27. The Genre is NTR After All
27. The Genre is NTR After All
I relaxed leisurely on Sunday.
Though it was called a vacation, it was essentially the same as leaving home, boarding a ship, and heading to a training camp.
As compensation for rolling around the training camp for a week, I went to the karaoke, drank lewd mineral water with Ur, returned home, and enjoyed a brief sage mode period.
"....What the hell am I, some kind of bastard?"
And only then did I come to my senses.
"No... seriously, what kind of insane bastard was I?"
It wasn't that it was out of character.
It was way too in character, and that was the problem.
From start to finish, the fact that it was exactly the kind of thing I'd do was the problem.
"Crazy bastard, crazy bastard, really....!"
I had to reassess my situation once again.
This place was NTR Academy, not simple reality.
If I got close to a heroine in any way, it would immediately be identified as NTR, and I'd instantly be sent across the River Styx by the Protagonist.
Hadn't I already felt the evidence of that during the re-adjustment exam?
'He's even using his Awakening Period...'
I survived because the barrier activated, but if I'd been hit directly, I would've been placed at a fork in my fate between dying or not in that instant.
Of course, seeing him half-groggy and struggling after using his Awakening Period, he didn't seem to be a regressor who had completely cleared the game──no, that was rather serious in its own way.
"How did you endure Ragnarok?"
Using an Awakening Period at this point in time was certainly an impressive feat.
But being able to use an Awakening Period in the latter half of the original story was literally a given, and in the first place, the Protagonist who had overcome Ragnarok couldn't possibly be this weak.
I could guarantee it. The minimum required spec for clearing was higher than that.
And on top of that, the 'Scales of Truth' were still unused?
If you combined all these factors, the result that emerged was──that Protagonist was a half-assed regressor who regressed without even managing to clear.
'That's a bit serious'
My wish to just sit back and get carried was crumbling away.
Then what should I do? Should I step up in place of the Protagonist?
"Ugh."
My thoughts had gone too far.
Anyway, it'll be fine. He's this game's Protagonist, after all?
Since he's the Protagonist, he'll receive the full Protagonist buff and clear the game somehow!
'But the genre is NTR.'
Ah....
Hmm....
.....
"....You got this!"
The only thing I could do was offer a little encouragement.
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Skill Points (Sp)
Attending specific classes generated Job Points for those specific classes.
These could later be used to unlock locked skills when the job level increased, and the amount of Job Points obtainable in the game was limited.
That was the rough in-game specification,
"I was curious about what it'd be like in reality...."
[Repeat Mission]
[Faith Lecture]
-Let's train our faith
-Sp gained varies based on training achievement
1. Attend class five times over the course of a week (0/5)
Reward: 5~10 Sp dedicated to Holy Mastery
"It comes up like this."
I closed the mission window and tried recalling the in-game system.
'...It was always 5 points, wasn't it?'
It definitely always gave 5 Job Points uniformly whenever you attended a class.
Yet the quest that had appeared before my eyes actually stated that the points varied from 5 to 10 depending on achievement.
I pondered carefully where this difference came from──and soon arrived at the answer.
"Talent...."
More accurately, should I call it Aptitude?
For example, if you tried to teach Mars magic combat using holy magic right now, even after investing a full 3 years, she'd have a hard time dealing more than a normal attack.
On the other hand, if you taught her suicide tactics, I was confident she could become a one-time limited tactical nuke within a single semester.
The difference in performance came about in this way.
That was precisely 'Talent' and 'Aptitude'.
The fact that the Protagonist in the game always received 5 points meant his talent was at an average level, neither good nor bad.
Actually, that was impressive in itself. It meant you could switch to any class without likes or dislikes.
Of course, rapid growth like the other heroines was impossible, but there was room for development as an all-rounder.
'But NTR has to be taken into account.'
The moment you dedicated yourself solely to growth and training, an NTR flag would spring to life.
This was the shitty situation of NTR Academy, a contradiction where you needed Job Points to learn skills and do things, but the very act of trying to gather Job Points gradually awakened NTR flags.
Therefore, the Protagonist was always given the duty of having to fend off NTR flags even during class, in his spare moments.
Right.
For instance....
"This class doesn't have a class president yet. Alright, Cadet Minerva. You be the class president."
"Huh?... Yes. Understood."
Right now, this event.
"Then all that's left is the vice president...."
"I'll do that."
"....Is there no other cadet?"
If a heroine was left alone, an NTR flag would start immediately.
The main enemy of NTR was none other than the teacher.
Actually, aside from the fact that he aimed for NTR flags, he was a decent teacher in many ways.
Decent for male users only, that is.
He gave out potions well, and occasionally let you skip class.
The only problem was that all of it was foreshadowing for NTR.
If you kept going outside without knowing this, you'd be NTR'd from the roots, bit by bit.
Later, rumors about the female cadets who suffered this would pile up, creating the side quest [Reveal the Truth]. The H CG of the heroine getting NTR fucked by the teacher in the locker room was so deeply impressive that...
I mean, how? How deeply impressive must it have been for me to remember it all from start to finish like this?
The teacher I had thought was at least the sole light, turned out to be an NTR villain who made them all beaches together?
"Then... from now on, Minerva is the class president, and Chrono is the vice president. Both of you, serve the class going forward."
"I will strive for the class to the best of my ability."
"I'll try my best in my own way."
The class ended like that.
Fortunately, he didn't call the class president aside separately or anything.
Well, that would've been too obvious, I suppose. If the vice president had been a heroine too, or a normal extra character, he might have taken them both and enjoyed a threesome, but...
'For now, I've eliminated the NTR flag.'
Satisfied with that, I was about to resume attending class when,
"Chrono."
"Hm?"
Minerva caught me from behind.
"I look forward to working with you going forward."
"...Don't expect too much from me."
Because I only did that to eliminate the NTR flag.
I brushed off the conversation and walked down the hallway.
"Oh? Chrono!"
"....Were you by any chance talking to me?"
I ran into Merk while walking.
Merk, with her hood pulled over her cadet uniform, approached with light, bouncy steps. Bbyong-bbyong.
"Where are you going now? Going to eat?"
"Probably? What about you, where are you going?"
"Me, the faculty office! I'm the Class A president now, you know?"
"............."
Me,
was I trembling by any chance?
I calmly asked Merk.
"By any chance, is the vice president...."
"The vice president is Mars!"
".............."
Crazy Protagonist bastard, look at him not managing his heroines.
No, did he really not know and was doing this?
Truly not knowing what was happening? Or a magnanimous mindset that something like having his ass touched and lips pecked was okay?
'Whatever it is, this is shit.'
Shit-tastic. It was a big shit, the shit of all shits.
At the very least, if Bond Rank was maxed out, the moment the NTR tentacles reached out, it would be fundamentally blocked──but right now was the early stage, the tutorial just finished.
If you gave it an NTR flag, the NTR tentacles would extend sharply in that instant.
"You... if, you know, the homeroom teacher tries to do something weird to you, you have to make sure to tell the people around you, okay?"
"Huh? Something weird? What's something weird?"
"Don't pretend to be innocent."
"Hmm-mmm....? Merk really doesn't know?"
A contrived voice.
Intentional nasality.
I smiled brightly and answered.
"If you don't want to get mating pressed by the homeroom teacher and end up doing an ahegao double peace, tell me in advance."
".....Chrono, you're a much stronger character than I thought?"
"You provoked first?"
I laid bait in advance and moved on.
I didn't know how much use it would be, but it was better than nothing.
Even if things blew up later, maybe I could find out if I approached in advance and checked the status.
'Because I remember most of the subtle reactions when they're being NTR'd.'
Only, the in-game Protagonist didn't know that.
Did his eyes become blocked the moment a curtain was drawn?
Did entering a locker room block all sound?
And so on, watching the clueless, thoughtless Protagonist, and grinding my teeth every time he got NTR'd—if it was a memory, it was a memory of sorts.
But if those memories became reality, then it wasn't memory, but torture.
I waved goodbye to Merk and calmly decided to prepare for what I'd do next period──but.
Tukwaaaaang!!!
"Kyaaaaak?!!"
"Wh...what's going on.?!"
A massive crashing sound resonated through the classroom.
The sound of something collapsing. The sound of something breaking.
The cadets immediately ran toward the source of the sound, and there...
"You... piece of trash bastard! Pervert bastard! Did you think I'd just take what you were trying to do lying down?!!"
"Cough!....C...cough....!"
"....Goodness."
There, mounted on top of the man presumed to be the homeroom teacher, crushing and pulverizing him, was Mars.
She had hit him so hard that her hands were practically caked with blood.
Ultimately, the nearby teachers rushed in and stopped the situation, and listening to the story that followed──
"That bastard tried to touch my chest first!"
"Cadet Mars, regardless of the attempted sexual harassment, this is an excessively harsh overreaction──"
"──Shall I call Papa?"
"...Self-defense is a virtue that a cadet should rightly possess!"
Mars cut off the NTR flag herself.
She cuts off NTR flags in this way?
Just how lucky was this Protagonist bastard?
As I was blankly spectating the situation, Merk immediately stuck close to my side and tightly tugged my sleeve.
"What."
"Did you already know?"
"..........."
If I said I didn't know, it seemed like it'd be too obvious.
But if I said I did know, she'd probably ask how.
Faced with the roundabout question, I answered Merk.
"Merk, this is NTR Academy."
"Yeah. So what?"
So what, what was she talking about.
"The inept don't survive."
".......Wow."
In reality, the moment you became inept, an NTR flag would arrive.
Just how frightening an academy this was.