Transmigrated Into an NTR Novel
I let out a low groan. “Ugh…!”
I swear, I’m not the type who swears often. I don’t walk around with curses on my lips, and I’ve always thought protagonists who start spewing profanity in the early chapters are cliché. But right now, it feels like the slightest slip in concentration will send a string of filthy words flying out of my mouth.
“Slurp! Shluuuurp!!”
It feels like my dick is melting. My hips buck involuntarily from the pleasure surging up from below. Or maybe, without realizing it, I’m thinking about how badly I want to ravage this incredibly good-feeling mouth.
Shluuuuuuurp.
She was sucking my cock with the same enthusiasm someone might show while eating ice cream, her black hair swaying as she looked up at me with her eyes rolled upward. I gently stroked her soft locks and tilted my head back.
“Haaah…”
When the hell did her skills get this good? It was shocking that the girl who had been a virgin just days ago could now take a cock as massive as mine so easily. But those stray thoughts were wiped from my mind in an instant.
With a loud shluuuuurp, she swallowed my entire length down to her throat and began swirling her tongue, urging me to cum. The pleasure racing all the way to the base made my hips tremble. I barely managed to steady them, then grabbed a fistful of her hair.
Aaah… Throat pussy feels so fucking good…
“Mmph! Nngh! Mmmmmmph!”
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
Having already used her mouth-pussy, I now began thrusting into her throat-pussy without hesitation. My face twisted in a mix of pain and ecstasy as I whispered to the girl so willingly accepting my cock.
“I’m gonna cum. Swallow every drop.”
“Mmmngh!!”
She gave a tiny nod of affirmation. I gripped her head tightly and shoved my hips forward until I was buried to the hilt.
“Uuuuup!!”
My semen poured out in thick ropes, tapping against the back of her throat. Because I’d been using both her mouth and pussy every single day, the fresh, piping-hot load I released straight down her gullet made my whole body shudder with bliss.
Spurt! Spuuuuuuurt!
Even as the powerful jets of cum battered her throat and left her dazed, she tightened her muscles around me and moved her tongue to help milk out every last drop. I emptied myself completely into the mouth that had been trained exclusively for me.
“Bweeeh——.”
After I’d squeezed out the last remnants clinging to my urethra and pulled my cock free, she came back to her senses and opened her mouth wide. On her lewd, crimson tongue rested a pool of pure white semen. She looked up at me, then deliberately chewed and swallowed it all.
Om nom nom… Gulp!
“All your cum… swallowed it all down🖤”
Aaah… I’m getting hard again.
After happily devouring every bit of my bitter seed, she looked up at me with such a bright, innocent smile that my cock twitched violently and began to swell once more.
“Oh, it’s getting big again.”
With that adorable puppy-like face, she beamed at my ferocious erection. My cock shook hard, leaking thick strands of precum.
“…This is seriously so fucking hot.”
The words slipped out before I could stop them. Her round eyes curved gently in delight.
“You’re horny again?”
“Yeah.”
I tried to answer as indifferently as possible. She smiled as if she could see right through me, then stood up and slid her shorts down. As the tiny pair of shorts and her panties came off together, I saw sticky strands of her arousal clinging to the fabric and dripping down.
“Whoa…”
I couldn’t help but let out a soft sound of admiration at the obscene sight. She licked her lips seductively, then lay back, spreading her legs wide as she gazed at me.
“Come on, let’s soothe your huge cock🖤 with your little sister’s delicious pussy🖤🖤.”
Hearing her words, I remembered once again.
This black-haired girl with the puppy-like face was my little sister. Not my real little sister, of course, but in this world, she was indeed my sister.
And this world… was inside a fucking NTR novel.
Squish.
“Haaaahng🖤🖤🖤🖤”
I pressed the head of my cock firmly against my sister’s pussy entrance and began to push inside slowly. Even though only the tip had entered, she was already moaning loudly, her body trembling with pleasure. I savored the way her inner walls clenched and squeezed around me, then drove my entire length in to the very bottom.
Thrust!
“Hiiiiik! Haaeeeeh?!”
The moment the tip of my cock kissed her cervix, my sister stretched her toes straight out and began shaking uncontrollably. I looked down at her as she made those strange, adorable noises, took a quiet breath to steady myself, and gripped her waist firmly.
“Haeh…?”
The seductive expression from earlier was gone. Her eyes were half-glazed over as they met mine. The corner of my mouth twisted upward into a smirk.
In this NTR novel where the hero-like protagonist loses every single heroine to someone else, my little sister was also one of the protagonist’s heroines. In other words, she was one of the girls who was inevitably going to be stolen away by someone.
That’s just how this world worked. A world where, no matter what you did, the irresistible force of the plot would make sure the heroines got taken. So I had made a vow.
If they were going to be stolen anyway…
I’ll steal them first.
That was the only way to protect my favorite novel.
# The whole incident began because of one person’s malice.
“……Wait, what the fuck? Is this even possible?”
I feel like I’ve said something similar before, but let me repeat it: I don’t particularly enjoy swearing. The reason I’m cursing right now is simple.
My Childhood Friend Likes Me Too Much!
It was my absolute favorite novel.
A love comedy with a Japanese-style setting and a whole cast of beautiful girls. I was an omnivore reader. As long as it wasn’t NTR or gender-bender, I’d devour pretty much anything. I didn’t have high standards; if it looked even slightly decent, I’d read it. But even for someone like me, there was only one true favorite.
So-Na-Joh.
I’d started reading it around the time it reached chapter five. And from then on, I was completely hooked.
The various heroines each radiated their own unique charm, shaking the readers’ hearts. The protagonist was always indecisive and timid, but at the crucial moments, he would show a cool side and save the heroines from danger. It was fun! It was delicious! The author’s writing skill and solid storytelling turned the work into a masterpiece. Even an omnivore like me couldn’t help but gasp in admiration at such a delicacy.
The problem, in the end, was money.
At first, the reader who had been donating 50 gold, then 100 gold, turned out to be none other than that infamous Akjil-ugyeol-chung. I never could have imagined it. So-Na-Joh wasn’t exactly a high-viewership novel. I don’t know why, but the author had mentioned that their family situation was difficult and they needed to earn money through writing. That’s why they expressed such enormous gratitude for even the smallest donations. And that was when that guy appeared.
Akjil-ugyeol-chung.
He really was malicious. Though he wasn’t exactly a “union bug,” as the name might suggest.
The author suddenly changed the story they’d been writing so well into an NTR plot. The heroines who had been slowly getting closer to the protagonist began to be distributed to other men. Why? The story had only just started reaching its climax. I was naturally thrown into confusion.
Still, I held on and waited until the end. It’s okay. Even if they’re not virgins anymore, even if it’s not their first time, as long as they end up with the protagonist, I can forgive the author. That’s what I told myself. I loved the novel that much.
But the novel ended just like that.
And I learned the whole truth in the author’s note at the very last chapter.
I'm sorry. I was blinded by money and ruined the story. I'm putting down my pen. I will never write again.
— The Author
Money. Donations. And at the very top of the donation rankings: Akjil-ugyeol-chung.
It all made sense.
The moment I understood everything, I clutched my head and screamed.
“Aaaaaaaaagh!!”
I screamed and tore at my hair, then fell backward. When I opened my eyes again…
“……What the hell is going on?”
It was an unfamiliar house. I muttered in confusion and looked around. My real home was a high-rise apartment, but this place looked like…
“A standalone house…?”
Even in this unexpected situation, my mind remained shockingly calm. With eyes that had quickly cooled, I scanned my surroundings and soon noticed something floating in the corner of my vision.
“A message…?”
It was a translucent window. The moment I thought about wanting to see it, it floated up right in front of my eyes and displayed text in midair.
May the blessings of the gods be with you, who loved this world more than anyone.
I had no idea what kind of nonsense that was supposed to be, but my brain was already racing to put the pieces together. A standalone house. A message. This world. Japanese-style setting. With a calmness and rationality I could barely believe was my own, my mind reached its conclusion.
I had transmigrated into my favorite novel.
There was no other explanation. The last thing I’d been reading before I closed my eyes was that very novel, and when I opened them, I was standing inside a Japanese-style house.
“…This is insane.”
I nervously scratched the back of my head and let out a deep sigh, clutching my aching stomach from the emotional damage I’d just suffered. I began to walk.
Had I become the protagonist? It wasn’t impossible, but after looking around, I quickly dismissed the idea. The house’s layout was completely different from the descriptions in the novel. This place was… more like a traditional Japanese residence. The protagonist’s house in the story was supposed to be a modern home.
“…It would’ve been nice if I were the protagonist.”
I could stop the NTR and, while I was at it, have fun with all the heroines. Clicking my tongue in disappointment, I continued walking through the house to get a better grasp of the situation.
The fairly large house—no, mansion—had a luxurious yet serene atmosphere.
“Just walking around this mansion once is going to take quite a while.”
I muttered to myself without thinking, then tilted my head as I sensed something strange.
“Did I always talk to myself this much…?”
Finding the inexplicable oddity strange, I shrugged and continued walking.
“……Must be because I transmigrated into a novel.”