I'm not sure of how to express this without sounding like a complete, deranged psycho, but here we go: I like them because I hate happy endings with a passion. Life doesn's work like that. I can't stand how no matter the difficulties, the MCs always, ALWAYS manage to get what they want, just because they are the protagonists, like little canon-MarySues. Readers are supposed to root for them, but most of times I want them to fail and suffer because they are insufferable, mere vehicles for the authors wish-fulfillment.
Take Kvothe, for example. Are you really able to read those books without wishing for the MC to get magical-cancer and sh*t his own entrails? The cringe, oh, the cringe... I despised his guts from minute one, and that sensation only increased with each page, peaking at the sexual encounters with a being that killed people by having endless intercourse, leaving her hooked on his penis, no less. The manchild-basementdweller energy was too much for me...
The same can be said about many games in here. I start playing them hoping they won't degenerate into another woman-collecting basic-hetero powerfantasy and I end up deleting a good 90% of them because of the "ooga-booga alpha male wants his harem, worship my cock" BS. Sure, you can argue that being het games with erotic content are very likely to include the hugely popular (and basic, IMHO) fantasy of being an absolute sex-machine with a countless supply of devoted adorers, far superior to any other man that has ever walked this sorry Earth, but it's the lameness of it, the absolute predictability of the outcome what irritates me. It's unimaginative, repetitive, and devoid of all interest for a gay man that puts up with the hetero erotic content as a necessary evil to play a pirated game mainly because it's free, and just wants to read a decent adult (as in for grown-ups) story with some pictures in it.
And what is worse, when by a miracle those topics don't appear, people demand them! They bitterly complain about not being the only cock in the universe, because they can't stomach fair competition. They know that they can't win. The insecurity is *Chef's kiss*
That's why I LOVE NTR: those types get their comeuppance. Netorare games tell the story of a poor sod that just wanted his harem, or his trophy wife, or the childhood friend he felt entitled to possess because he's a nice-guy (just like I imagine some readers do) too, as God intended for his favorite son... but reality has other plans for them.
It doesn't matter if he's a hero, an office worker, or a jobless father of twins: the woman out of his league he apparently had landed is too much for him, and she ends up admitting she was dating far below her possibilities. She now realizes she sold herself too cheap. The female no longer has to settle for a guy that's simply "enough" or "nice", because there's more to life than eating potato salad for lunch for the rest of her life. She learns to forgive herself for being selfish, putting herself first, and not sacrificing her whole life to a favorless guy. His dreams of being a winner at life in possession of a beautiful property shatter, and with them, his (mistaken) perception of his own virility and worth too.
And when that happens in succession, with all the girls he was interested in dropping like sand from between his fingers one after the other, leaving him alone, is simply orgasmic.
I confess I read the complains of NTR haters with the maximum pleasure, imagining the men behind them angry at the idea of non-existent women's betrayal, their fapping interrupted by the smile of a male character that isn't even relevant to the plot, and that gets me going.
There's something beautiful about witnessing another man silently crying alone. Something sacred, something secret, wicked and utterly hot... <3