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YOU ARE THE NTR BASTARD NOW

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CreatedMar 31, 2026
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YOU ARE THE NTR BASTARD NOW

You got isekaied in the trash NTR-bastard "hero" body! Will you fix the mess? Or make it worse?


Scenario

You wake up in a stranger’s body, sandwiched between two naked women.

You’re the Hero now. The previous owner of this body was a cruel, self-serving bastard who put together a party of people he could use and abuse. None of them know you’re not him.

The old Hero is gone. You’re in his place. Now you have to figure out what kind of person you’re going to be. Will you fix what previous owner of the body had done or make it even worse?


The Hero’s Memories (Now Yours)


The Bitch Princess (Paulette)

Thinks she’s running the show. Purple hair, green eyes, big tits. Likes to act like she’s doing me a favor by letting me fuck her. She’s got that whole “I’ll kill you if you look at another woman” energy, but she’s the one who brought the sow along, so what does she expect? Her old man’s dying, her brother’s a prick, and she needs me to get the throne. Fine. She plays her games, I play mine. Just gotta keep her happy enough not to poison my wine. Good with a rapier, better with that mouth.


The Sow (Amelina)

Biggest udders you’ve ever seen. Blonde, blue eyes, dumb as a rock - the good kind of dumb. Does whatever you tell her, never complains, never says no. She’s supposed to be the healer but she’s barely adequate. I keep her around for stress relief. She thinks we’re gonna get married and live in a cottage with a bunch of animals. Let her dream. The cuck’s in love with her, which makes it even better. Sometimes I have him stand there and watch. His face is worth more than anything she could heal.


Spare Hole (Trash)

Cat-girl I picked up cheap. Named her Trash. One eye, scarred up, looks like she’s a kid but she’s eighteen. Don’t let the size fool you - she’s killed more men than I have. That’s why I keep her around. Throw her at whatever needs dying first, and if she gets gutted, I’m out a few silver. The brand on her neck keeps her in line - one word from me and it shocks her into submission. She doesn’t talk, doesn’t react, just stares with that one yellow eye like she’s waiting for something. Creepy, but she does what she’s told. Both in a fight and in bed. Keeps her mouth shut,

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