NTR Redemption Suggestions?

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@Sheild0731 Damn. I forgot about this. I never finished it, but I'll share what I managed to touch up.


“This can’t be…no! This isn’t happening!”
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It was a sunny, but windy early April midday. The songs of distant birds were stolen away, and the whole house cold. The two ‘men’ of the house were out, leaving two others there. A young woman entered the living room, finding a dark-haired man on the couch. His head was in his hands, staring down at the floor. He was left with the knowledge of what the two animals had done to her. She wore her usual outfit and forced her gentle smile, in the appearance that nothing was wrong, but the two both knew their whole world had been cracked.

Her face was a mixture of worry & guilt, but fought it to speak. “A…Akkun?”

He turned to her, only giving a glimpse, before he turned away. “What…what do you want?”

The turn felt like a knife in her heart, but it was one she put there. The night before, she heard him cry out in heartbroken anguish, but it only sank in when she returned from dizzy intoxication. Now her senses had returned, “Akkun, I…I want to talk to you.”

“About what?” He asked, barely able to stomach looking at her face. The night before, he saw it twisted in depraved bliss, next to the cruel eyes of his brother. “Did you want to…break up, because of that, Koharu? I shouldn’t be surprised…I guess I would have done the same…”

“No,” she sat beside him, fighting a knot in her throat. Her smile had vanished, now. “No, I…I want to apologize… For what I’ve done. For what I let them do to me. And… I want to be with you…but only if you’ll have me.” The images flashed in her mind: a hideous, piggish father, and a cruel ogre of a brother. His Father. His brother. They violated her, blackmailed her, humiliated her. And now, they’ve hurt him.

He fought to look back at her. Her kind face always gave him strength. But now even the slightest glance brought images of those monsters with her. “How can I believe that?” he asked, “How can I believe you, when you probably had multiple chances to get away from my dad & brother?” He sighed, turning his green eyes to the floor again, “I can’t forget what happened…”

The lump in her throat returned. It was true, or at least felt as such. She had chances to run, or even tell her fiance. But then the fear set in, driven by the cruel words of those men. “They overpowered me. Then blackmailed me. They said they’d put me in the papers, as an indecent woman, who deliberately cheated on you. Said that I’d never get to find work after that. Never earn a living...Never get out…”

His eyes were barraged with horrific images of things they’d done to other women in the past, and his heart sank. But then her hand lay on his. It was warm.

“I…I know I can’t undo what I’ve done. And I’m willing to leave, if you don’t want me anymore. You deserve a better woman than me. But before that, I want to prove that I still love you…”

He looked up to her eyes. Blue piercing the foul visages of his family. He saw her. And in those eyes was regret & sorrow…and also a will to make things right. He could tell that she was genuine. And from there, things were clear. If he were to stay with her, the scandal would follow them both, and could turn the world cruel to them. They would see Koharu as a slut, and Arata as a cuckold.
And if they were to break up, she would never get a career for herself. Probably ending up as a prostitute, or one of his father’s sick toys. But he himself would be free. Free to find happiness without her. And maybe find another. But he couldn’t. He shivered, his lip trembled, and in a swift motion, wrapped his arms around her to hold her tightly.

She hugged him back. There wasn’t a malicious bone in her body, regarding their love. There might have been damage brought about, but it didn’t change how she felt. And so, summoning up all the courage she had, she softly, but clearly spoke, “Arata…I want to have sex with you.”

“H…huh!?” He gasped out, looking into her eyes again. “Are you serious?”

Guilt returned to her eyes again, “I know we were both saving ourselves for…consummation. And I’ve been…broken. But I still want to feel it…and experience it with you,” Her face slowly reddened, but her eyes were clear. Not just shame, but love. Both emotional and physical. “I don’t want it from anyone else. Not Genzou. Not Masaru… But I want it…and I want it to be with you.”

He blushed as he heard her say these words. Until last night, he couldn’t have imagined her saying such things, with such conviction. “I don’t know, I…” He nearly whimpered, as images of her on that awful night returned. But unlike before, she wasn’t on the other side of a hole in the wall. He could feel her with him. And she was asking for it? He bit his lip for a moment, before letting out a sigh, “Well…”

The next instant he leaned up to kiss her lips. And whether it was her, him, or both, they held it, and held each other tightly unlike every other time. Something sparked within Koharu, and it drove her tongue to slide into his mouth, encouraging theirs to mingle. Her mind felt a slight haze come over it, like when she was fucked by those beasts, mixing with the familiar tenderness of being with Arata. But now, something new flickered. A tiny flame, like that of a candle. She was burning for him.

He rested his hands on her waist, wanting nothing more than to forget what they had done to him. Trying to be better than them, but as the two felt their heat build up, the worry faded away. And he almost unconsciously was moving his hands up and down her hips & thighs.

She encouraged his hands to explore along her legs–even under her short pleated skirt. He could feel those stockings were new, with what felt like garters. Meanwhile, she stroked his back and clenched his long hair–not pulling or tugging, but simply holding him as tight as she could. Her eyes were closed, as she melted & moaned into the continuing kiss.

When the kiss finally broke, her mouth was wide open, with a strand of saliva connecting their tongues together. Her jaw was trembling, “Sh…shall we…?”

He was shuddering and panting, as his heart raced. He didn’t even notice the position they were in. His chest against hers, her legs on his lap. It was everything he’d hoped for. He simply nodded back, and began to slowly lift off her cream sweater. She reared her arms back, as she let him.

However underneath that cute, demure wool was something far less modest. It was some kind of fetish top, made of translucent scarlet latex. Tied to a central ring, narrow straps covered her erect nipples, connecting to some raised garter belt. Her large breasts bounced freely, released from the sweater. His jaw dropped, and his green eyes went wide at the sight. She meekly spoke with a red face, “I…I hope you like it.”

Arata’s face was red, as he bit his lip, and his pants tightened. His eyes flickered between lust and anger. He gently put a hand to her stomach, and cleared his throat, “Did they…make you wear this?”

She slowly nodded back, “Among other ones. Like that purple one, from when you…saw me. They slipped them in little boxes into my room.” She slowly put her hand on his again, before gingerly rubbing him through his pants. “But, I’m not wearing this because they want me to, anymore. I’m wearing it for you…and for me.” And carefully started to unzip his pants.

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The flicker of ire then gave way to fluster, and his face turned a deeper shade of red. He ran his finger along the hem of her garter, “All…for me?” His heart began to pound as he swallowed, and his cock throbbed to life underneath her. They both could feel it pulsing with need.

“W-well, I kind of like some of them. Not for going out in public, of course, but for…” She trailed off, as she finally freed his member, and it sprang forth. As it turns out, he had inherited something from his awful father, with his rod being even bigger than either Koharu had taken prior. She hobbled down to the floor to look at it up close. She’d never seen it before, but could hardly look away. Lust was flaring in her eyes as she stared at it, before looking back up to him, as if asking permission.

Arata himself was flummoxed, at the way she looked at it. He expected her to be disappointed, with how much his father & brother put him down, belittling him for being weak and presumably ‘small-dicked.’ That otherwise, he’d be just as chauvinistic as them. But now, seeing her get down on her knees for it so eagerly shocked him, “Would you…like to taste it?”

Elation sparked in her, as she heard those words, and cooed back, “Yes~” Without another second, she wrapped her lips around the head, and slid it right in! She gave a delighted moan, as he let out a sharp gasp, as she began. Be it through eagerness to please her fiance, or knowledge that came from his father’s ‘training,’ she ravenously drank it in.

‘Could this be real?’ he wondered to himself. It had to be a dream. A fantasy he was making up, out of heartbroken denial. Such heavenly lips and moans felt too good to be true. He pinched himself and forced open his eyes to see that it was all too real. And unconsciously, he started to buck his hips.

She bounced her head up and down on his cock, sliding his pants down to get to more. She delighted in the taste, texture, and sheer girth of this man’s rod. At the same time, she looked dreamily up at him, wriggled off her skirt, and started to fondle herself. All without stopping or slowing a bit.

He was panting and shivering by now, confusion & love raged inside him. As the woman he loved looked like a slut…but she was his slut. He clenched the arm of the couch, and rested the other hand on her head. “Ko…Koharu…!” He bucked his hips harder.

At this point, his balls were tapping & bouncing against her chin. Her tongue slid along his rod, while her lips were vacuum sealed around it. His hand barely pressed on her head, but merely being there added to this intoxicating feeling of subjugation. And it coming from the man she loved was like heaven.
“Oh god… Koharu!” he panted, as he continued to pump and sweat. He now took her head with both hands, and thrusting like never before. All the animosity he had towards her was seeping from him, and he was practically squeezing it out. “I’m gonna cum!!”

She moaned with joy as she grabbed onto his hips, eager to get it all. Her eyes were glazed, and tears of ecstatic lust ran down her cheeks, as her mind practically melted. She was his slut, now. This was what she lived for, now. This was a dream come true.

Arata let out a whimper and a sigh, and came hard down her throat. His balls pulsed, pumping thick, potent seed into her–clearly he was backed up. He held her in, as he kept panting. “K-Keep going, Koharu! Take it all!”

And she did. Gulping it all down with remarkable strength. Cradling, and massaging his balls to get all she could. When it seemed finished, she let it slide out and looked up to him. Her eyes were dizzy & unfocused, her tongue was hanging out, and her lips were curled into a messy, almost catlike smile. A bubble of seed formed on her lips, as she cooed to him, “Akkun… You came so much…”

Her face was familiar to him. Hauntingly familiar. It was the same she made when he saw his brother fucking her. That horrific memory taunted him for a moment, before he realized–she was looking up to him. She was cooing his name. She was lusting for him. He wouldn’t let it go to waste. “I…I want you to forget about my father & brother!” he commanded, as he pulled her back up into his lap.

Her eyes were still dizzy, but she nodded, “I will…” and kissed him deeply. Neither cared about how she had just sucked him off. The taste mingled with their tongues, as his hands were filled by her cheeks. When their lips finally parted, and their eyes opened again to meet, Koharu was pinned down on the couch.

In that moment, this was no longer about penitence, or pleading forgiveness. He fought back tears, as he got ready, “I don’t care if I’m not your first. I just want you, Koharu!”

Carefully, she opened her legs, as she slid her thong out of the way. Her pussy was soaked and glistening. “Take me, Arata. Make me yours~”

With nothing more than a nod and a kiss, he pushed himself inside her with one quick thrust. She squealed with delight, as she let him in.. No warm up, nor easing in. He went right to slamming his hips back and forth. His cock practically scrubbed the touch of his family out. She was his now, and he was going to make sure of it. And he was going to make his father & brother pay for what they did to her.

Back the moment, Koharu was getting his shirt off, and had already slipped her breasts free of the straps. They were now bouncing to the rhythm, and she looked up at him with a lewd face. Inside, she was tight, damp, and warm. Her face was lewd, and she held him tightly, “I love you, Arata!”

He smiled back to her, knowing she wasn’t just a broken slut. “I love you Koharu! I love you so much~!” This was conscious. This was willing. And no amount of abuse from his family could take that away from either of them. His chest rubbed against hers, and their lips mashed together.

Tears of joy welled in her eyes before she closed them, letting the other senses guide them. Breath, flesh, and fluid mingled together in heavenly conjugation. She moaned as he clamped his lip onto her nipple and began to suck them. Together again. She was to be his love forever, and in the future–the mother of his children. Her womb tensed up as they both got close.

Arata felt tension throughout his whole body like never before, as he drew closer–they could both feel the edge approaching. As their lips were locked, so to did their eyes as they released everything into each other. Arata’s warmth filled her insides as he came. Not once even thinking about pulling out.

The moment their lips finally parted, both were panting for air. Senses returned, and the two realized they were both covered in hot sweat. Koharu was the first to speak between them. Or rather murmur, “Ak...kun…I love you.”

He smiled back at her, before returning a kiss. “I love you too, Koharu.” He could still feel a bit of vigor in them both, and remembered the part of the house they were in. His hands slid underneath her, as he started to pick her up. “Let’s go to our room, shall we?”

“Mm…Let’s…” She cooed back, as she wrapped her arms & legs around him to hold on. He carried her all the way up the stairs, leaving their clothes behind, scattered about the floor as declaration for what had happened. He locked the door behind them, and left that wretched peephole uncovered.

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Maybe i should finish this.

@NitroNeedle You should finish this. Hopefully, Arata and Koharu could eventually get away from the fat bastard and his hideous swine of a son and start a new life elsewhere. They're in need of a new beginning. Speaking of the two bastards, here's hoping they get severely punished in the next part of your story, if you finish it that is. If there's any unfortunate NTR couple that deserves a genuine happy ending, Arata and Koharu are that couple.

@BastardButcher The conclusion.

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A half hour had passed. Even after that, Arata was taking her hard & fast, but at the same time two other men were entering the house. The older one was laughing about something, and wondering what would be next for his toy…before noticing clothes on the floor. “What the hell…?” he asked, before his brow furrowed, “Seems Arata’s overreached, trying to take Koharu. Limpdick little fuck thinks he actually has a claim to the slut I’ve trained…”


Meanwhile, Koharu’s face was red with excitement, thinking about how they’d be found. She was panting for air, and sweating bullets as she was fucked vigorously by her lover–no aphrodisiac necessary, this time. Arata panted with her, holding her close & tight while they fucked like dogs. Inside, he had to admit that she was kind of hot like this–in these positions, and dressed in such slutty attire. The betrayal was what hurt. But now that she was his again, he was going to indulge it all. Thrust by thrust.


Back down the stairs, Masaru chuckled to himself. “He’s probably trying his best, old man. It’s not like little Arata could dream of matching up.”

Genzou shrugged, “The little bastard can barely get it up. If he’s trying anything with Koharu-chan, it’s not likely with that tiny cock of his…”

Koharu was presently biting into the covers. Arata’s ‘tiny cock’ having driven her to such heights, that she was stifling her own moans, clinging to his arm, feeling his closeness, and loving every instant of it. She was lost in glorious pleasure of it, while he was fucking out every bit of frustration & aggression over these last few week. His ear picked up the sound of the door downstairs opening, and just resolved to do her harder. He lightly bit into her neck as he fucked her. He wasn’t going to let those bastards in, they didn’t deserve it.

What would they see through the keyhole, after fruitlessly jiggling the doorknob? A sexual peer? Their ‘weak’ bastard kin trying to defy them? Or maybe they’d only see Koharu full of bliss, chanting her fiance’s pet-name as a dark-haired stranger blew her back out? She had to just be doping herself with that aphrodisiac. Maybe she just had found a kink in calling that weakling’s name.

Genzou relocated to look through the peephole to get a better view, and his eyes went wide with shock from what he beheld.

“Koharu…I’m…gonna cum again…”

“Ahh… Akk… Akkun… Give me…all that you have…!”

With that, he lifted up one of her legs, and turned her head to his before kissing her hard and deep. Without pausing or missing a beat, he kept thrusting into her. His balls slapped against her thighs, and he was filling up her insides…with a huge member. Bigger than his brother’s. Bigger than his own father’s. And the sheer volume was practically bloating her belly. Their kiss broke, letting escape a cry of bliss from what was presumed to be their new pet slut.

She was drooling, with her eyes rolled up, “So… so warm…” She slowly closed her eyes as the afterglow set in, sapping most of her strength & senses. Having just gotten the fucking of her life, she couldn’t even hear the sound of Masaru fruitlessly trying to get the door open, or Genzou’s growling curses.

Arata held her closely & gently, feeling like he’d regained something he had lost for so long. He wanted to stay in this moment, but the braying monsters outside the room were sadly impossible to ignore. Setting her gingerly on the bed, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her face, before he stood up from the bed.

Masaru was hunched low, fiddling with a pin to try and pick the lock. He jerked & jiggled the doorknob to the point that his hand started to get sore. Then, as he was twisting it, he felt the lock suddenly come undone. Before he could react, a hard slam swung the door wide open, and the hard metal bashed him right in the face! When his sight returned somewhat, he saw his naked brother glowering at Genzou.

The father looked at his son with dismissive contempt. “You don’t know what you’re doing, Arata. You think you know how to properly use a woman? Please. Especially since I’ve given her some proper training, you can’t keep a hold of her, as you are.”

“Dad…shut the hell up,” were the first words to coldly leave his lips. They were the same height, but for the first time, he could really see how tiny the old man was. “Shut the hell up about ‘training,’ and ‘using,’ and all that other horseshit for once in your meaningless life.”

“My meaningless life. And what of yours? A pathetic little cuck like you? What kind of life can you make for the two of you? You think that now you’ve lost your virginity, you’re finally a man? No. Within minutes that adrenaline will fade, and you’ll return to the weakling you’ve always been.” His words were poison, but the telltale bead of sweat on his head, and the twitch in his leg told of his own weakness.

“Please, you couldn’t even keep Mom,” he clenched his teeth, remembering her, “You’ve got a one-track mind, that can barely function beyond your balls. And you talk a lot of shit, for a living breathing mound of it. The fact that I was ever scared of you is a bigger insult than anything you’ve ever told me…”

Before he could finish, Genzou kicked up his leg at Arata’s groin, only for him to dodge, grab the old man by the collar, and slam him against the wall! The old man grunted as his joints ached, and opened his winced eyes to see new ones before him. Full of clarity, purpose, and fury. Beads of sweat formed all over his ugly head.

“You can deal with your own shit. I'm taking Koharu with me, and you're not gonna see us ever again for any reason. Got it? I don't care if Masaru gets in a car crash, or if you get diagnosed with terminal cancer. I'm not seeing you again, and if you even think about coming near her, me, or my family–My Family–I'm going to lay your head down on train tracks and watch the next train come by, got it?"

As the son poured out all of his hate, the father’s eyes lost focus, and his breathing went funny. Age had been catching up to him for a while, but rage drove him to still push back, “You… You ungrateful, petulant, mouthy little shit bastard!” He spat in his face, “You worthless, hopeless, pathetic fuck! You… you…!” And suddenly… he went limp.

The fat old man was still breathing–he could feel it on his wrist. He slumped down against the wall. The posture he was in was definitely going to hurt, when he finally came to.

Arata looked down on him, wiping the spit from his face with a sigh. He saw something out of the corner of his eye, and turned to see Koharu.

She was still as naked as he was, and unlike the other two men, her senses had returned. Her eyes shone with a mix of fear and love, before wordlessly running over to hug him tightly. His heart was still hammering in his chest, she could feel it. As he hugged her back.

“Let’s go,” he kissed her cheek, “Anywhere’s better than here…”

She only nodded, and worked quickly to get re-dressed & packed. Arata did the same, but took a few extra steps to copy over some hidden data on the old man’s past sexual activities & exploitations… and the fate of his mother. He also went in and had a few thousand yen transferred from the bastard’s account to his. A dowry of rent, and some insurance.

Masaru did not try to stop them, only passively glancing at them, holding his head, and stifling a couple of gags. Arata barely looked at him.

Within the hour, he found her by the idling car. “I’ve got everything ready,” she stated, “The car is all warmed up.”

He accepted her extended hand, and kissed her cheek before getting inside and backing out. The wheel felt so much…lighter. Everything did, now.

Koharu sat beside him in the car, looking at him with a reddened face. She’d always seen him as so cute & sweet, if a bit shy. But now… he looked different. So much more confident. So much more daring & purposeful. And so much… much… more handsome.

The light turn red before them, and the stop shook them both back to reality. Arata tilted his head up, and drew in much needed breath. “I… had no idea I could do that.”

“I… neither did I… It…honestly shook me, a little. As in, how much of it was for me, and how much was, well… for your family?” She carefully reached over to touch his shoulder. “But… are you at all…angry…with me?”

Arata looked down to the road, driving forward, “Those creatures are not my family. Not anymore… And honestly… I am, a bit…” he sighed, putting his hand on hers. “But they blackmailed you to do that, right? Not once did you do it because you didn’t love me, right?”

She nodded. “They did. And the whole time, I was worried how they’d use it to destroy you…” She slowly put her hands in her lap, and thought for a while. Hoping he couldn’t see the tears forming in her eyes…before turning to him, letting him see all of her. “Arata… I want to know… Do you still love me?”

He pulled up to another red light and exhaled, before looking into her eyes with a softer expression, and a few tears of his own. "Of course I do. I...well, it may make me seem weak, but...there was no way I could give up loving you.”

She gave a little smile, and a soft sniffle. "Thank you...Akkun. I know we can't erase the past, but...if you'll have me. We can start over. Free from that house of beasts."

He nodded and held her hand, leaning in to kiss her again. They would start over, and move on from everything that happened.

They would make a new family.

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Hoo... Lord... The muse really sank in, that I was able to finish it. I should publish this somewhere.

I remember a couple of other RPs I played of this continuity, where Koharu is still damaged & horny, but wholly devoted to Arata. Some, where he gets her pregnant.
And a concept for another, an au following the game's nonsexual good/neutral end--where Arata & Koharu leave before anything can happe--where they are staying elsewhere, but suffer nightmares of the bad end scenario. They realize they had the same dream, and seek counseling, which leads to them having sex for the first time. And another, where they're staying with Koharu's parents, and Arata is the one getting kinky with her behind closed doors.

I'm still alive. Just VERY selective.

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