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

"Koko, come with me. I need you on this Sakurai investigation." The man spoke into his phone as he walked, his tone casual but firm.

"Don't be like that," he added, adjusting his pace. "Oliver's lust has been handled. He won't be ogling you or anything. Besides, I've called in extra people—" his voice lowered slightly, "—considering he allegedly took out Kazuki and Kyoya's gang."

A brief pause.

"Also," his tone sharpened, "since he lives alone, we'll need leverage. Grab someone from his class—doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl. Though…" he scoffed, "preferably a female, considering he calls himself Anti-NTR Man."

There was a slight pause before he added, "Sounds like the kind of name a frustrated teenage virgin would come up with after watching too much porn."

Silence on the other end. Then, a quiet confirmation.

"Good. See you soon. Oh, last thing...." His gaze darkened.

"You know not to tell the boss, right? We don't want him to know we looked into his new golden boy's territory." He sighed.

"Good." He said as he hung up.

He pocketed his phone just as he arrived at Yuuto's front door. He took a moment, glancing up at the house with a smirk.

"Nice joint, Anti-NTR Man."

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'What do I mean, "now what"?' Yuuto thought. 'Questioning, that's what. What happened? How was she drugged? When? Who? Their appearances, their involvement—I need answers. Stay focused. Don't get distracted.'

Yuuto's gaze swept the room.

'That's all I came here for. That's all I need to do.'

"So. What happened back at—"

"You were right."

Her voice was unsteady, cutting through his words as she clutched her knees, staring down.

Yuuto blinked.

"...I'm right about everything of things. What do you mean, specifically?" His voice was steady, the dim light casting sharp shadows as he remained by the door.

She trembled, her fingers tightening into fists.

"...Look at me," she whispered, her voice raw. "I am exactly the weak person you said I was. I bent over easily, like you said... And got messed up for it."

Yuuto's throat tightened. He looked down, searching for words, but nothing came.

"Could've happened to anyone," he muttered at last.

'What's wrong with me? She's right about herself. So why the hell am I trying to comfort her?'

Sakura's hands dug deeper into her arms, her nails pressing into her skin.

"FUCK YOU." The words came out sharp, almost cracking.

"You came here just to rub it in my face, didn't you!?" she snapped, her voice rising as she glared at him through the darkness. "IF NOT, THEN WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"

"...None of it was your fault, Sakura," Yuuto responded, his tone gentler now, quieter. "You were caught in a situation beyond your control. Because of me. I'm... sorry." His voice nearly trembled.

'Why can't I look at her?'

'I don't care about her.'

'…Right?'

He inhaled sharply.

'Then why did it bother me that she went there?'

'Why did I lose it when I saw her cave in back then? People bend all the time. It's not my problem.'

'So why was it different with her... Hm, she went because of what I said. Because I lost myself back then.'

'That makes it my responsibility. That's why.' He thought to himself, though feeling as if he wasn't able to fully convince himself.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips.

"Ha… HA HA!" She dragged a hand down her face, laughing through gritted teeth, her expression manic as her voice shattered his train of thought.

"LOOK AT PATHETIC SAKURA!!!" she mocked, her voice shrill. "SHE GOT UPSET BECAUSE SENPAI WAS MEAN TO HER, SO SHE RAN OFF TO A MIXER TO PROVE SHE WASN'T WEAK AND BEND EASILY—AND GOT DRUGGED AND ALMOST RAPED FOR IT!"

Yuuto inhaled sharply.

Her laughter turned hollow.

"The great Sakurai-senpai, who keeps 'saving me' and Kiriko like some overprotective, self-righteous CREEP, had SUCH a big space in my head that I went out just to SPITE him." She gritted her teeth, the weight of it hitting her all at once.

Her hands clenched tighter.

"And now?" Her voice broke. "Now he gets to say, 'I told you so.' Right?"

Her breath hitched, and before she could stop herself, she curled into herself, her shoulders trembling.

Yuuto stood frozen, his hands at his sides, watching her. His thoughts ceased.

"I... know my apology might not mean much," he started, his gaze falling to the ground.

"But I am sorry. You didn't deserve any of what happened. And... I regret not appreciating your kindness earlier. I realize now..."

That when I saw those guys approaching you, coercing you into something you didn't choose… I was seeing my own fears reflected in you.

Sakura stiffened, then let out a sharp breath.

"...What…? So it all comes back to you, doesn't it?" she muttered. Then her voice snapped.

"Great. You apologized. Good for you. Now get out!!!"

Yuuto didn't move. His eyes remained fixed on the floor, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

"...I SAID GET OUT!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"

Her screams tore through the room. She grabbed whatever she could—pillows, books, a half-empty bottle—and hurled them at him with all her might. Yuuto barely flinched.

As she stepped fully into the light, her disheveled state was laid bare—hair tangled, eyes red and swollen from an hour of crying. She was trembling, her body straining with every breath.

Then, suddenly, her voice dropped to a whisper.

"…You know what's truly insane…?"

She swallowed, her lips trembling before curling into something twisted.

"Even after everything… when I saw Yahiko-kun…" Her fingers curled into her sleeves. "Despite no longer being drugged, despite knowing exactly what happened… I… I almost couldn't control myself."

Her breath hitched.

"I wanted him. In every way. More than I cared about anything else. Even my own mom and dad…" She let out a breathless laugh, eyes dark and hollow.

"And I still do. I STILL FEEL THAT WAY."

She let the words hang, let them weigh on the air like a curse. Then, suddenly, her breath turned sharp, manic.

"Hahaha… ISN'T THAT CRAZY!?" Her voice pitched upward, laughing at her own despair. "I REALLY AM THAT PATHETIC, JUST LIKE YOU ALWAYS THOUGHT!"

Her fingers dug into her arms, nails pressing deep into her skin.

"I'M CLEARLY NOT WORTH YOUR TIME, SO GET LOST! I'M A MESS NOW, JUST LIKE YOU SAID—"

Then she stopped.

Her eyes flickered with something new.

"...Or wait..."

She took a step forward.

Then another.

Yuuto barely had time to react before she was in front of him, pressing him against the wall.

She was close—too close. Her breath warm against his skin, her hands moving to his chest, tracing over the fabric of his white, long-sleevedshirt.

"S-so muscular... Haha... Maybe you're here… because you want me…?" Her voice wavered, trembling between hysteria and something dangerously intimate.

Her hands slid lower. Her breath was uneven, her gaze locked onto his.

"That makes things simple, doesn't it?"

She let out a shuddering breath.

"I'm vulnerable right now…" she murmured, her fingers curling against his torso.

She tilted her head back, eyes locking onto his.

"Go ahead." Her grin was wild, unhinged. "See if you can fix me properly this time."

Then—she stopped.

Her smirk vanished.

Her breath hitched.

Her mouth parted slightly as she finally saw it.

Yuuto's eyes.

And the tears welling in them.

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"S-Sakurai...?" Sakura's voice wavered, barely above a whisper.

A single tear slipped down Yuuto's cheek.

Her breath hitched. Slowly, hesitantly, she reached out, her fingertips brushing against his skin as she wiped it away—

Then, Yuuto shoved her hand aside.

Not just her hand—her entire body.

Before she could react, he was already moving.

He bolted for the door, his gaze locked to the ground, his breath sharp.

Minoru stood just outside, watching. He had time to react, time to stop him—but he didn't as he stood outside of Sakura's door.

He simply stepped aside, silently letting Yuuto pass as he rushed toward the main entrance of the house.