NTR: The Trash Young Master Who Stole Every Girl!

Hina-chan walked straight out of her luxury bathroom door, steam billowing out behind her like a dramatic stage entrance.

She was wearing absolutely nothing but a tiny, dangerously short towel wrapped around her naturally slutty, premium-grade body.

The fresh, sweet scent of peach bath soap radiated off her skin.

Tiny droplets of water drizzled here and there across her collarbones.

Anyone witnessing this view would have instantly lost all basic human control.

They would have transformed into a feral beast on the spot.

Ding!

Right on cue, her smartphone suddenly blasted a high-pitched notification ringtone.

"Leo-kun?!"

Thinking the digital chime was a sweet morning text from her beloved vanilla protagonist, she practically sprinted toward the bedside table.

She aggressively snatched the phone and face-planted directly onto the soft mattress.

And began to giggled like a schoolgirl, happily kicking her bare feet in the air with ultimate romantic anticipation.

But the exact microsecond she unlocked the screen, her smile instantly evaporated.

The damn message was from a completely unknown number.

"Huh? Who on earth has my private digits? Should I just change my entire phone carrier right now?"

Since she was a sheltered, top-tier noble princess, her phone number was treated like a classified government secret.

Only a highly selected circle of elite individuals possessed it.

We are talking about Leo-kun, her rival Sera-chan, and her immediate family members.

That was it.

So, receiving a random text from an unknown sender meant her security grid was compromised.

She had been thoroughly hacked, right?

"Whatever. Let’s just block this creep after checking what the actual message says. Oh, it’s a media attachment?"

Without thinking much about the digital danger, her curious finger tapped the image to download it in full high-definition.

"Eh? EH? EH?!!!!! V-VIPER?!"

Hina-chan practically did a full, vertical Olympic high-jump straight off the mattress.

Her towel nearly slipped completely off her hips from the sheer psychological shock.

She stared at the familiar-looking object filling her phone screen.

The picture in question featured a pair of highly delicate, premium-quality silk panties.

And sitting right underneath the image was a completely unhinged, highly toxic caption.

[Text: Oh~ This looks incredibly familiar. Someone left their trash in my office. 🤔💦]

Those panties were familiar. They were way too familiar! It was her exact signature pair!

"What the actual hell?!"

She shrieked, her face turning a violent shade of crimson.

"I literally searched my entire bedroom for a whole day looking for those! It wasn’t there!"

Let’s do a quick flashback.

After that deeply humiliating store room confrontation, long before any actual heavy meat-pounding occurred, that trash young master had publicly pointed out that she wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath her school uniform skirt.

That single accusation was the start of her entire downfall, right?

At the time, she honestly thought she had just been a massive, scatterbrained fool who forgot to put them on in the morning.

"B-But how... Who is this absolute degenerate... Wait a minute!!!!"

She didn’t have to stress her brain cells further to figure out the mastermind behind this cyber-terrorism.

Her mind unanimously snapped onto one single, horrifying face.

It was that dog-poop-looking man.

That legendary, unhinged villain with the permanent, shit-eating grin on his face!

Kaizen Ryuga had her underwear in his personal possession the entire time!

"So this stupid, shameless bastard had my panties this entire time?! How?! Just how did he even steal them?!"

Her face burned with a dangerous mixture of embarrassment and rage.

She quickly began to type out some highly aggressive words on her touchscreen.

Well, they were words that this sheltered, innocent princess thought were aggressive.

She was using her maximum vocabulary of insults.

But just as her trembling thumb hovered over the send button, she suddenly froze.

"Wait a minute! Giving him immediate attention is exactly what that perverted villain wants, right?"

By replying instantly, she would be playing right into his degenerate psychological trap!

She would be feeding his massive ego!

Suddenly, her brain involuntarily replayed a 4K, slow-motion flashback of what he had ruthlessly done to her body four days ago.

"Ngghh~!"

Her entire body gave a massive, violent shudder at the thought.

Her legs went completely weak.

Reaching back, her hand instinctively rubbed her poor, delicate rear assets.

He had pounded those cheeks straight into oblivion.

Furthermore, upon closer self-inspection in her bathroom mirror this morning, Hinata had come to a terrifying conclusion.

Her delicate lower garden had been permanently resized by his monstrous steel pipe!

The structural integrity was completely altered!

She couldn’t let that kind of savage rearrangement happen ever again.

She needed to protect her remaining dignity and save herself exclusively for her beloved hero, Leo-kun!

"No more. Let’s just completely ignore him. Silence is the ultimate weapon."

She quickly deleted the entire angry paragraph she was typing.

She aggressively locked her phone, tossed it onto the bed, and tried to delete the incident from her memory.

Too bad she completely forgot to hit the actual block button. That was a fatal rookie mistake.

She really should have done that from the absolute start!

For the next hour, her phone remained blessedly silent.

She didn’t hear a single notification from that wealthy trash heap.

She was finally starting to calm down and forget the whole ordeal.

It was then... the ultimate disaster struck.

She was currently sitting in the elite academy cafeteria, enjoying a lovely morning breakfast.

She was seated right next to her beloved Leo-kun, the sweaty fitness slut Sera-chan, and Sera’s completely useless, beta-male boyfriend Kaito-kun.

The atmosphere was perfectly wholesome.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated on the table.

BZZZ!

She glanced down.

The notification preview popped up.

It was another direct message from that exact same restricted number.

"Hic!"

Hinata’s eyes nearly shot out of her skull.

The sudden psychological jump-scare made her completely lose control of her throat.

Before she could even process the text, she instantly sprayed a massive, high-velocity cloud of half-chewed academy breakfast rice straight into Leo-kun’s handsome, clueless face!