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

[Warning: Rape, Drug use.]

Defeated.

The boy looked down, unsure how to react. The breath of life had escaped him, his chest hollow as the sound of flesh striking flesh echoed through the room.

"Ahh... Ahh... Please... Stop... Hnnng... Haruto is... here...!"

Himiko gasped between ragged breaths, her feverish body slick with sweat, glistening in the dim light.

Once, she had begged the man to stop—her tear-streaked eyes pleading for mercy.

Now, she begged for Haruto to be let out. Her wide, trembling eyes locked onto him, desperate, pitiful—like a wounded pup.

"And soon, she'll beg to keep going," a voice murmured through the haze of cigarette smoke. "Whether you see it or not."

A man exhaled slowly, the ember at the tip of his cigarette glowing in the darkness. His tone was almost casual, as if discussing the weather.

"You get where we're going with this, right, Mr. Narukami? Tell us. Who is "Anti-NTR Man". The one that killed Kazuki's gang and Kyoya Guuji."

Haruto stood rigid, his gaze vacant, his body shaking as the brute leaned in close to Himiko.

A low chuckle rumbled from the man's throat, his breath hot against her skin.

"Tch. You've really been depriving your mommy by removing Kyoya, eh?" His voice was laced with mockery. "All those nights, I bet she was just dying for him to return. He was more of a man than you'll ever be."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear.

"Look at him, Himiko. Look at your sweet little boy watching you. Look at how fucking useless he is."

Himiko's body stiffened. Her lips quivered. But she didn't look at Haruto.

Not anymore.

The brute bared his teeth in a wicked grin.

"I bet deep down, you're relieved, huh? Finally, a real man. One who knows what to do with you. And not that selfish little wimp."

Himiko's breath hitched. She shook her head weakly, her lips parting in a broken gasp.

"He's not... Selfis—"

Her words crumbled as the man shoved his tongue in her mouth.

"Shut up and suck on it, bitch. I know you like it."

Haruto's breath caught.

He wasn't just watching her body be taken.

He was watching something far worse.

Something inside her break.

Himiko's eyes flickered toward him—one final, fleeting look.

Her heart had pounded for him once.

Now, it pounded harder, but it happened once she was kissed by the brute.

"Haruto... Haruto..."

"Man, this bitch really is strong, huh?"

The brute smirked as he pulled back, their lips parting—a thin string of saliva still connecting them.

His eyes gleamed with something vile.

"Takes quite a while to break a woman like this... but she will break."

He raised his free hand, fingers hovering over the small bag beside him.

"And if I just do this—"

His fingers dipped inside. A fine white powder clung to his fingertips.

"WAIT!!! WAIT! PLEASE—!"

Haruto's scream tore through the suffocating air. His body lunged forward instinctively, but the restraints held firm, biting into his skin.

The brute paused, turning his head.

Two sets of eyes landed on Haruto.

A slow smile crept onto the man's lips.

Haruto's chest heaved. His vision swam. His pulse pounded so hard it hurt.

"H-his name... is..."

His throat clenched. His tongue felt leaden.

His mother's eyes flickered toward him—pleading, desperate, barely holding on.

He squeezed his eyes shut.

"His name was... Sakurai." His voice came out hoarse. "He lives on Shadow Street. 1st."

Silence.

A slow drag. The ember of a cigarette glowed in the dimness.

"... Huh."

The man exhaled smoke, watching it swirl in the stagnant air.

"Sakurai, huh?"

He flicked the cigarette to the floor.

"Thanks."

Then, with a lazy gesture, he turned toward the towering, dark-skinned man standing behind Himiko.

"Oliver, you can finish her if you want. Remember to put him in the ground as well."

Haruto's breath failed him.

"WAIT—NO! YOU PROMISED!!!"

His scream cracked, raw and desperate. He thrashed violently, the ropes digging deep into his wrists.

But the man wasn't listening.

"H-Haruto..."

Himiko's voice barely carried over the chaos. Her lips parted, trembling.

The sneering brute loomed over her. His grip tightened.

Then—the powder met her skin.

A sharp inhale.

A single breath.

Her pupils dilated instantly.

Her body trembled.

Her lips quivered—then parted into a slow, blissful smile.

"Don't... look... I love you..."

Then, she wasn't there anymore.

The final thread snapped.

A wicked chuckle.

"Do you?" Oliver sneered, pressing in closer, deeper.

"Or do you prefer my cock more?"

Haruto's vision blurred. His body locked up.

His breath turned shallow.

And then—the words that shattered him.

"Haru… Y-... Your cock...!! Haah... It... Feels so good..!!"

"SAY YOU HATE YOUR SON IF YOU WANT ME TO KEEP GOING!"

"I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM SO MUUUUCH <3"

She moaned.

She smiled.

The world collapsed.

A deafening ringing filled his ears.

"Now then. Let's go and meet you, Mr. Sakurai." The man muttered as he walked out of the Narukami household.

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I have an important announcement regarding the direction of this novel.

A while back, when Chapter 76 was first released, I made a bold and drastic turn in the story. In the original version of the chapter, Sakura succumbed to the drug and had intercourse with Konro who was also hit with it. Minoru underestimated his opponents and was beaten. This led to Minoru entering a fit of rage, going on a killing spree, and escalating the intensity of the plot significantly.

The reaction to this was divisive. Some of you expressed distress and frustration, with comments like, "It turned into an NTR novel." or, "This is just for shock factor. I'm disappointed in you, Author." And, of course, the ever-common, "I'm dropping the novel. Bye." In response to that feedback, I made significant changes to the chapter and shifted the story's direction entirely, giving readers a much more favorable outcome than originally intended.

To this day, I regret that decision; even if the original chapter was "bad".

Since then, I've hesitated to take bold moves in the narrative. I held back, worried about upsetting readers—or, truthfully, worried about how their reactions would affect me. This reluctance led to a feeling of staleness in the story, with minor risks and no real progress. None of the main cast were ever in real danger simply because they were well-liked.

My original vision for Yuuto was, to put it bluntly, that he was a flawed person who fancied himself perfect. That means he is bound to lose a lot, to face significant challenges and painful losses—not an untouchable, unyielding figure protected by plot armor, but a broken vase held together by duct tape.

That experience, Yuuto's original vision, and the frustration caused by deviating from it taught me an important lesson, and I want to be upfront with you all about it:

Whether I fully agree with my original version back then or not today; I will not compromise my story again.

I understand that darker themes and challenging moments can be polarizing—especially given the themes here.

But for this novel to truly be an Anti-NTR story, it must confront those elements head-on. That means I won't shy away from writing uncomfortable or intense scenes when they are integral to the narrative. That includes NTR moments.

For those of you who have stuck with the novel until now, I deeply appreciate your support, and I hope you'll continue to enjoy the journey. I'm always open to constructive criticism and dialogue, but from this point forward, I will no longer make drastic changes out of fear of backlash or people dropping the novel. The story will remain true to the vision I have for it.

Thank you for understanding, and I hope you'll join me as the story moves forward.

Now, for the rest of the chapter.

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"Sakurai!"

Shun's voice rang out, but Yuuto didn't stop. He pushed forward, slipping past him as the murmuring students gradually dispersed.

Sato had arrived just in time, spinning a plausible excuse—this was all part of the Culture Club's performance.

A convenient lie. One that everyone nodded along to, despite the unease still lingering in the air.

Shiyon had no choice but to accept it.

But the ones from Class 3-1, the ones who had seen Yuuto's fist slam into Gon's face, weren't so easily convinced.

The contempt in their eyes had shifted.

Now, instead of looking down on him—they watched him with uneasy curiosity.

"There's more to it." That thought flickered through many minds.

Yuuto walked past them—past Shun, Riko, Miyuki—his footsteps heavy.

"Going home. Feeling like shit."

The words came out flat, devoid of care, as he marched forward, brushing past them without a second glance.

"Sakurai-senpai."

Sato's voice called out from behind. His footsteps quickened as he caught up, placing a hand lightly on Yuuto's shoulder.

He hesitated, then asked, "The sports festival is today... You're not coming?"

Yuuto slowed his stride, turning his head just enough to glance at him.

His eyes—half-lidded, unreadable, completely unbothered—lingered for a second. Then he remembered.

Attendance.

He exhaled through his nose.

"I have to take a really hard shit. I'll be back once I'm done." Silence.

Sato simply sighed, rubbing his temples. "Right."

Sato didn't press further as Yuuto turned away, walking off until he began to fade from sight.

Then, just as casually—"Tell me how she's doing while you're at it?"

His tone was light, but the relief in his smile was unmistakable.

Yuuto didn't reply. His head almost gave the slightest nod—just enough to be noticed, but not enough to confirm anything.

Then, just before he disappeared—

"Poop can't talk, dumbass." Yuuto let out.

Sato sighed, shaking his head.

A few steps later, Yuuto's shoulder collided with Gon's.

"Pillow."

Gon's voice was low, seething. His glare burned into Yuuto as he stood his ground.

"I collaborated with you. You promised. Now spill—everything you've got on Black Letter."

Yuuto didn't stop. "Nope."

His tone was flat, dismissive. "We're done. Forget it."

"IF YOU WON'T TELL ME, THEN I'LL—"

"You'll what?"

Yuuto turned, his cold, sharp gaze slicing through Gon's words like a blade.

"Tell your aniki you lied to his face about what really happened? About me?"

Yuuto stepped closer, a slow, wicked smirk curling at his lips.

"Let me make something clear—I'd prefer if my rep stayed the way it is."

His tone was casual, almost amused.

"Prefer. Not need. If you wanna tell the world I beat your ass, be my guest. I wonder..." His smirk widened.

"Which one of us do you think that'll hurt more?"

Gon's jaw clenched. His fists trembled at his sides.

"…!!! YOU BASTARD…! IS THAT WHAT YOU PLANNED ALL ALONG!?"

His growl came out hoarse, his breath ragged with fury.

Yuuto chuckled darkly.

"I wonder what your Aniki will do once he realizes you lied. First, I imagine he'll strip you outta your band. Then…" Yuuto tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting. "Maybe a beatdown?"

Gon's face twisted. His teeth bared.

"YOU… YOU FUCKING PROMISED!! YOU PROMISED TO TELL ME!!"

Yuuto's smirk didn't waver.

"I lied. That a shock to you?" he said dismissively as he turned around and walked away, leaving Gon confused and furious—but frozen, knowing there was nothing he could do.

Before long, Yuuto arrived at Sakura's house. He stood outside, staring at the window for a moment.

'I'll just climb up, take a look, and run…'

But as his eyes lingered on the window, he hesitated. He remembered the way she had rushed out of school, how anxious she seemed.

'She might not even be home. Instead of risking getting caught by her family, I'll just act normal. Just a classmate checking up on her.'

Sighing, he stepped forward and rang the doorbell at the entrance to the yard.

A few seconds later, a high-pitched voice answered, "Who is this..?"

'Her sister.' he deduced.

"My name is Sakurai. I came to check up on Sakura."

"Haha, your name is just like hers!" She expressed with a chuckle via the intercom.

There was a brief rustling, followed by a muffled voice. "Brother, what are you doing—"

Yuuto raised an eyebrow at the sounds of more movement.

"...?"

Then, a calmer but noticeably more mature voice came through the intercom. "...Who did you say you were?"

"Sakurai. I came to check up on her since she ran out of school without an explanation. Is she home?"

'Hmm... She has a stepbrother if I'm not mistaken. Why don't I remember finding out about him in my espionage?' Yuuto thought.

"...You say 'her' like I know who you mean. You a pedo or something?" the voice asked with a low growl.

"Are you retarde—" Yuuto began to say, before being cut off by the little sister.

"BROTHER! He probably meant big sis—"

"My little angel, I just want to protect you. That person was very cryptic. What if he means harm? What if he means harm to you? I wouldn't be able to live with myself. You have to watch out for people like him—"

"BIG SIS IS IN HER ROOM IF YOU WANT TO VISIT!" the high-pitched voice suddenly shouted through the intercom.

Yuuto's expression remained deadpan as he exhaled through his nose.

'I guess crazed people like them exist.' <---- A crazed person.

The door clicked open, and Yuuto stepped into the yard. Before he could reach the entrance, the door swung open.

Minoru stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, his silver hair catching the light. Behind him, his younger sister, Shiori, peeked over his shoulder.

His expression was lazy, yet sharp. Yuuto approached without much thought, unconcerned.

Shiori glanced up at her brother. She noticed it immediately—the subtle shift in his posture, the way his eyes visibly tensed at the sight of Yuuto.

"I'm Sakurai. Nice to meet you," Yuuto said casually, stopping in front of Minoru.

Minoru remained silent, his gaze steady—calculating.

Yuuto observed him in turn.

'Untrusting, huh?' he noted, narrowing his eyes slightly. 'That, and he looks kind of strong.'

Yuuto could just tell. 'If I had to guess… about as strong as Harvester? No… even stronger, probably.'

'He's not someone I want as an enemy. For now.'

Without a word, Yuuto lowered his hand into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. From it, he retrieved his ID card.

'At least I won't have to waste my resources protecting her if he's around.'

He held up the card.

"Here," he said evenly. "I'm not someone shady."

Minoru took the card, his fingers brushing against Yuuto's as he did.

And then—a barely perceptible flinch.

So brief, so minuscule that only Shiori noticed.

'Brother...?' She tilted her head slightly, sensing something was off.

"If I'm intruding," Yuuto began, "just tell me if she's fine, and I'll leave—"

"Fine. You can see her." Minoru interjected, handing the card back with a measured ease.

Yuuto raised an eyebrow. "I said, it's fine if I'm intruding—"

"You're not intruding. Just get in." Minoru sighed, looking away as he stepped back inside.

Shiori hesitated for a moment before moving aside, her gaze flicking between her brother and Yuuto, confusion evident in her expression.

"She's upstairs," Minoru said, nodding toward the staircase as he walked ahead.

'Awfully receptive, aren't you?' Yuuto thought, narrowing his eyes slightly. 'Such a weakness. What if I was actually shady and knew how to cover my tracks?'

His gaze lingered on Minoru's back as they ascended the stairs. 'Is he just lenient, maybe?'

After a moment, Yuuto spoke up. "Ah, I forgot to ask for your name."

Minoru didn't respond at first.

Then, after a beat—

"...It's Minoru. Nice to meet you." His voice was quiet, restrained, his head kept facing forward as they neared Sakura's room.

Yuuto's expression remained neutral, but a thought flickered in his mind.

'Didn't he call me a pedo a few moments ago?'

He glanced at Minoru, studying him. 'What's with this guy? Bipolar, maybe?'

Pushing the thought aside, he stopped in front of Sakura's door.

"Sakura. You've got a visitor," Minoru said.

"...I can't see anyone." Her voice was quiet, almost lifeless. "Even if it's Yahiko. Tell them to go away."

"...It's me."

Yuuto's voice cut through the stillness.

A quiet gasp escaped from inside the room.

"I just came to see if you were okay. I saw, so I'll leave—"

"...You can come in."

Her reply was barely above a whisper.

Yuuto flinched slightly, discomfort tightening his chest. 'Damn it. Just let me leave. I got what I came for.'

Without hesitation, Minoru pushed the door open, revealing the dimly lit room.

Yuuto stepped inside, his posture unchanged. The door clicked shut behind him.

'So… why did I walk in just now?'

"...Hey," Yuuto said, his voice uncharacteristically timid as he stood in the midst of the disorganized room.

Sakura sat in the corner, her knees drawn to her chest, barely acknowledging his presence.

'Okay. Now what?'