The Time I Actually Pulled Off Real-Life NTR

You know what NTR means, right? Stealing someone else's girl. A genre in porn, my friend told me. I never really liked that kind of stuff, but my friend was obsessed—only ever watched those videos.

Anyway, skipping ahead—I'll tell you about the time I actually stole someone else's girlfriend in real life last year.

Last winter, I completely bombed the college entrance exam, so I enrolled in a prep academy for a second attempt. I was still hung up on the exam failure, so all I did was study—nothing else mattered.

The regular semester didn't start until February, but I joined the winter term early. Was I that desperate?

Anyway, I started with the winter course. Then, as time passed and the regular semester began with spring, I started losing motivation to study.

I began paying attention to other students.

Especially at 20, with hormones raging, I couldn't help but notice pretty girls.

So did I start dating? No. The academy was a major, strict one with a strict no-dating policy. I was too scared of getting caught and expelled—I didn't even dare try.

Of course, I made plenty of male and female friends.

The regular class felt like a regular high school classroom. Everyone was serious about studying, but some couples still secretly dated and managed to get away with it.

I told you I noticed pretty girls, right? The girl I'd thought was cute since the beginning of the year? Yeah, she started dating. Fuck.

Looking back, it was pathetic—I was too scared to make a move myself, but when she actually started dating, I was jealous as hell.

Anyway, if anyone found out, both would definitely get expelled. But we'd all gotten close, and the atmosphere was one of mutual support—everyone celebrated the couple.

The couple themselves were careful around teachers, but didn't give a damn about other students—they dated openly.

They'd occasionally post dating photos on Facebook. I'd seethe inside, but on the outside, I acted like everyone else—pretending to be happy for them.

Then one day, I happened to walk out the back gate after class and saw them making out on the walking path behind the academy.

I don't know what I was thinking, but I secretly recorded the scene on video without them noticing.

If I'd reported it to the academy, they'd both definitely have been expelled. But since we knew each other, I just saved the video and kept it to myself. Didn't tell a soul.

Honestly, if that guy hadn't treated me like shit before, I wouldn't have even considered using the video.

The fight story is too long to write out fully, so I'll summarize:

It was clearly a situation where I was in the right, and he was unfairly lashing out at me.

But the girl I secretly liked? She took his side just because he was her boyfriend.

That's when I snapped. I think it was the most calculated, strategic thinking I did during my entire prep year—I planned to completely destroy that guy.

It was lunchtime, shortly before the June mock exam. I called the girl to the rooftop, using a fake excuse about asking her a question.

The previous incident had already been buried after I gave a fake, insincere apology.

While apologizing, I was secretly thinking, 'Just wait and see,' while putting on a face full of fake regret.

She seemed moved by my apology and said she was sorry too, but it was already too late to change my mind. lol

Anyway, once she was on the rooftop, I immediately showed her the video I'd recorded. She was shocked—then looked at me with disgust, but couldn't say anything and just stood there frozen.

When I smirked, she started rambling about her family situation—how tough things were, how strict her dad was, how sorry she felt toward her boyfriend.

She kept babbling, but I just snorted. Honestly, I snapped back—'If you weren't ready to get caught, why the hell did you start dating in the first place?'

Then she asked me, crying, what I wanted. So I told her: after the mock exam, during the academy's break, meet me outside.

I calmly explained—if she didn't come, I'd show the video to the academy. Even if she quit, I'd make sure her boyfriend got expelled. She said okay.

As planned, during the academy's break, I met her separately outside.

Since it was purely about achieving my goal, I skipped any normal dating stuff like watching a movie or getting coffee—just took her straight to my place.

In front of my house, she begged me to just let her go once. Honestly, by then, I was feeling a kind of conquest? The idea of forcing my will on someone I wanted made me feel zero guilt.

I yelled at her—if she didn't want me to do whatever I wanted, she could leave. But if she wanted to go home, she should just come in quietly. I grabbed her wrist. She started crying, but obediently followed me inside.

I opened a few cans of beer I'd bought on the way, drank, and immediately had sex with her. Just as I'd guessed, she'd barely had sex before—almost a virgin.

Sure, I wasn't some expert either, but since I could control her completely, I tried every position I'd ever wanted. I even made her give me oral for the first time in her life.

I originally planned to end it in one day, but I got so turned on that

for the entire week-long break, every day until my parents came home from work, I did nothing but have sex with her all day. lol

Of course, I took plenty of naked photos and videos in between. And of course, I promised her the whole thing would stay secret.

When the break ended and we returned to the academy, her boyfriend immediately went looking for her.

He kept saying how worried he was, asking if she'd been sick the whole break. I just stood there, laughing inside.

She, meanwhile, kept glancing at me nervously. And whenever I felt pent-up desire, I'd call her again—bringing her to my place whenever I wanted.

Whether she skipped weekend self-study or left early on weekdays, I didn't care about her excuses—I called her whenever I had time.

For me, I'd released all my tension, kept studying steadily, and my grades improved.

But she, stressed out, gradually became quiet and withdrawn, her grades stagnating.

Meanwhile, her boyfriend, frustrated by her sudden moodiness and irritability, started getting angry too. Their relationship grew distant.

At first, she only slept with me because of her boyfriend, but after a while, she gave up and just came to me willingly.

By the end? I guess you could say we both enjoyed it? She started throwing herself at me more aggressively. lol

The academy usually closes a couple days before the college exam to prepare for next year's students.

On the last day, I met her separately, ended our affair, and promised never to see each other again.

After finishing my second year, my grades had improved a lot—I'm now attending a pretty good university. I heard she went to a nursing program at a school about as good as the one she'd gotten into as a first-timer.

What about her boyfriend? Stressed out constantly over their relationship, his score dropped even lower than his first attempt—he's now on his third repeat year.

And I even spread the rumor to others that she'd been cheating on him with me the whole time. Among academy alumni, she's remembered as a two-timing slut,

and he's known as a pathetic loser.

Moral of the story: Don't date during your prep year. If you do, make sure you stay on everyone's good side. lol

Yeah, I was ruthless in the aftermath, but if he'd just admitted his fault earlier, none of this would've happened. Anyway, you all worked hard^^