I Received an NTR V*deo - Episode 19

Evening fell after the school day ended.
Under a blanket of gray clouds, Netori and his group lingered behind the station.
Beyond the platform stretched a patch of barren land, fenced off and narrow—barely wide enough for a single car. At its edge, birds chirped idly.
“Did you guys get into a fight? Your faces are wrecked.”
“Heh… yeah.”
Five Ryujin Academy students stood with Netori, each bearing swollen cheeks and bandaged wounds. Netori himself sported an eye patch, medical tape covering a fresh injury.
“We had a little scuffle. Things got messy, but it’s all sorted now.”
“Well, if it’s settled, I guess it’s fine.”
As he scanned their bruised faces, Netori sighed. Even within the ranks of Ryujin, problems were unavoidable.
“S-Sorry I’m late!”
“You’re so damn slow. Move like a turtle, much?”
Sugiura came sprinting toward them, panting, a plastic bag full of items in hand. As usual, he’d been sent on an errand by Netori and his crew.
Yamamoto was the first to insult him, kicking Sugiura’s leg and snatching the bag.
“Uh… about the money…”
“What? You gonna pay up, or do you want to eat Netori’s fist instead?”
“I’ll pay… as much as you want. But not for free.”
“One punch and you’re broke? You’re so harsh, Sugiura-kun!”
The group burst into laughter, while Sugiura hung his head, too afraid to speak.
Nearby, a boy was snapping pictures of the scene.
It was Imamura from Gentian Academy.
“Hey Imamura, what are you doing?”
“Haha, it’s funny, isn’t it? He’s the punching bag.”
“Yeah? Then snap more! Get all the good angles.”
“Got it!”
When Yamamoto faked a full-force kick, Sugiura flinched and stumbled back.
“Haha! He jumped!”
“Hilarious. Let’s scare him for real next time.”
Imamura continued filming gleefully with his phone.
“Hey, what the hell’s going on here?”
“…Huh?”
Just then, five more Ryujin students showed up, catching sight of Netori’s group and Imamura. Curious, they approached, clearly uncomfortable with the gathering.
“Who are you supposed to be?”
“Hold up, Netori. These guys are third-years from Ryujin.”
“So?”
“So, it’s a problem, that’s what!”
The Ryujin students who had been hanging out with Netori bowed quickly to their seniors.
“S-Sorry! These guys are from Yokoshima. We’re usually just fooling around…”
“That’s fine. But don’t let these punks get cocky.”
“Y-Yes! We’ll be careful!”
With a warning glance, the third-years turned and left.
The Ryujin students who remained breathed a collective sigh of relief.
“You’re scared just because they’re third-years?”
“Netori, listen. They’re known as the ‘worst generation.’ Don’t provoke them.”
“Worst or not, the only real threat are the two leaders. And I’ve got backup too. Even if I go head-to-head with them, I won’t lose.”
Netori’s words were bold, a smirk on his face. But the Ryujin students looked at him with stony expressions.
“Don’t drag us into your mess. If you can’t promise that, we’re done hanging out.”
“…Fine. I’ll be careful.”
The Gentian crew exhaled and smiled awkwardly.
Netori, unimpressed, looked away.
“This is annoying… The parking lot behind that apartment complex is always empty.”
“Yeah, barely anyone ever goes there,” Imamura replied.
Netori threw an arm around Sugiura and began walking toward the lot.
“Time to let off some steam.”
“Y-Yes… Please don’t hurt me.”
“Of course not. I’m here to relax.”
Whack!
“Ow!”
Yamamoto kicked Sugiura from behind.
Sugiura trembled, powerless.
Imamura and the others followed behind, like they were heading to a show.
“Netori, Yamamoto! Smile for the camera!”
“You’ve been filming this whole time?”
“Haha, it’s about to get even better. I’ll send you the video later.”
“Nice. Do it.”
Netori grinned as Imamura gave a thumbs-up.
Sugiura’s face turned pale. He didn’t want to imagine what would happen next.
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“Sorry, we can’t see each other anymore.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
A week had passed since the tension with the third-years.
Netori met Megumi at a fast-food restaurant.
“It’s been a while and this is what you say?”
“I can’t betray Yujiro-kun anymore.”
“…You’re serious? Megumi, I love you.”
His words made Megumi hesitate.
Her heart wavered, but her feelings for Yujiro were stronger.
When Yujiro almost ended things with her, it made her realize just how much she cared.
“I like you, Netori-kun… but I love Yujiro-kun more.”
“I love you more than that guy ever could.”
“Even so… I can’t go on like this. When Yujiro almost left me, I finally understood my true feelings.”
Megumi smiled softly, thinking back to the first time she met Yujiro.
Yujiro had saved her.
Netori had helped her too, but Yujiro’s kindness was different—deeper, gentler.
She wasn’t saying Netori wasn’t kind… but Yujiro made her feel safe in a way Netori never could.
“…But it’s too late. I’ve already betrayed him.”
“Then let’s keep it secret. I know it’s wrong, but it’s the best choice for both your future and his.”
“…So should I tell him about us, then?”
Megumi’s eyes widened in alarm.
She saw a flash of cruelty in Netori’s expression—a side of him she hadn’t seen before.
But she didn’t back down.
“Please don’t. That would be too cruel.”
“I don’t want to lose you.”
“But I don’t want to lose Yujiro. That’s the truth.”
“Then I’ll tell him.”
“…Then I’ll tell her too. You say you’re planning to break up, but that’s not what you really want, is it?”
Netori clicked his tongue.
He couldn’t let Hoshina find out about this affair.
He could tell Yujiro, but that would be much riskier.
Cornered, he let out a long sigh.
“…Fine. But know that I’m serious about you.”
“…Yeah. I’m sorry.”
Megumi walked away, a faint smile on her lips.
Netori trembled with rage as he watched her disappear from view.
“Damn it! That wasn’t how it was supposed to go!”
He slammed the table. A loud bang echoed through the restaurant.
All eyes turned to him—but Netori glared back, hostile and threatening.
“What the hell are you staring at? You wanna die?”
Everyone looked away, frightened.
Netori propped his feet up on the table, kicking angrily.
This wasn’t just about sleeping with her.
This was supposed to be about making Yujiro suffer.
Damn it. Damn it all.
She’s going to tell Hoshina? That’s blackmail.
Don’t underestimate me, Megumi. You’re just a pretty face. A pretty, disloyal face.
Netori’s feelings for Megumi were real.
But he couldn’t risk Hoshina finding out.
He was sure she’d forgive him again—but he didn’t want to test that.
Netori was confident in Hoshina’s forgiveness.
But he had no idea… Hoshina had already made her decision.