What’s important in NTR! That is "a heart that cares for the other person"!!

They might say who am I to talk, but this is actually a serious matter.

If you’re betrayed by someone you don’t care about, or called small-dicked over a video letter, what comes forth is only anger and murderous intent.

NTR is about the overwhelming mind-destroying space that is born when the love and friendship built up between the netorare man and the netorare woman-slut is betrayed, creating a cosmic sandstorm of shattered gears.

In other words, what NTR needs is “love,” and loving someone and destroying their mind are two sides of the same coin.

I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore, but in the end, what I, Reiko, always do is basically pour a dose of my “love poison” into someone, making them addicted to me.

By making them depend completely on my love, I dull their ability to think and make judgments, and push things forward in my favor. That’s my basic strategy.

Never hand over the power of life and death to someone else!

I thought I heard Giyuu Tomioka shouting that inside me, but I’m more of a Hantengu type girl than a Tanjiro. Someday the magistrate will come to judge my sins, but until that moment comes, I will keep running full speed as a netorare woman-slut.

As such a Hantengu-type girl, I had already found a new prey candidate for other man right after starting middle school.

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When did I—Shirase Yuri—start feeling uncomfortable with boys?

Was it when Kazu-kun, the neighbor boy, made fun of my glasses back in kindergarten?

Was it when my classmates in elementary school hid my books as a prank?

Or was it when I reached puberty and began feeling unpleasant gazes on my unnecessarily growing chest?

Each incident might have been just a small scratch, but little by little they piled up, and along with my sensitive adolescent heart, it grew into a mild phobia of men.

Before I knew it, people around me treated me like fragile glass. It wasn’t bullying, but more like, “she’s a hassle so I don’t really want to get involved with her.” Honestly, if someone like me had been around me, I would have acted the same way.

By the time I entered middle school, I was hunching my back to hide the fat on my chest that drew unpleasant stares, and to reject unnecessary contact from others I buried myself in the world of books.

Books are good. They don’t say mean things to me, they don’t mock me if I stutter and can’t speak well. They give me stories and knowledge exactly as much as I seek. As long as I had books, I didn’t need friends. It might have been bravado, but it wasn’t a lie.

"Good morning, everyone!"

Even so, there was someone I admired.

When she entered the classroom, the atmosphere instantly lit up.

Her pure white skin, her glossy black hair. Her well-proportioned features and bright, clear eyes.

Hiding my heating cheeks behind my book as my heartbeat raced, I peeked at her as she entered the classroom.

Her name is Netora Reiko-san.

The popular one, beautiful and kind, but without arrogance, approachable… she was perfect, like she had jumped out of a storybook, and before I knew it, she had become my admiration.

I never thought something as outrageous as becoming like her. But if I could become her friend… that alone would surely become the best memory of my middle school life.

…But it would only remain as a thought.

Around her were always people shining at the top of the school caste. Someone plain and gloomy like me had no place among them.

Surely she hadn’t even remembered the name of someone like me, with whom she had only exchanged a few words.

But even so, it was enough. Just looking at her from afar, always bright and beautiful, healed me. If I asked for more, surely nothing good would come of it.

That’s what I thought.

After school, I escaped into the world of books alone in the Literature Club room.

Honestly, I didn’t want to join a club, but at this school club participation was mandatory, so I reluctantly joined the Literature Club as it was closest to my hobby.

I vaguely dreamed that maybe I’d make a reading friend… but reality wasn’t so kind.

Apparently this Literature Club was just a dumping ground for people who thought the same thing, and most members were just names on the roster, ghosts. Because of that, the person in the clubroom today was only me again.

The advisor teacher was hands-off, so aside from when I handed in the application, I’d never spoken with them. For club activity, it was enough to produce a poem or a story once a month, and then do whatever you want. Easy, but is this club really okay?

"…n"

Suddenly, my eyes fell on a bookshelf in the corner of the room.

Maybe the advisor or another member had been here, because its contents were slightly disordered.

Once I notice something like this, I can’t leave it alone, so I began organizing it.

"Gu… nnnuu…!"

I couldn’t quite reach the top shelf.

I should have gotten a stepladder, but being lazy I stretched up on tiptoes and reached.

Even so, for a girl, I was unnecessarily tall. Over 160 cm, taller than many boys my age. Combined with my unnecessarily big chest, I always drew people’s eyes, which was mostly just a disadvantage, but at times like this it helped.

"Just a little more…!"

Knock knock.

While I was on tiptoes, a knock came from behind me.

"Excuse meee."

"———!?"

I heard a voice.

My admired one. Beautiful, sweet voice.

"Hya-hyai!?"

The next moment, panicking, I lost my balance and was buried in an avalanche of books tumbling from the shelf.

"…Huh? You’re Shirase-san, right? From our class."

"———, ah… y-yes. That’s… right…"

Am I dreaming?

The admired Netora-san suddenly came to the Literature Club, and she even remembered the name of someone like me, who had barely ever spoken to her…

"Wow, so Shirase-san is in the Literature Club. I never knew since we didn’t really talk."

"Y-yeah… I’ve always… l-liked books. I thought… if I could make friends with the same hobby, I’d be happy…"

"I see! I read all kinds of books too. I wish I’d talked with you sooner, Shirase-san."

"R-really? …Um, me too, I’ve always wanted to talk with you, Netora-san… from a long time ago…"

She listened happily, smiling, to my stammering, terrible talking, and even said she wished we’d talked sooner…

"Shirase-san. I’d really like to join the Literature Club. Is that okay?"

——What is this. This is way too convenient.

Ah, God, please.

If this is a dream, kill me now.

If I have to return to reality after tasting such sweet poison, I’d rather die.

But the dream didn’t end, it kept continuing.

"Umm… hey, Shirase-san. What should I write here?"

In the clubroom, as she began filling out the application form, Netora-san sat down next to me with her pen, looking troubled.

Close close close close! Our shoulders are touching! She’s soft! She smells so good!

"Uh, um, that’s where you write your reason for joining, but the advisor is easygoing, so it’s probably fine even blank…"

Trying desperately not to let my agitation or desire show, I lectured her, and Netora-san smiled brightly and thanked me.

"Thanks, Yuri-chan! …Ah."

"Fueh!? Y-Yuri-cha…!?"

"S-sorry Shirase-san! That was too familiar, wasn’t it…?"

She looked downhearted for accidentally calling me by my first name, and I hurried to cover for her.

"I-it’s fine! Really! …In fact, if you don’t mind, I’d be happy if you’d call me Yuri…"

"Really!? Then call me Rei too, Yuri-chan♪"

What is this overly cute creature!? Too cute!!

"…Somehow, both Shirase-san and Rei-chan seem to have completely forgotten that I, Yuuki, am even here…"

"—Yeah. Now we just need to stamp it and submit it, and it’s fine."

"Then we’ll have to take it home and give it to the advisor tomorrow. Thanks for explaining everything, Yuri-chan!"

"N-no, it’s fine. Don’t worry… Rei-chan."

How long had it been since I last called someone by their first name?

Not admiration, but purely because I had made a new friend for the first time in so long, my heart was filled with a mysterious elation.

"Then, see you in class tomorrow!"

She said that, then suddenly spread her arms and hugged me.

"Hyuu—!?"

Nearly dying of shock, I heard her companion—the boy… um, what was his name again? My head was full of Rei-chan and I forgot—but anyway, the boy with her, gave a warning.

"Rei-chan, just so you know, even between girls harassment is still harassment."

"What are you saying, Yuu-kun. Between girls this much is normal."

Is it?

At least for a loner like me, there was nothing “normal” like this.

But if she said so, then surely this was “normal.”

I was about to accept that, but—

"…Fufu, that’s right. This is normal. So Yuri, you don’t need to hold back at all…"

"!!?"

A chillingly seductive whisper tickled my ear.

The next moment, Rei-chan pulled away, smiling as cheerfully as ever as if nothing had happened.

"Alright then, let’s go home, Yuu-kun."

"Yeah. See you tomorrow too, Shirase-san."

I just stood there, dumbfounded, watching the two of them leave the school.

"…Normal. This is… normal…?"

As if searching for the remnants of her whisper, I put my hand to my ear.

I thought I could hear the sound of something deep inside me, hidden away, starting to collapse.

——Everything was going according to plan.

Back home, I, Reiko, was very satisfied with today’s results.

Because I had secured another SSR role, the lesbian netorare target Shirase Yuri.

I had already known she had leanings toward same-sex attraction right after enrollment.

Because in my past life as an adulterer, I had stolen even lesbian couples. Yes, in my past life I had committed humanity’s eighth deadly sin, inserting myself between yuri couples.

With those observation skills, I could tell immediately that Shirase Yuri’s gaze toward me was a little “different.”

I’m a girl who can even accommodate LGBT. Even if they’re homosexual, I’ll fold them equally into NTR, as a new-era netorare woman-slut. That’s why I definitely wanted to add Shirase Yuri as a piece on my board.

That she was in the Literature Club was very convenient. I had planned to join a cultural club, so I guided Yuu-kun to come with me to the Literature Club. All I had to do was ad-lib some romantic encounter, and this, like this… like this! In no time I had secured the lesbian netorare slot.

I might have gone a little off-character by coming on too strong to Yuri-chan, but to induce an NTR that transcends gender, I had to use some force. Yuu-kun shouldn’t have noticed, and it was a necessary expense. A collateral damage, so to speak.

Now then, with Fuyuki-kun and Yuri-chan, two other slots are filled, but it’s still not enough.

Plus Ultra. My NTR knows no limits.