In an NTR Game, the Childhood Friend Is a Bitch Worse Than the Demon King (2)
I pretty much get the situation now.
Amy—childhood friend of the protagonist Ronan and main heroine of The Hero and Party Members—had just walked into my room.
Wow… I never thought I’d actually see this filthy slut in the flesh.
I’d been a little out of it at first, but the second I laid eyes on that face, the rage boiling up from deep in my chest actually steadied me. It was enough to make me realize right away that I’d been transmigrated into this body.
Don’t tell me… that special privilege thing was real?
The moment I understood I’d been possessed, I remembered what they’d said before I started the game: the very first person to clear it would receive a special gift. Thinking back, there had been something right before the game began… They said they’d tell me what the gift was after I cleared it. I hadn’t expected anything impressive—maybe a coupon or something. Looking at this, though, the transmigration itself was probably that privilege.
Unbelievable…
Even thinking it over again, the whole setup was ridiculous. What kind of developer transmigrates you just for being the first to clear their game? I might have hated this game, but I was still a decent gamer who never left a 5,700-character rant. Irritating as it was, this wasn’t the time to dwell on it. Right now I needed to focus on the slut standing in front of me.
“Wh-what? A… rag? You need a rag? A pink one? D-do they even make rags like that? I don’t really know…”
Standing right in front of me was Amy, the main heroine of the game I’d despised so thoroughly—the woman who had driven the protagonist to ruin. She wore a completely innocent expression, as if she hadn’t understood a word I’d said, and was now flustered because she genuinely thought I needed a pink cleaning rag.
That cute act is seriously disgusting.
Someone who didn’t know better might find that look of hers adorable. Don’t fall for it. There wasn’t even one percent of truth in that performance.
I’m not the clueless Ronan…
I knew every single truth about her, so watching Amy like this made bile rise from the pit of my stomach. The real Ronan might have thought, Amy’s so pure… she’s so cute. Not me. All I felt was, This slut’s pulling another stunt, and honestly I wanted to grab the sword in the room and take her head off right then and there.
But coldly speaking, I couldn’t do that. Starting a murder case the second I transmigrated wasn’t an option. I still didn’t know whether I could even leave this world, and I wasn’t the type to act that recklessly. I took a deep breath and faced the Amy in front of me with a calm mind.
“No. So what did you come here for?”
Even if I wasn’t going to kill her, I had no intention of being warm. I asked her with a clearly irritated expression.
“Ah. I was just worried about Ronan. Heheheh.”
Even so, Amy answered with a bright, cheerful smile, as if she hadn’t noticed my cold look at all.
“I asked what your business was.”
Again: I wasn’t falling for that sickening smile. I asked her in an even colder, lower tone than before.
“Umm… Ronan’s being kinda cold… Well, I was thinking maybe we should have a meeting about our party…”
Only then did she finally start explaining why she’d come. Of course. There was no way she’d climbed all the way up here purely out of concern for Ronan. She’d always only come looking for him when she wanted something. Would a dog stop shitting? My prediction had been dead-on.
“Got it. I’ll come down right away. Just wait a bit.”
Still, it wasn’t a bad thing. I told her I understood and closed the door.
Obviously she wants to leave the hero’s party.
I would stake everything I had on why Amy had come here. She’d finally run out of things to squeeze out of Ronan, so she was here to say she wanted out of the party.
Looking at Ronan’s condition right now, it makes sense.
One glance at the state of this body told the whole story. Wounds this bad meant he’d pushed himself way past the limit. Even a chosen hero like Ronan couldn’t fight any further. To Amy, that meant he no longer had any value.
I never wanted to stay in a party like this either.
If it had been the real Ronan, he would have insisted he could still manage somehow and begged them to let him stay. I was different. I’d never wanted to be in this party to begin with. Amy wasn’t the only one— the other two were accomplices in their own right, even if they weren’t quite as bad as her. What obligation did I have to put in effort for these people? Even if they didn’t ask me to leave, I was already planning to walk out.
Time to settle this.
If anything, them asking me to leave first might even be better. If I didn’t get out at this exact timing, it was a 100% guaranteed bad ending where I died for the party members’ sake.
I gathered the clothes scattered around the inn room and put them on one by one. I grabbed the sword, the bag, and the rest of Ronan’s belongings, then headed down to the first floor of the inn.
“Guys… Ronan’s coming down. Ronan, over here! Over here!”
Three people were clustered around a table on the first floor. Amy, Ronan’s childhood friend, spotted me first and waved me over. I came down the stairs and took a seat with the three party members.
“Oh. Ronan’s here? Your body… yeah, you look pretty rough.”
Once I was fully seated, the other party members greeted me as well. Blue twin-tails, a cute cat-like face, and a slightly sulky expression. Her frame was on the small side, yet her chest was disproportionately large. The overall figure was extremely sensual—another reminder that this was an eroge. This was Charlotte, the mage of Ronan’s hero party.
Has she already given some other hero a blowjob?
Naturally I felt nothing toward Charlotte. I wasn’t the type to obsess over a heroine’s virginity, but she was still a traitor just the same. She might not have handed her virginity over to another hero as blatantly as the childhood friend had, but she’d still sucked up to other heroes and put her mouth to work wherever it was needed.
“Ronan-nim. You’ve arrived. I’m glad you seem to be doing somewhat better.”
While I was looking at Charlotte with a slight frown, Tricella—the priestess of the hero party—spoke up next. She had the largest breasts and widest hips of the entire party, golden hair, and a soft, gentle impression. True to the nuns that appear in eroge, she looked extremely sexy and lewd.
Tricella’s already done everything there is to do with her ass, hasn’t she?
No matter how pretty her face or how big her chest, this nun was still just another traitor who had betrayed Ronan. I couldn’t look at her kindly. Like the others, she hadn’t offered her virginity to another hero, but she’d already given up the other hole long ago. Just another woman who’d sold her conscience.
Between these three sluts, Ronan really…
Looking at them again, I almost had to admire the original Ronan for still dreaming of pure love while surrounded by these three. Ronan, what kind of battles had you been fighting… And I pitied him. The Ronan who had only ever been deceived—so talented, more of a true hero than anyone—why had he been forced to suffer like that? It was genuinely tragic.
I am never going to end up like that.
One thing was certain: I wasn’t Ronan. I had no affection for these party members and no sense of duty as a hero. So I had zero intention of sacrificing anything for these women. I’d rather join the Demon King’s army than stay.
“Looks like you all have something to say to me, but I’ll go first.”
I intended to settle this properly. In the heavy silence, I spoke first.
“You want to leave my party, don’t you?”
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The moment I took the initiative, every one of them looked stunned. Of course—they never would have dreamed those words would come out of the mouth of the famously dense Ronan first. Knowing just how clueless Ronan had been, their reaction was only natural.
“I have no intention of stopping anyone who wants to leave. Go ahead and leave whenever you want. I won’t try to hold you back.”
I said it to them with a completely unregretful expression. If they were going to leave, then leave.
“Even if it’s to join another hero—Jaxx’s party.”
I didn’t care if they went to another hero’s party. My heart had already left, and so had theirs. The smartest choice was for everyone to go their own way without any awkwardness.
“…I-is that so? So you already knew, Ronan-nim… Umm… I’m not sure what I should even say…”
When I finished, the priestess Tricella spoke with a somewhat flustered expression, full of guilt.
“Well, you’re right. I didn’t think you’d notice… Ronan. Sorry about that.”
The mage Charlotte looked far more composed than Tricella. She showed a little surprise, but she had always been the most realistic of the party members. She acknowledged it coolly and accepted my words.
“Yeah. With this, the hero party is over. Take care of yourselves.”
A hero party that could end with just a few words… It only proved there hadn’t been even a speck of trust or friendship among the members. Anyway, it seemed everything that needed saying had been said. Nice knowing you—never see you again. I stood up from my seat, ready to leave the inn.
“Ronan. There’s one last thing I want to say.”
Someone called me back. It was Amy—Ronan’s childhood friend and the knight of the hero party. Why was she calling me all of a sudden? What could she possibly still want to say? I looked at her with open displeasure.
“It’s not that we hate you…”
Amy’s eyes filled with tears as she apologized to me.
“We made this decision because we like you… because we care about you… I’m really sorry… I’m so sorry… Ronan.”
Those eyes looked ready to burst like a dam at any second.
“Ha. And here I was just about to leave…”
Looking at that performance, all the rage I’d been holding back finally exploded. Selling that poison right to the very end?
“Could you please stop spewing that disgusting crap?”
Not even once. Not even once did you ever actually like Ronan, did you???