Joshi Volley-bu JK, Netorareru (“Girl’s Volleyball Club, Schoolgirl NTR”) [English], by A-Lucky Murashige
How dare women feel good when their genitalia are skillfully rubbed? Shame on them. They’re sluts.
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or something like that?
Anyway, you get the idea, it’s one of those tropes. If that gets you off, hey, sure. Here’s a very well drawn netorare release for you, a highschool volleyball player can’t stop her coach from abusing her until she’s hooked on his dick, bad girl, poor boyfriend, etcetera.
Me, I will politely move on and try to forget it.
It’s a doujin-Moe release, thank you!
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honestly, this is so stupid it just goes straight back to being funny “You know that improper sexual conduct is banned by the school regulation?” Really? No shit sherlock! Why do you think they where hiding it in the first place! And of course, the dumb bastard proceeds to send to the now very cucked and heartbroken (ex)boyfriend a photo of him banging his student, thus giving the very person he now enraged plenty of materials to not only lose his job and go straight for an extended vacation, all meals paid, in a nice and cozy government-run resort aptly called “Jail” because he’s a fucking moron, but also made sure that even AFTER he gets out he will never again be hired by anything related to his major (which, since he’s a teacher, even a PE one, means education) thus ensuring that his future prospect are between working dead end jobs or illegal ones (which will promptly return him to another extended vacation, since clearly he hasn’t two braincells to rub together)
All in all this made me laugh much more than anything else! Author sure failed at his subject genre, but he won in my book!
Thanks a lot for the share!
This is insta-NTR to me. Instant things are plenty, quick, easy, cheap, and have fair flavour. The taste is neither good or bad, it is fair. Please tell me, Oliver, what magic behind all these instant products? (how can it smoothly charm us, the people)
My theory? Our brain flees effort, and will give love to whatever allows it spare itself some amount of effort.
You could say our brain loves being on rails.
And “instant” scenarii, no matter what kind of story type it is, are just this, rails that our brain can ride, knowing it will yield predictable results at no effort.
Decent crunchy frog, you can barely taste the bones, unfortunately it still has that slimy mucus aftertaste.
And I’m the one pretending to have the weird food metaphors.