-Tap tap tap.

My fingers kept tapping on my throne-sized chair's arm.

...I understand his ploy now.

I, chen-chen, now know why that bastard by the name of SB-2 acts like such. The fucker is a meticulous planner, I tell you!

Seriously, can you imagine him going from 0 personality to the most charismatic person in a way that words roll off his tongue like a god damn drama/romance actor who knows how to ad-lip.

The hell! Even I can't do that so smoothly.

I swear, he later blackmailed the forceful girl by using the 'You forced me' arguement and CONVINCED her to willingly bang him.

Yeah, you heard that right. Convinced!

Later on when he grew up to an adult, he made himself some kind of mask to hide his identity using his administrator powers then went around stealing girls from other guys' chests in front of them. Here is an example :

SB-2 in his disguise walks towards a soon-to-be bride while the soon-to-be husband is holding her hands.

By some sorcery of words, the man stood agap and let go of his bride while SB-2 took her to his car to do his deeds. When they were done, he got her out of the car and drove away like it was nothing! The bastard!

Oh and the most important part is, the bride fell in love with the guy more than the husband. I fucking swear he must have put a +9999 Charm on himself when he got bored, like.. Fuck.

The hell is up with that, and don't even get me started on Robbie Ratten. Oh that guy has a story to tell.

So he is a harem MC, yeah? I designed my clone to have a bloody hot assistant who is loyal. Emphasize on loyal, yeah?

After the MC successfully conquered all of the school's pretty girls, lesbians or not, the clone started showing himself.

This and that happened and they were lead to the clone's secret base, and oh boy was it not a fucking treat to watch.

After saying some cringey bullshit about saving the world, the clone, with the assistant clinging to his arm, summoned a giant ass mecha that is pretty much a walking calamity, and if I might say, that was a great idea.

Anyway, using his awful MC powers, he combined the crystals to form a mecha of the same caliber, but at the end, right before he was defeated by my clone, he started remembering faces and scenes that were too mediocre and boring yet gave him power out of nothing, typical shounen MC.

Robbie Ratten's strongest memory was the potential female lead's interactions with him. That was understandable, to some extent, but I'll be damned at what happens next.

Both of them send their mecha punches with full power, destroying both of their mechas and sending them flying.

Robbie, however, jumped out of the cockpit before the mecha exploded, causing him to be flung towards the assistant before landing right between her legs.

..so what about it, chen? Stop being such a pitiful asshole, if I were you, I'd just go and seduce that random vaginaless alien civilization! - Says the average cuckold of a maggot.

Well, my maggot, here is the fucking kicker.

The assistant tries to move, but with Robbie's nose in his privates, she moaned in delight. She did it, and when they stood up, my clone went like, "What...?"

For once in my lifetime I've seen an NTR, and I can say it is bullshit just like a harem is!

Get this, get this. When they all finally stand up, the assistant goes to Robbie, hugging his arm before saying, "Let's do that again." while licking her lips seductively.

At that moment, I saw the clone staring at my invisible camera, his face full of confusion, despair, and rage. Trust me, that was very understandable, so I sent him a crystal ten times stronger than the combined crystal of Robbie.

Rather than a big ass mecha, it was in the form of a second layer of clothes, with strength enough to overwhelm the entire world.

With that, I left him to rampage freely till he exploded while smiling in satisfaction, taking the planet down with him.

I'm proud. -sniff..

What? Do you think that this was the most boring shit ever? Oh nooo. It definitely wasn't, you shithead of a maggot.

Anyway, now is the time I let go of my restraints and go ranting, aye?

First up, NTR!

An abreviation from Netorare, it basically means stealing one's beloved in any way shape or form, just like what SB-2 did with the bride.

The actual fuck? Who the hell would just be like 'oh, this guy looks nice so I'll abandon my husband. Very great indeed.' Well fuck that!

..Though, I myself NTRed the king from the original planted, that was just a prank, so it was completely justified

Hmm? What was I talking about? Ah, yes. NTR.

The concept itself is actually very realistic in the form of false love and hidden love. Let me explain, yeah?

This man and woman 'love' each other, but one of them is only one sided. Let's take the man's love to be the one-sided, since I've been pretty harsh on the devils called women. So the woman loves another man secretly, and that other man loves her too, so when she decides to let go of the first guy to go with the second, doesn't that act as NTR?

-That's just cheating! You maggot say, and I reply with... ok.

Why the hell am I supposed to know well about NTR? You maggots have some strange ass hobbies, go jump in the maggots-only pit.

Now then, we go onto the second phase, NTR harem.

Why and how does that exist? Just how? Why? Who would do this???

Only fuckers like you maggots would, that's for sure.

I've explained the concept of it with Robbie and SB-2 as examples, so all I have to say now is my opinion :

No thanks.

Done, job well done me, job well fucking done!

Now then, by now I think you realized that all this time I've been connected to the world, yeah? It was because I was working on something new, very new and good.

Heh, I'm making a revolution here.

So, here is the idea, hmm? I open a portal to allow authors to interact with their shitty worlds, now this fuckface of a writer will feel my pain and agony.

Yes...yes...perfection, hahahaha!

With my corporate suit and a building full of corporate slaves, I shall initiate operation "Fuck Writers and Their Harems," FWTH for short.

Button button, time to be pressed.

"Oh no, spare me Mr. Evil Corporate Man!" Said the imaginary button in my mind, making me reply outloud, "Too late, you maggot!"

As I smashed my hand into the button, I could feel multiple fluctuations in space, prompting a satisfied smile from me.