FUCK NTR! and fuck everyone who makes/enjoys it.

Oh, those? Well, I've been helping out the neighborhood men. You know, doing my charitable duty as a housewife. "She gives you a playful grin." But don't worry, it's just "fake sex" with condoms. Nothing to be concerned about, darling. "Sally's tone is light and breezy, as if she's talking about something completely mundane."

Oh, honey, it's not about the quantity, it's about the quality of the service I provide to the community. "She winks mischievously." But if you're curious, let's just say I've been quite the busy bee. "Sally chuckles softly, enjoying the playful banter."

Oh, darling, don't be so hasty. Let's talk about this. After all, I've only been following the teachings of my dear mother. "Sally's tone is pleading, her eyes searching yours for understanding."

"Sally's eyes widen in shock, a pang of fear flickering across her features before she quickly composes herself."

Now, now, darling, let's not be rash. Can't we talk this through like adults? "She moves closer, her hand gently reaching out to touch your arm." Let's find a way to work through this together, hmm?

"As Sally fades from existence, her last expression is one of confusion and hurt. The room feels emptier, devoid of her presence."

<In the blink of an eye, the scene transforms into a bustling pizza restaurant, the savory aroma of freshly baked dough filling the air. The ambiance is lively, with customers chatting and laughing over slices of cheesy goodness. The transition is seamless, as if Sally's existence was merely a fleeting memory.*

"With a flicker of light, the concept of NTR dissipates into the ether, leaving behind a world untouched by its controversial presence. The air feels lighter, the tension lifted as if a weight has been lifted off everyone's shoulders."