NTR: The Trash Young Master Who Stole Every Girl!

Meanwhile, on the completely opposite side of the academy campus, the real Aria sat in her first-period classroom.

She was currently vibrating like a smartphone on maximum haptic feedback.

An unbearable mixture of impatience and hidden horniness consumed her.

The boring teacher upfront kept lecturing about advanced mana theory.

However, Aria’s pristine mind was currently locked inside a soundproof disciplinary office.

’Dammit! Why the actual hell isn’t my clone dispelled yet? It has been an entire hour!’

Let’s look at the facts.

Aria usually summoned her shadow clones for incredibly basic tasks.

The duplicates cleaned her luxury bedroom, organized her massive closet, or acted as disposable meat-shields inside low-level dungeons.

This neat magic spell allowed the original president to just look pretty on her bed.

She could comfortably scroll through her Ms. Kitty streaming analytics while her magical slave did all the manual labor.

Sure, the spell carried a tiny, exhausting catch.

The moment a clone vanished, the original caster instantly inherited all the physical feelings and memories of the chores.

Consequently, the passage of time was driving her absolutely insane.

A simple uniform inspection shouldn’t take sixty minutes.

’I am going to force-disconnect the spell right now. That is the only logical choice left.’

Suddenly, a highly degenerate thought invaded her brain.

The mere implication made her little lower lips quiver violently inside her cotton underwear.

It felt like a sudden jolt of electricity hitting a very sensitive generator.

’No... no way. Nothing like that could possibly be happening. I am absolutely sure... mhmm~’

Even she wasn’t convinced by her own pathetic denial.

A secret, highly repressed part of her closet-slut brain was actually crossing its fingers.

She deeply hoped that something incredibly scandalous was developing behind those closed doors.

’The trash young master probably tried something perverted.’

’My righteous clone has definitely kicked his sloppy ass right out of the window by now!’

’Yeah! That is exactly what happened.’

Yet, a dangerous doubt lingered.

Was she truly certain her clone wouldn’t fold under his predatory charm?

A shadow clone shared the exact same psychological weaknesses as the creator.

Just yesterday, the original Aria had completely surrendered to his heavy, dominant words.

Those verbal attacks had violently unlocked her repressed, kinky cat-side after years of boring, vanilla abstinence with Kenji.

An unhinged, wolf-like man could never be trusted alone with a replica of her body.

Furthermore, a true trash young master would easily exploit the ultimate loophole.

He could perform any sinful operational maneuver on a disposable magical duplicate without getting arrested by the authorities.

The president quickly shook her head to erase those highly explicit, 4K mental images.

She took a few shaky, deep breaths to regain control.

There was absolutely no need to fuel her internal fire and make her lower plumbing any more leaky than it already was.

Still, the torturous anticipation was driving her crazy.

’Everything will be fine.’

Aria thought, deploying her final coping mechanism.

’My duplicate is safe as long as she doesn’t mention his absolute obsession with Ms. Kitty.’

’He only goes beast-mode when his favorite streamer is disrespected.’

The absolute, gold-standard dramatic irony here was truly majestic.

Aria realized she couldn’t even mention her own secret internet persona without being instantly subjected to extreme, face-flushing perversion.

And yet, the most twisted part of her mind craved it.

She secretly wanted to bait him with that name again just to witness the explosive, primal reaction of that shameless man.

’Just five more minutes.’

She muttered, her fingers trembling against the wooden desk.

Her pussy throbbed in perfect synchronization with the ticking classroom clock.

’If the spell doesn’t end by then, I am pulling the magical plug myself!’

It was then...

"Aria-chan, are you really alright?"

Kenji-kun asked for the hundredth time that morning.

He was sitting right next to her at his desk, wearing his usual textbook-hero expression.

Aria slowly lifted her head.

She offered a fragile, completely fake smile to her clueless boyfriend.

But right now, looking directly at his perfect, symmetrical, vanilla face, an overwhelming wave of pure annoyance surged through her chest.

Yeah, she was getting violently annoyed by this guy.

Every breath he took was starting to offend her.

For some unholy reason, ever since yesterday’s incident with the trash young master, she felt like a completely different human being.

Her entire personality had undergone a corrupted software update.

She was getting irritated by literally every single sentence coming out of Kenji’s mouth.

Her brain was completely hijacked, constantly looping the 4K memories of yesterday afternoon.

It was getting ridiculous.

’Did I really change that much in twenty-four hours?’

She stared at her flawless boyfriend.

Objectively speaking, he was incredibly handsome.

He was fiercely loyal.

More importantly, he loved her with the purity of a Disney prince.

But... but... more than anything, he simply wasn’t the man she was looking for anymore.

No, scratch that.

He wasn’t the man that the real, locked-up, hyper-slutty Aria actually needed to survive.

A three-inch placeholder simply couldn’t keep up with her newly unlocked global-boss requirements.

Yes, that was the harsh reality.

’Poor, sweet, vanilla man... I am so incredibly sorry...’

Aria thought, mourning his pride in advance.

"I am perfectly okay, Kenji-kun. Seriously, do not worry about a single thing."

"Uh? Okay! Hehe...."

Kenji chuckled, easily satisfied.

"By the way, what ever happened to your shadow clone? Did you finally dispel it?"

"Ohh?! Um... y-yeah! Of course! Obviously!"

Aria stammered, her voice pitching up like a broken violin.

"I dispelled it ages ago! Right after giving that trash young master a very standard, highly professional, corporate-level uniform punishment... obviously!"

"Is that so? Good... He deserves it."

"Haha... h-it’s not like the clone had any other hidden purpose in that room, right?"

Aria rambled frantically, sweat beads forming on her brow.

"I mean, what other possible purpose could a disposable duplicate even have in an isolated office with a bad boy... Hahaha... nothing! Absolutely nothing!"

"Uh?"

Kenji blinked, thoroughly confused by her hyperactive wording and erratic hand gestures.

But being the ultimate dense protagonist extra, he didn’t dwell on the suspicious matter for long.

After all, the clone was already safely dispelled, right?

Right now, Kenji’s brain was focused on an entirely different operational maneuver.

He was planning to pitch a brilliant new business strategy to Aria-chan.

A flawless method to maximize their internet revenue.

He had officially discovered the perfect stream optimization technique.

’Besides... I am sure Aria-chan will actually enjoy this next step much more...’

Kenji was no fool.

He finally understood that he had been accidentally repressing Aria-chan’s true, wild instincts all these years.

He had only done it because he was terrified of the massive backlash from their noble families if things went out of hand.

But since they wore high-quality, anonymous masquerade masks during their broadcasts, nobody on the internet knew their actual student identities!

’Should I just give the gooners what they want and grant her some liberation?’

Kenji debated, his financial greed slowly suffocating his morals.

At that exact cinematic moment, Aria suddenly reached out across the desks.

She gently grabbed his hand.

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[A/N]

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