NOVEL WEB Chapter 9: Chapter 8
Rain lashed Kaito Nakamura's dorm window in a ceaseless, savage torrent, a howling wall of sound that swallowed the night, the glass trembling under the onslaught. The clock blinked 2:19 AM, its red glow a faint wound in the suffocating dark of his wrecked room—a tomb of shattered junk and despair, the air thick with the sour reek of sweat, blood, and broken hope. His desk lamp lay in pieces, smashed hours ago, leaving only the laptop's blue glare flickering in the gloom, a lone beacon on the desk where he'd left it, blacked out after that warped "System initializing…" hiss had faded.
Kaito hunched on the floor, a crumpled heap against the bed, his skinny frame drowning in a soaked hoodie, the fabric cold and heavy with rain and tears. His glasses—cracked, useless—lay somewhere in the mess, his vision a blurry smear of shadows and sting, eyes raw from sobbing too long, too hard. His black hair clung in greasy knots, scratched bloody by nails that left trails down his scalp, his face, his neck—a dull ache he couldn't feel past the storm inside. He hadn't moved since hurling his phone—screen splintered, dead—his breath a ragged wheeze, hands crusted with dried blood from clawing himself raw.
The pics—Aiko's pics—burned behind his eyes, a relentless reel of filth from that cursed link hours ago: her cunt stuffed with cock, lips choking dick, ass dripping cum—her body a playground for strangers while he'd sat here, a pathetic fool crying over her keychain hugs. Then that popup—red text, black void—"Activate Revenge NTR System Beta?"—he'd clicked "Yes," rage and tears driving him, and it ended with that voice: "One condition: You cannot break up with her." It sank into him, a chain he didn't grasp, locking him to her, this cheating slut who'd shredded his soul. "System initializing…"—and he'd collapsed, shattered, waiting for something, anything, to make sense of the dark.
A sharp ping sliced the silence—jarring, unnatural—and Kaito twitched, head jerking up, tears blurring the room. His laptop flared—sudden, violent—a jagged red glow slashing the black, static crackling like a live wire. He froze, breath hitching, the screen pulsing with a glitchy ad—crimson text on a void background, alive, invasive, clawing into his haze. Not again, he thought, a sick lurch in his gut, but his eyes locked on it, drawn despite the tears streaking his face, the blood crusting his hands.
"Is she cheating on you?" the text throbbed, blunt and cold, pulsing brighter with each beat. His pulse spiked—drowning the rain—a knife twisting in the wound. He knew—fuck, he knew—those pics, her lips on Haruto's, Riku's arm, her lies piling up. His hand shook, hovering over the trackpad, a sob catching in his throat—yes, yes, yes—and he clicked, quick, quiet, the red flaring sharper, static buzzing loud in his ears.
"Do you hate her?" it pressed, relentless, the words sinking claws into his rage. Hate? His mind spun—her giggles, her "you're sweet," her vanilla scent clashing with her cunt spread wide, fucked raw by strangers while he cried. Tears burned hotter, rage flaring—yes, I hate her, hate her, hate her—and he clicked again, harder, the screen shuddering, glitches streaking like blood across the black, the question a mirror to his shredded heart.
"Do you want revenge?" it demanded, slicing deeper—cold, sharp, tempting. Revenge? Aiko—his goddess turned whore—grinning while she fucked him over, her thrill his shame, her keychain a taunt while she sucked off the campus. Anger surged—hot, unfamiliar, a fire licking his grief—yes, I want her to pay, want her broken—and he clicked, fist trembling, tears dripping onto the keys, the red pulsing hungry, feeding on his pain.
The screen crackled—static snapping like a whip—text rearranging, bold and jagged, a new prompt blazing: "Confirm Revenge NTR System Beta Activation?" Below, two buttons glowed—red "Yes," gray "No"—and in smaller text, flickering, sinister: "Condition: You must stay with her."
Kaito's breath caught—short, ragged—his finger hovering, tears blurring the glow. Revenge? Against Aiko—his cheating, cum-drenched bitch? It was insane—twisted, impossible—but it clawed at him, a lifeline in the dark, tempting the wreckage of his soul. She'd never know he'd seen—keep smiling, keep fucking, thinking him clueless—while he… what? Did this? His mind reeled—anger, fear, hate—but the pics flashed—her riding, choking, grinning—and rage drowned the rest, a roar in his chest.
Stay with her. The condition sank in—stay with the slut who'd pissed on him, laughed at him, used him. Fear spiked—what am I doing?—but anger roared louder—she deserves it, deserves worse—and his hand moved, trembling, hovering over "Yes." He wasn't this guy—bitter, vengeful, cruel—not hours ago, not before her filth broke him. But now? Now he was a shell—humiliated, heartbroken, pissed—and this… thing, this system, promised something, anything, to claw back from the pit.
The rain screamed outside—a howling void—the room heavy, electric, his sobs a low hum under the static. He clicked "Yes"—hard, final—a tear splashing the trackpad, his breath a shudder as the screen went black, swallowing the light. Silence—thick, suffocating—then a distorted voice hissed, low and eerie, from the speakers—or his head, he couldn't tell: "System initializing… Activation confirmed. Prepare for retribution."
His eyes widened—bloodshot, wet—the blackness absolute, the words branding his skull—retribution—cold, unyielding, a promise he didn't grasp. The air shifted—thick, charged—like something woke, something alive, and he sank back, knees to his chest, tears slowing, a flicker of dread under the rage. What did I do? he thought, eerie and raw, a turning point clicking into place—anger overriding fear, dragging him from despair to something darker, something new.
The rain pounded on, relentless, but inside, the storm stilled—a trembling hush, a spark igniting in the void where his heart had been.