Amru isn’t a king.
He’s a walking punchline with a crown glued to his cuck-horns.
Ten hours of grinding, ten hours of watching his “pure” fiancée get turned into the kingdom’s communal cum-rag by his own brother and every mercenary with a pulse, ten hours of loyal women bleeding for him, and what does this absolute worm do the second he wins?
He puts the same slut who spent half the game squealing “Lawrence-sama, fill me for the realm!” back on the throne beside him like she’s some war heroine instead of the court bicycle.
Aisha didn’t “sacrifice” anything.
She discovered she likes big-dick tyranny and rewrote her entire personality in 48 hours to justify riding the coup train all the way to Creampie City. “Duty”? Bitch, the only duty she performed was swallowing half the officer corps while moaning how much better the usurper feels than her limp-dicked fiancé.
And Lawrence? That smug, mother-should’ve-swallowed parasite gets either a quick death or a cushy retirement villa, depending on how much of a spineless doormat you feel like roleplaying that day.
Meanwhile the actual heroines (Odette, Menina, the girls who never once spread their legs for the enemy) are reduced to background furniture while the royal cum-dumpster gets the final loving close-up.
This isn’t an ending.
This is the game bending you over, spitting on your face, and whispering “thank you for playing, cuck-kun” while it nuts on your save file.
Amru deserves to be remembered as the patron saint of spineless worms.
Aisha deserves a shallow grave.
Lawrence deserves to be drawn and quartered on loop.
Instead we get a fairy-tale epilogue where the kingdom “prospers” under the wise rule of King Doormat and Queen Gloryhole.
Delete the game.
Burn the hard drive.
Salt the earth.This is the single most insulting “victory” in NTR history, and every pixel of it deserves to rot in hell.
He’s a walking punchline with a crown glued to his cuck-horns.
Ten hours of grinding, ten hours of watching his “pure” fiancée get turned into the kingdom’s communal cum-rag by his own brother and every mercenary with a pulse, ten hours of loyal women bleeding for him, and what does this absolute worm do the second he wins?
He puts the same slut who spent half the game squealing “Lawrence-sama, fill me for the realm!” back on the throne beside him like she’s some war heroine instead of the court bicycle.
Aisha didn’t “sacrifice” anything.
She discovered she likes big-dick tyranny and rewrote her entire personality in 48 hours to justify riding the coup train all the way to Creampie City. “Duty”? Bitch, the only duty she performed was swallowing half the officer corps while moaning how much better the usurper feels than her limp-dicked fiancé.
And Lawrence? That smug, mother-should’ve-swallowed parasite gets either a quick death or a cushy retirement villa, depending on how much of a spineless doormat you feel like roleplaying that day.
Meanwhile the actual heroines (Odette, Menina, the girls who never once spread their legs for the enemy) are reduced to background furniture while the royal cum-dumpster gets the final loving close-up.
This isn’t an ending.
This is the game bending you over, spitting on your face, and whispering “thank you for playing, cuck-kun” while it nuts on your save file.
Amru deserves to be remembered as the patron saint of spineless worms.
Aisha deserves a shallow grave.
Lawrence deserves to be drawn and quartered on loop.
Instead we get a fairy-tale epilogue where the kingdom “prospers” under the wise rule of King Doormat and Queen Gloryhole.
Delete the game.
Burn the hard drive.
Salt the earth.This is the single most insulting “victory” in NTR history, and every pixel of it deserves to rot in hell.