The days following were surprisingly peaceful for Yuuto. No NTR dramas to handle – just the usual hassle with the Culture Club. Their late scouting sessions, event preparations, and trip planning meant he was stuck with logistics and seldom got home before 18:00. When the weekend rolled in, bringing a school-free day, Yuuto found himself with nothing pressing to do. After his usual workout, he embraced his favorite pastime: idly whiling away his hours.
Seated at his computer in the dimly lit room, Yuuto chuckled to himself, reading aloud a message he had crafted: "Dear great Mr. Anti-NTR Man, is NTR exclusive to men? All the doujins I see depict men being cucked."
He had written this question to himself, playing both inquirer and respondent. Logging into his website account with zest, he began typing his response.
"Absolutely NOT! NTR can affect anyone, regardless of gender. The prevalence of men being cucked in doujins is due to a few reasons. One, the majority of doujin readers are male, making them the primary audience. Two, traditional gender roles play a part. In many societies, men are expected to be dominant in relationships. NTR flips this idea on its head, adding a twist to the narrative. But remember, this is all fictional. In reality, anyone can be cucked, be it male or female," he wrote, his voice tinged with enthusiasm as he narrated his own words. A creepy, disgusting smile stretched across his face.
"Ah, don't hate me because I'm beautiful. Maybe if you tried some of that confidence, you'd get some bitches on your dick. Better yet, maybe your s-"
His nonsensical rambling were interrupted by loud knockings on the door to his room.
"YUU NII, I'M TALKING ON THE PHONE!!! STOP TALKING TO YOUR IMAGINARY FRIEND!" His sister's voice pierced through the door.
'Tsk.'
"Huuuh?! You think I care? Sure as shit you don't when you speak to your friends. Just put on some earphones or something." he shot back, his face twisting into a sneer that would fit a street tough.
"At least I'm talking to real people, Yuu-ni. You know what? Talk to yourself some more. I'll record you,, that way I could convince Daddy to finally send you to the insane asylum. He was asking me for evidence for that since a while ago."
"TALKING TO ONESELF IS HEALTHY, YOU LITTLE SHIT. You could use some self-reflection for yourself." His face muscles all tightened, his expression turned more disgusting.
"Healthy? Not when YOU do it. Ugh, whatever..." His sister's voice faded away along with her retreating footsteps.
"Finally, some peace—" [DING DONG] The doorbell echoed through the Sakurai household.
"Goddamn it."
"Yuu-Ni... Not moving from my room, so you open the door," his sister shouted from her room.
"Goddamn it times two!" Yuuto grumbled, punching his desk in frustration. He quickly stood up, stormed out of his room, and slammed the door behind him.
[DING DONG]
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming..." he muttered, approaching the front door with his fake glasses and wig still on; as he opened the door with a swift motion.
"Hello!" The person who stood outside called.
Yuuto hesitated, sizing up the individual before him. The man was a tall foreigner with smooth skin, wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, and several piercings. He was dressed in a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt, jeans, and well-worn work shoes, smiling broadly at Yuuto.
Yuuto's face tightened, his eyes narrowing in distrust, his expression souring further. "Ahem! (In broken English) Yuu got the wrong addressu! Purrease ghetto the fahk outta hear—"
"I can speak Japanese. Nice to meet you, Sakurai. I'm Shiyon Michaels," the man said smoothly, his Japanese flawless and his voice calm and controlled.
"Shiyon...? Like, John..?" Yuuto muttered under his breath, instantly wary of Shiyon's overly friendly demeanor.
'Another blonde guy with piercings... It's like flipping a coin with these types. If Sendo was good, Kazuki was bad... Then is this guy extra good or EXTRA bad? Well, he ain't got much of a tan... So I haven't got a clue.'
"Ahh, you're quick! It's my American name, adapted for Japan! Let's shake hands," Shiyon said, extending his hand with an innocent smile.
Without hesitation, Yuuto replied flatly, "No. Get the fuck out of here."
"Haha..."
"Ha.."
"Huh?" Shiyon blinked, his smile faltering slightly.
"Do I need to say it again? (In English) Get the fuck out of here," Yuuto stated, his English accent rough but his message unmistakable.
"W-what...? I thought all Japanese were hospitable..." Shiyon said, scratching his head with an uneasy smile.
'How does this guy know my name? He called me Sakurai, so maybe he saw the mailbox... But he's acting like we're familiar... Must be a scam. Definitely shady,' Yuuto thought, his suspicion growing.
"I'm pretty sure all those people you harvested organs from were real hospitable too. Now scram, or I'm calling the cops."
Shiyon's smile broadened, a glint of curiosity in his eyes as he observed Yuuto.
"What if I choose not to leave?" he inquired politely, clasping his hands behind his back and maintaining steady eye contact with Yuuto, as if testing him.
They held each other's gaze for a tense few seconds.
"I'll report you for trespassing," Yuuto stated firmly.
In response, Shiyon stepped back five paces, leaving the boundaries of Yuuto's garden.
"What about now?" he asked again, his tone still curious.
'What a nutcase,' Yuuto thought... Are we gonna tell him?
"Loitering around like that? That's harassment, you freak. Cops would still be my first call."
Shiyon's expression fell slightly as he looked away.
"That's unfortunate... I came here with a purpose, and you're just shutting me out... I feel so nervous, coming all the way... Just for you." He muttered in a suggestive manner.
Despite the increased distance, Yuuto instinctively took a step back.
"I don't swing that way, bro." He replied bluntly.
Shiyon exhaled deeply.
"Fine, no subtlety with you, then. What would you do..." His smile turned sly, his eyes narrowing, "if I decided to attack you, right now?"
Yuuto appeared to be still relaxed. His expression unchanged.
"Well, are you going to?" Yuuto challenged, watching as Shiyon's smile wavered, returning to a more awkward expression as his usual nonchalance crept back.
"...You know, I could be packing a gun or a knife. A foreigner at your doorstep... I could just shoot you and harvest your organs, along with your family's," Shiyon suggested, a hint of zeal in his voice.
"Then do it," Yuuto challenged, standing casually by the open door, leaning against the interior wall.
Shiyon let out another sigh, his demeanor relaxing as he stood just beyond the garden's edge.
"Truth is, I don't have a knife or gun. I'm not in the organ business, and I'm not going to attack you," he confessed, his earlier enthusiasm fading.
"Great. So, can you leave now?"
"...Sakurai."
"What now?"
A soft, amiable smile crept across Shiyon's face as he chuckled. "I like you, Sakurai. You're more interesting than I anticipated. You've piqued my curiosity in unexpected ways..."
Yuuto visibly cringed at his words.
"Just... please go," Yuuto responded, his voice slightly tremulous.
"Fair enough... This has been an enlightening visit. We'll cross paths again, I'm sure." With that, Shiyon turned and walked away, disappearing from Yuuto's sight.
"I-I'll baseball you in the head if you even look at me!" Yuuto shouted as he slammed the door to his house.
"I must admit, Sen-chun, I wasn't quite ready for that," Shiyon mused with a sigh of relief.
"Aniki, I know ya said to not butt in, but it felt weird hearing Senpai talk to you like that. Why didn't ya just tell him who ya are? I warned ya, Senpai's not exactly warm to folks he doesn't know," Sendo queried as Shiyon approached him.
Shiyon responded by gently placing a hand on Sendo's shoulder.
"Ah, don't fret, Sen-chun. I didn't take it the wrong way," he reassured with a smile, his eyes sparkling with an intriguing light. "Your Senpai... there's something really fascinating about him. Can't wait to bump into him again at school."
"Oh..!! So you did like him!" Sendo exclaimed, his face lighting up with youthful excitement.
"But, Aniki, what if some bad dude who ain't you tried to attack all of a sudden? What would Senpai have done then?"
"Don't you worry about that, Sen-chun," Shiyon said, his smile widening knowingly as he remembered how Yuuto's arm muscles had tensed, ready for action, behind the door; as if gripping an object of some sort. "I have a feeling he'd handle himself just fine."
"If ya think so, Aniki. I always thought Senpai was tough, so yer probably right," Sendo agreed.
"Right, now, about your Kendo progress, I know all about. I'm curious to see how you've been doing academically," Shiyon shifted the topic gently as they began to walk away.
"Ahh, it's nothing big, Aniki! But I did get better grades in all my classes! In this class, I scored this, and in that class, I got that..." Sendo prattled on, beaming with pride as he shared his academic achievements with Shiyon; his Kendo sword firmly attached on his back.