Calibrating the NTR Drift in the Light Novel 0

Chapter 0 – Polite and Light Protest

– Youngbae, I’m sorry… Me… Now I can’t live without Seongjin.

– That’s right? I guess your childhood friend likes me better than you now, huh?

– Oh, no… No! Yuri, please don’t do this… You weren’t this kind of kid!

– No. I used to be this kind of girl. Seongjin, or rather, the owner, let me know. The real me… I’m really sorry…

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I read up to that point and quietly closed the Internet window.

And I suppressed the anger that seemed to explode inside me.

Who is the most trashy person in the world?

Guys who only want to be carried on their backs while playing games?

People who throw and troll because they are trying to stop them?

Episode 1 craftsmen who only draw episode 1 and never draw episode 2?

No, the most trashy and deserving people are the ones who deliberately create sharp endings to make others look like shit.

Just like the writer of the light novel Love in School I used to watch!

If it had been NTR from the beginning, I wouldn’t have been angry.

However, this writer created a harem romantic comedy and hit the NTR drift at the end.

I’m not angry because it’s NTR.

This writer directly betrayed his readers’ expectations.

And the heroines who should be happy were prevented from doing so.

And that too deliberately and maliciously.

It would be better if, after being NTRed, she completely loved the guy who stole her from her.

But that’s not it, do you just surrender your body and feel guilt as guilt?

Who do you drift like this for?

I felt like I would break a lot of things if I stayed home, so I quietly packed my bag and started the car.

And I drove in a rage to the editor where “Love in School” Was serialized.

According to what the writer said in between, the editing company also handles work and serialization, so it must be there.

After arriving at the editorial office, I carried my bag and headed to the office.

It was a small company with no fingerprint or employee ID recognition devices, so it was easy to get inside.

When a face they had never seen before stood still near the entrance, several employees stood at a distance and asked.

“Who are you?”

“Where is the Love in School writer?”

“Unless you are an employee, entry is prohibited. “Get out now.”

When there was no sign of the writer coming, I unzipped the bag and took out the items inside.

Huge pata and ohama.

Wow!!!

I smashed the standing bonsai trees and the table and spoke again amidst the screams.

“Love in School Writer.”

Once I started taking action, the built-up anger exploded, and my head started pounding, and I couldn’t hear well.

The Love in School author still hasn’t appeared.

“Writer.”

Clink! Kwasik!

I found the writer by breaking down the door with a pata and a hammer and overturning the monitor and table.

“Along! Come!”

In a state of extreme excitement, I could no longer maintain superficial composure, so I screamed and went on a rampage.

Now I can’t balance my body and can’t even see clearly.

“That! Seed!! Foot!!! Young!!!! Along!!!!! Come on – Wow… “

As I was making a fuss, I suddenly felt a huge pressure on the back of my neck and lost my pata and ohamma.

I felt like my whole body was turning to stone and I lost consciousness.