Let's say you have a friend who borrowed money and won't pay you back.
What's the best possible revenge you can get on that bastard?
There are many, many ways, but the one I chose was this.
—Heughhh..! I-I'm cumming! I'm cumming from something bigger than my husband's..!
Recommending an NTR game.
He was the kind of guy who was always going on about harem and pure love stories. What would happen if he played an NTR game without knowing what it was?
He'd probably cry tears of blood, wouldn't he?
Just thinking about it made the corners of my mouth twitch.
That damn bastard.
He was so pathetic and desperate when he needed the money, but now? What was that? He doesn't have the money, so I can just go fuck myself?
Fine. Don't pay me back if you don't want to.
I'm too disgusted to even take it now.
I'll take your shattered heart as payment for the three million won.
I cackled as I watched the monitor, where a beautiful married woman was writhing on the cock of a pot-bellied old man.
Then I continued playing the game.
About two hours passed.
The game ended, and the ending credits rolled.
"...Shorter than I thought."
It wasn't a bad game, faithful to the NTR genre, but... it wasn't enough. I didn't want to just ruin his mood for a moment; I wanted to carve a wound into his heart that would last a lifetime.
I bought and played a few more NTR games.
For dozens of hours, without a break.
Leah came into my room asking what the hell I was doing and shot me a look of contempt, but I didn't stop.
This was that important.
After playing so many, I managed to narrow down the candidates.
"This one's playtime is too short, so it's out. The CG in this one probably isn't his type. If I take this one out for the same reason... that leaves these two."
Funnily enough, the remaining two were from the same company. The kind of games that share a universe but have different protagonists.
I stared at the two for a moment, then chose The Hero's Party.
The sequel was far more intense.
The first NTR game I ever played was the sequel to The Hero's Party, and my mental state was shot for a good while after I finished it.
I can't even remember how many keyboards I smashed.
Well, thanks to that, other NTR games were a breeze, but...
'If I recommend this one, he won't just get pissed off; he'll probably cut ties with me completely.'
He was the only friend I had left. It would suck if we stopped talking.
I'll be the bigger person.
And while it's less intense than the sequel, The Hero's Party is still plenty fucked up.
The Hero's Party.
Just as the title suggests, it's about a hero's party setting off on a journey to defeat the Demon King.
The only problem is that the journey is anything but smooth for the protagonist.
There are four heroes in this game. Three of them, including the protagonist, are men, and at first, they seem like your typical villainous side characters.
The kind you'll eventually defeat for a satisfying, cathartic moment.
The game lulls the player into a false sense of security, making them focus on the story and the protagonist's growth.
By the time you feel like something is off, it's already too late. The heroines will be moaning as they get pounded by another hero's dick. They're snatched away in the blink of an eye.
Of course... even then, you can struggle and try to win them back. The developers even put in a lot of choices with that in mind.
"No matter how I look at it, the bastards who made this are real sons of bitches."
You try your best to avoid the NTR.
Whether you make your character stronger, spend a lot of time with the heroines to trigger events, or make different choices—that's all up to the player.
And what lies at the end of all that effort?
NTR.
You leveled up your character?
Nope, your character's weak. His growth rate is way lower than the other heroes'~
You raised the heroines' affection levels?
Nope, they get taken by force~ When you go to get them back later, they're already completely hooked on the other hero's dick~
It gives you a tiny sliver of hope, then snatches it away with interest.
Those developer fucks. They really know how to deliver despair effectively.
I sincerely hope that deadbeat bastard gets a taste of the worst despair imaginable.
'By the way, is this how everyone sees heroes these days?'
I fell into thought as I stared at the title screen of The Hero's Party. It showed the three initial heroines and the protagonist walking down a path, smiling.
The scenery around them was beautiful.
A small stream trickled through a green field, and the sun was shining brightly.
"A journey to find the Demon King... What is this, some kids' game...?"
Some of us were thrown onto a battlefield the moment we were summoned, without a clue what was going on. And when they realized I was useless, they chewed me out and put me through a year of hellish training.
Pretty heroines? Touching events? Love?
Where the hell would you find that on a battlefield?
If you looked hard enough, you might find the severed head of a pretty female knight.
Those bastards can afford to get into NTR bullshit because their journey is easy, their bellies are full, and their backs are warm.
Just try having the guy next to you get his upper body blown off, or having your only meal be a dry ration you have to swallow in ten seconds.
You wouldn't even be able to get a hard-on, let alone think about NTR.
How do I know?
How the fuck do you think I know? I've lived it. You think you can get erect watching a woman you thought was pretty die the next day with her guts spilling out?
If there's a guy who can, I'm confident I could worship him as a god.
A goddamn retard.
'...Am I the retard?'
It's been years since I came back from the war, but I still get worked up and pound my chest whenever I see anything hero-related.
I wonder if this is what people call being a kkondae.
I sighed and pressed 'Start Game'.
I figured I'd do one last check, just in case. There couldn't be something like a "Pure Love Ending to Commemorate Your Nth Playthrough!"
Well, if I couldn't find it after three playthroughs, it probably didn't exist, but I didn't want to leave even the slightest possibility open.
The moment I pressed the start button, a cheerful "Game Start~" sound played, and a flash of light bright enough to rival the Solar Flare erupted from my monitor.
"Ah, fuck, my eyes."
I shut my eyes and shielded them with my arm.
The flash disappeared a moment later.
What was that all of a sudden? Did my monitor break?
It can't. I don't have the money to fix it!
Worrying, I moved my arm and opened my eyes.
I saw a wooden wall. On the floor, a suspicious magic circle was greedily devouring the blood flowing from my palm.
I rubbed my eyes.
The wooden wall and the suspicious magic circle were still there.
I got up and touched the wall.
I could feel the distinct roughness of unfinished wood.
Finally, I felt my own body. Thin arms and legs. I was certain. This wasn't my body.
"Uh... um... this is... I mean..."
After stuttering a few times, I let out a deep sigh and reached for my back pocket. As expected, the cigarettes that should have been there were gone.
"MOTHERFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKER!!!"
Have you heard of the five stages of grief?
I saw it in a meme somewhere online. Something about a famous American psychologist writing about it in a book?
Why am I bringing this up out of nowhere?
Because my current situation is pretty similar.
"Is this a dream? Ah, I must have played games for too long and passed out. I have been pulling all-nighters for a few days, so it's possible."
Denial.
"No, fuck, why me?! Out of all the countless humans and dimensions, why the hell me?! I've already been through this once! I worked my ass off! I literally lost a few bones!"
Anger.
"Aaaah... please... I'd rather enlist in the army twice. I've never been, but I'll work hard if I go. I'll even be a non-commissioned officer if you want..."
Bargaining.
"Hee... hehe... heheheheh...."
Depression.
"Yeah, fuck it. I guess I was just made for another world. I was never destined to stay on Earth. Bye-bye, my beautiful Earth..."
Acceptance.
My emotions dead, I stared blankly at the wall.
A fucking fantasy wooden wall. I never thought I'd see one again.
Turning my head, I saw a small notebook-like object.
I picked it up and read its contents.
It was a rough explanation of the situation so far, an apology, and a list of things I needed to do from now on.
Ah, so that's what this is.
I've been transmigrated into a game.
Wow! I'm Cloud, the protagonist of The Hero's Party!
I heard a rumor that his dick is super small. Should I take a look?
Wow, it really is small.
Haha, this is the first time in my life I've ever seen one the size of a pinky finger! And now it's mine.
"Motherfucker!"
Overcome with emotion, I threw the notebook.
That son of a bitch.
If you're going to die, die alone. Why the hell did you have to drag me into it?
I grumbled and went outside.
I had come out of a cabin on the outskirts of the village.
'Leave the cabin, turn right, and go straight, right?'
I walked as the notebook instructed and soon saw a building with a sign that said 'Inn'.
Go in, head up to the second floor, and it's the fifth door you see.
When I entered the inn, the village residents drinking inside and the innkeeper all turned to look at me.
"My goodness, Sir Hero. Where have you been at this late hour? Have you had dinner? We have some chicken stew, shall I prepare a plate for you?"
"No need."
I gave a short reply and went up to the second floor.
The expressions on the innkeeper and the villagers were a little strange, probably because I wasn't acting as friendly as the original Cloud would have.
Well, they'll probably just assume I had a bad day and leave it at that.
I opened the fifth door, went inside, and threw myself onto the bed.
I fell asleep, praying that this would all be a dream when I woke up.
The next morning, I stared at an unfamiliar ceiling and realized once again that this was reality.
"I'm dying for a cigarette."
Knock, knock.
A knock on the door.
"Cloud, what are you doing? Don't tell me you're still sleeping."
"..."
Knock, knock.
"Cloud?"
"..."
Knock, knock.
Knock, knock.
Knock...
BANG, BANG!
"Hey, Cloud! Answer me! Are you still sleep—what the, the door was unlocked?"
Ugh, so noisy.
I covered my ears with a pillow.
Even so, I couldn't block out all the noise. The sound of stomping footsteps grew closer, and then something hard hit my back.
Ow.
I shifted my body once, signaling that I wanted to sleep a little longer. The person didn't seem to get my signal and hit my back again with that same hard thing.
"Cloud! I said get up! It's not like you to sleep in like this!"
Hmm. It seems this pest won't stop unless I respond.
I removed the pillow from my ears and turned my head.
I saw a cute girl with long black hair tied in two pigtails. She seemed a little shorter than the average woman and was holding a large wooden staff in her right hand.
'Wow, a heroine~'
The tsundere who gets fucked senseless by the handsome, well-connected hero, becomes all lovey-dovey with him, and stays a tsundere only to me!
Her name was Eri, I think.
"Eri, why are you waking me up?"
"Why do you think! Everyone else is already up!"
"And?"
"Aaaand?? What do you mean, 'and'?! Get out here, now! Everyone's waiting for you."
"Why?"
"Why?! We decided to stay here for just one day and then move on to the next place! Hurry up, wash your face, and come out."
Eri pointed to a basin of water, then turned to leave the room.
"No, it's a pain in the ass."
"What?"
She turned back at the sound of my voice, her eyes wide.
Of course she was surprised.
I had just laid back down on the bed.
"What are you doing right now?"
"I said it's a pain... I'm going back to sleep..."
I don't want to be a hero a second time...
I'm not doing it...