuck, they're not done.
Haruto thrust into her, hips slamming hard, her moans spilling loud—"Oh... yes..."—sharp and slutty, her thighs quivering as she took him deep. Kaito's stomach twisted—rage, lust, disgust crashing together—and he slammed the app shut, the screen going black, his breath ragged—all-nighter, damn it.
He couldn't sit still—his legs twitched, his mind a storm of need and impatience. Love points, he thought—gotta get 'em quick, get to Sakura. He snatched his phone again, fingers fumbling as he opened his messages—Aiko.
He typed fast, calculated: Hey, I've been distant lately— Work has been crazy, and I've let it pull me away from you. But I want you to know that I love you so much, and you mean the world to me. Let's have a date this weekend to make up for it—I miss you and can't wait to spend some quality time together. ❤️💕
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His thumb hovered—pathetic, but it should work—then hit send, the text flying off into the void.
He tossed the phone aside, leaning back, eyes drifting to his laptop on the desk—Mika. Her videos sat there, blonde hair thrashing, her tight cunt dripping—call her?
The urge hit hard, his cock stirring again—fuck her, feel something—but he froze. Aiko was upstairs, Haruto's hands on her, and RNTR's warning loomed—lose her, lose it all. He growled low—wrong move—and instead flipped open the laptop, Mika's moans crackling through the speakers as he unzipped, hand wrapping around himself, stroking fast to her gasps—"Ah... Kaito..."—a quick, dirty release to kill the itch.
His breath steadied post-climax, a hollow buzz settling in as he wiped his hand on a crumpled shirt. Soda, he thought—need something cold—and shuffled out, sneakers scuffing the floor, the dorm's dim hall stretching ahead.
The vending machine hummed outside, a faint beacon in the night—he jammed coins in, the clunk of a lemon soda dropping loud in the quiet. As he bent to grab it, a shadow moved—someone stepping out of the building, heels clicking soft on the pavement.
Kaito glanced up—Aiko—her pink sweater loose, hair mussed, eyes wide as she froze mid-step. His can hissed open, the sound sharp between them—she's here?—surprise jolting through him, her nervous stare locking with his own.