NTR: The Trash Young Master Who Stole Every Girl!

’What the absolute hell?! It is already three o’clock in the afternoon right now!’

Aria was completely losing her mind just thinking about the timeline.

What the actual fuck was happening inside that dark bachelor penthouse?

What could a man and a woman possibly be doing in a locked room for eighteen hours straight? 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

’I always thought Hina-chan was a pure, kind, and perfectly behaved girl...’

’What on earth did that dangerous, toxic man do to her body to make her stay inside his private quarters for this long?’

’And why did she stay through the entire night?!’

Aria’s brain was currently generating some incredibly wild, R-rated thoughts.

But she instantly shook her head to clear her vision.

She knew her own inner closet-succubus mind was dirty as hell.

It was totally wrong to judge a prestigious, uptight woman like Hina.

’Well, she was raised from birth as a literal high-society princess. She will definitely show her elite upbringing and maintain her dignity.’

Yes! That had to be it!

Aria convinced herself that Hina was probably currently beating the absolute shit out of that trash young master.

She was punishing him for trying his disgusting pervert moves on her.

And the trash guy must have secretly loved the dominant abuse, so she just kept beating him until now.

’Yeah, that makes perfect logical sense!’

’There is absolutely no way a woman who is brought up as a pure princess, and who literally has a fated boyfriend prophesied to be an SSR prodigy among prodigies, would ever be charmed by that disgusting, arrogant alpha-male!’

But even as she muttered that comforting lie to herself, Aria’s inner monologue called total bullshit.

She knew a deep, dark secret.

If she had been the one trapped inside Kaizen’s penthouse last night instead of Hina, she would have absolutely folded under his dominant gaze.

She would be getting her brains pounded out on that mattress just like that!

’Dammit! That absolute sexual demon knows my exact psychological weakness... Shit!’

Aria suddenly gasped and squeezed her thighs tightly together.

She could feel her highly sensitive, rules-obsessed pussy dripping a fresh, hot wave of premium juices once again.

For what exact reason? She honestly didn’t even know anymore!

Her body was just aggressively malfunctioning!

"Aria-chan... aren’t you coming with me to the cafeteria?"

’Oh, for the love of God, this absolute, certified, potato-brained idiot!’

"Why the hell are you always glued to my side like an annoying stray dog, Kenji-kun?! Can’t you just physically walk down a single hallway by yourself for one day?! What the actual hell, man!"

Aria was currently deeply engrossed in a high-tier, degenerate fantasy about that trash young master.

Naturally, her stupid, vanilla boyfriend was nothing more than an inconvenient pebble on the road of her sexual awakening.

She face-palmed with absolute, unadulterated annoyance.

Come on!

Why was he constantly hovering around her like a lost toddler?

Didn’t this guy have any actual friends on campus?!

Could he not leave her alone for five damn minutes?!

What the hell!

Could he not grant her a single microsecond of privacy so she could properly drain the overflow of slut-juice currently flooding her panties?

On the other side of this verbal execution, the poor background extra who received the abuse completely froze in place.

Kenji-kun’s jaw literally dropped to the floor.

He wasn’t talking.

Hell, his peanut brain wasn’t even registering basic audio signals anymore.

What the actual fuck did he just hear? What kind of glitch in the matrix was this?

Did his years of faithful, vanilla boyfriend service completely deceive him?

Did his... did his pure, innocent, rules-obsessed Aria-chan just aggressively swear at him like a seasoned dock worker?!

He stood there, a single tear forming in his eye, entirely oblivious to the fact that his girl’s mind was currently being occupied by a nine-inch forearm-sized biological weapon!

"A-Aria-chan... I... I just..."

Kenji-kun was right on the verge of proposing his absolute most glorious, magnificent master plan.

It was a high-tier strategic business roadmap that was guaranteed to make them literal multi-millionaires.

It was a legendary plan that would finally satisfy Aria-chan’s deep, hidden lust!

Kenji took a shaky breath, preparing to drop the ultimate entrepreneurial bomb.

"I-I-I came here... sniff, sniff... I just came to say... I wanted to say that you and I could finally launch a premium, high-definition nude live-stream channel together! With your... sniff, sniff... incredibly hot, disciplinary body, and my absolute, raging trouser monster... we literally could have made millions of dollars, Aria-chan! Sniff, sniff..."

The entire hallway instantly fell into a dead, suffocating silence.

Aria’s jaw dropped so wide it practically unhinged from her skull.

She stared down at the utterly pathetic, sniffling excuse of a boyfriend kneeling mentally in front of her.

The guy was literally crying.

He was actively weeping like a toddler who lost his pacifier, all because she used a slightly mean tone of voice on him!

’Crying?! A fully grown adult male is actually shedding tears right now?! Kaizen-kun would absolutely never do something so completely embarrassing!’

Without even realizing it, Aria was rapidly mutating into a full-scale fanatic of that trash young master.

Her standards were completely warped.

She was now viewing any male behavior that didn’t involve ruthless domination and a nine-inch weapon as nothing but weak, sissy behavior!

’A grown-ass man... crying over a basic scolding...’

Looking down at the pathetic, sniffling loser, Aria felt the absolute biggest, most violent wave of irritation in her entire life.

’And not to mention... what the actual fuck did this clown just say out loud?!’

With her beautiful, elite body and... and... what exactly?

’A monster?! His freaking monster!!!’

Involuntarily, a massive, unhinged burst of laughter violently erupted from Aria’s throat.

She clutched her stomach, bending over double as tears of pure, unadulterated mockery streamed down her face.

A monster?! A monster what, exactly?!

That pathetic, three-inch, slightly inflated cocktail peanut was his definition of a monster?!

Is that the beast he wanted to broadcast to the world wide web?

What kind of monster was that supposed to be? A microscopic rat’s dropping?!

Aria began to laugh out loud so hysterically and aggressively that Kenji felt his entire masculine soul violently shatter into dust.

"A-Aria-chan... why are you laughing at my business model...? Why...?"

"Hahaha! Oh my god, Kenji-kun! To call that tragic little appendage of yours a ’monster’ is nothing short of a literal, cosmic blasphemy against the laws of anatomy! Please, for the sake of human dignity, refrain from ever saying something like that out loud again! Hahaha! A monster! I can’t breathe!"

Kenji felt a massive, near-fatal heart attack strike directly at the core of his masculine dignity.

His vision blurred as his chest tightened under the absolute weight of her ruthless, R-rated mockery.

He began to violently hyperventilate, desperately clutching his uniform right over his broken heart.

"You... you big, toxic meanie!"

With that legendary, final piece of high-quality dialogue, the future internet millionaire turned around and sprinted down the corridor like a panicked schoolgirl.

His generic protagonist tears flying wildly into the air.

"What the absolute, flying fuck...?"

Aria took a deep, exhausting breath and aggressively smacked the palm of her hand flat against her forehead.

The hallway was completely quiet now.

"I kind of messed up his entire psychological state right there, didn’t I?"

But was she actually going to swallow her pride and deliver a sincere apology to that poor, peanut-wielding man?

Absolutely not.

She had much more pressing, high-priority anatomical logistics to investigate.

"A-As the prestigious Student Council President, it is my absolute, sworn constitutional duty to make sure that all the absent students are doing perfectly well and okay..."

She muttered the righteous excuse to her own guilty conscience.

Then, adjusting her tight uniform skirt, she marched with a sharp, determined stride straight toward the ultra-exclusive VIP Suite S’s top floor.

Her official objective?

A standard, completely professional welfare check on a missing academy princess.

Her unofficial objective? To see what the hell was that trash young master doing to that poor woman!