How Can a Sexy Trap Survive in a NTR World? (Original/NTR World)
Autor: TheEternalWanderer© WebNovel
Capítulo 1: Chapter 1
Akira POV
On my tenth's birth my understanding of the world was shattered.
Or maybe it's better to say, I've just started to see it for what it really is. I was never the type of person to think about things outside of my life and my situation. In my past life, this got so bad that my links and connections to my near and extended family were string thin at best. I didn't care about politics or the global or local news or anything that happened in the my old world.
If it didn't affect me personally and my comfort I didn't care. I felt lonely and scolded myself in my mind constantly. I barely even held on to my interests and didn't try hard at anything. Why bother? I don't have the talent, or else I'll just get it instantly, right?
That's why in this new life I wanted to change that attitude. I made friends, Kouji and Eri (Back in primary school, Kouji and I used to play baseball together while Eri cheered us on. At least when I could play), and held on to the bonds I made and cared about them. I kept in contact with my extended family and actually got to remember everyone's name. (Now no one can get me with that "you were so young, you probably don't remember me" bullshit.)
Hell, people here had anime hair, so who knows, maybe this world even has magic. Heh.
Annoyingly, I discovered early on that my features where...beautiful. Too beautiful for a guy. Rather I was cute as heck. I could already tell I would grow up to be a trap. My mom's sense of fashion for me wasn't helpful.
She never got me anything outright for girls, but I had a feeling she wanted to. Most of my clothes were feminine-ish or gender neutral. Whenever I tried to buy male clothing, I either didn't find any my size, or the store would just sell the last one they had that I liked, or it would get lost or something. It's almost like the world was determined to make me dress like a trap.
So what, it's not like I wasn't strictly straight, and even though this is Japan, they don't seem to care about gay couples in this version of it. I mean, I still like girls mostly, but ending up as a trap wasn't so bad.
There were some negatives in this new life, of course. I never realized how much energy my old body had, even if I wasn't fit. While I wasn't anemic or anything in this new waif-y body. I wasn't made for sports. No matter how hard I tried. I physically wasn't meant for it.
I tried out for baseball teams every year in kindergarten and primary school, but as I grew older, I could see the difference in how everyone got better, moved and ran for longer, while I...didn't. My stamina was just too low.
So what though, I'll just take up cardio and exercise till I'm good enough to just play. Even if I'm not good enough to make it to the school team, at least, I want to be able to hang out with my friend at their sides.
All in all, this new life was already better with how active and engaged I was in living it.
I shouldn't have been so optimistic. I should have taken being a trap as the first warning.
At around my tenth birthday, I notice my aunt drifting away. Not in a physical sense but just, she never seemed there or focused when she met us with my uncle, at a family gathering, or when my mom, dad and I visited.
I talked to my uncle about it, and he said she's just tired from how busy her workload was, at her company, as it was tax season.
One time when we were at my aunt's, the door bell rang, and I went to answer.
"Oh, hello. Is this Ms. Youko's home?"
...Disgusting.
That was my first thought when I saw the overweight guy in a suit, holding a business suitcase. I never thought that of fat people, or someone I met for the first time. But the second I saw this man, I felt a deep revulsion in me. I mean hell, the guy may be sweating a bit, but at least I can't smell it. I never just judge people I just met, that I know nothing about.
Yet with this guy, one look and I wanted to spit at him and slam the door.
What is wrong with me? That was it though, there was nothing wrong me with me. It was my intuition just telling me something my mind hadn't realized yet.
"What do you want with Auntie?" I mentally winced as that came out harsher than I wanted.
"We work in the same company. Can you tell her, her friend from work is here, little girl? I have some of her work to hand back to her." He answered easily, smiling in what he probably thought was a dis-alarming manner.
I didn't correct him on calling me a 'little girl'. I didn't want to talk to him more than necessary. I tried to force my face into a neutral expression, and gave a sharp nod. I think I failed, and to that his smile just widened. I closed the door and when to tell my aunt about the creepy guy from her work.
That meeting should have fired all the alarm bells in my head. I should have acted on my gut feelings that something was wrong.
But old habits die hard.
Even if in this life I endeavored to be more engaged and active in my relationships, if something doesn't pertain to me personally I don't pay attention to it. Actively ignore it, yet odds are, there was nothing I could have done anyways.
One day I went to visit my aunt as a surprise. I haven't seen her in while in the family gatherings. My uncle just said her work is having her stifled.
The second I entered the apartment, I heard a faint voice. As I walked closer I recognized it was a moan.
I should have left. I should have turned around and went home. I should have thought about how my uncle should have been on his own travel trip, outside the country for his work, and how there shouldn't be anyone home with Auntie. I should have thought that maybe she was masturbating and I should have left.
I should have considered many things, but all I could think of was that, my uncle was away, and there was two pairs of shoes as the entrance area.
After that, it was like an out-of-body experience. Like watching a cut-scene in a video game. I moved on auto-pilot, and saw what my intuition had already realized but my mind refused.
That fat bastard was plowing my aunt, who was crying out like an animal lost in lust. At that moment she wasn't human. That look she had of a woman who reveled in pleasure to the exclusion of anything else, couldn't come for a person. It could only come from bitch in heat. She never even noticed I was there.
The fat bastard grunted and came, shouting for my aunt to get pregnant, as she cried out on how she will carry his babies.
Then he looked up and saw me.
"Oh, if it isn't the little girl. No, it's...actually a boy, right? Akira-chan?" He asked, talking as if this was a friendly atmosphere.
And just like that, the cut scene was over. Or rather, I forced it to be over.
I ran.
I didn't stop, or talk, or think. I ran back home and hide under the covers.
When I calmed down, I thought to tell my parents. To do something, or anything.
My felt like that was the wrong action. I don't know why, but I kept imagining all the ways things can go wrong. I felt I might lose more things important to me, if I have my parents confront this.
But I was a kid. I can't deal with this on my own.
When you think about it rationally, my aunt was an adulterer, my uncle should know and divorce her. Yet something about the situation nagged at me.
In my past life, I ignored my intuition about, what should be, obvious problems and or hints to situations, paid for it. Just because you ignore problems doesn't mean they are gone.
I replayed the event in my head, really trying to think on what happened. The words, the gestures. This world anime-esque, not just people's hair, but situations too. I have seen girls run into someone, when turning a corner with a piece of toast in their mouth. I have seen love confessions under cherry blossom trees.
This world was an anime world...but what if it's not a good one.
The idea was silly, stupid even, because...it was just too grimdark, too evil to be true.
Then I went to research divorce statistics on the computer, and find out on the common stories on relationships.
I spend days, just looking for evidence, something, anything to tell me it wasn't true.
In the end, I had to accept the truth. I was reborn in a NTR world.
I cried myself to sleep that day.
I couldn't sleep well for the next two weeks. I kept having nightmares about the fat bastard, Haroto it turns out he's called, fucking my aunt, fucking my mom, my grandmom. All the women I knew just becoming sex zombies, that would throw away morality, reason and their loved ones for pleasure.
"Akira, I'm going to visit Youko next Wednesday. I haven't see her in a while, so what do you say?" My mom asked me one day. I looked at her in quiet dread. "You look so sad for a few days now. You said you didn't see her last time you visited because she was out, this time I called her, and she's looking forward to see us. I know she hasn't been around the last few family get togethers, so this should be fun, right?"
I knew that if we went to my aunt's something horrible was gonna happen. I knew it in my gut.
I had four days to prevent that visit at my aunt's.
So the next day when mom was out grocery shopping and dad was at work, I burned our house down.
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