Book 4: Chapter 1 (1/2)
My name is Hakaru, and I’m officially on an extended break from school. After a certain vice-principal was exposed for taking videos of women and blackmailing them, an entire scandal broke out. It made it on the news and everything. Every student was questioned, including me. Although no one attached me to the events that lead to this, it was still very stressful being under the interrogation lamp. Many girls who had been abused over the years came out, and there was even a hashtag movement on twitter.
At the end of it all, the school was shut down for a prolonged period of time while every staff member was put under investigation. This included Sasori Fukumi. Of course, I denied doing anything with my homeroom teacher and there was no one who could confirm that we acted inappropriately. She was Mr. Fukumi’s wife, after all, so in many ways, she earned a victim status that got her absolved of being looked at too closely. However, she was still being watched, and thus we weren’t able to spend much of our break together.
“How about her?” I asked, sipping from my milk tea.
I was at the mall right now, and sitting next to me was Netori, currently hidden in her Tori outfit, as well as Akiko. We were scoping out the current scene to see if there were any girls worth having. The one I had pointed to was with a boy right now, but she didn’t seem that interested in him. Akiko shook her head immediately.
“That girl has been around. She has a bit of a complex where she easily justifies cheating.” Akiko explained.
Akiko seemed to have an abnormally good read on other women that bordered on eerie. As she spoke, the girl seemed to notice I was watching her. Behind her boyfriend’s back, she winked at me and bit her lip. Yeah, it seemed like this girl was a thrill-seeker who enjoyed cheating. She was a bit like Akiko in that regard.
“Why do I have a feeling you just compared her to me?” Akiko pouted.
“You’re imagining things.” I coughed. “Besides, you’re my one and only slave. I could never replace you.”
“Mm…” She looked pleased by those words.
“After all, someone needs to be at the bottom. Why would I want more than one trashy girl? I’ll only take one hoe and aim for all my other girls to be of much higher quality.”
“M-master… when you say that… you should at least be choking me.” Akiko panted under her breath.
“Get that lewd expression off your face. I’m here looking for some fresh pussy, remember? If I wanted your stretched out, over-used thing, I’d just need a paper bag to put over your head.”
“Hah… hah… Master is getting too good at this…” Akiko responded in tears. “You’re going to make me wreck my panties.”
I refrained from informing her how repulsive that sounded to me less I pushed her over the edge and watched as the girl regretfully walked away with her boyfriend, giving me a look as if begging me to NTR her. No… she was too easy. Akiko was right.
There was a time where getting a flirtatious look from a girl like her would have left me floored. However, that was before I started playing the game. NTR Crush was the game where I stole women from other men and made them fall for me. Doing so netted me points and levels. Some points got me special abilities which allowed me to learn things women didn’t want me to know. Others included vanity points which increased my attractiveness, charm, and penis size.
It was the attractiveness which drew gazes like that. I tried to not let it swell my head. Even if my looks were now at the ikemen level, it didn’t mean I could relax. I was still playing the game, and every player could enhance their attractiveness and sweep a girl right out from under my feet. Instead, I had to always be vigilant. I shot a glance over at Tori.
“What are your thoughts? Any women that can earn me points?”
I spoke openly of points and the game in front of Akiko. She knew parts of it, but it was never clear how much she knew. Did she understand that NTR Crush was a game set up by the gods? Did she know that Netori was actually a goddess of cheating, one of three goddess sisters that used to be a single person? They each picked a champion who was tasked with winning all of their hearts and stealing all the women of the other champions, and when the time came, the winner would end up reforging them into one goddess.
At least, that was the story as far as I understood it. Things grew more complicated when other gods and goddesses got involved in the game after Netorare promised Netori’s hand if they won. In that way, the game I was playing had very real stakes. Although, to Akiko, she might only believe it to be some kind of cruel high school game being played between boys.
“There is little point in chasing a girl just because she’s there,” Netori spoke softly, drinking a hot beverage which steamed in her hands while casually flipping through her smartphone. “For you to steal a girl and hold on to her, she must be worth it in your eyes. As I said before we left, the relationships you foster between the women you want is what ultimately earns you your points. It’s not about who is easiest, or even who, if successful, has the potential to net you the maximum points. It’s about you stealing what you desire the most.”
I grimaced. “And what if what I want is out of my reach? Do I just allow myself to stagnate and for my points to go nowhere, just so that I can wait for the right woman?”
Netori’s finger stopped moving on her smartphone, but she did not glance up at me as she spoke. “Are you speaking of Kira?”
Actually, I had been speaking of Netori herself. Every attempt I made to try to get closer to her seemed to fail. I had invited her to the mall alone. It was Netori who had ended up bringing Akiko along. She was keeping her distance from me ever since her sister had disappeared during our second sexual encounter. It was like Netori was growing cold feet or something. Even now, she remained aloof, looking away as if she was disinterested in being involved in this game she herself had started.
“Yeah, Kira…” I lied. “I haven’t seen her since the school closed down.”