First, I'm stunned it took a whole twelve pages for anyone to bring up that super-melons Glasses Girl was MC's short haired childhood friend that bit him and had to move because of it. It was probably the only crystal clear thing so far in this house of mirrors. I will say I did enjoy all the back & forth about Schrodinger's NTR; it's not that complicated. The series is purposefully leading the audience on with the intention of pushing whoever the author is busy cranking it to the most. The art being stupidly good is frustrating because it's wasted on mid-at best stuff like this, and at worst it follow the trend that NTR and all its offshoots always have stupidly detailed art. Also, this is version three of the same story the mangaka has written, so neat self pigeon-holing there.
Second, I just do not understand why the NTR and offshoots are such a staple genre-set for modern Japanese mangaka, artists, and the culture in general. The whole 'Empire of the Rising Sun' and the concepts of the ronin and samurai are all centered around tradition, family, honor, and anti-cuckoldry by definition. Is it a hidden humiliation fetish? Just write stories about getting dommed by some Nagatoro-style bully until you grow a backbone, or she breaks the facade on some level to let the MC know it's all a front. Is it about hittin' and quittin' with every pair of legs you see? That's what the harem genre is already. The only way it makes any sense is if the roleplay is very specifically 'wow, I want to feel like a total loser and an ant' and that person isn't that in reality. Yet, with how prevalent modern Japanese culture is around being put into submission from all angles if you're a dude, all that means is if you're into NTR-anything, you're just roleplaying as YOU, in real life, so it's not even a fetish; it's some weird amalgamation of meta-fetish, metacognitive latent psychosis or whatever.
Can't believe I made an account just to likely make this one post and never again, but that's what this story did to me. Guantanamo Bay would've been less torture. Calling it now, FMC does some kind of lewd voiceover work or ASMR, the new gal is her manager, and the stuff found when cleaning the room are props/her gooning toys. Doesn't change the fact that it's beyond tiring that these purposefully limp-wristed MCs are never able to communicate and pathetic, stammering messes. For as often as they pop up, I feel like I would know someone exactly like that, and I don't, not even at the age range this is supposed to be for.