NTR: The Trash Young Master Who Stole Every Girl!

"Hina-chan, what was that? "

Leo asked, his voice full of the kind of cluelessness that usually requires a medical diagnosis.

"N-nothing, mhmm~ Leo-kun! Just happy squeals! Ohh~ Since you, hmm~ called me, nghh~ c-c-ute... hngg~ I’m just so... overwhelmed with emotion!"

It was a miracle Hina could even form words.

Kaizen’s tongue was lashing at her pussy like he was trying to win a speed-eating contest.

Her puffy flower was completely shaved, bald as a bowling ball, because she wanted to look perfect for her "hero."

She had spent hours with a razor, dreaming of the day Leo-kun might finally want to see her as a woman.

But instead of her knight in shining armor, she had a "trash" young master treating her nether regions like a gourmet buffet.

’J-just go away, Leo-kun! My legs are turning into cooked noodles! This is getting way too hard to hide!’

She risked a glance over her shoulder, and the sight was enough to make her soul evaporate.

Kaizen’s face was buried so deep between her bubbly ass cheeks that his nose was probably touching her spine.

He looked like a man searching for lost treasure in a soft, peach-flavored cave.

"Slurp~"

The sound of his tongue sliding down her slit was loud enough to echo.

Hina’s back arched, her "cannons" slamming against the door as she tried to keep it from swinging open and revealing her bare, jiggling backside to the love of her life.

"Wow, you’re really enthusiastic about cleaning today, Hina-chan! I can hear you scrubbing really hard?"

Leo remarked, his brain desperately trying to make sense of the rhythmic squelching sounds.

Kaizen looked up from the "pink abyss" for a split second, his face glistening with Hina’s juices.

He gave her a wink that was so evil it should have been illegal, then reached around under her shirt, and grabbed her inverted nipples, twisting them just enough to make her toes curl.

"Leo-kun! I-I... nghhh... I think the dust is getting in my mouth! You should... go to the dungeon first! I’ll catch up after I’m done... polishing this... giant turd! I mean, dust!"

Kaizen sniggered against her trembling thighs and stood up.

Enough time had passed for the "warm-up," and it was finally time to bring out the heavy artillery.

He took a quick peek at her inner thoughts and almost lost his damn mind.

[Inner Thought: L-Leo-kun is standing right there... but why does my "hidden garden" feel like it’s being watered by a god?! Damn it, it feels so good... why?!~~]

Outside, Leo was still busy trying to decode her weird words about "cleaning and polishing."

He was scratching his head, trying to find a logical explanation, when all of a sudden, both of them heard the most ominous sound in the history of storage rooms.

Ziiipppp~

?!

Both lovers had completely different expressions on their faces.

For Leo, his simple hero brain was convinced Hina was opening a massive duffel bag.

’A bag! She’s opening a bag to stuff Kaizen-kun’s body inside!’

’Polishing and cleaning meant cutting him into pieces and mopping up the noble-grease!’

’She really is a yandere!’

For Hina, however, she didn’t know about Leo’s murder fantasies, but her "danger sensor" was screaming that something big was about to hit the ground.

She mechanically looked back over her shoulder.

"Hikkk!!!"

She physically recoiled, her breasts slamming into the door.

The zipper sound had come from this trash’s pants, and something big, monstrous, and terrifying had sprung out.

It was pulsating with pure "murder" in its single eye.

But it wasn’t just Hina who was shocked; Kaizen was actually staring down at his own crotch with wide eyes.

’W-what the hell is this thing?! Is this a biological weapon?! Fuck, it’s so big!’

It was a beast!

At least 10 inches of pure, unadulterated "Young Master" energy!

It was pulsating like it had a heartbeat of its own and was currently looking for a home.

Kaizen had a sudden urge to laugh like a total anime villain.

What kind of legendary stats were these?!

It wasn’t ridiculously over-the-top like 13 inches, and it wasn’t a "tiny hero" size like 8 inches.

This was the perfect, frame-filling size for massive bubble butts like Hina’s!

’Hey, you stupid creator, thank you so much! This isn’t a curse of being a villain; this is the ultimate SSS-rank gift!’

He offered a quick prayer to the god of perverted games.

The "Master Blaster" was ready for launch, and Hina was the only target in sight.

"Hina-chan? Why did you just make a sound like a dying bird?"

Leo asked through the door, his hand reaching for the knob.

"I’m coming in to help you ’bag’ the... uh... trash!"

Hina’s eyes bulged.

If Leo walked in now, he wouldn’t see a corpse, he’d see a monster-sized "rod" ready to be polished!

"N-NO! DON’T!"

She screamed, while Kaizen just smirked and aimed the "monster" right at her trembling, bare backside.

"Why?"

Leo stopped in his tracks, his hand hovering over the doorknob.

He still needed to make sure his bestie wasn’t a corpse.

Right on cue, that noble hand shot up behind Hina’s head again, this time curled into a confident, shaky thumbs-up.

’Phew~ I thought he was a goner for sure!’

Leo sighed in massive relief.

Since his bro was apparently "fine," Leo decided to keep the compliments flowing to keep Hina distracted.

"Hina-chan, I haven’t said this before, but you are seriously the most beautiful girl in the entire world. Your soul is as big as your... heart."

’Nice! This kid is a natural-born wingman!’

Kaizen gave another thumbs-up to the ceiling, thanking Leo for the assist.

The praise made Hina’s brain short-circuit again.

She was floating on a cloud of "Love Mode," her heart beating for her hero while her bare ass was being served on a silver platter to a villain.

"L-Leo-kun, if you say something like that right now... I-I might just cry from happiness..."

’Ohhh... what a cute, clueless couple. Time to end this fairy tale.’

Kaizen aligned the massive, purple-veined head of his monster right against Hina’s glistening, puffy garden.

It was dripping with her anticipation, looking like a wet, pink invitation.

He prayed to the creator one last time.

’Thank you for this opportunity to taste the prime-grade meat, Oh Great Author.’

"Why? Can’t I praise my cute girlfriend whenever I want?"

Leo asked, leaning his forehead against the other side of the door.

"Y-yes, you can and you sh-should! I am feeling extremely happy right now—HngGGGGAAAAA~~~~~~!!"

Kaizen didn’t go slow.

He didn’t give her a warning.

He just gripped her hips with bone-crushing force and rammed the entire ten-inch beast inside her in one singular, violent thrust.

Hina’s eyes rolled into the back of her head.

Her pussy walls screamed as they were stretched to the absolute limit, the thick rod entering and entering until it was buried deep enough to hit her soul.

Her "hidden garden" was literally being terraformed by the monster-sized intruder.

Immediately, a flood of juices began to leak from her stretched-open entrance, soaking Kaizen’s balls and splashing onto the floor.

"Hina-chan?!"

Leo shouted, startled by the sound of her soul leaving her body.

"Did you just trip?! It sounded like you hit the floor hard!"

Hina couldn’t even answer.

How could she? Her precious maidenhood she was saving for the same man who’s just in front of her was stollen forever by a trash dog poop guy!

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