NTR: The Trash Young Master Who Stole Every Girl!

"Um... what happened, dear?"

Kenji asked, his heart instantly doing a joyful flip.

Aria-chan smiled.

This time, it looked like a genuinely soft, emotional smile.

She paused for a dramatic second.

Kenji was 100% certain that a peak, sparkling, shoujo-manga confession of romantic love was about to drop.

His cheeks instantly heated up like a toaster.

"I... uh... I just wanted to say... I am incredibly happy to have... you know... someone as safe and pure as you in my life..."

"Oh, Aria-chan..."

Kenji-kun’s vanilla heart completely melted into a puddle of goo.

This was it. This was the pure, elegant woman he loved.

All the weird confusion and awkward vibes he had felt these past two days instantly vanished.

He was absolutely going forward with his business plan now!

A plan to give a little bit of back-arching liberation to his beautiful girlfriend, and a plan to extract millions of dollars from filthy internet gooners so they could retire to a private island by graduation!

But Aria-chan wasn’t quite finished with her emotional speech.

"Kenji-kun, from the absolute bottom of my heart..."

"...Thank you... thank you so, so much for being my rock..."

She smiled once more, her eyes locking onto his with deep, cinematic intensity.

Then, she continued her sacred vow.

"My heart, my devotion, and this body... they only belong to yo———— EEEKEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK~~!!!!!!"

What the actual hell just happened to Aria-chan?!

Well, let’s do some quick inter-dimensional math.

On the completely opposite side of the school campus, inside a locked, soundproof office, a little magical clone had just taken a double-dose of an absolute, apocalyptic, reality-shattering tongue execution.

Her mana core had completely short-circuited from back-to-back explosive orgasms, and the duplicate had violently poofed out of existence.

And the exact microsecond that clone dissolved?

A massive tidal wave of pure, concentrated, high-definition sensory memories, physical exhaustion, and intense clitoral phantom-pleasure flashed directly into the real Aria’s nervous system right in the middle of her classroom.

Her body instantly remembered the table, the ripped stockings, and the trash young master’s god-tier tongue speed all at once!

...

Aria’s eyes instantly rolled into the back of her skull.

Only the blank, traumatized whites were showing.

Her jaw completely unhinged as she began to drool insanely, her tongue lolling out of her mouth like a cartoon character hit with a giant wooden mallet.

THUD!

She instantly collapsed flat onto the wooden desk.

She began panting heavily, looking like a desert camel that had been starved of water for an entire decade.

"Aria-chan?!"

SCREECH!

Kenji’s chair violently scraped against the floorboards.

The vanilla boyfriend stood up from his seat at Mach speed.

He lunged toward his fallen girlfriend in a panic.

The poor girl was spasming like a glitching video game character.

Massive puddles of drool were leaking from her lips.

He had absolutely no idea what medical protocol to follow.

Fearing for her life, he quickly scooped her limp, vibrating body up into his arms in a classic bridal carry.

"Professor! My Aria-chan is severely unwell! I am taking her to the infirmary immediately!"

The classroom professor adjusted her glasses and inspected the chaotic scene.

It was a shocking sight.

Aria was the gold-standard role model of the entire academy.

Kenji was equally perfect.

This random, unhinged seizure clearly wasn’t a cheap prank to skip class.

The professor quickly marched over to inspect the twitching girl resting in Kenji’s hands.

?!

The teacher’s eyes suddenly widened in absolute, professional shock.

"This is..."

The instructor was none other than Professor Yori.

She was the legendary, cold-hearted Dungeon Operations Professor.

She was also the exact high-tier milf that Kaizen was actively avoiding right now.

He needed to secure a specific, broken system item first.

That legendary artifact was the only definitive way to conquer her terrifying, high-level defenses.

"What is wrong with my Aria-chan, Professor? Is it a curse?!"

"Do not delay for another second! Get her to the infirmary right now!"

Yori commanded, her voice surprisingly tense.

"Right!"

Kenji bolted out of the classroom, running down the hallway like a heroic track star.

Every background student in the room stared at the door in stunned silence.

However, Professor Yori’s sharp eyes weren’t looking at the door.

Her gaze slowly traveled down to the empty wooden chair where Aria had just been sitting.

There was a massive, highly illegal puddle of glistening liquid resting on the seat.

It looked exactly like someone had violently toppled a two-liter water bottle directly onto the chair.

That much fluid was present.

"..."

Yori’s face remained serious, but her expert dungeon-crawler instincts knew the truth.

That was absolutely not water.

’To produce this monumental amount of fluid in a single burst...’

Yori thought, her cheeks slightly warming up under her strict makeup.

’That means she experienced a high-voltage climax multiple times. At least six or seven consecutive rounds...’

What the professional professor didn’t mathematically know was that the real Aria hadn’t just climaxed six times.

Due to the sudden, magical data-dump of the shadow clone spell, Aria had actually experienced eight catastrophic orgasms simultaneously in a single second.

That was the exact reason her mental filament had completely short-circuited like an overloaded fuse box.

The phantom pleasure was simply too monumental for a human brain to process.

Her poor, over-worked cotton panties never stood a chance.

The fabric had instantly surrendered, letting the divine milk leak out onto the academy furniture just like that.

.

..

...

On the other side of the academy, inside the empty, soundproof office, Kaizen violently slammed his fist onto the wooden table in pure, unadulterated frustration.

"Dammit!"

He knew a magical shadow clone wasn’t structurally built for high-performance, degenerate endurance.

Handling one was exactly like playing with a fragile glass vase.

If you apply just a fraction too much physical pressure or high-voltage pleasure, the entire system will instantly fracture into a million pieces.

However, seeing that the replica hadn’t shattered after surviving her seventh consecutive explosive orgasm...

Kaizen’s confidence had soared to an all-time high.

He truly believed the clone was invincible.

So what did he do?

He aggressively unzipped his trousers, released his massive, noble steel pipe, and perfectly aligned the heavy weapon with her throbbing, thoroughly punished pussy.

The shadow clone spell was supposed to be completely goated.

Having an identical, premium copy of the strict student council president laid out on a table was the ultimate, unfair cheat-code advantage.

But hiya, the universe had cruelly denied him his final victory lap.

"She literally just blew up from the mere tapping of my meat against her pussy!"

Kaizen yelled at the empty room, thoroughly offended by the game mechanics.