There was a novel called [I Became the Protagonist of an NTR Game.]
It was a novel that mixed game possession, NTR, revenge, and harem elements into the hero party regret-devastation-obsession genre that was spreading like a trend.
It was a work where the protagonist, possessed into an action RPG game called ‘Nibelungen Tragödie’ that incorporated NTR elements, monopolized all sorts of hidden pieces to teach the original enemies and traitors a lesson.
Along the way, he also built a harem with new heroines instead of the betraying ones, and became the king of the game world, receiving cheers and applause wherever he went with his overwhelming power.
It was a novel I had eagerly followed every day, fascinated by its provocative material and refreshing cathartic developments.
That is, until exactly 100 days ago.
* * *
In RDO novels, there’s a higher level called ‘completion’.
It’s a superhuman state that goes beyond just the heroine’s regret, devastation and obsession, crossing the dimensional wall to deliver regret-devastation-obsession to the readers themselves.
That is “Completion”.
In other words, it was one of the fates that RDO novels could meet, also known as discontinuation.
The novel I mentioned earlier, [I Became the Protagonist of an NTR Game], had also reached this state of completion.
I don’t know why.
It wasn’t unpopular, nor was it uninteresting.
Even the view count was considerable, so it couldn’t have been discontinued due to low profits.
So why was it completed?
It was utterly incomprehensible. And very regrettable too.
Therefore, I…
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Day 99 of praying for NTR Game’s return: ㅇㅇ(125.170)
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Please come back, Friet…!
I won’t leave hate comments anymore, even if it’s laundered, so please…!
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└ ㅇㅇ(211.35): Is this a daily post?
└ KillTheTraitor: Lol, you’re still holding onto something that was completed over 100 days ago?
└ ㅇㅇ(39.7): NopeIt’s never coming back, you killed it
└ ㅇㅇ(125.170): No, that’s not true~ Come back~ I believe in you, author~
└ ㄱㄱ: Accept your fate… NTR Game has been ‘completed’…
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“Haah…”
I let out a faint sigh, closed the internet tab, and lay down on my bed.
It had been nearly a hundred days since I started posting daily prayers for the return of ‘NTR Game’ after its sudden discontinuation.
A daily post that I had continued, half for fun, but half in earnest.
To be honest, I had already given up hope that ‘NTR Game’ would resume serialization.
If it was going to return, it would have done so already. Wasn’t four months a long enough wait?
The reason I was still posting daily was just a small stubbornness, thinking that since I had started, I might as well complete 100 days.
Even that would end tomorrow.
And the next day.
The daily prayer post finally came to an end.
I had finished something I had been doing for a hundred days without any result, but honestly, I didn’t feel even a bit of regret.
…No, actually, I didn’t even have time to feel regret.
Why, you ask?
Because NTR Game had finally resumed serialization.
“No way…”
An unimaginable result. I trembled in shock.
They say where there’s a will, there’s a way, and a truly miraculous thing had happened.
“Take it off.”
…In a form far, far from the miracle I had hoped for.
* * *
…
…What is this?
Is this how a eunuch would feel if he woke up in a hospital after giving a speech in a theater?
I had clearly gone to sleep under my blanket after posting the 100th daily prayer, but when I woke up, everything around me was completely different from before I slept.
To the extent that it seemed like a whole different world.
“Uh…”
I gaped and blankly looked around.
Where had the single room with its old wallpaper gone?
The walls and ceiling boasted the pure white luster characteristic of marble, and a luxurious-looking purple velvet curtain gently covered an ornately decorated glass window.
The old bed with its broken springs had transformed into a huge size that could accommodate about five people lying down, and it was even so soft that I couldn’t understand what it was made of.
…Really, what is this?
It was too vivid to be a dream. No, it was more than that. It felt several times more vivid than usual.
Like someone who had lived wearing glasses and opened their eyes after laser eye surgery, everything around me was incredibly clear.
The pungent scent mixed with sweat.
The low, panting breaths heated with fever.
A sensitive touch as if each body hair had grown antennae, and even the naked women sprawled on the bed in front of me.
Yes. Women who seemed like they would never have any connection with me in my lifetime were surprisingly lying there, two of them.
And they were completely naked, without a thread of clothing.
The woman on the left was a Caucasian with sky-blue hair grown long to her thighs, and something was dripping from between her surprisingly large buttocks.
Just from the smell, I could guess what it was, and honestly, it was a bit disgusting.
The woman on the opposite side had a slightly thinner build compared to the sky-haired one, and between her messily disheveled platinum blonde hair, unusually long and pointed ears were occasionally visible.
To put it bluntly, she looked exactly like an elf to anyone who saw her.
“What… is this…?”
I was simply confused.
I went to sleep and woke up to find my surroundings changed as if I were in a 5-star hotel, and in front of me were a naked beauty and an elf woman sprawled out looking like they had just finished mating.
Only a eunuch or Buddha could remain calm in such a situation. I was neither, so I couldn’t help but be shocked.
“Why are you standing there blankly? Don’t tell me you’re trying to refuse now?”
Perhaps finding my appearance distasteful, a man sitting at the corner of the bed kept talking at me.
“…”
Maybe due to the shock, honestly, not a single word registered in my ears.
“Ha, surely you’re not that stupid. You must clearly know that going back to that incompetent Friet would be meaningless. Right?”
The man also had an inhuman appearance.
“It’s far too late to regret now.”
Roughly trimmed dark red hair and murky green eyes like a swamp.
His earlobes were slightly long and pointed, and under his strangely delicate body, lithe muscles like a leopard’s were fully visible.
“I don’t know about that incompetent and spineless ‘useless hero’, but do you think the Kingdom of Rhine would let your defection slide? If you go back, you’ll be lucky if you’re not immediately caught and thrown in prison.”
Judging by his appearance alone, he was nothing short of a sculpted beauty, but the longer I looked at him, the more I felt an inexplicable sense of disgust and contempt.
“…”
I knew who this man was.
It was impossible not to recognize him. Although he looked a bit different from the pictures I had seen, his characteristics matched perfectly.
Only then did I finally understand.
What exactly this situation was. Where I was right now.
“…Gunther.”
Gunther Hagen.
A character from the novel I had prayed for 100 days to return. The half-elf hero belonging to the Kingdom of Burgundy was right in front of me.
Stark naked, to the point where it was painful to look at.
“You accepted my offer knowing all that, didn’t you? Because Friet seemed utterly hopeless. Right?”
Not the type of hero who defeats the Demon King, but the type who defeats the protagonist’s party members in bed.
“If I’m wrong, why don’t you try to refute me? It’s not like your mouth is sealed. Not yet, anyway.”
In other words, he was one of the targets of revenge in the original novel.
“So, if you have something to say, feel free to spout it out. I’ll listen to all of it. Brunhilde Eisenstein.”
And I…
“…Or is it just Brunhilde now? Anyway.”
I was one of the three party members who betrayed the protagonist in that novel.
* * *
Yes.
The moment I recognized the identity of the man in front of me, Gunther, I realized.
That my pure fan sentiment, which had only wished for the novel’s return, had inadvertently brought about the worst tragedy of my life.
This situation, the unusually vivid sensations, the name the man in front of me called me by, and even the strangely heavy feeling on my shoulders that I had been noticing.
There was no room for doubt.
“Ha…”
No wonder my voice had been sounding oddly high-pitched since earlier.
That’s right. I had been possessed. I had been possessed.
Into Brunhilde Eisenstein.
The body of the NTR heroine responsible for regret and devastation in the RDO novel.
…And of all times, at a point where, judging by the circumstances, the betrayal had already taken place.
It was a terrible thing.
As terrible as the 20th century Germans who applauded Hitler’s speech about erasing the Jews.
“Haha…”
How could this be happening?
My weakened legs trembled as if about to collapse.
A chilling sense of falling, as if the ground beneath my feet was suddenly crumbling away. My vision darkened and nausea welled up.
Along with an urge to loudly deny that this was reality.
Possession? Why on earth?
That’s something that only appears in novels, a product of imagination. Not reality.
Incoherent questions filled my mind.
Why me?
Why this novel?
Of all the many characters, why on earth Brunhilde Eisenstein?
And even worse, possessing Brunhilde at this exact moment when Gunther, who had instigated the betrayal, was demanding her body, right after she had betrayed the original protagonist and lost her backing…!
“Haa… huu…”
As if mocking my shock-frozen state, fevered moans gently brushed past my ears. It was the breathing of the two women sprawled on the bed.
The heated ecstasy melted into those sounds made me shudder, as if whispering that I would soon end up just like them.