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

[Trust me, ya'll. You WANT to read this one through >:).]

Yuuto's Terms of Service:

11. Should the job go smoothly, you will never be bothered by the same character again.

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[WARNING: Drug Use. Gore.]

"Found someone, sir." A feminine voice murmured into her phone as she lurked around the corner of Sakura's house, watching intently. Yuuto had just left.

"No... make that two."

With a confident stride, she approached the house, her gaze locking onto the small silhouette of Shiori joyfully hopping around in the living room.

A gruff, composed voice rumbled through the receiver. "Good, Koko. Any trouble getting her here?"

Koko's lips curled into a smirk. "No. I confirmed it—only three souls in the house. The girl he visited is on the uppermost floor, a middle schooler, and some flimsy pretty boy." She tilted her head, grin widening.

"There's no one here who can stop me."

A chuckle rumbled on the other end. "Just don't overdo it. We need her intact—to break him more efficiently. And if possible, grab the kid too. You know we're short on young ones."

"Of course... sir." The smile never left her face as she ended the call. Without hesitation, she climbed over the front gate and strode toward the house.

'Now to lockpick and—'

The moment she bent over the lock—

A fist exploded through the door.

"GAA—!"

Her breath hitched, eyes going bloodshot—widening in disbelief and sheer alarm.

She looked up at the source.

A silver tiger glared back at her.

'I... DIDN'T... SEE... A TIGE...R...'

Her mind fractured under the shock.

Bone crunched. Blood splattered.

Her body crumpled instantly, nose shattered—unconscious before she even hit the ground.

"Big Brooooo~ Is someone there?" Shiori's voice chimed from inside.

Minoru flexed his hand, shaking off the sting.

"Ahh, no, my angel! I just realized I forgot to buy some eggs! I'll be right back~" he called out smoothly, already stepping over Koko's limp body.

"BUT YOU NEVER BUY THIIIIIINNGS~" She called cheerfully.

With a swift motion, he hoisted her onto his shoulders.

His eyes darkened.

'Now then...'

'Time to end you fuckers.'

His gaze glowed with unspoken menace as he disappeared from sight.

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Yuuto leaned against the entrance to his house, breathing heavily.

"Goddamn it..."

His eyes flicked to his phone, the message glaring back at him—the one that had popped up just before he left Sakura's house.

[I NEED YOUR HELP. PLEASE COME. IM AT YOUR HOUSE --- HARUCUCK]

'What was I thinking giving that mommy fucker my phone number?' He exhaled sharply, pocketing his phone as he stepped through the gate.

Then he froze.

The front door was ajar.

His gaze sharpened, scanning the dark interior.

Someone had broken in.

And it sure as hell wasn't Haruto. That idiot would've waited outside.

But… someone had used Haruto's phone to lure him here.

'Shit. SHIT.' Yuuto gripped his phone tighter.

'His father's a mess and broke. He couldn't have pulled this off. Kyoya Guuji is dead. Kazuki's gang is gone. No one should know to come after Haruto. And more importantly…'

His jaw tightened.

'They broke into MY house.'

A slow exhale. His muscles tensed.

'Good thing Mom and Dad are on vacation again. Good thing they're always away, or they might've gotten caught up in this.'

His fist clenched.

'So, someone knows it was me. But... who?!'

His mind raced. Nothing clicked. Too many unknowns. 'Fuck. I'll figure it out later. Right now… I need to save them.'

Staying low, he crept around the yard, peering inside.

There. A shadowy figure stood just beyond the doorway, lurking—waiting to strike.

'…Can't break the windows. Mom and Dad would kill me. Front door it is.'

He exhaled through his nose, rolling his shoulders.

'Did you really think...'

His foot shot forward—

BANG!

The door exploded open.

"SUCH OBVIOUS BAIT WOULD WORK ON ME?!"

A mannequin toppled over behind the door.

Yuuto's breath hitched.

A mannequin.

A decoy.

"Yep."

The voice came from behind him.

Yuuto whipped around—

Too late.

"Nice bat."

A blur of metal.

Pain.

A searing white. Then red. Then—

Darkness.

Yuuto hit the ground. Unconscious.

"Hey there, Cuckooto."

His own voice—flat, detached.

He sat beneath a tree, the mountain air crisp against his skin.

Haruto sat on the opposite side of the tree, shoulders hunched, eyes hollow. Back then—after Kyoya had tricked Himiko and Haruto, leaving him stranded alone on the mountain.

"Sakurai..." Haruto murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, lost in the wind.

Yuuto exhaled slowly. "Why didn't you kill yourself?"

Haruto hesitated. "I..." His gaze dropped to his arms. "I was about to. But... just as I was about to cut my wrist, I looked at them and thought—ahh... I won't feel them swell from working out again."

A pause.

"Huh." Yuuto looked down, his expression unreadable. "Hmm."

"My friend's workout regime is just that good." He smirked faintly. "Obviously, it'd stop you from dying."

Haruto let out a breath—half a chuckle. "Haha..."

Then a grin. "I guess I'm alive thanks to you, then!"

"10,000 yen per case is a steal!" Haruto had shouted once, his voice brimming with life. "You should charge more!"

"I KNOW, CUCK." He said with a confident grin.

Yuuto watched as he reached for Himiko's hand, the two of them stepping into the light together.

Haruto stopped.

He turned back.

Yuuto then furrowed his brow. "Hm?"

"Sakurai," he said, his voice quieter now. "I want you to know..."

A beat.

"You saved my life."

His eyes held warmth, gratitude.

Yuuto met his gaze, silent. Unmoving.

"And you taught me how to be brave." He said as he gave Himiko a warm glance.

A soft, genuine smile.

"Thank you."

Then, a final farewell.

"Take care, alright? If it's you, you can do it."

Hand in hand, he and Himiko stepped forward, vanishing into the bright horizon together.

Yuuto clenched his fists.

The light around him flickered.

Died.

Shadows crawled, swallowing the world whole.

'No, cuck.' His gaze darkened.

'I was the one who killed you.'

Reality crashed down on him like a tidal wave.

Blood—thick, warm, pooling beneath him. The metallic scent was suffocating. His wrists burned against the restraints binding him to the chair. His head pounded, body aching from an unseen number of wounds.

Yuuto's vision swam as his eyes flickered open, half-lidded and soaked in crimson.

Haruto and Himiko lay sprawled before him.

Still. Lifeless.

Himiko's lips were frozen in a manic grin, her wide eyes staring into nothing. Her body lay bare, exposed, untouched by any visible wounds—yet her mouth foamed slightly, her expression eerily twisted in death.

Beside her, Haruto's body slumped unnaturally. His face was locked in an expression of pure dread, his half-lidded eyes unmoving, unflinching.

His skull had been caved in.

A voice cut through the haze, smooth and unhurried. "Thought you'd appreciate us bringing your 'clients' here."

A chair scraped against the floor as someone took a seat in front of him.

Yuuto remained silent, slowly lifting his head.

He was surrounded.

At least twenty men. Maybe more.

None of them covered their faces.

That could only mean one thing—they never let anyone they meet leave alive.

At a glance, each of them seemed at least on Kyoya Guuji's level.

And then there was him.

The man sitting across from Yuuto, a dark hat casting a shadow over his face. Calm. Confident. Legs sprawled in a posture of absolute ease.

Danger.

Yuuto's instincts screamed at him. This wasn't an enemy he could fight. Someone leagues above Shiyon... And even Minoru.

"Look at me." A sharp slap cracked through the room, colliding with Yuuto's cheek.

Yuuto's head snapped to the side, blood spitting from his lips.

He exhaled slowly, then turned his gaze forward.

His blank, lifeless eyes met the man's.

For an instant, silence.

Then, a sneer.

"Anti-NTR Man."

Snickers and jeers echoed around him.

The man smirked. "Look at you. The great Anti-NTR Man, finally caught by us—" he gestured theatrically, "—the villains."

Laughter erupted around the room.

Yuuto said nothing. His gaze flicked to the corpses.

"Ah. Don't bother." The man waved a hand dismissively. "They're dead dead."

Yuuto's breath hitched.

The man leaned in slightly, voice dripping with mockery. "Oh, and soon enough, my colleague will be here with that girl you spoke to earlier."

A pause.

Then, a grin.

"This colleague went in the moment you got out of there. Just an FYI."

Yuuto's fingers twitched.

"Her family's all dead too by now, probably."

Another taunt. Another dagger twisted in.

"All thanks to you, Anti-NTR Man."

He chuckled, rising from his seat.

Yuuto's gaze dropped. His breathing shallow.

The man tilted his head. "Oh? Lowering your eyes? Heh... maybe you finally get it."

Yuuto inhaled deeply.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

His muscles tensed against the restraints.

Then, he lifted his gaze, meeting the man's eyes directly.

The man leaned in slightly, amused by the sudden shift.

Yuuto lunged.

His teeth bared, aiming straight for the man's neck like a feral beast.

But—

The man moved backwards seamlessly.

"Oh, nice one!" He called mockingly.

Yuuto missed.

Momentum carried him forward—crashing to the ground, chair and all.

Before he could react, a boot swung up—slamming into his chin.

Pain exploded in his skull.

"Rrrgh...!!!! RHHAAAA!!!"

His vision flickered.

Yuuto growled in agony, his body tensing with pure rage.

"RRRRRRRRRAAAAAHHH!!!!!" He roared.

Desperate, he twisted, snapping his jaws at the man's tendon—only to be kicked in the face again.

Hard.

His body flew back, crashing into the wooden floor of his house as the wooden chair splintered beneath him.

The restraints snapped.

Yuuto was free.

With a guttural snarl, he lunged forward, his body moving on pure instinct. He didn't care anymore—he was going to kill this bastard.

"GRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

But the man only laughed. A cruel, condescending chuckle, dripping with amusement. With a casual step back, he snapped his fingers.

From the shadows, a figure emerged.

Large. Towering. Monstrous.

A foreigner built like a wall, thick with brute strength and unshakable confidence. His cold, sneering gaze bore down on Yuuto from above.

Yuuto didn't stop. He couldn't.

He swung with everything he had—a punch thrown with raw, desperate power. But it never landed.

Oliver caught his fist effortlessly.

Yuuto gritted his teeth, pushing back, struggling against the overwhelming force. His arm trembled under the grip, but it didn't budge.

The man watching smirked. "You all stay out of this. Oliver, have some fun with him."

Then, he turned to Yuuto, his voice tinged with mockery.

"You should be grateful, Anti-NTR Man. After all, he's the one who raped that bitch to death and killed that boy of hers."

Yuuto's heartbeat spiked.

Haruto's voice echoed in his head—"I guess I'm alive thanks to you, then!"

But the memory collapsed under a tide of red. Blood. Crushed bone. His friend's skull, bashed in, sat at the edges of his vision. A sight that grew sharper, clearer... all-consuming.

The man's grin widened as he watched Yuuto's expression shift. "Let me tell you—he's quite sadistic."

A pause.

Then, the final twist of the knife.

"He killed the boy while she was overcome with the drug. Even while he died, she couldn't stop riding Oliver."

Laughter erupted around the room.

Yuuto's vision narrowed to nothing but red.

A sickening chorus of amusement.

Something in Yuuto's mind snapped.

Yuuto lunged—headfirst, full force.

Pain screamed through his palm as Oliver's grip crushed his hand, but he ignored it.

His forehead slammed into Oliver's nose. Blood splattered.

Oliver barely reacted.

Yuuto didn't stop.

His knee shot up—driving into Oliver's crotch with everything he had.

Nothing.

No recoil. No flinch.

Not even a twitch.

Yuuto snarled, his breath ragged. "GRRRRRRR!!!!"

But Oliver only tilted his head.

Almost… disappointed.

Then—

A single, bone-crushing punch.

Yuuto's vision fractured. His body collapsed instantly, gasping for air.

Before he could even process the pain, Oliver's leg swept forward.

Yuuto's world tilted.

The ground slammed into his back.

The man watching chuckled, stepping over Yuuto's crumpled form.

A sneer.

"Weak," he muttered.

Yuuto's gaze drifted—

To Haruto.

His skull—crushed. Brains spilling out onto the floor in a grotesque, unrecognizable mess.

His breath hitched.

"Haa... Haa..."

The sight of it made his stomach twist, his body locking up.

The man chuckled. "Hooo...? You liked that guy, Anti-NTR Man?"

Yuuto said nothing. His body trembled.

"Didn't think you'd be a homo."

Mocking laughter echoed as he lazily signaled to Oliver.

Yuuto's thoughts spiraled.

'10,000 yen... I need to pay him back...'

His fingers twitched. 'I... failed...'

A cold shiver ran down his spine.

The man smirked. "Thanks."

He dipped his fingers into a small bag Oliver handed him.

White powder clung to his fingertips.

"MD-01." He exclaimed as he looked at his now-powdered fingers with caution.

Yuuto's blurry vision locked onto him.

"Oh, don't look at me." The man smirked, his tone laced with mockery. "Oliver."

A sudden force slammed Yuuto's head against the ground. His skull throbbed with pain, but it was nothing compared to what he was being forced to see.

Haruto.

The gaping hole in his head. The lifeless, vacant stare.

The man's voice was almost amused. "The reason why is because you're a homo, right? You wanna fuck that guy, right? That's why I can't have you looking at me while I'm giving you this drug. Don't worry—I'm gonna help you."

He let the words linger, savoring the moment. A deliberate, agonizing silence.

"With this."

Yuuto's fingers twitched as his mind struggled to process what was happening.

"Oliver used the same drug on the woman."

His breath stalled.

"It made her go into a frenzy. Ride him until she forgot everything she cared about—until she eventually died of heart failure. Crazy, huh?"

The words slithered into his ears like poison.

"We made the same variant for men too. I should be careful not to inhale it…" The man chuckled. "Well, anyone who took in too much eventually died. Heart attack, exhaustion… same thing."

Yuuto's muscles screamed to move, to kill. But Oliver's weight pinned him down.

A guttural growl escaped him, deep and primal. "GRRR…!!!!"

'NO... I DIDN'T FAIL!!!! I CAN'T… FAIL HERE…!!!! NOT TO THIS FUCKER…!!! FUCKER!!!!!' His mind roared in despair, but all that came out were incoherent, animalistic snarls as he thrashed against Oliver's grip.

The man smirked. "But you? You should be grateful."

A pause. A sneer.

"At least you'll get to fuck his corpse with wild abandon."

The room erupted in laughter.

"The way Oliver railed his mom while he died…"

The man crouched down, his breath warm against Yuuto's face.

Yuuto struggled violently, his mind clawing for control.

He couldn't move.

The man's smirk deepened.

"Goodbye, Anti-NTR Man."

Fingers abruptly pinned against Yuuto's nose.

A sharp inhale.

A violent, chemical burn in his lungs.

His pupils dilated.

His vision fractured.

Darkness.

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They say the greatest attributes of the human race are willpower and love. People are driven by the motivation created by those feelings and forces.

But if you were to ask this story's protagonist about his opinion on the matter, he would tell you something you might find disheartening and bizarre...

He would say: Pleasure.

Everyone's driving force is pleasure, disguised as those feelings. Hidden by a farce called chivalry.

But he is different.

Something that even he himself is not aware of.

His innate driving force...

... Is not pleasure.

It's pain.

Rage.

"That's at least the gist of it. How is it, Kurose-kun? The main character is based on you, you know!"

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"S-... en...pa.i..."

A weak, gurgling voice cut through the haze.

"Stop... It's... me... Minoru..."

Minoru choked on his own blood, his body trembling beneath the crushing weight pinning him down.

A powerful hand clenched around his throat, unrelenting.

Yuuto loomed over him, his grip ironclad—his knuckles stained deep crimson.

The room reeked of death.

Over twenty bodies lay scattered across the room—limbs twisted at unnatural angles, throats torn open, faces rendered unrecognizable beneath thick streaks of blood. The once pristine walls were now drenched in violent shades of red, a grotesque tapestry of carnage.

The foreigner's massive frame lay motionless, his lifeless body pooling in its own blood. His manhood had been ripped away, the wound gaping, raw, and brutal.

The man in the hat had met an equally gruesome fate. His scalp had been torn from his skull, leaving his exposed bone gleaming under the dim light. His wide, panic-stricken eyes remained frozen in death, forever capturing the moment of his horror. A few meters away, his severed scalp lay discarded, a final testament to his end.

A massacre.

And Yuuto stood at the center of it.

But his gaze was empty—unseeing.

Like a beast still lost in the frenzy.

Minoru gasped, his nails scraping weakly against Yuuto's wrist, his strength fading.

"Senpai... please..."

For the first time since the slaughter began—

Yuuto blinked.

The haze cracked.

Reality seeped in.

His fingers twitched. His breath caught.

Yuuto's grip loosened.

'What... Happened...?' Yuuto thought as he looked around, taking in the scene of death; his gaze eventually landing on Minoru.