Chapter 5 The True Nature of the NTR Guy and Signs of His Downfall

The True Nature of the NTR Guy and Signs of His Downfall

Akagi (NTR guy)’s PoV

Recently, women have been nothing but fools. I, Akagi Renji (赤木蓮司), am ridiculously popular with them.

And of course, why wouldn’t I be? I’m tall, good-looking, and insanely skilled at soccer.

To the extent that I’ve been selected for Japan’s national youth team.

I’m in a completely different league from those weaklings who act like big shots on mediocre teams.

Since the soccer club at my school is weak, I don’t belong to it. Instead, I’m part of a youth division in a domestic league.

Right now, a match against another youth team is happening right before my eyes.

Sitting on the bench, I yawned discreetly, careful not to let the coach or manager notice my boredom.

What a dull match.

It’s like going on a date with a girl you’re already tired of soon after starting the relationship.

As I thought about that, memories of the other day came flooding back.

It was when Chiharu, the girl I stole, got dumped by her boyfriend.

At that moment, I could barely hold back my laughter.

After all, I had told an outrageous lie.

First, I claimed I didn’t know Chiharu had a boyfriend at the time. That was a lie.

I knew she had a boyfriend and still went for her.

And then, I lied about something else.

I said I was serious about my relationship with Chiharu.

The truth is, I was just curious, and I’ve already lost interest in her.

To be honest, I only enjoyed the thrill of stealing Chiharu away from her boyfriend.

Seeing her, despite having a boyfriend, fall for me was incredible.

My self-esteem soared, and I reveled in the sense of superiority as a man.

It’s far more exciting than just winning over a girl.

But now, things have changed.

After taking her from her boyfriend, all that’s left is a disloyal b🬀🬀ch.

Now that Chiharu no longer has a boyfriend, I don’t even feel excited about being with her anymore.

That guy Amagi or whatever his name is—I feel sorry for him.

It’s truly pitiful how he got fooled by a stupid b🬀🬀ch and had his girlfriend stolen by a sc🬀🬀🬀ag like me.

Anyway, it might be time to cut ties with Chiharu.

“Akagi, it’s your turn.”

My thoughts were interrupted by the coach calling me over.

Looks like it’s my turn.

My team is trailing by one point.

I’ve been limited in playing time because I’ve been called up to the national youth team.

But since we’re losing, they had no choice but to put me in.

What a hassle.

Fine, I’ll show them a bit of my true strength.

During a break in play, I substituted in.

As a striker focused on scoring, I immediately positioned myself at the front line.

While I was moving, one of my teammates called out to me.

“We’re counting on you, Akagi. You’re our only hope.”

“Yeah, leave it to me.”

I replied casually.

—Don’t talk to me, you fool.

On the pitch, I’m the king. The rest of the team are merely pawns meant to make me shine.

Who do they think I am? I’m a genius forward destined for greatness.

It’s a given that I’ll sign a professional contract after the youth team.

But becoming a pro isn’t my ultimate goal.

My goal is to score more goals than anyone else and head overseas as quickly as possible.

Once overseas, I’ll join a major European club that competes in the world’s biggest tournaments every year and make a name for myself.

I’ll win the Ballon d’Or, the ultimate proof of being the world’s best soccer player, and lead Japan to a World Cup victory. I’ll achieve everything as a soccer player. Along the way, I’ll enjoy countless beautiful girls, sleep around, and eventually marry a woman of unparalleled beauty that everyone envies. Turning pro is just one step in my grand plan.

“Akagi, please score.”

A teammate in midfield dodged the opponent’s press and passed the ball to me. The ball landed perfectly at my feet.

In an instant, my vision cleared. All I could see was the goal. I took a step forward, sensing the defender closing in, but ignored him and prepared to strike with a powerful right foot.

I’ll do anything to score goals and have s🬀x.

My greatest joys in life are scoring goals and climaxing. I live for those fleeting moments.

That is—what it means to be the world’s greatest egoist!

The ball slammed into the net, and I scored.

Scoring a goal and reaching climax are very similar. Whether it’s sending the ball into the net or sending my seeds into that hole, the tingling sensation in my brain is the same.

This is the meaning of my existence.

As my teammates cheered and the crowd erupted in applause, I deliberately restrained my joy and calmly walked back to my position.

Only fools get overjoyed by such minor accomplishments.

The score is still tied.

I know that well because my pride won’t let me forget it.

Even after scoring, maintaining a composed expression is the best way to psychologically damage the opponent.

“Damn, that guy’s annoying.”

“Let’s teach him a lesson…”

I overheard my opponents murmuring.

Hah, what idiots.

Try me if you dare. I’ll make you regret it—

As soon as the match restarted, I immediately tackled the opponent holding the ball and stole it. From there, I began dribbling solo.

My teammates are useless…

If I were in a higher category, it might be different, but all my youth teammates are worse than me.

It’s more efficient to dribble past defenders than to pass.

As cheers from the crowd pushed me onward, I drove the ball forward across the pitch, evading one defender after another.

Hah, they look so slow.

But as I neared the goal, I felt their pressure intensify. Just a few meters away, I suddenly felt a shock from behind.

“Die!”

The opposing defender committed a blatant foul, targeting my legs without touching the ball.

My ankle twisted, and a sharp pain shot through it.

Before I knew it, I was slammed to the ground. The roar of the crowd faded, replaced by ringing in my ears. A fierce pain radiated through my leg, and my vision began to blur.

The match was immediately stopped as medical staff rushed onto the field. My teammates, the referee, and even the opposing players gathered around, looking at me with concerned expressions.

Ugh, what the hell is this? Don’t look at me like that.

In the end, despite being subbed into the match, I had to leave the pitch, supported by the medical staff.

At the same time, a bad feeling crept over me.

Could it be… that someone as great as me has been injured?