NTR: The Trash Young Master Who Stole Every Girl!

Knock, knock!

Aria paced back and forth across the pristine marble hallway like a hyperactive crackhead on a deadline.

Her high heels were clicking against the floor like a countdown to her own social execution.

She had been overthinking this for the last twenty minutes.

Should she turn back? Should she sprint away?

Who in their actual, right mind would voluntarily walk up to a predatory lion’s den and politely knock on the door?

Yes, that was the ultimate, foundational problem here.

Right mind.

Aria Thomsson was currently operating on about zero percent brainpower.

The entity currently driving the Student Council President’s meat-suit was absolutely not her high-IQ academic brain.

No, it was a certain lower, moisture-producing department that had completely hijacked the steering wheel and was aggressively stepping on the gas.

After practically chewing off her own manicured nails in a panic, she had finally bit the bullet and slapped her hand against the massive, imposing mahogany door of VIP Suite S.

"I mean, I didn’t even know this guy suddenly upgraded to the legendary Suite S at all!"

Aria whispered furiously to herself, her eyes darting around the empty corridor.

"W-Well, I guess it makes perfect sense. A disgustingly wealthy young master like him obviously requires a penthouse suite with a king-sized mattress to execute his daily degenerate operations..."

Her brain cells were rapidly conjuring up the most unhinged, R-rated mental graphics.

"B-But in the first place, why the hell did a billionaire like him even check into that rusty, cockroach-infested old dorm last week? That dump doesn’t suit a young master’s expensive taste at all!"

"Wait... are the underground school forum rumors actually true? Was he kicked out of the main Ryuga family estate for being too much of a menace to society?"

"Oh my god, wait a minute! What the actual fuck am I even going to say to him to justify this random visit?! I didn’t think this through at all!!"

The sudden, horrifying realization hit her like a freight train.

Her legs completely gave out.

The highly respected, terrifying disciplinary head of the academy literally squatted down flat on the corridor floor, clutching her head in her hands and shaking it like a malfunctioning bobblehead.

She had prepared zero dialogue options for when the Kaizen kun actually spawned.

Kaizen-kun? Wait.

When the hell did her internal vocabulary smoothly transition from "trash young master" to "dog-poop guy" to... Kaizen-kun?!

It was officially confirmed.

President Aria’s intellectual prefrontal cortex had been 100% colonized by her own thirsty pussy!

"S-Should I just put on a brave face and say I am here on official student council business to investigate the sudden disappearance of Hina Ayura? To check if her vital signs are okay?"

She aggressively shook her head.

"No! No! That is way too suspicious! He is going to immediately look through my terrible acting and think that I suspect him of holding the princess hostage!"

"Which... he technically is, but—oh, shit! What if he bypasses the small talk entirely and asks me about his shameless proposal?!"

She hadn’t calculated that variable either!

The scandalous proposal!

The wicked, contract he had casually whispered directly into the ear of her heavily cummed, overstimulated shadow clone right before it went poof that day!

She still hadn’t formulated a logical defense against that proposal at all!

Her body wanted to scream ’yes’ but her political reputation wanted to scream ’lawsuit’!

Shit! Shit! Absolute, catastrophic shit!

She clutched her silky hair tightly, rocking back and forth on her knees.

This was an absolute, certified, tier-one logistical disaster! She was a clown! A total—

Click!

The massive, gold-plated door handle suddenly rotated. The door swung open.

She froze instantly, her entire nervous system locking up like a cheap PC running too many background apps.

Gulp.

She absolutely refused to look up.

Her eyesight was firmly glued to the ground level, and what stepped out onto the plush VIP welcome mat was a pair of bare feet.

They were perfectly manicured, smooth, and possessed an arrogant aura that screamed, ’I own this real estate, okay!’

The feet took one slow, dominant step forward and stopped directly in front of her squatted, pathetic form.

She gulped a second time, her throat completely bone-dry.

Slowly, agonizingly, her eyes began a vertical pilgrimage.

First came the lower legs.

They were lightly covered in fine hair—wait, not like a typical, hairless, anime young master at all.

Up and up and up her eyes drifted, adjusting to the terrifyingly majestic scenery.

Next were the muscular, rock-hard, yet elegantly sculpted thighs of a high-tier martial artist.

Okay, yes, very much like a young master!

Her internal monologue was currently so incredibly thirsty and derailed that her brain completely failed to process the most important logistical question:

Why the actual fuck was she currently looking at naked limbs in a public academy dorm hallway?!

"Ohhhh..."

Her thoughts violently derailed when her line of sight finally reached the structural center of the universe.

Hanging down right in the middle was the ultimate biological anomaly.

The thing was monstrously thick, impossibly girthy, covered in menacing, pulsing veins, and it was standing proud at a terrifying semi-erect angle that was literally longer than her entire face.

The massive purple head was dripping suspiciously with fresh pre-cum and residual saliva, throbbing rhythmically in perfect synchronization with her heartbeat.

"I-It... It’s so big..."

She whispered out loud, her disciplinary dignity officially entering a permanent coma.

She took a massive, heavy gulp of spit.

"Hahaha! Indeed, it is quite big, isn’t it?"

Kaizen’s deep, velvety voice echoed from above, vibrating straight down to her ovaries.

"But tell me, President Aria... did you really climb all these flights of executive stairs just to perform a mandatory safety inspection on my little brother?"

"Yeah... hmmm... so incredibly big... and veiny... n-no... no! NO! WAIT! WAIT!! NOT AT ALL! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!!!"

Holy hell!

Her survival instinct finally kicked in, executing a massive system reboot that forcibly dragged her consciousness all the way up from her soaking wet pussy back into her prefrontal cortex.

She stood up with such violent, panicked speed that the sudden rush of blood left her head going completely blank.

Her vision blurred, her knees wobbled like jelly, and her tight uniform skirt twisted sideways as she lost her balance.

"Ah, careful there, Madam President. If you fall down in that specific direction, you might just accidentally impale yourself on a dangerous weapon."

Before she could crash face-first onto the hard floor, the trash young master smoothly extended a heavily muscled arm.

With elite, system-enhanced reflexes, he caught her securely by the waist, pulling her soft, trembling body flush against his bare, burning-hot chest.

Her cloudy breasts smashed directly into his rock-hard pectorals, and she could feel the massive, veiny beast pulsing aggressively right against her lower stomach!