"Junji Ito, the world's greatest horror creator besides Stephen King and H.P. Lovecraft, once said," Yuuto looked out the window, deep in thought.
"The things that scare me the most are the ones I can't understand."
Yuuto looked away from the window, walking over to his bed, lying down and looking up at the ceiling.
"He had a story once where there were balloons roaming around in the shape of your face, with a noose hanging beneath them. Each person on earth had a balloon like that. They weren't just ordinary balloons. Each balloon would eventually find their 'human'... and hang them. If you were to pop this balloon prematurely, you'd die. Once that balloon catches you, though, it hangs you... and you die anyway." He took a deep sigh.
"Naturally, as I'm not scared of anything, it didn't really mean much to me. But I thought... why did it scare him? The reason is simple..."
"Because you can't reason with a balloon that wants to kill you in the shape of your face. You can't find logic in that situation. Like you can't find logic in a ghost appearing from the shadows that would put you in an eternal nightmare—or just lurk at the edge of your vision, watching you scream in terror. And then, it gradually gets closer until that ghost is all you can see... forever. Even if you gouge your eye out. You can't reason with something like that. There's no pattern. Nothing to be explained." He inhaled deeply.
"Same with NTR," he thought as he closed his eyes.
"Do you think you hate it because you hate cheating in general? That you cheer for the villain's defeat because going after taken women is morally bankrupt? Wrong. In a realistic scenario (or one that tries to be), if you dig into a couple's relationship deep enough, you'll find emotional negligence, ambivalence, lack of reciprocation—hundreds of reasons leading up to it. There's usually a good reason a woman or a man enjoys someone else's company."
"No. You don't hate NTR because of the act itself, or even cheer for its destruction because you value loyalty... Maybe you do, but it's not the core of it."
"Not really..."
"You hate it because of the same reason Junji Ito finds something scary..."
"A lack of reason."
A beat. Yuuto opened his eyes, and stared at the void outside his room.
"There's absolutely nothing that makes sense about a loving and caring mother abandoning her child for cock, letting him get bullied and beaten—just for another go with his bully."
He murmured as he looked into the abyss outside the window sharply.
"There's nothing that makes sense about a childhood friend who would rather watch you gurgle blood just so she could gargle your bully's seed."
"Nothing."
"There's no logic in it."
"And that... is why we hate it. And cheer when it's obliterated and 'handled'."
"And that is why..." He looked down at himself, at his hands. "My story's losing strength. Why this original world feels duller than the rest. Why I'm losing strength. Because this story tries to make sense."
"You've seen me in other worlds. And most of the comments, the engagement, the celebrations, the cheers... the attention... the spotlight and fame... they all came when I tackled things that didn't make sense. Things that stirred you deeply, the same way an illogical horror stirs Junji Ito."
"But here? In a world where everything has a reason..."
"...I'm just some mentally ill guy."
He sighed.
"Whether it's a supernatural drug or emotional manipulation, you'll find the reasoning behind every action."
"Anti-NTR Man... doesn't exist in a world that makes sense."
"That being said..."
His gaze darkened, his fist clenched.
"... if the characters were made a beat shallower... if, like the balloons, there was something that couldn't be reasoned with—some dark, unexplainable concept... if depth and logic were stripped just enough to elevate me and the emotional high I'm meant to give you..."
"It'd be a different story, wouldn't it?"
He breathed in, and faced the silence.
"So, dear readers..."
"Am I wrong?"