NTR Psychotherapy Records (1) Morning Bell

Yearning for perfection, yet anticipating betrayal;

longing for happiness, yet yearning for it to be cruelly shattered.

Is it fulfillment or depravity?

Is it Buddha or demon?

When heaven is so close…

what exactly is NTR?

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A cigarette butt suddenly flared, followed by a cloud of bluish-gray smoke that billowed out, filling the surroundings. A middle-aged man stubbed out his cigarette,
picked up a half-full cup of strong tea, and gulped it down.

“Shen Yuan, if there’s no readership, not only you, but I myself will be too ashamed to stay here,” the middle-aged man
said in a low voice, setting down his teacup.

Across the long table, a young man named Shen Yuan lowered his head, staring at the paper on the table. The paper contained a report,
a curve plummeting from a high point, almost reaching the horizontal axis. In the blank space, a few words were boldly written.

"Readership = Advertising = Survival!"

"Our next interview has to be a hit. Find some fresh topics, whatever's trending, give me
the plan ," the middle-aged man said, closing his thermos and heading towards the door.

After the man was gone, Shen Yuan rested his forehead on his hand, scribbling on a piece of paper.

The sun gradually set, and when Shen Yuan looked up again, it was already dark outside the window. Looking at the
messy took out his phone and sent a WeChat message. Then he stuffed his things into his backpack and got up to leave.

...

On the subway during rush hour, people were pressed together, yet felt like isolated islands. Shen Yuan squeezed into a
corner , closed his eyes, and focused on his breathing.

His phone vibrated. He glanced at it, then opened Alipay, WeChat Wallet, and his bank card app
one by one, adding up the numbers with a calculator. After confirming several times, he replied, "Okay, I'll transfer the rent to you
next week ."

He had just put his phone back in his pocket when it vibrated again.

"What era are we living in? Migrant workers and lonely elderly people? Tell me, who's going to watch this?" Shen Yuan felt
a weight on his chest, making it hard to breathe. "Shen Yuan, you care about other people's lives, but do others care about yours? There are only three things that attract attention
online : pornography, violence, and money! Think about how to find new topics around these!"

Two aunties squeezed in, adding a bit of noise to the carriage. Shen Yuan stiffly replied, "Okay,"
then opened Himalaya FM and searched randomly.

"Winter is coming. With the deterioration of capital, the entrepreneurial environment will become increasingly severe. You can subscribe to my
..."

"A person's achievements are related to their vision. If your vision is low, you won't achieve great things no matter what you do.

I will explain this in the course..."

Shen Yuan curled his lip, constantly switching channels, not knowing how many he'd done. Suddenly, he looked puzzled and
listened intently.

"Teacher, I like wife swapping. I only get aroused when I think about her having sex with other people..." Shen Yuan glanced
at the FM radio program for psychological counseling. "At first, we were fine, but I don't know when it started, I began
to fantasize about her having sex with other people. I searched online and saw that many people have this kind of thought, called NTR (Netorare) complex. Teacher,
now I can't have a normal sex life with my husband, what should I do?"

"How can someone have such a fetish?" Shen Yuan said in a low voice, "That's too bizarre... bizarre?!"

Shen Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up. He listened while taking out his notebook and scribbling away.

Fewer and fewer people were around, and the seats were full, but Shen Yuan still stood by the door, maintaining the posture he had when he entered.

Another stop, the carriage was quiet. Shen Yuan sighed, closed his notebook, and glanced around.

The carriage was empty. He looked up abruptly, exclaimed "Holy crap!", and hurriedly ran to the other side of the platform, diving into
the subway for the return journey.

...

After a winding journey, he finally arrived home. Shen Yuan immediately sat down at his computer desk, opened his browser, and
began searching using the keywords he had just used, jotting things down on paper from time to time. Before he knew it, the desk was covered with A4 sheets of paper,
densely packed with notes. Shen Yuan stood up, straightened his back, and felt much lighter.

"Tsk tsk, this topic is good, both niche and attractive. The only problem is finding
someone to interview me..." He pondered for a moment, then connected to a VPN and searched page by page on Google. A forum caught
his eye. "I've got it!"

Shen Yuan clicked on the forum and began to read carefully. The forum was divided into two sections: pictures and novels. The picture section
featured photos of his girlfriend or wife being intimate with other men. The novels also
revolved around similar topics. As he read, Shen Yuan's face gradually flushed, and his body began to heat up. He got up, poured himself a glass of cold water, and
drank it down in a few gulps, forcibly extinguishing the fire within him.

"Now is not the time to read erotic novels," Shen Yuan thought, sitting up straight after his heartbeat calmed down. This time
, he quickly scrolled down to the content of each post he opened to see if anyone had left their contact information. Considering the possibility of
interviews , he only targeted local people; if a local person left their contact information, he would add them as a friend.

After sending countless friend requests, finally one person accepted.

Shen Yuan explained that he saw it on a forum, and the other person replied instantly: "Single male?" Shen Yuan didn't respond, only
saying he wanted to discuss the psychology of NTR.

One minute, two minutes, ten minutes passed without a reply. Shen Yuan sent another message, this time with
a red exclamation mark: "Your message has been rejected by the recipient."

A bad start. Shen Yuan pondered where he went wrong. Just then, another person accepted.

This time, Shen Yuan slowed down, not revealing his purpose, only saying he was interested in NTR. After a few rounds of conversation, Shen
Yuan felt it was about right, so he asked the other person about their psychology.

As expected, the question was answered and I was blocked again. This

happened repeatedly, either blocked or deleted. Shen Yuan frowned, leaning back,
the sparkle in his eyes gone.

The moon hung high in the sky. Shen Yuan left his desk and walked to the window. Scattered lights dotted the earth, and a cold wind
rattled the windowpanes, leaving behind only hollow echoes.

"Ask Jia Sha tomorrow morning..."

...

At Xishan Dajue Temple

, towering ginkgo trees shaded the entire area. Golden leaves carpeted the ground,
shimmering . A woman in white ascended the steps to the ancient gate. She looked up at
the massive plaque, her eyes thoughtful.

"Movement and stillness are equal? Movement is movement, stillness is stillness, movement and stillness are not equal. The dialectical thinking of Yin and Yang easily forms a balance,
a philosophy of moderation. But moderation constantly weakens human creativity, forming a social ideology of living for the sake of living,
making human relationships outweigh order..."

An uncle, carrying a DSLR camera, strolled around the corner. He saw this scene, paused for two seconds,
then quickly raised his camera, aiming at the girl's back. The girl seemed to sense it, turned around, glanced at him, and
smiled faintly. The uncle moved the camera away, staring blankly at the scene, forgetting to press the shutter. Only after the girl entered the house did he
abruptly close his mouth, filled with regret.

When the woman in white emerged from the house again, the outside was already quite noisy. Smiling, she quickly walked to
a corner , picked up her phone, and held it to her ear.

"Me? All I have left is my graduate thesis, and I have absolutely no inspiration," she said softly, with
a hint of coquettishness. "Why didn't you wear warm clothes? Who told you not to come see me?"

A gust of wind blew, and a ginkgo leaf fell. She caught the leaf in her palm, her fair fingers twirling the stem, her voice regaining
a touch of intellect.

"Hmm… sexual fetishes are usually related to childhood and adolescence experiences. Certain stimuli create a special
reward mechanism, developing into unique sexual fetishes."

She didn't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but her face flushed instantly, her voice filled with shame and indignation, "You jerk, Shen Yuan,
how should know! Anyway, if you dare do that, you're dead!"

Hanging up the phone, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, adding a touch of liveliness to her pristine face. The men passing by
were captivated, the sound like the ancient temple bells echoing in their hearts, leaving a lingering resonance…

Shen Yuan put down the phone, his smile barely concealed. Hearing Jia Sha's voice warmed his heart
, and the fatigue of the night vanished completely because of her voice.

He sat back down at his computer, logged into WeChat on his computer, and started communicating with everyone who had contacted him.

Some didn't reply, some blocked him, but he still gained something. One
person with an Inuyasha profile picture was quite cooperative, answering all his questions.

However… his answers were always off-topic.

Shen Yuan asked him how he knew about NTR, and he asked what NTR was. He asked why he liked this kind of subject matter,
and he said it was exciting. When asked why it was exciting, he said he didn't know, he just found it exciting. If the person hadn't
been so responsive , Shen Yuan would have thought he was just teasing him.

Shen Yuan thought to himself, "This won't do, this conversation will die out." He quickly thanked him, said he could ask him more questions, and
ended the conversation. Seeing that things had reached another stalemate, Shen Yuan lowered his head in deep thought, searching for a new breakthrough.

Just as Shen Yuan was sitting cross-legged looking for contact information, a message came in.

"You made me angry, and the consequences will be severe~"

Shen Yuan laughed and replied, "How about I make you apologize with hot pot tonight?"

The message was replied to instantly. Shen Yuan glanced at the time, quickly went to the bathroom, took a shower as fast as he could, and changed into his
outdoor clothes.

After taking buses, subways, and more subways, it took Shen Yuan more than two hours to finally arrive at the mall entrance. He was
shivering and kept glancing at the subway entrance.

Another wave of people came out of the subway entrance, first one or two, then more and more people came out.
After reaching the ground, they huddled together and quickly dispersed in all directions. As the crowd was almost gone, a
girl in a white trench coat walked out gracefully.

Her head was slightly raised, her posture was upright, and the hem of her coat fluttered in the wind. Her straight legs moved forward alternately, exuding
a strong vitality. On her smooth face, her eyes were initially serene, like a soft light illuminating the earth. As the person before her
approached, the soft light condensed into a radiant light, and then her entire face warmed.

"Jia Sha," Shen Yuan took a few steps forward to meet the girl in white. The girl pulled one hand away and took his
arm , leaning half her body against him. A rich sandalwood scent wafted into their nostrils, and Shen Yuan's face was filled with smiles
as he walked into the mall with the girl.

"You've gotten bolder, haven't come to see me for a full eight days," Jia Sha said, pulling Shen Yuan to the elevator.

"Busy, we've been working on a new feature lately," Shen Yuan replied.

The elevator had just arrived and was already packed with people. Jia Sha wanted to wait for the next one, but several men moved aside,
clearing a space. Jia Sha thanked them slightly and then went in with Shen Yuan.

The elevator was crowded, and Jia Sha stood in the middle. The man next to her sniffed the air intently, his eyes glancing at Jia Sha intentionally or unintentionally
. Perhaps feeling uncomfortable under the intense gazes, Jia Sha clung tightly to Shen Yuan, remaining silent. Shen Yuan shielded Jia Sha with
his arm until the elevator doors opened, then they left the envious stares of the crowd.

Inside the restaurant, the two found a window seat. Jia Sha marked things on the menu and ordered
the hot pot base. After the base arrived, she busied herself preparing dipping sauces and getting drinks. When

the side dishes arrived, Jia Sha, feigning concern about burning herself, instructed Shen Yuan to add them. Once cooked, however, Jia Sha, no longer afraid of the heat,
picked up the first dish and placed it in Shen Yuan's dipping sauce.

"Oh dear, with such a large appetite, will I never get married?" Jia Sha murmured, adding spicy
beef to her bowl.

Shen Yuan, looking at Jia Sha's graceful waistline and soft breasts, chuckled and said, "Who was it that said last time you had to
eat a lot, or your breasts would shrink?"

Jia Sha blushed, huffed, but deliberately puffed out her chest.

After a while of playing around, Jia Sha took out a tissue and gently wiped her mouth. Shen Yuan took a sip of his drink, put down
his chopsticks , and his voice became serious.

"I have a question for you. The editor-in-chief asked me to write a column, to expose some obscure and eye-catching things. I found
a niche group, but I don't know what they're thinking. Can you help me analyze it?"

Jia Sha hummed in agreement, leaned forward, rested her chin on her hand, and looked at Shen Yuan intently.

"It's just that some people... how should I put it, like to see their girlfriends being intimate with other people. They call this..."
"NTR plots...it seems like there are a lot of people like that. What's their psychology?

" Jia Sha frowned, showing a look of disgust. "It's a bit like sexual perversion, requiring special methods to awaken a state of
arousal , but there's no unified explanation for this symptom."

Shen Yuan quickly took out his notebook, wrote down Jia Sha's words, and then said, "Then how can I understand their
psychology? For example, if I ask them why they find it exciting, and they say they don't know. If I ask them why they like it, and they
say they don't know either, then what should I do?"

Jia Sha pondered for a moment... "We can give him appropriate stimulation, put him in a fantasy scenario. After
the experience, conduct in-depth counseling to refine their psychology,"

Shen Yuan said while taking notes. "That's still a dead end. Previous interviews were all very cooperative,
but this is too private."

Jia Sha smiled and said, "Here, give me your phone. I'll ask around for you while I'm in a good mood."

Shen Yuan looked skeptical and said, "Are you sure you can handle this? Don't get blocked. There aren't
many "

Jia Sha pretended to be angry and glanced at Shen Yuan, then took his phone.

She looked at a few chat windows, then cleared her throat and said in the gentlest voice, "Hello, I'm
a psychology graduate student researching sexual psychology. Could you spare a moment to answer a few questions
?"

Soon, a series of vibrations came through. Jia Sha held up her phone, looking at Shen Yuan triumphantly.

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