tfw I don't have anyone to talk to about my fondness for NTR.
I had no idea the latest installment of MTSP|Jin's Tachibana-san series was translated until a few hours ago (yea, whereTF have I been?).
But damn, this author's had me hooked from the jump, and showing no signs of letting up. And now... I have to play the waiting game, again; A true continuation
is in the works this time and after reading the latest one, SO many questions/scenarios are swirling around in my head right now, to the point I can't sleep.
I've read a lot of netorare, but very few other authors have left me introspecting half as strongly as this after a read: Aoi Hitori and Sanbun Kyoden are two who immediately come to mind. But this guy Jin is different for me somehow. And after some thought, aside from the fact that the antagonists are rapey, I think it's because he's the first author who's gotten me to sympathize with the one getting NTR'd for more than just a couple, shallow, fleeting moments. I mean, generally, I'll feel sorry for dude, but I hardly ever dwell on it. When it comes to this genre, I typically find enjoyment in watching the woman give into her lust, and the feelings of guilt that're often associated with it during the act or after the fact. The stronger her commitment to her boytoy/hubby/family, the more intoxicating the sensation I get. I guess you can say I get high enough off the cheating part --the covert sexual escapades-- so if/when the cuckold finds out, it's merely a bonus (when it's done right).
Here's what countless discussions on /a/ have taught me, though; I'm doing it wrong. Y'see, apparently --and this is the darndest thing but-- apparently, the people who swear by their utter love or outright disgust for this genre... are actually self-inserting as the poor sap who's getting the love of his/her life (the mother/father of their children, often times) STOLEN! By the guy with the bigger penis! YUP! So, basically, I'm the dude spreading heroin on his toast when everyone else who RTFM is taking it straight to the head!
And this, I hypothesize, is why this particular series has me so invested; I'm having difficulty detaching myself from the MC. When I'm not experiencing immediate arousal by the outstanding sex scenes, or charmed by the top-notch art that composes the 3 adorable, leggy, top-heavy girls who're pressed up between a rock and a *ahem* "hard" place, I'm wrestling with this brilliantly-paced, stifling anticipation of an event that hasn't even occurred yet...
The main character's fated interception of that world-shatteringly r-e-a-l, heart-stoppingly, castratingly emasculating, potentially family-wrecking DVD.
This one's gonna crush me... I can feel it already. I'm consistently sensing things from a different angle this time; MC's eagerness to please, self-improve, and lack of reward for his efforts is becoming too relatable. Familiar, even.
It's gonna hurt so0o good. I'm in the front car of a runaway train. Spidey can't stop it. Jin's the engineer, M-T-S-P labels the outside, destination is (C85), and I'mma ride 'til the wheels fall off.