Even a Washed Rag is Still a Rag
From time immemorial, the pure love faction and the NTR faction have clashed in endless debate. "Pure love always loses," "NTR gets you off," and so on—they've hurled every excuse at each other. As a harem fan, I quietly watched their squabbles from afar.
Harem stories don't belong to either side, so I enjoyed the spectacle without a care. It had nothing to do with me, a diehard harem purist. That is, until I stumbled upon a game forged from pure malice, and my views began to shift.
The Knight Never Breaks, nicknamed Gijeolkkwak.
It was an RPG soulslike adult game following protagonist Alvin as he became the knight of his dreams and defeated the demon king. The genre? Harem. At least, that's what it seemed.
The classic tale of the hero traversing the world, growing stronger, saving others, and building a harem. Armed with a sense of justice, Alvin battled evil, and his noble spirit won over the heroines. His childhood friend who promised him a future, the passionate female knight, the compassionate saintess, the genius grand mage, the empress hailed as a holy ruler—the list went on. Countless women fell for him, and even non-humans who hated humans rallied to his side.
But as the story hit the midpoint, things started going sideways. The heroines in his party began skipping out during adventures or battles. The absences grew more frequent, and their conversations with Alvin turned awkward.
I sensed something off but pushed it down, refusing to stop playing. The devs hadn't breathed a word about NTR. I trusted the harem tag on the crowdfunding page.
The finale: the showdown with the demon king. All his comrades had vanished, no support in sight, Alvin faced the demon king alone. Bearing the weight of protecting humanity, he barely felled the beast—but he collapsed from fatal wounds too, mutual destruction ending the game. Were modern stories just trendy shit endings now?
"What the fuuuuck!!"
But Gijeolkkwak's conclusion wasn't even fertilizer—it was nuclear waste.
As I moved to close the game window, the scene suddenly shifted to a hidden post-credits story. The heroines, who hadn't shown their faces till now, gathered around Alvin. Paired with mysterious men.
Lillia, the passionate knight who swore to become Alvin's sword. Those vulgar words from her mouth kicked off the tragedy.
Lillia clung to Cardian, Alvin's comrade-in-arms, and undid his leather belt. Then, like her fiery red hair, she took his cock in her mouth and sucked with fervor. From the tip to the balls. Her tongue lapped greedily—it was no amateur skill.
Celestia, the saintess who always fretted over Alvin and healed him at his side. She approached with the old, pot-bellied Archbishop Charuto and squatted by Alvin's head. The archbishop groped her breasts and twisted her nipples, making fluids gush from her pussy. Holy water, she called it—splashing her juices, piss, and cum on Alvin's face like a teabagging.
Claret, the youngest grand mage who'd faced trials back-to-back with Alvin. Floating midair to show off her magic, she poked his wounds with her staff and mocked him.
Meanwhile, Tower Master Peldon, who'd traveled with Claret, bizarrely thrust his hips into empty air. Turns out, he'd teleported his dick into her pussy via spatial magic for remote pounding. I had to admire applying their co-developed spell to sex.
A paper stamped with Empress Vanessa's seal dropped before Alvin's fading eyes. The contents weren't clear, but no need to read. A magically recorded video was etched on it. Vanessa rode the finance minister like a sow in heat, climaxing wildly.
And so Alvin met his NTR ending, every heroine stolen. His childhood friend Luna, promised a future, didn't appear—but it'd be the same. Even if Alvin survived and returned home, she'd be some other guy's plaything. No need to see it; I knew the tape.
"Devs, you crazy bastards!!"
After the shocking twist, Alvin died cold. Thinking it over, a flashback hit, showing how the heroines got NTR'd. Dumping never-before-seen sex scenes. "Thought it was harem? Nope, NTR, suckers!"—the devs' intent shone through.
"Argh! My blood pressure...!"
The Knight Never Breaks, a.k.a. Gijeolkkwak, smashed its crowdfunding goal by 1000%. Despite success, it backstabbed backers with peak NTR drift.
"No wonder the harem had weirdly few H-scenes for the heroines..."
In hindsight, the heroines' first sex with Alvin had no virginity blood. Foreshadowing they'd lost it elsewhere? Rushing to the crowdfunding page for a glowing review, I found the devs had refunded everything and fled.
"What a total psycho prick."
I realized it was made from the start to troll backers. Not just a slap to the face—they'd fucked the ass too. How they must've laughed at harem dogs satisfied with the demo. The game community, once full of praise for Gijeolkkwak, exploded.
As expected: curses, death threats, lawsuits, doxxing attempts. The community blazed, and I fueled it with a 5700-character rage review.
"NTR is unforgivable!!"
I cut sleep to keep the fire roaring, tossing logs nonstop. Then, amid my frenzy, a post caught my eye.
How bad did it have to be for someone to suggest remaking the game? Still, the gameplay was solid—tweak the story and sex ratio, and it'd be a god game. I clicked unconsciously, and my vision went black.
"What the—?"
Panicking in total darkness, my sight slowly returned. Through the blur, a familiar face stared back from the mirror. It was Alvin.
"Holy shit."
They meant for me to possess the protagonist and rewrite the story myself!
"...This is some unheard-of cliché bullshit?"
One community click, and I was isekai'd. A single mouse click, and boom—possession. Absurd enough to stun me, but the corner of my mouth in the mirror twitched upward.
Possessed the protagonist doomed to NTR ruin. Horrifying on paper, but I was thrilled to be Alvin. My dream come true.
Handsome looks, overflowing talent, pheromones drawing non-humans. Alvin had perks galore, but I didn't care about that. What mattered was rewriting the story my way.
'I can crush them with my own hands!'
The whore heroines who betrayed Alvin, the scum chasing others' women—I thrilled at butchering them all.
Sunset had fallen, darkness thick. Time for everyone to sleep before the next leg, but perfect for secret trysts.
"Hero! Champ! Time for the pussy sword inspection!"
I skipped bed and headed out. From Alvin's room, heroines' doors lined up rightward. They'd insisted on solo rooms for "personal time." Laughable now—they wanted to cheat unseen.
'No holy whore or magic whore, huh.'
Privacy be damned; I flung doors open. Sadly, Celestia and Claret's rooms were empty. Out this late? Getting railed by the archbishop and tower master, obviously.
'Please don't let the knight whore disappoint me...'
Lillia's room at the corridor's end. Even from afar, a woman's lewd moans leaked out.
"Bingo!"
BAM!—I kicked the door in. Splinters flew, revealing a naked couple mid-fuck on the bed. Familiar faces: heroine woman, balls-deep buddy man.
""Ah, Alvin?!""
"Hey? Heard fun noises from the hall, figured I'd join."
Guilt tripping them? They floundered. My nonchalance ratcheted the tension. Lillia yanked the blanket over herself; Cardian gawped wordlessly. Caught balls-deep in his best friend's girl—no defense.
"What's wrong? I said I'm here to play. Keep going."
"I-it's a misunderstanding! Not what you think!"
"Yeah! It's a massage, a massage!"
"Massage, huh..."
Better claim wrestling. Even original Alvin wasn't that naive. Ignoring their pleas, I drew my sword.
As Cardian reached for his gear, I zipped behind him. Yanking the iron scabbard from my belt, I rammed it up his ass.
"Gaaahhh!!"
"Then this is a massage too, right?"
"S-stop! Aaaah! No more... Grraaahk!!"
Ignoring his pained screams and begs, I thrust and pulled the scabbard repeatedly. His unlubed tight hole torn open—agony inevitable. Blood poured, staining the sheets red.
Lillia, watching, trembled. The brave warrior scared by this? Fair. The guy who'd never snapped was raging. Alvin friend-killing without hesitation? She'd think him livid.
Should've guarded your pussy better. Then I wouldn't go this hard.
"Lillia, you swore to be my sword before, right?"
"Y-yes! That oath was true! I never told you, but Cardian drugged me and...!"
"Doesn't matter. You're nowhere near worthy of my sword yet. So I'll teach you a new technique!"
I reversed my grip, blade up, blunt hilt aimed at her crotch. Her well-fucked sloppy pussy took it smooth.
"W-wait! Nnghooo?!"
"Pussy Swordsmanship! Using your sloppy cunt. How's it? Feel swordmaster potential?"
"Hiiik!!"
Drugs, hostages, hypnosis—the heroines got violated cheap, then blackmailed ongoing. They never meant to betray Alvin initially. Plenty of chances to repent and fix it.
'Why should I?'
Why launder someone else's rag? Even washed, a rag's still a rag.