Defending My Wife As The Wimpy Protagonist In a Cliché NTR Manga!!!

I won't beat around the bush here and waste your time. I don't like NTR.

No, scratch that. I really don't like NTR.

If you're a well-adjusted person, you probably wouldn't know what NTR means. Oh, how I envy you. When you dive deep into the recesses of the internet and browse the realms of Rule34, you may find many things that could be considered the pathway towards things ... Most unnatural. Here, the atrocities and heresies of fart fetishists, scat fetishists, foot and armpit fetishists are bold and unhidden. But worst of all... the freak amongst freaks... Are those who enjoy NTR. Cultured gentlemen such as I who have visited certain sites over long enough would know what that infamous initialism stands for. NTR, otherwise, netorare. Otherwise, a term originating from the silicon dens of debauchery that are Japanese games

NTR refers to the atrocities of cheating, infidelity and worst of all, cuckoldry. NTR is gross cuck shit for turbo-nerds and bad people.

You might be wondering, so what? Why must I hate on this particular brand of pornography so much, why can't I let others enjoy what they want? To put it simply ...

NTR is evil.

NTR is a zero-sum game. For NTR to occur, somebody must lose. Somebody must be cucked. NTR was more than just a fetish who's adherents should be locked in the gallows and had rotten tomatoes hurled at them.... it was the most horrific of betrayals that men could inflict upon eachother. As such, it is a porn genre that can only possibly be enjoyed by morally impure people. Do you know anyone into NTR? Don't you notice how filthy and beastly they can be? It is of no coincidence, NTR is the genre of cucks and monsters. I would not be surprised that, in the near future, a historian would unearth evidence that Hitler was into NTR.

To sum up a typical NTR story: once upon a time, there is a man with a great job and a beautiful wife, they have a lovely house and a nice car and a paid-off mortgage and both he and his wife are super popular at the office and everything is going wonderfully... Until one day, he comes home a little too early from his job and discovers his coworker having VAGINAL SEX with his beloved wife! The horror! But it gets worse. The man discovers that his wife is so popular at the office because she's been porking everybody behind his back! To make matters worse, instead of apologising, the wife instead reveals that she did it because he has a SMALL COCK! She berates him for his body and other things he can't change, saying that his coworker can please her in ways he never could... From then on, his life becomes hell. Other tropes include his former beloved eschewing traditional clothes in favour of a trenchcoat and a belt of filled condoms, like a grenadier of unborn children. He loses his job, his car, his house, his clothes, his hair. All he has left is the Cuck chair, where he watches, powerless, as his wife has fun with his coworkers — all twenty-five of them. No way! Stop it! I'm going to be sick!

Gosh, the thought of an NTR happening to me makes my skin crawl. Its so uncomfortable, how could anyone be into it, unless you're either a Cuck or a cruel, evil person? Yuck. But whatever. It'd never happen to me, right? Right?

That's where I was very wrong.

But I'm getting carried away. Sorry for the rant, I needed an introduction for you guys. I might as well introduce myself now... I'm Hifumi Naegi. I'm eighteen years old and I'm currently a freshman. I work at 7/11. Apart from my hatred for NTR, which I keep to myself, I'm pretty normal and unremarkable.

That's not enough?

Uh... Well. My mom, Kyoko, was half African-American, she married my dad who was full Japanese, so that makes me three quarters Japanese and one quarter black, so that should give me a quarter of the N-word pass... so any brotha's out there, what up, my Ni's? Uhm, what else? Well, I like to stay in touch with my African roots, so I watch a lot of Kai Cenat.... Uhm... I like long walks on the beach and — Gosh, I'm running out of ideas here — I like a little bit of League of Legends and I pirate UFC fights once in a while.

Still not enough detail?

Ugh. Let's just get it out of the way; I'm kind of a crappy protagonist, because I'm really not special.I'm totally average; average looks, average body, average intellect, average height, average... Well... Y'know. My personality is pretty average, like, I'm no pushover but I'm also not Naoya Inoue. I come from an unremarkable lower middle-class family and we take yearly holidays to Okinawa. I go to school and I work so I'm not a NEET, but I'm also not some Big Shot rolling in money. When you get down to it, it's clear that I'm just a perfectly normal, kinda boring freshman. Trust me, if I passed by you on the street, you probably wouldn't even notice! Well, unless I was naked except for a thong. In that case, you'd very much notice me walking past.

My day, really, is what you'd expect from an extra like me. I wake up in my room, have a shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, make breakfast downstairs, I get to school not early, but not late, where I sit in the middle of the classroom and .... Oh, my god, even I'm getting bored and I'm the author, so I can't imagine how you guys feel. Forget this, I'll skip straight to the important part, okay? I'm not interesting or unique, I've said that already... But...

...I suppose there's one thing that sets me apart ... from all the other normal people...

I'm not harbouring a dark secret, nor am I secretly super rich, nor do I have a B.B.C. What sets me apart has nothing to do with anything within me. No.

It's her.

I watch her as she strides into the classroom, surrounded by her friends, gossiping and laughing amongst themselves with phones in hand.

Her name is Himiko. She has round almond eyes and short, soft black hair that reaches her chin. Her family owns a cafe so she always smells like ground coffee. She was semi-popular but still higher-ranking in the school hierarchy than I. As she puts her bag down on her desk Infront of mine, she turns around, smiles softly and waves, and I can't help the giddy, lovedrunk grin across my face.

Her name is Himiko...

And I'm her boyfriend!