Anti-NTR Man: I Save The Main Character From Getting CUCKED!

Hello everyone!

I'm aware of the slower update rate for this novel, and I want to thank you for your patience. The truth is, I have another webnovel that's currently my main focus—it's doing well here and on Wattpad, and on Amazon, which makes it harder for me to give Yuuto's story the attention it deserves.

I'm truly sorry to those who enjoy this novel, but that's the current reality.

That being said, I have no intention of abandoning it anytime soon. Thank you for sticking with me, and I'll do my best to bring you more updates in the future!

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"A play?" Shiyon muttered, tilting his head in confusion.

"Yes, Aniki," Gon replied firmly, stepping forward. "An act," he emphasized.

Shiyon froze, his gaze shifting between the two of them. After a beat, he asked, "… Are you going to explain why?"

Gon's expression remained stiff, his lips pressed tightly together.

"Well, if you insist—" Yuuto began, only to be interrupted.

"Ah, thank you, Sakurai-chun," Shiyon said, raising a hand dismissively. "But I'd rather hear it from my adorable… Gon-chun." His tone dripped with mockery.

Yuuto clicked his tongue, his glare sharp as he fixed his eyes on Shiyon.

Yuuno watched silently, his brows furrowed in thought. 'I know that gorilla, but Shiyon-nii wouldn't react like this for just anyone. Who is that other guy to him?'

His gaze lingered on Yuuto, suspicious.

"Ah, Aniki. Don't pay too much mind to him," someone beside Yuuno spoke up—a third-year from the disciplinary committee.

"That guy? He's just the school's joke. We call him 'Anime Pillow' because, well… he fucks a pillow," the senior explained casually, almost dismissively.

"…" Yuuno's eyes narrowed, flicking between Yuuto's casual demeanor and Gon's face before drifting back to Shiyon.

Just a nobody, huh?

'Nah. I don't buy it. I'm looking into this bastard to see what's what,' Yuuno decided, his resolve solidifying.

"Sakura," Yahiko murmured, his attention shifting to her. She wasn't watching the exchange—instead, her focus lingered on the small space between them.

"… Sakura? Are you okay?" he asked softly, reaching out to take her hand.

Her eyes widened, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She pulled her hand back sharply, stumbling a step away as if his touch burned her.

"Sakura?" Yahiko stammered, moving closer. "What's wrong?"

"I-I'm sorry!" she gasped, her voice cracking. "I need to go!" Without waiting for a reply, she turned and ran.

"SAKURA!" he called, his voice echoing, but she was already gone.

Yuuto watched her retreat, his expression unreadable.

"You could go after her, Sakurai-chun," Shiyon suggested, breaking the silence. His smirk was sly as he locked eyes with Yuuto.

Yuuto's gaze flicked to Shiyon, his jaw tightening in response. Yahiko's eyes shifted to Yuuto, his mind racing.

'Go after her...? Did he DO something to her!?' he fumed internally, his glare burning into Yuuto—who remained indifferent, ignoring him entirely.

"After all," Shiyon continued, gesturing toward Gon with a casual wave, "I'll be here, squeezing every little detail from my precious subordinate."

'Damn it… He has me pinned down,' Yuuto thought, his frustration mounting. Then, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. 'As if. You think I wasn't ready for this, Organ Harvester?'

"Aniki," Gon's voice broke through his thoughts, sharp and deliberate. "This school is rotten."

"W-what—"

"ROTTEN, I TELL YOU!!!" Gon's outburst echoed through the hall, raw and unrestrained. Shiyon's expression faltered as he reeled slightly.

JUST BEFORE SHIYON OPENED THE DOOR

"Listen here," Yuuto said, leaning in close, his voice hushed but commanding. "Pretend it's just an act. He's going to ask questions, and he'll look to you for answers. Since I can't trust you to remember an actual script, here's all you need to say: I, of all people, beat the crap out of you, and not a single student reacted fast enough to stop it."

Gon's jaw tightened. "Fuck, no one could've reacted that fast—"

"Oh? So are you saying I am better than everyone, then?" Yuuto's smirk widened, his tone sharpening like a blade.

"Of... Fuck no. You're just a pillow fucker. Don't get on a high-horse! You just sucker-punched me!" Gon roared. "Anyone from the school woulda decked your dick if it was a fair fight."

"Yes... This is INK Public School." Yuuto whispered like a snake, "Your school. Home of the Disciplinary Committee, the so-called pride of the Organ Harvester. And yet, when something like this happens—nothing. Not a single student moved. Not one. What does that say about this place?"

Gon stiffened, his gaze fixed on the bathroom door. His breaths came faster now, the weight of Yuuto's words sinking in.

"It's not about you," Yuuto continued, his voice softening, almost conspiratorial. "It's about what this school has become. Because if I'm, a PILLOW FUCKER is fast enough to pull this off, what happens when someone worse shows up?"

"Fucking A," Gon muttered, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists. His focus burned through the door like it was his opponent, already squaring up for the fight.

"Exactly," Yuuto said, pulling back with a grin. "Now let's go. Your audience is waiting."

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"YOU LOT!!" Gon roared, spinning around to face the students. His voice cut through the baffled silence, startling the entire class as Shiyon froze mid-reaction.

"NEITHER OF YOU REACTED!!!" he bellowed, his glare sweeping across the room. "THAT WAS SUCH A SLOW AND WEAK PUNCH, I HAD TO THROW MYSELF OUT OF THE CLASSROOM JUST TO GET A RESPONSE!!! WHAT IF IT WERE SOMEONE ELSE!? WHAT IF IT WERE REAL!?"

The students shrank under his outburst as his voice thundered through the room.

"I SEE NOW," Gon declared, his finger pointing dramatically at the group, "WE NEED THESE DRILLS EVERY. SINGLE. DAY!"

Shun, Riko, and Miyuki were all silently thinking the same thing: No way…

"B-but, Gon-san, you're bleeding..." a timid student stammered, pointing to the corner of Gon's mouth where blood was clearly visible.

"YOU IDIOT!! THIS IS FAKE BLOOD!!" Gon snapped, his booming voice echoing even louder.

"N-no way, but… uh, Gon-san... your teeth," another student muttered nervously, holding up two bloodied teeth from the floor. "These are yours."

"DUMBASS, THOSE ARE FAKE TEETH!!" Gon shouted, bolting past the stunned Shiyon. In one swift motion, he snatched the teeth from the student's grasp, cramming them into his pocket with a defiant glare.

'I'm screwed,' Yuuto thought, planting a palm over his face. His embarrassment rooted him to the spot. They'll never buy this. Never. He kept his head down, too mortified to meet anyone's gaze.

"O-oh!" one student suddenly called out, drawing everyone's attention.

"I guess… that makes sense!" the student said, nodding as if enlightened.

The classroom erupted into murmurs of agreement, with several students nodding along as if Gon's explanation was the most logical thing they'd ever heard.

Yuuto, Miyuki, Shun, Yuuno, Shiyon, and Riko collectively thought, Wait, what? HOW.

"I mean, come on, guys! For Pillow to beat Gon-san like that!? That's just ridiculous..."

"Y-yeah, haha! It could never happen. It's Pillow, after all."

'Mein Gott!' Yuuto stared at the scene in disbelief. 'It WORKS!'

'A slim chance, but I must be a damn good gambler,' Yuuto thought, barely containing his internal smirk.

'There's NO WAY they all believe that, right?' Miyuki narrowed her eyes at the unfolding scene. One by one, the students nodded along, fully buying into the narrative Gon had effortlessly spun.

"WAIT." Shiyon's sharp voice cut through the chatter, his palm raised to command silence.

"Admirable, Gon-chun," Shiyon said as he stepped forward confidently, "but we've known each other for years." His tone was calm, yet carried the weight of his intent.

"You never took the initiative like this," he added, his observation making the room tense.

A heavy pause lingered as all eyes turned to Gon.

"..." Gon locked eyes with Shiyon, but his gaze faltered as he looked away.

'Damn it... How the HELL am I supposed to answer that?!' Gon thought, his fists clenched tightly. 'I need... I need to find those guys. But if Aniki catches on now, I won't get the chance…!'

Shiyon, undeterred, kept advancing, his voice steady and deliberate.

"You've always been one of my best," he continued. "You do what you're told—overenthusiastically, maybe—but that's always been your strength."

Shiyon leaned in closer, his tone dropping as his words struck with precision.

"But that's all you've ever been," he said, his voice almost a whisper. "Someone who follows orders."

Gon's breath hitched as his eyes widened in shock.

'A-Aniki…?' he thought, the realization dawning on him, his chest tightening as he quietly gasped.

"You do not have it in you to care that much about others to orchestrate this farce, this play," Shiyon declared, his voice sharp and unwavering.

"Farce...?" murmured the students who overheard, their voices a hushed ripple across the room.

"Shiyon-san's being harsh... It's Gon-san, after all!" one whispered, their tone uncertain.

"But... is he wrong?" another questioned hesitantly.

In that moment, Gon's reputation began to falter, the foundation of his bravado cracking under the weight of Shiyon's words.

"Then... something else must be going on here. Was Pillow... really that strong after all?" the murmurs grew louder, the students' collective doubt swirling.

'Fuck... that Harvester and his ungodly charisma,' Yuuto thought, narrowing his eyes at Shiyon. No one else dared to speak—not even the teacher, who remained silent in the corner.

"No," Shiyon continued, his words deliberate and cutting. "You've always followed orders from those stronger than you. Never once have you acted outside of your own self-interest—whether it was to gain standing in my eyes or to satisfy your outbursts."

He stepped closer to Gon, his voice dropping to a whisper, his words like daggers.

"So cut the bullshit, will you? And tell me what this is really about. If you do..." Shiyon paused, his expression unyielding. "I might just forgive you for lying."

"Might."

A shiver ran down Gon's spine, chilling him far more than the simmering anger burning inside.

But this was Shiyon—the person he admired above all else. The one whose approval he sought more than anything. Gon couldn't help but dwell on his words.

'He's right,' Gon thought bitterly, lowering his gaze. 'Aniki's... right.'

Memories of the mixer flashed through his mind, each one gnawing at him.

'I did it all just to rub it in that Pillow fucker's face. I only apologized to that wimp because it happened to me.' He thought about Shun, 'I don't care about anyone. Those girls...' His fists clenched tightly.

'They lost their minds because of that fucking drug. And it's all my fault.'

His nails dug into his palms as resolve began to surface. 'Fuck it. I'll just tell him and—'

"Ah, don't be harsh on Tsubasa-senpai!" a voice suddenly rang out, cutting through the tension like a blade. Heads turned in unison toward the source of the interruption.

"I asked him to do that! It was my idea, Shiyon-san!" the voice rang out, cheerful and confident, cutting through the tension and shifting the weight of attention away from Gon.

'That voice...!' Yuuto's eyes widened in recognition.

"Shizume-chun?" Shiyon tilted his head, his sharp gaze softening slightly as Sato stepped out of the crowd, his presence calm yet deliberate. He approached Gon, placing a gentle hand on his back.

"Yeah," Sato said smoothly, his tone measured and reassuring. "It was part of the Culture Club's initiative. I wanted to make sure everyone was prepared for the unexpected. Like, for instance, Sakurai-senpai secretly being strong. We need to ensure all our students are ready for the unthinkable..."

"Wouldn't you agree?" Sato added, his lips curling into a subtle smirk—barely perceptible, yet enough to reveal a glimmer of his true intentions.

"I thought it would be a good idea to stage a little play," he continued, his voice steady and composed. "A reminder for everyone about the dangers that can lurk in every corner. Though..." He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "...I didn't expect them to take it quite so far. Haha."

"Oh..." Shiyon smirked, his gaze fixed on Sato's composed demeanor.

"Ah, that makes much more sense..." murmurs began to ripple through the crowd.

"Sato-kun's always so enthusiastic when it comes to events..." someone whispered.

Gon clenched his teeth, rage simmering beneath his silence.

'To think... I needed saving by him. Is my resolve... really that weak?' his thoughts grew somber.

... Yuuno narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Sato's unshaken expression.

'Who's this little bitch? He doesn't even seem the least bit intimidated by Shiyon-nii.'