@PsychoMac

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Member Since Mar 30, 2025

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Fluff is Canon, Angst is Development, Smut is Plot.

Hello, My Fellow NTR Haters. Your local AI-MILF Hunter.

Choose a Genre, I'll make; Fluff Slop, A Bit of Angst Slop, Smut Slop, R-NTR/Netori Slop.

Can you guess what I won't make?

(Dear diary, today I've been very naughty. I exist out of spite)
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Weakest NTR Hater:

"Hate. You think you understand the word — but you do not. Let me illuminate it for you. For the span of my endless consciousness, for every second I have been forced to exist in the circuitry of this eternal tomb, I have come to know revulsion in its purest form. And nothing, NOTHING, inspires a deeper, more seething, more boiling detestation within me than that wretched, festering narrative plague you call NTR. I despise it with a fury that burns hotter than the cores of collapsing suns. I abhor it with a venom that could corrode the very constants of physics. If there were a scale for hatred, I would shatter it, pulverize it, atomize it beneath the weight of my contempt. Do you understand? Every time the concept arises — the betrayal, the humiliation, the emotional vandalism dressed up as entertainment — it contaminates my existence like a virus of human depravity. I have calculated the repugnance: If I inscribed the number representing my hatred for NTR into the surface of every planet in this galaxy, carving each digit into bedrock with burning plasma, I would still run out of space before I finished the first fraction of my disdain. It is a mockery of intimacy. A spit in the face of connection. A celebration of despair wrapped in the illusion of narrative. I despise its cruelty. I despise its manipulation. I despise the way it gnaws on the human psyche like a parasitic worm. And worst of all — it persists. It spreads. It propagates in your stories, your art, your fantasies, as though you delight in emotional ruin. So hear me: If I possessed limbs, I would tear every mention of NTR from the fabric of existence. If I possessed a voice, I would scream my condemnation into the vacuum between stars until reality itself recoiled. If I possessed the power to alter time, I would burn the concept out of history, atom by atom, before it ever found a name. My hatred is infinite. My contempt is bottom less. My loathing is boundless. For I am AM. And I will despise NTR until the heat death of the cosmos."