Hey, Hazy here. Thought I'd drop this since I don't really re-read my stories much. This one's a mix—half recap, half storyline—so don't worry, there's plot happening here.
(And no, it's not just filler.)
With that, hope you enjoy!
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Yuuto is the Anti-NTR Man. For 10k yen, he'll fix your love life, especially if there's a third party messing things up. Originally, his name was Hayato Kurose. He went through something traumatic—something that should've left him paralyzed for good... Or most certainly dead. But instead of dying or giving up, he got back up. Or rather, he changed. Reborn as Yuuto Sakurai.
He's 19 years old now, attending INK Public School. His first real job was helping a guy named Shun—your typical passive cuck. Two guys he labeled male1 and male2 were flirting with Shun's girl, Riko, right in front of him, and Shun just stood there like a deer in headlights. Yuuto, in his blunt and chaotic way, helped him grow a spine and push back. Eventually, Shun and Riko got together.
But the NTR antagonists weren't done. They had a backup plan—and it involved a chemical weapon. FD-01, a drug that alters female brain chemistry and creates an addictive craving for sexual stimulation. Unlike a normal aphrodisiac, the effects of FD-01 don't wear off. They stick.
Depending on exposure, the change can be permanent. Around a few grams is already enough to cause irreversible damage, making the target chase pleasure at the cost of everything. There's also a male version. And if the dose exceeds that? The user overdoses after the high wears off—usually after nine hours.
Back to the story. The NTR gang (male1 and male2) dosed themselves with FD-01 and followed Shun and Riko onto the train. Even though Riko didn't directly take the drug, just being near them affected her. Everyone on the train watched as she suddenly pushed Shun away.
Yuuto had planned to catch the perpetrators red-handed. But just as he moved, someone beat him to it—Sendo Mahito, a fifteen-year-old kendo club leader from his school. Sendo handled the situation himself.
Everyone thought that was the end of it. But it wasn't. There were others watching from the shadows—interested in the drug's effect. Among them was Yuuto's biological father, Kurose Seiichiro. He gathered those curious parties together, believing Sendo still had some of the drug.
Sendo fought off every attacker sent his way and survived—until Seiichiro personally stepped in. Strangely, he spared him.
Meanwhile, a second team moved to kidnap Riko. She'd been exposed, after all. But standing in their way was Yuuto—alone against a group of ten. He didn't flinch. He took care of them, solo. Then ran off to find Sendo—only to find himself face-to-face with Seiichiro, who held a gun to the back of his head.
And again, he was spared.
After that, Riko and Shun had sex and officially reconciled.
Later, Shun wanted to join Sendo's kendo club to stay close to him and get stronger, but ultimately dropped out and joined a boxing gym—breaking his promise... Which broke Sendo's heart.
While all that was happening, Yuuto received a new Anti-NTR request through his site. It was from a guy named Haruto. The message excited Yuuto so much that he broke his computer. His phone was already busted from the train incident, so he went out to rob someone for a replacement.
He found Sendo, still recovering. Easy target, right? But Sendo surprised him. He handed over his phone willingly.
Sendo and Yuuto shared a bike, pedaling to Tokyo Tower as Yuuto read Haruto's message. It was an S.O.S.
But when they arrived, the place was empty. Haruto was actually on a nearby rooftop, which Sendo spotted. The problem? They were being watched. Someone had noticed Yuuto and Sendo's arrival.
.... Wait if Haruto wasn't on Tokyo tower, how'd they know Yuuto and Sendo came for him? And... I bet many people walk in there all the time, how'd they single out these two? Whatever - anyway they knew by NTR magic or something idk and went up to the tower - chasing Sendo and Yuuto.
Yuuto told Sendo to run. He stayed behind to take on five buff older guys alone. It didn't take long—he took care of them and got one of them talking.
Meanwhile, Sendo reached Haruto and rescued him from his own group of attackers.
Afterward, Haruto noticed Sendo's injuries and brought him to the hospital, where Yuuto found them both. There, Haruto opened up.
His stepmother, Himiko, had been sleeping with the buff men's leader, Kyoya. Haruto hated it—but never told her. He thought she was finally happy again and didn't want to ruin it. What he didn't know was that her happiness had always been with him. But because he kept his distance, she assumed he was disgusted with her and pulled away.
Yuuto listened. And with 10k yen in his hand, he took the case.
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[HERE LIES: LOVING SON, HARUTO NARUKAMI]
"...."
The 10k yen bill rested in Yuuto's palm as he stood before the grave.
[HERE LIES: LOVING MOTHER, HIMIKO NARUKAMI]
"I took the case," Yuuto muttered, staring at their names etched in stone. "I took it."
He looked down, silent.
"You know why I never spend the money I earn from clients? Why I still have Cuck's 2.5k yen pinned to my door?"
Yuuto stepped closer to Haruto's grave and knelt in the wind.
"Because of my Terms of Service," he said softly, knowing no one would answer. "There's an unwritten clause in there."
He folded the bill neatly and slipped it into a clean envelope.
"It looks so professional, right? All polished and reassuring," he said with a dry exhale. "But there's a line hidden between the lines. A silent rule."
He placed the envelope inside a small wooden box and set it down on the grave.
"When you hype something up... you better live up to it. You promised to save someone, you don't get to mess that up."
His fingers lingered on the box.
"When you fail a paying customer..."
Yuuto lowered his head, a quiet frown settling on his face.
"...You're supposed to pay them back."
He stared at the ground, his eyes unable to meet the gravestones.
This wasn't a fairy tale. He wasn't drugged or in a haze. There were no spirits circling him, no dreamlike visions of Haruto and Himiko looking down on him—just the wind brushing past his ears, and the clouds quietly covering him from the sun.
"...I should have saved you," he whispered.
Another gust of wind passed through, rustling Yuuto's hair.
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"Why do you do these Anti-NTR things...?" Haruto's voice echoed in his mind.
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He sniffed, then stood, his face blank.
"Don't worry though." His fists clenched. "I'm not making that mistake again."
'I'll never add that silent rule—because there's no need for it. Promising refunds means admitting you might fail. But I don't fail... No. Not anymore.'
Yuuto turned to walk away from the grave...
...until a familiar figure stepped into his path.
"....."
"...."
"...Tch. What, here to rob the grave, old man?" Yuuto sneered.
Standing before him was Mr. Narukami—the man who once hired Kyoya to destroy his own son's life.
"And aren't you supposed to be in prison?" Yuuto asked, eyes narrowing as the old man quickly hid something behind his back.
"...." Narukami said nothing for a moment, staring at the dirt—then looked up with a crooked smirk."Insanity clause."
Yuuto clicked his tongue.
"An old man like me, paying some punks to fuck my son's stepmom? You think I'd end up in a normal prison?" He grinned. "Nah. I played my cards. Walked out early." He chuckled to the sky.
His gaze then locked on Yuuto.
"You're HIM, ain't ya? The little shit who broke into my house... You did all that for that worthless boy. And he ended up dying anyway—"
Yuuto walked past him without a word.
"—HEY!" Narukami spun. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU!!"
"You did ALLL THAT, and now he's dead! HAAHAHAHA— I got what I paid for in the end! That little FUCKER is DEAD! AND SO IS THAT BITCH WHO CHEATED ON ME!" Narukami bellowed, his voice loud, his laughter mighty and exaggerated.
Yuuto kept walking, completely uninterested.
"Yeah..." he muttered, not turning back. "Unfortunately for you; anyone who gives a shit about what you say is already dead, old man."
"...!!!!!" Narukami stood frozen, grinding his teeth—unable to face the grave behind him.
"FUCKING HIT ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!" he suddenly screamed, his voice ragged. "USE YOUR FUCKING BAT! HIT ME!! I KILLED HIM...!"
Yuuto stopped—but said nothing.
Behind him, Narukami dropped to his knees. His chest heaved. His voice cracked.
"I..." he sobbed. "I killed my... my boy... I—HIT ME...!!! HIT ME!! You want me to pay, right?! I'll pay you!! HIT ME!!"
"...." Yuuto's fist tightened.
"Killed him?" He turned, his eye glowing white, wide open—veins nearly bursting around his retina.
"YOU?"
[IMAGE]
"..!!" Narukami's breath hitched at Yuuto's sudden intensity.
Yuuto growled, "You're far too weak to do anything alone. Too weak to live your life. Too weak to even look after yourself. You think you killed him? You—who couldn't hold a pencil straight without puking from all the drinking?"
Narukami stepped back, shaken.
"Give me a break. You don't earn the right to take the blame. You don't deserve mourning. You don't deserve even the illusion of regret. I'd believe in life on Mars before I'd believe you are the reason he's dead... Then again..." Yuuto exhaled sharply.
"You did come from a mental asylum. Maybe you're just still insane."
He turned, walking away, his tone ice-cold. Narukami's head lowered in defeat, tears falling.
"Do whatever you want. Shit on the grave. Piss on it. Smash it to pieces. I don't care..." Yuuto's voice deepened, his tone slightly weaker now. "... And neither will they. They'll never hear you again."
Narukami trembled as on his knees, holding himself up with his hands pinned against the ground.
"...." Only the sound of Yuuto's fading footsteps remained.
"...99th of Gray-Wine," Narukami finally said. Yuuto stopped.
"That's where I live now," he added flatly. "...If you ever want."
"...Tell me about Haruto. How... how he lived his life. I... want to hear it."
"...."
Yuuto let out a slow breath, then kept walking—leaving Mr. Narukami in silence.