I Received an NTR V*deo - Episode 11
The day after meeting Netori, Megumi sat alone after school, troubled and unsure.
I’m Yujiro’s girlfriend. I shouldn’t be thinking about Netori.
So why does he keep coming to my mind?
Why am I like this? There’s no reason to worry… right?
As the sun dipped below the schoolyard, Megumi sat on a bench in the back garden. A girl quietly sat beside her—Shoji Emiri.
Emiri gently took Megumi’s hand, smiling.
“Something on your mind?”
“Oh, it’s nothing big.”
“…Is it about Netori?”
Megumi’s heart skipped a beat. It felt like her thoughts had been exposed.
“Ah… haha. He helped me yesterday, so maybe I’ve just been thinking about that.”
“I mean, with an entrance like his, who wouldn’t? If it was me, I probably would’ve fallen for him already.”
“Really? But I have a boyfriend. And besides, Netori’s reputation is… not great.”
“He’s not as bad as people say. Actually, he’s a pretty good guy.”
“You know him?”
Emiri laughed at Megumi’s surprise.
“I do. There are a lot of rumors about him, but just like yesterday—he has good sides too. People are complicated. The bad stuff people say is just one side of him. The real Netori is kind, dependable… and honestly, a little charming.”
“…That’s true.”
“Hey, why don’t we go see him now? I’m meeting him after this anyway. If you’re feeling conflicted, maybe seeing him again will help. Right now, you’re just stuck in limbo.”
Megumi hesitated. But Emiri’s words struck a chord.
“You’re my friend, Megumi. I hate seeing you suffer.”
“Thank you, Emiri…”
Maybe it’s better if I talk to him. It’s probably nothing. I just need to clear things up.
What Megumi didn’t know was that Emiri wasn’t helping out of friendship.
She was helping for money.
Netori promised to pay her if she helped bring Megumi to him.
Screw friendship. Money matters more.
As Emiri glanced at the still-hesitant Megumi, she quietly snorted in amusement.
Soon after, Megumi would meet Netori again.
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“Hey, Megumi. Long time no see—well, since yesterday.”
“Y-yeah…”
They met at a fast-food place that evening. Netori stood when Megumi arrived and pulled out a chair for her.
“Thanks.”
“Gentleman, huh?” Emiri smiled.
Megumi nodded. He did seem a lot gentler than he looked.
Netori understood how to play his cards—he showed kindness intentionally, knowing it would catch girls off guard. And it was working on Megumi.
“Go ahead, order anything. It’s my treat.”
“Eh? But…”
“It’s fine, don’t worry.”
“Yeah, Netori says it’s fine! Come on.”
Emiri nudged Megumi toward the register. The money they used? Supplied by Netori.
It wasn’t just generosity. He knew that giving someone a favor created a silent obligation—a need to give something back.
Megumi didn’t realize it, but she was being played.
A venomous snake had bitten her, and the poison was spreading.
The conversation that followed was mundane—school life, food, friends.
Megumi began to feel… maybe Netori was normal. Maybe the rumors were exaggerated.
Then—
“Oh, I’ve got an appointment! I’ll head out first!”
“Eh? Emiri, wait—”
“Megumi,” Netori leaned in, “I want to show you something interesting.”
Before she could react, he gently took her hand.
Megumi hesitated slightly, but the caution she’d once felt toward Netori had all but disappeared.
“…Maybe just a little.”
“Then let’s go.”
He tugged her hand—not forcefully, but confidently. Something Yujiro never did.
It stirred something in her.
“Ah—sorry. I pulled too hard.”
“No, it’s okay.”
He was bold, but considerate.
That blend of force and tenderness pulled Megumi deeper.
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They arrived at a stylish bar.
Technically, minors weren’t allowed, but Netori knew the owner—rules were easily bent.
Megumi followed him in, unsure but unable to resist.
“It’s safe here. We won’t drink.”
They were led to a couple’s seat, tucked away, side-by-side.
Megumi looked out the window and gasped.
“Wow… It’s beautiful.”
“I wanted you to see it.”
“Thank you…”
Netori’s hand slid to her waist.
She didn’t resist.
The ambiance, the scent of roses in the air, the intimacy—it all overwhelmed her senses.
“Netori… don’t you have a girlfriend?”
“I’m planning to break up. We’re not compatible at all.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. We barely talk anymore… But now, I’ve met someone I’m serious about.”
“…That’s…”
He leaned in. Megumi’s cheeks flushed.
And as Netori’s lips drew near, she closed her eyes.
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“Hey, did you hear? Netori already got Megumi.”
“Seriously? That fast?”
“She must’ve been easy.”
“Haha, what a pushover.”
Lunchtime. A few days after Netori and Megumi became close.
He and his group lounged on the rooftop, mocking their conquest.
Netori wore a smug, triumphant smile.
“You know the suspension bridge effect? I asked the Ryujin guys to scare her. Then I swoop in to save the day. Works like magic.”
“You’re awful.”
“I just care about money.”
Netori tossed a wad of cash to Emiri—50,000 yen.
He’d blackmailed someone for it. No guilt, no hesitation.
“So, that’s Phase One. Next is the s3x video, right?”
“She’s still a little hesitant. And she has lingering feelings for her boyfriend.”
“Then we take our time. Ease her into it.”
“Tell Emiri. She can film it. POV style.”
Laughter echoed across the rooftop.
No teachers ever came up here—they were safe to speak freely.
“Hey, wanna bet on how long before she dumps Yujiro?”
“If it’s under a month, I’ll give you 5,000 yen.”
“I’ll say two months. 10,000 yen.”
“I’m out. Don’t like gambling.”
“Aw, don’t be like that. You’re looking forward to it too, right?”
Shoji chuckled.
“Watching someone innocent fall into depravity… it’s the best kind of entertainment. Well, second to money.”
“Oh, just wait. She’s going to spiral even deeper.”
They laughed again—mocking Yujiro and Megumi.
But what Netori didn’t know…
Someone was listening.
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At the rooftop entrance, a girl stood still, hidden by the doorframe.
Hoshina—Netori’s girlfriend.
“…Yujiro…?”
She hadn’t heard everything, but she caught enough:
Yujiro. Megumi. A plan.
Her eyes narrowed.
She gritted her teeth.
And silently turned away.