NTR: The Trash Young Master Who Stole Every Girl!

"Oh my gawd! What the actual hell, Hina?!"

Sera-chan shrieked, instantly springing to her feet like a hyperactive fitness instructor.

How could Hina just violently launch a projectile missile of chewed cafeteria breakfast straight onto her precious Leo-kun’s handsome face?!

This sheltered little bitch!

Just because she was the official main girlfriend of Leo kun didn’t mean she could just disrespectfully use Leo-kun’s face as a organic trash can whenever she saw fit!

Sera aggressively pushed her way toward Leo.

She whipped out a napkin and began frantically wiping down his face, completely invading his personal space with her sweaty, bouncy assets.

"Yeah, Hina-chan... are you seriously alright?"

Leo asked somberly.

He was desperately blinking, trying to wipe his own eyes.

A freaking piece of chewed, spicy chili had landed directly inside his left eyeball!

Tears were streaming down his face like a broken water pipe.

Well, let’s be completely honest here...

Anybody would cry like a absolute baby if they got hit with a high-velocity, pre-masticated chili flake straight in their optical receptors.

"Y-Yeah! I am totally alright, Leo-kun! J-J-Just some food got stuck in m-my windpipe! T-That’s all!"

Hina stammered out, her face flushing a dangerous shade of purple.

She felt incredibly, profoundly sorry for her beloved Leo-kun.

She would have never launched a food assault on him if she were in a normal, sane situation.

Ha! Her intentionally attacking her precious Leo-kun?

That was the funniest, most non-funny joke Hina could ever think of!

But her current situation was just that dire.

Another mysterious photo text from that unhinged bastard?!

’W-What on earth could it be this time?!’

Shit! It wasn’t like she could just casually ignore the digital message altogether anymore, right?

The man possessed her actual, physical underwear!

God only knew what kind of sinful, degenerate acts that trash young master would perform on her delicate silk panties if he got bored!

’H-he wouldn’t do anything to it, right?’

Hina couldn’t even fathom that dog-poop guy doing anything remotely normal or civilized.

After all, he had just ruthlessly pinned her and pounded her without a single drop of mercy right inside the academy corridor, completely devoid of any fear!

God, her permanently resized pussy still literally whimpered and twitched with phantom pleasure just thinking about that catastrophic day!

She was supposed to be the exclusive girlfriend of the most prodigal, destined hero humanity had ever seen.

And yet, that shameless villain hadn’t even given her a single second to breathe properly before he stuffed her poor, tight pussy with his massive, world-ending dong.

So, it was only fair to assume he would not be acting like a polite gentleman with her underwear alone in his luxury penthouse!

’Before I look at the horror on my screen, I need to properly say sorry to my beloved boyfriend...’

"Leo-kun, I am so—"

But before she could even complete her apology, the sweaty gym-slut Sera-chan aggressively unloaded a fresh wave of toxic shade.

"If you didn’t want to choke, Hina, then maybe you shouldn’t have shoved food down your throat like the cafeteria was running out of rations!"

Sera hmphed, crossing her arms to make her massive, athletic chest jiggle with dominance.

"No wonder you’re rapidly turning into a thick, brainless bimbo. Hmph! Come on, Leo-kun, let me personally take you to the washroom to wash out your sticky eyes."

?!

"W-What?!"

Hina was completely flabbergasted.

Her jaw dropped so low it almost hit her half-eaten breakfast.

But the fitness-slut Sera didn’t care about her feelings at all.

She aggressively hooked her arm through Leo’s and dragged the crying, chili-blinded hero away toward the bathroom.

How?!

How could that sweaty gym rat say something so incredibly toxic?

Hina was absolutely not a bimbo!

She had the perfect, god-tier anatomical ratio.

Hell, she could easily be called the ideal, premium model woman that any sane man would aggressively fight to desire.

She had literally checked the internet forums just last night!

Sure enough, thick, juicy women with high-end assets like her were currently the most sought-after category on the market.

Meanwhile, small-waisted, protein-shake-chugging bitches like Sera were completely sidelined by real connoisseurs!

’Hmph! That absolute bitch!!’

Hina glared daggers at the backs of the two retreating figures.

Her eyes were burning a literal hole straight through the spine of that gym slut.

’How dare she?!’

The overly familiar way Sera had her athletic arms locked around Leo’s arm...

Aaah! Hina wanted to commit a high-level murder right there in the cafeteria.

’I should be the one taking him to the washroom! I should be the one wiping his sticky face!’

Yes, she was the official main heroine here!

But she couldn’t physically move right now.

Her entire lower body was paralyzed by digital terror.

Her poor, innocent silk panty was currently being held hostage by a literal demon lord.

It was a dire, high-stakes situation that required her immediate, undivided tactical attention.

It was at that exact dramatic moment...

The silently watching Kaito-kun, who hadn’t contributed a single brain cell to the conversation this entire morning...

Finally opened his mouth for the first time since they sat down to eat.

"You know... there is definitely something weird going on between those two... hmm... but I just can’t seem to pinpoint it at all..."

?!

’What?! Even Kaito-kun notices it too?!’

Hina’s internal panic alarm started blaring at maximum volume.

She had secret doubts before, but if even the completely oblivious, dense-extra Kaito-kun was picking up on the suspicious vibes...

Doesn’t that mean something is really really going on with those two?!

She quickly snapped her head back to look at them one more time.

The view was devastating.

The two of them were giggling and laughing together like a pair of high school newlyweds as they vanished into the washroom corridor.

’No... it can’t be... Leo-kun would never cheat on me with a gym rat...’

She shook her head frantically.

She needed to focus on her own survival first.

With a trembling hand, she picked up her phone to finally see the horrific new picture the trash young master had unleashed upon her soul.

She unlocked her phone, and the fresh notification hit her screen like a high-voltage flashbang.

[Text: Man, this delicate little thing smells incredibly potent... like the exact mouth-watering scent of a tight, premium pussy I ruthlessly pounded four days ago... Should I use it as a makeshift condom, or just rub my massive meat all over it? Decisions, decisions... 🤤🍆]

Hina’s jaw completely unhinged.

Her pussy gave a violent, involuntary throb that nearly shot her straight out of her chair.

But the toxic text message wasn’t even the worst part.

Her eyes locked onto the attached high-definition photo.

In the foreground, Kaizen’s dominant hand was tightly gripping her pristine silk panties, stretching the fabric open.

But what caught her immediate, horrified attention, and made her lower garden instantly start salivating like a starved hound, was the background.

Right there, just slightly out of focus in the background of his luxury penthouse bedroom, she could clearly see the terrifying silhouette of a literal biological weapon.

It was an absolutely massive, monstrously thick, and aggressively veined steel pipe standing at absolute attention.

It was him.

It was the exact mythical beast that had mercilessly devoured her pussy and permanently rearranged her internal anatomy!

And right now, that multi-ton wrecking ball was hovering centimeters away from her hostage underwear, preparing to do something unspeakably filthy and raunchy to her property.

If he came all over her favorite silk panties, the magical residue would stay there forever!

It was too late for logic.

Her survival instincts completely overrode her brain.

SLAM!

She quickly shot up from her cafeteria seat so fast her knees violently rattled the table, causing Kaito-kun to spill his morning coffee all over his lap in utter confusion.

"I-I have an absolute, catastrophic code-red emergency!"

And before the clueless extra could even ask a single question, she spun on her heels and ran out of the cafeteria.

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[A/N]

Is Hina chan once again going to play into our dear protagonist’s hands?