NTR Inc 2 - Or 'When Cheating is a Business' (Original, Ugly Bastard!SI)
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Samejima Ori was a simple girl.
She was sweet, she was studious, but she was also a social butterfly. One of the 'best' girls in the entire classroom as some had many times said.
Yet...
"I-I am sorry, Ori-chan. But I think I like Sayo-chan more."
This happened.
A rejection. Now, many would be able to just ignore this... if not for the fact that the one rejecting her was her childhood friend.
Samejima Ori was a simple girl, and she had a simple goal - to be the wife of her childhood friend. She had worked so hard, she had scored so many intimate moments that tended towards kissing but...
Then that skank Sayo came along with fatter tits and ass, and it was all that her friend needed to turn sides. And it grossed poor Ori to no end.
For a time, she tried to ignore it. But it was clear that Sayo had done all of this for more than just love.
Ori had been trying to avoid them, to dodge them but... but she found them all the time wherever she was going.
Sitting by her desk to flirt with one another, or waiting by the girls' bathroom for... some indeecent activities! It didn't help that she found them even doing it in the storage room beside her club's field when she was doing volleyball.
There were so many places for them to do it but- but they always picked those near to her!
Was this- this harassment? What was Ori meant to say? To whom? How?!
The more the nerve-wracking circumstance tore into her confidence, the more Ori grew desperate.
Wearing skimpier outfits, trying to go with contacts rather than glasses, and trying to be more flirty with other boys but...
It wasn't it. It was not. She would always came home a wreck and barely have the strength to do her homework.
As the weekend came and Ori could enjoy a break from those two, the girl ended up finding some papers detailing this 'NTR Inc.'. It was prostitution, but it offered a degree of relief for their clients. Women, poor 'worthless' ladies that could pursue ugly-looking man with dirty dicks.
She shuddered at the thought but... what was she if not that? A sow that had just yet to give up. After all, she was less than Sayo, it made sense that she was truly a bitch that had yet to show her true colors.
She mustered her courage, lying to her parents that she was out to check the local mall, and... went to the Red-Light Districts. She saw so many women in revealing clothes, lecherous men that were so drunken in booze or lust itself that they groped and touched without care and... businessmen.
Lots of businessmen and businesswomen.
This last group seemed to grow more as she approached her destination. Ori was confused to find such a well-kept building in such a seedy district, but it was even weirder to find out how 'office-like' this all felt.
The receptionist told her to reach the uppermost floor, the 'First time Clients Lounge' and soon she took the elevator to that bit of the building.
In there, a no-nonsense dark-haired woman was working behind a terminal, sparing her a glance before snorting as Ori got in front of her.
"State your name and business, young miss."
Ori shuddered, bowing by instinct. "Samejima Ori, ma'am."
"Your business?"
O-Oh, right.
"I-I wish to go through the First Time Course."
These words drew an intrigued frown from the secretary and... she sighed.
"The boss shall receive you," She announced, surprising Ori at this level of attention. "It is not something due to your name in specific, but it is about your age. You are old enough, but still quite young by all standards to seek 'this'."
Ori blinked, then nodded, but then she was pushed into the rich-looking office of the boss of NTR Inc., Togumo Eichiro. He was shorter than her, and fatter but also 'stronger-looking'. He spared a glance at her, a formal smile on his face.
"Samejima-san, right?"
She nodded, bowing her head. "Y-Yes."
"Take a seat first."
She did so, sweating a little at how unnerving this waiting was being and-
"I don't think sex is what you need, Samejima-san."
The polite and yet 'harsh' words of the businessman stunned her.
"N-No? Is- is it because I am too young or-"
"You are about right in any way a beauty should be," He calmly interjected. "But I think the issue is less about you 'fitting with our requirements' and more about you 'not liking yourself'."
These words shredded into her desperation, cutting deep into the real reason why she had been so upset. Ori didn't like herself- not when comparing herself to Sayo and her body and her luck and her boyfriend.
"How about you tell me what led you to this place? I have a feeling, even without looking at your tears, that you are not a 'naughty girl'."
Ori froze up, finally feeling herself crying as the sadness finally broke her. And, like her tears, so came the truth out for the curious fat man to listen and take note of.
He barely spoke through her tale, and she felt as if she was finally letting out the worst burden that she had ever carried on her back.
Once she was done, there were a few seconds of quiet, and then Eichiro-san stood up from his chair and smiled.
"I think I got the point of your grief. But I am going to tell you a thing that us bastards know since birth- people's comparisons are shit."
...
"W-What?"
"You think that we live by comparisons? Tell me, do you think I should be as successful with those looks?"
...
"N-No."
The honesty was perhaps too blunt, but Eichiro-san chuckled. "Obviously! I am a ugly-looking fat man that is in charge of a sex-related business that is pumping green left and right. But I am not just that- we 'satisfy' our clients, especially those that are not meant to have sex just yet since they really don't want it."
Ori looked away, confused. "And?"
"And this means that your mind telling you that you are less of that whore is stupid. Cheap slut definitely has a hate bone on you, and she is trying to boss you over. Something she is succeeding in from what we can both see," The old man admitted flatly, making Ori drop her head in shame. "That being said, you should not despair for there is a rather simple solution to your problem."
Was there?
Ori listened to the wise ugly bastard and nodded along his words. It sounded scary for a moment, but it was better as an option before sullying her purity.
So, Ori left with her hymen intact but with her mind set for a new plan.
Monday came and she stumbled on those two at it again, with Sayo telling her all the filthy details of how they spent the weekend together. Ori's childhood friend was nodding along and... none of those sex-crazed morons paid attention to Ori recording the scandalous actions and words that were being done in that unusual scholastic setting.
Mere hours later, the police came as the principal snapped into action as soon as this reached his attention.
There was no anonymity as the two 'criminals' were quick to realize who did it and-
"How could you!? You were my friend?! Why did you-"
The police had been lousy for a moment, allowing the wimpy boy that was Ori's former friend to get close to her and-
SLAP!
The 'self-defense' point allowed her to not be carried away too, but she was admonished by the cops to not do that again. Ori nodded politely and apologized but...
She felt great. The girl thought that she would have been unable to do this and that, but she did it, and she was... ecstatic. She was free, hurt, but still free!
And as she came back home from that day, a glorious feeling stirring her to smile from morning to night, her curious mind soon drew her to a new kink this whole debacle had her enticed into.
Still, it was difficult to find anything like 'Kind Ugly Bastard' porn online. Maybe... maybe she will have to get some of that in real life~.
AN
One thing that the Ad didn't mention is that Eichiro and some other 'agents' are certified therapists. If you want to have some trauma-dumping after sex, then you can have it!