I Received an NTR V*deo - Episode 25

“…This is the worst.”
I muttered to myself as I stared into the mirror.
My face looked pale, dark circles sat under my eyes—I looked awful. And unsurprisingly, I felt just as bad.
How did things end up like this?
My life up until now had been like riding a train with no destination in mind—smooth, unthinking, effortless.
I was always considered an easygoing child, and before I realized it, I had become popular.
Even though I was a girl, I stood out in class. The boys protected me, the girls admired me. That started early in elementary school.
Compared to the kids who were always on the edges of the classroom, I thought I had it easy. As long as I stayed on this ride in a good mood, everything would be fine.
That’s what I believed.
Others had to adapt, make changes to stay happy.
They’d think, “I have to get along with that person now,” or, “I better take her side or she might turn on me.” By the time you hit the upper grades, most kids start carefully watching their surroundings just to survive.
But not me.
I didn’t need to change. I was the center. If I was in trouble, someone helped me. When I changed, others adjusted to me. I never had to switch tracks.
That carried over into middle school—but that’s when the changes started creeping in.
Boys and girls started seeing each other differently.
And I… I became the focus of a lot of attention.
I was confessed to—countless times. From flirty boys to arrogant ones, even the serious, quiet types.
For three years, this continued. But with my usual cheerful demeanor, I handled the confessions in a way that didn’t make anyone feel bad. Because of that, I managed to live peacefully.
I entered high school without ever dating anyone.
Maybe I just didn’t understand love. Or maybe there was never a boy I could fall in love with.
Thinking back on it, it was probably the latter.
Because eventually, I did fall in love.
The world kept revolving around me, and I thought, as long as I stayed the same, happiness would come naturally. I was sure of it.
Then one day, in my second year of high school, after staying out late with friends, I had a fateful encounter.
Yujiro Enjo.
That was the first time my heart skipped a beat.
Sure, I’d had boys help me before. But never like this. Never in a way that made my chest tighten and my breath catch.
He felt like fate—my soulmate. I believed that completely.
But then another boy came into the picture.
Shuji Netori.
It was like transferring trains for the first time.
And that was the beginning of my mistake.
I realized it too late. I tried to return to the original track… but everything had already changed.
I looked away from the mirror and stepped out of the dressing room.
“Megumi, what do you want for breakfast?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s unusual.”
My mother called out from the living room, but I declined. I had never skipped breakfast in all my 17 years—not even when I was bedridden with a fever in elementary school.
But today, I couldn’t stomach a thing. I was more miserable than I had ever been.
I went back to my room and lay on my bed until it was time to leave for school.
What am I supposed to do?
I had no one I could talk to about this. A whole week passed before I realized it.
I couldn’t tell my friends. I couldn’t even tell Yujiro—my boyfriend.
What should I do?
Up until now, my life had required no detours. If I’d just stayed on that train, I’d have arrived at my happy ending.
But switching trains once… completely changed everything.
Now I’m left with regret. With fear. With uncertainty.
But I’ve made a decision.
That day, I headed to the school rooftop.
It was lunchtime. Most students were eating. The roof was off-limits, but a few students had a spare key and used it as a hideaway.
A secret sanctuary where no teachers patrolled, a place of solitude.
When I arrived, Netori was already there. His face lit up in surprise when he saw me—followed quickly by a smile.
“Megumi… what’s going on?”
I approached him slowly, my heart heavy.
“Netori, there’s something I need to say.”
“I wanted to talk too. Megumi, I love you. I’ve been so down ever since you brought up breaking up. I’m really glad you came.”
“…Is that so? Do you really mean that?”
Part of me wanted to believe him. Another part was filled with doubt.
The conflicting feelings made me dizzy.
Still, I had to say it.
This wasn’t just about me.
“I’m serious. I love you.”
“Then… will you take responsibility?”
“…Take responsibility? What are you talking about?”
I looked down, struggling for words.
I had already decided—I would build a future with Yujiro.
I had made up my mind… yet this happened.
One mistake derailed everything.
An accident, a detour, a moment of carelessness—and now here I was, unable to turn back.
But I had to face it.
No more running. This involved both of us.
I looked Netori in the eye and said it.
“…I’m pregnant.”
“…What?”
For a second, he was shocked. Then slowly, his face lit up.
He smiled—genuinely.
A high school pregnancy. It’s probably the worst possible thing that could’ve happened.
But when I saw that smile… part of me thought maybe—just maybe—he would save me.
And that part of me was painfully naive.