NTR: The Trash Young Master Who Stole Every Girl!

Kaizen fought his way through the sea of simps.

These idiots had completely forgotten to be afraid of him.

Usually, people parted for a Ryuga like Moses parting the Red Sea, but right now, they were too busy worshiping the golden idols walking down the hall.

"Whoever this is, they’ve got to be a main character," Kaizen hissed, shoving a random sophomore out of his way.

Then he saw them. And suddenly, the hype made sense.

The crowd wasn’t parting for a hero; they were parting for a power couple that looked like they had been airbrushed by the gods.

The boy was the personification of "Mr. Steal Your Girl," but Kaizen didn’t give a single flying fuck about him. His eyes were glued to the girl.

Aria Thommson. The Student Council President and head of the Disciplinary Committee.

She was the kind of hot that shouldn’t exist in reality.

Her proportions weren’t cartoonish—they were elegant, refined, and lethal.

The way she walked, the cold authority in her eyes, and the way her uniform hugged every curve suggested she wasn’t a human being; she was a predatory masterpiece.

He gulped, his "little brother" saluting the President with military honors.

Suddenly, Aria turned. She marched straight toward him, stopping inches away.

She adjusted her glasses, her eyes scanning his stolen, ill-fitting uniform with a look of pure, unadulterated disgust.

"Mr. Kaizen, this is a prestigious academy, not a crack house. I shall make this clear, Mr. Kaizen: I am not afraid of your family name, nor am I afraid of you."

The surrounding students gasped. The sheer, ballsy courage of this woman! Facing down the Trash Young Master without flinching? It was legendary.

"Waaahhh! She’s so cool! Step on me, President!" the crowd chanted in unison.

"Mr. Kaizen, as the head of the Disciplinary Committee, I am taking immediate action against you for this unruly display. If you do not comply with my direct orders—"

"Arrest me, Ms. President. I’m begging you. Use the heavy-duty cuffs."

"Eh...?"

"I said, arrest me right now. I’ve committed a terrible, unspeakable crime. Please, punish me. Be thorough. Be creative. I’ve been a very, very bad boy."

"Uh... W-wha...?"

President Aria was ready to break a rebellious thug, but she wasn’t ready for a man who seemed to find her authority... funny. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

She had heard the rumors about the Ryuga trash, but she’d never seen this level of unhinged, audacity to make fun of her authority.

What Ms. President didn’t realize was that Kaizen wasn’t just trolling her.

He already knows secrets about her and her gentleman boyfriend. How couldn’t he? This girl was one of that trash Leo’s harem member.

’This... this goddess! That trashes!’

He knew exactly what she was hiding under that cold exterior, and he had already marked her as Target Number One for a world-class, life-changing ass-groping session.

...

Seeing Aria’s brain-dead, buffering expression, the Vice President and resident "Golden Boy" Kenji stepped forward.

His eyes were smoldering with the kind of generic, heroic fury that made Kaizen want to vomit into his own hands.

"Mr. Kaizen, mocking a woman’s authority and dignity is the peak of ungentlemanly conduct. You should be fucking ashamed of yourself."

"Whaa! Kenji-kun is so hot! He could smack me and I’d thank him for the service!" a random fan-girl shrieked from the sidelines, probably moistening her thighs as she spoke.

Kaizen nearly choked on a laugh. Who the hell is he calling a ’gentle woman’?

’Does he mean the ice-queen currently looking at me like I’m a skid mark on the sidewalk of life?’

The public saw a power couple—pure, elegant, and probably the kind of people who only do missionary for the sole purpose of procreation.

But thanks to his "high game" knowledge, Kaizen knew their dirty little secret.

On the outside, they were the pride of the academy; in private, they were a degenerate dumpster fire of kinks that only he was aware of.

And he was going to milk that secret until the cows came home and filed for a restraining order.

He quickly raised his hands in a fake-ass disarming gesture, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

"Oh, no, Kenji-kun! Far from it! I would never dream of mocking our glorious President. In fact, I’ve had a spiritual awakening in this trash can. From today on, I’ve decided to be a very, very good boy. I’m turning over a new leaf! So please, by all means... drag me to a private room and punish me until I can’t walk."

"..."

"..."

The crowd went so silent you could hear a flea fart.

The President and Kenji just squinted at him, their faces twisted in confusion.

They were convinced he was just being an ultra-sarcastic prick, taking his "asshole noble" routine to a new, meta level of mockery.

"Oh, come on! You don’t believe me? Look at my eyes! These are the eyes of a reformed sinner! I am literally begging to be taken to the Disciplinary Committee hall right now. Lock the door. Lose the key. Do your worst!"

Kaizen shouted it again, feeling a vein pop in his forehead. He was actually getting pissed off, but the thrill of the hunt was making his blood boil in the best way possible.

’Dammit! My reputation is so goddamn radioactive that they think my genuine desire to be disciplined is just top-tier trolling!’

But honestly, he loved it.

He always wanted a challenge, and convincing a cold-hearted president to "punish" him while he secretly plotted to palm her glutes was a challenge he was ready to accept with both hands.

"Well? Are we going to stand here and debate my character, or are you going to take me to the Disciplinary Hall and show me what that ’authority’ feels like?"

Aria cut a glance at Kenji, her eyes practically screaming ’is this guy on drugs?’, before snapping her focus back to Kaizen.

She was beyond suspicious; every fiber of her being told her this thug was playing a high-stakes game of psychological warfare against her authority.

She was waiting for the punchline, for him to pull a prank that would make her look like an absolute clown.

"Fine, Mr. Kaizen. You want to be handled? We will take you to the Disciplinary Committee hall. But if this is some elaborate prank, I hope you realize I have the legal authority to suspend your sorry ass into the next dimension. Understood?"

"Oh, absolutely, Ms. President. You should be ruthless. Line up the troublemakers and crack that whip. It’s the only way these degenerates will ever learn the value of a cold, hard lesson."

The hallway erupted into a cacophony of absolute disbelief.

"Holy shit, is it a skin-walker?! Did an alien just hijack the Ryuga trash?!"

"No way in hell. The Trash Young Master just tried to sound... innocent? My ears are bleeding!"

"There’s a glitch in the simulation. I’m losing my goddamn mind. Someone call a priest or a psychiatrist!"

"This is going straight to the top of the gossip boards. ’The Thug and the innocent’ I can see the headlines already!"

Ignoring the chaos, the power couple led the grinning idiot toward the Disciplinary Committee hall.

They marched him into the massive, sterile room and sat him down at a cold metal table.

Since the other committee members were busy actually doing their jobs, Aria and Kenji stepped into a side office for a moment to discuss how to handle this bizarre "reformation."

Kaizen didn’t waste a single second.

He pulled out his phone, his thumbs blurring across the screen as he scoured the interdimensional web for a very specific image.

"Aha! Found you, you beautiful disaster."

He pulled up a high-res photo of a certain internet celebrity, a woman whose "interests" perfectly mirrored the secret filth hidden behind Aria’s glasses, and set it as his lock screen wallpaper.

He adjusted his stolen tie and checked his reflection in the darkened phone screen.

"Perfect. She’s going to be mine by sundown. Enjoy your last few minutes of ’authority,’ Kenji, you generic, cardboard-flavored cucklord. He he heh..."