Chapter 61
Chapter 61
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 61
Chapter Title: Defeat x Position (2)
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Occasionally, when reading netorare stories, some people point out things like this.
"If the protagonist is the only one in love, it's not NTR, right?"
"If the protagonist has his first love stolen, isn't that just BSS?"
"And why is it NTR when family members are stolen sexually?"
There were even those who said you should respect your family's sex life.
Depending on the situation, they all had a point.
But the key was that all the villains in those countless NTR and subgenre stories were irredeemable scum.
They didn't just steal the women around the protagonist.
They stole the protagonist's confidence and self-esteem.
They stole his masculinity and humanity.
They stole his memories.
They stole his bed.
In other words, the so-called NTR guys—every single one of them—stripped away everything the protagonist had, shattering his relationship with the heroine.
Essentially, it all boiled down to the same thing.
Sending sex videos or photos was child's play.
They'd fuck the heroine right in front of the protagonist, or even in his presence, humiliating him to no end.
Despair, loss, inferiority complex, and more.
They inflicted shame on the protagonist, methodically breaking his mind—and they enjoyed every second of it.
And in this case, the man reduced to a tool of pleasure for the NTR couple was none other than Kang Woojin.
Having transmigrated into this world, the current Kang Woojin—with his entirely different soul—vowed to take the place of the original protagonist and exact revenge on the NTR pair for everything they'd done.
A long time ago.
Having immersed himself so deeply in the original protagonist while playing the game, he might have cracked a little mentally himself.
Was it really sane to seek revenge for events that hadn't even happened yet?
He didn't know, but having already 'observed' the worst possible future, he spared no extreme measures to dismantle that confirmed timeline.
Smack!
Just like right now.
"Phew. I held back on the force, but I hope I didn't go too far."
Following Kang Woojin's instructions, Yoo Harin released the transformation on her hand after striking Choi Si-hyeok's occiput.
Her pale, surprisingly slender wrist bore a Mana Suppression Artifact.
"It's fine. The Management Bureau won't notice. I've tested it plenty of times."
Kang Woojin had lent it to her briefly.
"That's not what I mean—Choi Si-hyeok, ah, whatever. You said you'd take responsibility, Woo-chin, so handle it yourself."
Having physically knocked out the target, Yoo Harin shook her hand vigorously, as if trying to shake off the lingering tactile memory and a hint of unease.
Kang Woojin shrugged and turned a fresh gaze on Choi Si-hyeok, who had so fearlessly(?) accepted his invitation.
From here on, he planned to repay that NTR bastard in full for everything he'd done.
No—worse, pettier, more viciously.
Like evil devouring evil.
In the end, tormenting the heroines and getting revenge on them was just a side effect.
This was a true duel between NTR victim and perpetrator: Kang Woojin versus Choi Si-hyeok.
And now...
"Shall we get started, Sia? Harin-ah?"
Their long-fought battle was reaching its climax.
"Strip. Both of you."
* * *
"Ugh..."
Choi Si-hyeok groaned faintly as he opened his eyes.
'Where...?'
His head throbbed painfully.
Not so much from external impact, but from having been unconscious for quite a while.
'I definitely came to the hotel that bastard Kang Woojin told me about...'
Blinking, he struggled to piece together his memories and grasp the situation.
"...What the hell?!"
He couldn't hide his shock.
Clatter!
As he thrashed, the legs of the chair he was bound to rattled violently.
That wasn't all.
Even with his eyes open, his vision remained dark.
It wasn't dim lighting—the room was pitch black because of a blindfold over his eyes.
"Fuck, what is this shit?!"
Feeling the foreign pressure on his eyelids, he shook his head side to side and yelled.
Right then.
"...I, I can't hold back anymore, Woojin-ah."
A familiar voice wormed into Choi Si-hyeok's ear.
"Ah! The sounds... slipping out...!"
The owner of that sweet, sticky tone was none other than Cynthia.
Perhaps because she'd only just regained consciousness.
Her initially soft voice grew louder by the second.
"Ahhn! Ah! Ahn!"
Mixed with arousal, her moans turned utterly devastating.
"N-No! Not there, it's stabbing...!"
Choi Si-hyeok stared blankly, tuning into her voice as it melted sweeter and sweeter.
'Are they seriously fucking right in front of me, goddamn it?!'
He finally understood what was happening.
'He invited me here on purpose to show me?!'
A wave of intense humiliation hit him, making his whole body tremble.
As if stoking those flames, Cynthia spoke up.
"Choi Si-hyeok, looks like Si-hyeok's awakeee! Ahhn! Ah! Nooo!"
Kang Woojin kept thrusting his cock into Cynthia from beyond Choi Si-hyeok's blindfold.
"W-Wait aahn! Stop. Stop it...!"
Even blindfolded, Choi Si-hyeok—with his vivid imagination—could picture the scene from the sounds alone.
"Oh! Cumming! Cumminggg!"
With a delirious moan, Cynthia climaxed spectacularly right in front of the chair-bound Choi Si-hyeok.
"I'm cummiiing♡!"
Her hot cry filled the hotel suite.
"Me too—cumming!"
Kang Woojin's shout followed, making Cynthia spasm once more.
Squirt! Squirt!
Collapsing onto the bed after receiving his semen, she murmured weakly.
"Cumming... inside me..."
For some reason, her words dripped with wet satisfaction.
"Hic, sob. Gonna get pregnant..."
Like whipping her, Kang Woojin coldly growled.
"Hey. What do you say in situations like this? I taught you."
"Thank you... for cumming in Sia..."
"Say it properly."
"Thank you for pumping Sia's pussy full of baby batter, sob. Master..."
Tears streaming down her face, Cynthia spilled the explicit words, exposing every bit of her prior conditioning.
"And?"
"And..."
"You're forgetting something."
"Please use Sia's mouth, Master. I'll clean your cock spotless with my mouth-pussy..."
Cynthia arduously turned her body and began sucking Kang Woojin's cock.
"Huwup! Ulk! Chuuup...!"
Her reactions seemed so forced that Choi Si-hyeok was left speechless.
'Ha, haha...'
But that was just the beginning.
"On all fours, Yoo Harin."
"Yesss, Master..."
Yoo Harin, who hadn't made a sound until now, finally made her presence known.
"Ahhn! Come in! Master's cock...!"
And scorching hot at that.
Squelch! Squelch!
As she took Kang Woojin's cock, obscene wet sounds poured endlessly from her pussy.
"Haaaahn♡!"
She reached orgasm almost immediately.
Slap!
Kang Woojin smacked the ass of the girl flattened in doggy position and murmured lowly.
"Your premature pussy's still the same."
"I'm cumming, cummiiing...! Ahhn! Don't hit meee!"
"Who said you could cum on your own?"
"Sorry, I'm sorryyy!"
The proud daughter of the White Tiger Guild leader and Stella Academy's top delinquent submitted utterly to a mere man.
'Harin too, really...'
Choi Si-hyeok couldn't wrap his head around it.
What the hell was he hearing?
The sounds of three people fucking made his head spin.
Thud! Thud!
Kang Woojin mercilessly plunged into Yoo Harin's post-climax pussy.
"Ahhn! Ahn! Too deep! Hitting my womb!"
Unconsciously rocking her hips back and forth, she wailed on.
"Nooo! Ahn! Ah! Stop! Ahhn! No more! I'm cumming non-stop...!"
It wasn't just hearing, either.
The suite reeked of thick musk—the mingled scents of three people's fluids assaulting his nose.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch—!
Obscene didn't even begin to cover it.
"Pleaseee! Master! I'm sorryyy!"
Yoo Harin begged for mercy amid the relentless pounding, but Kang Woojin showed none.
"Ahk! Eut! Breaking! Hngh! Yes! Breaking me—!"
Gasping for breath nonstop, she suddenly turned her head while voicing her indescribable agony.
"H-Help me! Si-hyeok-ah!"
Her sudden cry snapped Choi Si-hyeok's fogging mind awake.
"Ahhn! I hate this! Cumming again! Don't wanna cum anymore! Ahn! Haaahn!"
"Harin-ah!"
"Pleeease! Ahn! Ah! Ah! Save meee...!"
"Fuck you, you dogshit bastard Kang Woojin!"
Bound to the chair, Choi Si-hyeok twisted violently again.
"Stop! Stop fucking her, you piece of shit! Don't touch Harin!"
Suddenly, he sounded like a hero of justice.
"Stop what?"
"Fuck off! Quit pounding her! You dare touch Harin! Sia!"
He ground his teeth to splinters in rage.
"Fine. I'll stop then."
Kang Woojin replied nonchalantly.
Swish.
He halted his movements, as promised.
Surprisingly compliant, he slowly withdrew his cock from deep inside Yoo Harin's pussy.
Or so it seemed.
Slam!
His groin crashed hard into her ass again, producing a dull, sticky thud.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Yoo Harin was moving her hips on her own, slamming back against him.
"What are you doing, Harin-ah?"
Kang Woojin just stood there, cock erect, asking calmly.
"Didn't you want me to stop?"
Her vaginal walls clung tight, refusing to let go, while her cervix kissed his glans endlessly from below.
"N-Nooo!"
"Want more?"
"...Hngh! Eut!"
"If you want it, say so honestly."
"N-No! Eut! Don't want ittt!"
"Then why are you still moving? I'm just standing here."
By verbalizing their situation, Kang Woojin subtly conveyed it all to Choi Si-hyeok.
Yoo Harin's true feelings.
Her body, now aware of pleasure and desire, in its raw state.
"H-Harin-ah..."
Choi Si-hyeok asked in a trembling voice, more desperately than ever.
"N-No, right?"
He wanted to reach out, but his hands—cast and all—were immobile.
"This isn't... you're not the one moving, right?"
Her response crushed him with betrayal.
"Ahngh! Ung! S-Sorryyy! Can't stooop! Feels too gooood!"
"F-Fuck..."
"Harder! Ahhn! Pound me deeper, Masteeer!"
Despair engulfed Choi Si-hyeok anew.
Imagining the passionate sex between Kang Woojin and Yoo Harin unfolding before his eyes.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Kang Woojin gripped the now-honest Yoo Harin's ass and thrust roughly.
"Ahhn! Ahn! Ahn! Cumming! Gonna cum! Aaaahn!"
"Cock feel that good?"
"Yesss! So gooood...!"
"Squeeze right, you slut!"
"Ahk! Yesss! Squeezing! Gonna squeeze tight with my slut pussyyy!"
Even as vulgar insults flew, Yoo Harin beamed with joy, leaving Choi Si-hyeok to clench his fists in silence.
"Ahn! Getting bigger! Cock's swelling uup!"
"Me too, almost..."
"Cum! Inside, insiiiide! Cum in me, Master...!"
"Beg more."
"Pwease! Gimme baby batterrr!"
"Isn't today dangerous? Might get pregnant?"
"I'll get pregnant! Knock me uppp! I'll bear your baby, Master! Raise it right!"
Her pleas for creampie plunged Choi Si-hyeok into utter despair.
'Fucking hell...'
Jealousy surged wildly alongside it.
'...They're mine!'
Yoo Harin and Cynthia—they were supposed to be his women.
His cock should've been the one alternating between their pussies right now.
Their blissed-out faces from pleasure.
Lips spouting filthy words without shame.
Pussies squirting like fountains.
All of it should've been his, he thought.
"Cummiiing! Cum! Cum! Cumming♡! Cumming♡! Cumming♡! Cumming♡! Cumming♡!"
Right before his eyes, Yoo Harin plunged into ecstasy again.
"Cummmiiiing♡!!!"
She screamed her climax.
Sploosh! Sploosh!
Her pussy let out ridiculously lewd sounds in its aftermath.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck—!"
Choi Si-hyeok thrashed even harder, rage consuming him from head to toe.
Amid it all, the bulge tenting his pants—his erection—was mortifying.
But the trio ignored him completely, tangling stickily in a threesome.
Crash!
Finally, Choi Si-hyeok toppled sideways, rubbing his face on the filthy floor as his blindfold slipped off.
"You fucking..."
With the blindfold askew, one eye peered out into the world.
That instant.
"...Huh?"
Staring up at the trio, Choi Si-hyeok lost his words.
First, the bed setup where Kang Woojin, Yoo Harin, and Cynthia rolled together was blocked by wide-drawn curtains encircling it.
Even with partial vision restored, he saw nothing but silhouettes.
He was as good as blind.
The reality—that no matter how he struggled, he couldn't touch them, nor even watch—felt utterly pathetic.
Second, the silhouettes of Cynthia and Yoo Harin.
They didn't look forced or coerced; they were lovingly entwining with Kang Woojin quite normally.
Squelch! Squelch—!
Kang Woojin faced Cynthia in her lap, slowly and leisurely fucking.
"Hng, smack, chuu..."
While kissing the Yoo Harin beside him, receiving affection from both women.
Neither seemed remotely unwilling.
"Haa. I love you so much, Woojin-ah..."
Cynthia, in a female-superior position, rocked her hips repeatedly with a melting moan.
Swish.
Yoo Harin finished her kiss and pulled away from Kang Woojin's lips, then hammered home Choi Si-hyeok's pitiful reality.
"Oh? His blindfold's off?"
Her dark silhouette quivered faintly, followed by sudden laughter from inside the curtains.
"Pfft. Why the frozen face, Si-hyeok-ah? Did you think Sia or I were really getting raped by Woo-chin?"
"Uh, uh, ugh..."
His mind blanked with shame and embarrassment, reduced to babyish babble.
"Don't get the wrong idea, Choi Si-hyeok. Just to clear up any misunderstanding, throwing myself at Woojin was all my choice."
"Y-You guys..."
"We offered our virginities willingly. Front and back. Not just our bodies—our hearts too."
"Ah, ahaha..."
"Too bad, huh?"
Yoo Harin, who had earlier hesitated about the plan being too harsh, now fully immersed, drove the wedge playfully.
"Woojin took everything you wanted, Choi Si-hyeok?"
Sprawled on the floor, Choi Si-hyeok let out a guttural scream.
"Uwaaaaaah!"
Having toyed with his body and mind alike, he could no longer stay sane.