One Shot: Romantic Comedy Author

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My body is made of NTR (Netorare/Cuckoldry).

That’s how much I, Sugihara Manabu, love NTR.

It must have been an inherent kink, etched into my very being.

NTR is the ultimate pleasure.

To be more specific, childhood friend NTR is the pinnacle.

The longer the relationship, the deeper the despair, the more it hurts, allowing me to savor the experience fully.

I indulged in such scenarios in my favorite doujinshi and manga, collecting them to my heart’s content. However, one day, I realized something.

“It’s not enough…”

Yes, it was not enough.

By the time I reached my second year of middle school, I could no longer be satisfied with other people’s creations.

I wanted more intense scenarios, more depravation—something that would completely shatter my mind.

More. More. I need more of my ideal NTR scenarios.

My growing desire for NTR drove me to pick up a pen and create my own ideal NTR scenarios.

A year has passed since I started drawing.

I’m now in my third year of middle school. My obsession with NTR has drastically improved my drawing skills over the past year. The illustrations I post online are receiving high praise. Some fans openly support me and cheer me on every time I upload something new. I appreciate their encouragement.

Of course, there are also those who criticize my work. Some say, “NTR is wrong. My childhood friend, NTR, is especially unacceptable. Sweet love stories with morning-after scenes are the best. Draw those instead.” But I ignore them. Sweet love stories don’t align with my NTR path. I draw for the sake of NTR. Foreplay leading up to NTR is acceptable, but pure love stories are out of the question.

I have resolved to continue drawing NTR even in high school, for all those who crave mind-breaking experiences.

As I enter my second year of drawing and am now a high school student, my skills have only improved further. It’s all thanks to my strong passion for NTR. As my desire for NTR grows, so does the speed of my pen. Recently, I’ve started posting not just illustrations but also manga.

This has led to a growing fanbase, and my follower count on social media, which I started in high school, has surpassed 100,000.

Of course, everything I draw is always NTR-themed.

The guy who my imaginary girlfriend is cheating with is a cheerful dude who always greets me with a “Hey, boyfriend! Are you watching?” and a V-sign. He's actually a pretty nice guy. Lately, it's become part of my daily routine to draw while imagining conversations with him in my head.

I usually draw my childhood friend being NTR-ed, though I hope you'll forgive me for that.

I'm a guy who's honest about his fetishes, so if you ask me what I want to draw, it's my childhood friend getting cheated on. One of my long-time followers always comments, “Cheating on the childhood friend is wrong. You should draw a lovey-dovey romantic comedy with her and have her in a naked apron in the morning!” I always ignore those comments.

I just want to draw cheating. I can't compromise on that.

The model for my cheating scenes is my childhood friend, Otonashi Rin.

She's a beautiful girl with long black hair that reaches her back, almond-shaped eyes, and doll-like features. She perfectly matches my tastes and fetishes. She's stoic and hard to read, but in middle school, she was considered the prettiest girl around. That reputation hasn't changed since high school. In fact, she's become even more beautiful and has already received numerous confessions as a first-year student.

Every time I hear about it, my chest tightens painfully. I’ve always thought Rin would be the perfect girlfriend, and I harbored a secret crush on her. But I had no plans to confess. Her beauty starkly contrasted with my plain looks, and the chance of rejection was high. While I love NTR, I didn’t want to face real heartbreak. Call me a coward, but it’s thrilling.

Besides, just thinking about her being confessed to by other guys is enough to satisfy me. We aren't even dating, but imagining the girl I like being with another guy gives me a sense of being cheated on that I crave. So, why bother dating her? Just the indirect feeling of being cheated on is enough for me.

Pathetically justifying myself, I continue to draw my NTR manga. Three years have passed since I started, and now I’m a high school sophomore with over 500,000 followers. My drawing speed has skyrocketed, and I can finish 20 pages in a day. This progress is thanks to NTR. Lately, many followers ask, “Why not go pro?”

Turning pro, huh.

It’s about time I seriously considered my future.

My path will always involve NTR, but to spread its allure, I need more recognition and a professional title. Maybe my work will inspire more outgoing guys to steal girlfriends from introverts. Even my imaginary outgoing dude is giving me a thumbs-up and encouraging me. It’s probably a good opportunity.

Determined, I set out to create an NTR manga for submission. But then, I hesitated. Isn’t debuting as an adult manga artist while still in high school problematic? The idea of not being accepted never crossed my mind. I was confident, and many professional manga artists followed me. But all of them were adults; I couldn’t recall any high schoolers drawing NTR manga.

If I end up being featured in a magazine, I’ll have to tell my parents. They’ll likely ask about the work I’ve done. That means they’ll find out about the manga I’m drawing. That’s the last thing I want. No one knows I draw NTR manga, and if my parents find out about my erotic drawings, I might as well die. Seriously, I’d rather be dead.

My body is made of NTR, but my heart is as fragile as glass. I can easily imagine my glass heart shattering if my parents find out. It’s like a broken fantasy, only it’s a broken tofu-heart meltdown. No one would benefit from seeing me do an ahegao double peace. The thought of my parents finding out is simply unthinkable.

So, what should I do? Should I give up on making a professional debut in high school and wait until I’m an adult? But then, the chance to spread the brilliance of NTR to the world would be delayed. I'd be depriving all those waiting to be notified of their opportunity.

What should I do? How should I handle this?

As I was deep in thought, I heard a notification sound from my tablet. A usual follower had replied to me.

“This latest manga was great in the first half with the lovey-dovey moments. The NTR twist in the second half was awful, but the beginning kept me hooked. You should focus on drawing romantic comedies with childhood friends. And don't forget the morning-after shirt scene.”

It was the same kind of feedback I always received. I usually ignored it, but that day was different.

A romantic comedy, huh? If I focused on rom-coms, I wouldn’t have to stick to adult manga. I could submit my work to regular manga magazines. Even if my parents found out, it wouldn’t be an issue.

I picked up my pen. I didn’t want to, but I had to endure until I became an adult. I have a duty to spread the wonders of NTR to the world. For that, I need more recognition. Drawing a rom-com isn’t what I want, but there’s a saying about taking the long way around to get where you want to be. Yes, I decided to see it as a necessary step.

With that resolve, I forced myself to draw a rom-com manga, figuratively coughing up blood in the process.

Four years have passed since I started drawing. I was now a third-year high school student and had successfully debuted as a professional. My manga was quickly picked up for serialization, and my first volume sold like hotcakes.

Within a year, I joined the ranks of popular manga artists.

My recognition soared….

….As a highly popular ROM-COM mangaka that is…

***

“Sensei, the last chapter was a huge hit!”

On my day off, my editor greeted me with this news as soon as we met at the café.

“Really? I guess the cliffhanger in the swimsuit chapter worked well, huh?”

“Yes! The readers are eagerly anticipating the beach episode with the heroines. Everyone’s excited to see them in swimsuits!”

My editor’s enthusiasm was even higher than usual. This probably meant we got a great ranking in the surveys.

“Alright, I guess I need to put some extra effort into the next chapter.”

“That’s the spirit! I’m so glad to hear that, Sensei! This time, we’re doing a cover and lead color spread. Think you can handle it?”

“Of course. I’ll have it all done, including the color pages, in two days.”

“You’re the best!”

She was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. Though she can be quite childlike and overly enthusiastic, it’s endearing. Watching her, I couldn’t help but smile as I pulled out the storyboard from my bag.

“About the next chapter’s plot…”

“Yes, tell me! I can’t wait!”

It was clear how much she was looking forward to it. I was confident I could meet her expectations. I was so excited about this chapter that I finished it in just thirty minutes. It was a masterpiece, if I do say so myself.

I started explaining the upcoming developments.

“The story starts at the train station. When the protagonist arrives, the heroines are already there. They’re dressed lightly for summer, exuding an air of freedom and beauty that turns heads. Even some background characters will be staring and commenting on their looks.”

“Nice! Highlighting the heroines’ charm is a classic move. Beautiful girls who make everyone turn their heads, yet they’re in love with an ordinary guy—it’s a classic but foolproof formula. As expected from you, Sensei! You really know how to hit the sweet spot for our readers, especially those awkward high school boys who dream of being in the protagonist’s shoes.”

“Haha, glad you think so.”

My editor’s enthusiasm was infectious. With this positive feedback, I continued explaining the plot.

“Then they take a train to the beach. The atmosphere is cheerful, and once they arrive, the heroines reveal their swimsuits! I plan to use a full spread to showcase their cuteness. Of course, the front-page color spread will feature the girls in their swimsuits too!”

“Awesome! This is going to be a huge hit! I can already see it topping the surveys!”

“Thank you, but the best part is yet to come!”

“There's more? Sensei, you're the best rom-com mangaka! You know how to keep the excitement going!”

This time, I was sure my ideas would be accepted.

“Right after arriving at the beach, a group of flirtatious guys approaches, and our protagonist gets beaten up.”

“….eh?”

“Then, the heroines are kidnapped by the guys in a van. They're taken to a hotel where they're gang-raped.”

“……what?”

“As the protagonist reaches out in despair, unable to save them, he later receives a video letter of the heroines fully submitting to their captors, making lewd faces.”

“…….Huh?”

“And then the protagonist discovers his kink for being cuckolded. His final line will be a big panel where he says, ‘Thank you for cuckolding me…!' as he smiles and drowns himself in despair. This will become legendary!”

“Rejected.”

“WHY?!”

My carefully thought-out masterpiece was instantly rejected.

“There’s no question why! That kind of storyline would be legendary for all the wrong reasons. It would be an instant firestorm! It would piss off so many people! We’re finally gaining massive popularity, with multiple reprints of the volumes, and now you want to ruin your own work!?”

I nodded vigorously at my editor’s words.

“Well, yeah. I want to end this. If we keep going, I’ll become known more for rom-coms than for NTR stuff. For the final chapter, I want to showcase the pregnant heroines in their wedding dresses, celebrating with the playboys who got them there. The story wraps up with a cheerful wedding scene. What do you think?”

“Absolutely not! That kind of ending would traumatize the readers! Do you have something against extroverts?!”

“Not at all. In fact, I love them. No joke this time. My passion for NTR can practically make the impossible happen. It’s SUPER*ERO for me.”

“Can you please stop touching on dangerous topics?! Your references are too reckless, and you’re going to get into trouble!”

“Hahaha. Well, at least this would make a lasting impression. Writing the current storyline is painful and stressful. My goal is to shatter the readers’ minds, awakening their suppressed desires for NTR. I dream of receiving a fan letter saying, ‘Thanks to your work, I could steal a girl from an introvert!'”

“That’s a terrible dream! It’s pure evil, and you’re being way too blunt!”

“I want to applaud and thank all the NTR enthusiasts out there.”

“Are you planning to cuckold all humanity?!”

My editor was shocked, but I didn’t really care.

I wanted to write NTR, but it was immediately shot down. That made me pretty annoyed.

“That’s not happening! Just between us, an anime adaptation has already been decided. The editorial team has high hopes for you! Your rom-coms are fantastic, please understand that! Why do you always try to sneak in NTR during our meetings!?”

“Because, you see, I love NTR… Honestly, I don’t care about the anime adaptation. I want readers to awaken to the thrill of cuckolding too. The truth is, extroverts love to cuckold, and introverts secretly want to be cuckolded. I just want everyone to embrace their true desires. The world of cuckolding is the real, true world.”

“What the hell are you talking about?! That’s not true at all! It’s one thing to have the heroine get hit on by a playboy, but anything beyond that is a no-go! And even the flirting should end as just her daydreams, as always!”

“Wh-what…?”

Despair washed over me. I really thought I could bring a perfect cuckolding plot this time…

“I know your fetish inside out by now, but you need to realize that including NTR is wrong! Everyone acknowledges your talent. If you could just tone down your fetish a bit, everyone would be happy!”

“It’s not wrong! I became a manga artist to spread cuckolding to the world! I don’t care about money! I just want to twist young boys’ sexual preferences! This feeling, this desire, is not wrong…!”

“It is wrong! This series is popular as a romantic comedy! Romantic comedies and cuckolding can never coexist, so stop being selfish!”

“Damn it!”

This is why I hate adults.

They trample on the pure and untainted feelings of children without a second thought.

“We’re just doing our job. If you’re a professional, then do your job without complaining. That’s how the world works.”

But I owed a debt to my editor for picking me up when no one else would.

“I understand…”

Unable to refuse, given all the help I’ve received, I reluctantly revised my storyboard according to her instructions. While she smiled in satisfaction, I went home feeling utterly miserable, wishing I were dead.

***

“Hey, I’m back… Wait, Rin, you’re here?”

Feeling dejected from my failed attempt to include NTR in my story, I returned home to find my childhood friend lounging on my bed, reading a manga.

“Yeah, I came over. How was your meeting with the editor?”

“It was a disaster. They refused to let me include any NTR scenes again.”

I threw my bag aside and slumped into my chair.

“Why can’t they understand? NTR is what readers, no, what humanity truly craves!”

“No, it’s not. The current lovey-dovey plot is perfect. Hurry up and get the childhood friend to the main heroine and have a ‘morning after’ scene with her in just a shirt already.”

“You’re always saying that!”

I couldn’t help but revert to Rin’s absurd demands.

“Of course. A rom-com where the childhood friend doesn’t end up with the protagonist is unthinkable. If you’d followed my advice from the start, you wouldn’t be getting scolded by your editor. You’re too focused on your fetish, Manabu.”

“Well, I do appreciate your help. Without your advice, I might never have gone pro.”

This childhood friend of mine has been a fan since the beginning. She discovered my secret career when she happened to visit and saw me drawing one day. That meant she had seen all my NTR manga and illustrations.

I had no choice but to beg her not to tell my parents about my NTR work. If they found out, I’d be dead in more ways than one. I even created a new account and slightly altered my drawing style when I debuted in mainstream publications. I couldn’t let all that effort go to waste.

Seeing my desperate plea, Rin sympathized and agreed to keep my secret—on one condition.

“See? You have a knack for rom-coms, Manabu. You should keep writing them and forget about NTR. Just focus on creating stories where the childhood friend and the protagonist are lovey-dovey.”

“Do I really have to? Can’t I include even a bit of NTR?”

“No. You promised. In exchange for not telling your mom, you agreed to write rom-coms where the childhood friend and the protagonist are in love.”

Rin puffed out her chest, looking smug. The promise we made was for me to write a rom-com centered around the perfect, ultra-beautiful childhood friend and the plain, introverted protagonist. This dynamic was at the core of my work and had made it popular.

But…

“I did promise, and I've been writing the rom-coms… but I'm at my limit! I’ve never even had a girlfriend! Why do I have to keep writing about a lame protagonist who never gets NTR’d and just stays in this happy-go-lucky romance? This is so messed up!”

I roared.

I couldn't suppress the urge to destroy this harem and see the heroines get taken away.

For someone who believes that introverts should offer their heroines to extroverts as the natural order of the world, the current harem scenario was utterly unacceptable.

“It's not strange. That's how romantic comedy manga works. The protagonist and the heroine constantly flirt, showcasing the heroine’s cuteness. No other men should interfere. A happy ending is what the readers want.”

I fell to my knees.

The ideal world in my mind felt shattered by another piece of logic. It was as if the world was denying the concept of cuckolding…

“Damn it, damn it…”

“I know you’re a virgin, Manabu. You don’t have a girlfriend. That’s why you’ve twisted your desires this far.”

A shadow loomed over my lamenting form. Looking up, I saw Rin with a gentle expression on her face, gazing at me.

“Rin…?”

“Manabu, let's date. The reason you're obsessed with cuckolding is because you’ve never had a girlfriend. If I become your girlfriend, I can show you how wonderful it is to be in a loving relationship.”

“Ah…”

“Manabu, you have a talent for romantic comedies. Wanting to create cuckolding manga is a mistake. In romantic comedies, cuckolding is evil. If we date, you'll understand the beauty of romance, and you can become a beloved romantic comedy manga artist.”

That's the right path, she said kindly.

“………”

I looked at Rin’s face again.

She's really beautiful. Her features are doll-like, and she wore a bewitching smile that could captivate many men.

“…No.”

“Manabu?”

It all started with a wish. A pure desire to be cuckolded was what drove me. Cuckolding was my everything, my origin.

“…No way.”

“Manabu?”

Even if that path led to hell, I would—!

“I don't want to become a romantic comedy manga artist!”

I would continue to stand by cuckolding!

“I love NTR! My body is made of NTR! My body is masochistic, and my heart is fragile! I must create Unlimited Netorare Works(Mugen no Netorare) and deliver them to the world! I’ll never jump on the romantic comedy bandwagon!!!”

I don’t care about the fine details! No matter how correct Rin might be, I can’t change my fetishes! Just because she’s correct, doesn’t mean she’s right!

I just can’t stop wanting to draw NTR!!!

“So, Rin, I’m ending that manga! I’ll throw in a huge NTR scene at the end and destroy those boys’ fetishes—”

“Shut up.”

My determined declaration was cut off. Rin slapped me, sending me flying, and before I knew it, she was straddling me.

“You’re definitely twisted, Manabu. No matter how much I explain, it’s pointless.”

“R-Rin…san? Your eyes are scary. Why do they look so lifeless…?”

“Quiet. You’re too dense. I’ve been waiting for you to confess, but you never did. All you think about is NTR, never the cute romantic comedy I wanted. I’ve had enough. I’m going to make you understand with your body. You are mine. I’ll engrave it into your body!”

“W-Wait, you—!”

“I’m going to steal you back from NTR!”

Pinned down, there was no escaping from my childhood friend’s clutches.

***

“Sniffle, sniffle…”

“Hello, Manabu’s editor? Yes, everything’s fine. I got the answer from Manabu. Don’t worry, I’ll keep working hard to make him the best rom-com manga artist.”

…I don’t want to talk about what happened next.

But, the following morning, Rin was in high spirits, achieving her goal. I was left in just a shirt, weeping silently.

Even my imaginary friend, the cheerful guy in my head, sympathized. But he was powerless in reality.

After that, I gained even more fame as a rom-com author, leaving my brain completely broken.

Oh, and when I secretly drew some NTR of the rom-com heroines, it got exposed as an official NTR by the original author and caused a huge scandal.

My editor gave me a serious scolding, but that’s another story.

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Real Title :

理想の寝取られを追い求め、幼馴染のNTR創作にリビドーをぶつけていたが、気付いたら大人気ラブコメ作者になっていて、寝取られを世に広めたいのに脳破壊展開を描くことを許してもらえなくて死にたい件

English

I channeled my libido into creating NTR (Netorare) stories about childhood friends, only to find myself becoming a popular romantic comedy author. Now, I want to spread the greatness of NTR to the everyone, but they won't let me depict those mind-breaking scenarios. It’s driving me crazy.

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Bonus :

体は寝取られで出来ている

My body is made of NTR.

血潮は鉄で心は硝子

My blood is iron and my heart is glass.

幾たびの寝取られを越えて不敗

I have endured countless NTR and remain undefeated.

ただ一度のイチャラブもなく、

Not once have I experienced true love,

ただ一度のラブコメもなし

nor a single romantic comedy.

寝取られはここに孤り。

NTR stands alone here.

電子の海で絵を描く

Creating art in the digital sea.

ならば、我が寝取られに意味は不要ず

Thus, my NTR has no need for meaning.

この体は、

This body is,

無限のラブコメで出来ていた (アレェ！？何でかなァ！)

crafted from infinite romantic comedies (Wait, what!? How did this happen!?).