NTR: The Trash Young Master Who Stole Every Girl!

"W-What?! You literally just told me—"

Shwoo~

The heavy pneumatic doors of the elevator aggressively slid open at the end of the hall.

Aria’s survival instincts instantly went into absolute overdrive, completely overriding her remaining sanity.

"Please, Master! This incredibly humble, obedient servant desperately wishes for Master to step inside immediately! Please do not show your magnificent, divine countenance to those lowly, worthless academy mutts!"

In a state of total, red-faced panic, she dropped into a deep, submissive bow.

Abandoning all human pride, she reached out her manicured hands and gently, piously caressed the thick, boiling-hot shaft of his monster weapon twice.

Before immediately tapping her own blushing forehead against the heavy, pre-cum-dripping tip as if treating it like a sacred, divine authority!

Kaizen simply flashed her a supremely satisfied, villainous smile.

Satisfied with her world-class display of submission, he finally took four smooth steps backward, effortlessly retreating into the dark luxury of his penthouse suite.

Down the hall, the loud, echoing shuffling of expensive designer boots began.

The elite students were officially walking down the corridor!

Aria didn’t waste a single millisecond.

She lunged forward into the room, grabbed the heavy mahogany door, and violently slammed it shut. Click! Locked.

She immediately leaned her entire weight flat against the door, sliding down slightly as she let out a series of heavy, ragged, hyperventilating breaths.

Damn!

That was the closest she had ever come to absolute societal destruction!

If those gossiping snobs had seen her bowing to a naked man, her entire future, her career, and her life would have vanished into thin air right then and there!

’Phew~... thank the heavens... I successfully avoided a permanent social death...’

Poke. Poke.

Suddenly, a massive, rock-hard, boiling-hot object aggressively poked right between her soft, uniform-clad ass cheeks from behind.

With a violent, involuntary tremor shooting straight from her spine down to her already-dripping panties, Aria slowly, terrifyingly turned her head around to see what was happening behind her back.

"Nghh~"

Aria let out a soft, helpless whine as the sheer, boiling-hot weight of his monstrous weapon aggressively poked right between her uniform-clad ass cheeks.

It was a terrifyingly thick sensation.

She knew with absolute, R-rated certainty that if she gave this man even a single millisecond of encouragement...

That veiny Kraken would ruthlessly rip straight through her student council fabric and violently claim her territory right there against the locked door!

’Angh~ no... no... oh god... the absolute size of this thing... mmm...’

Her intellectual brain cells were officially completely offline.

Replaced entirely by a localized flood of pure, unadulterated slut-juice.

She instinctively tried to back away from the heat, but her spine only smacked flat against the cold mahogany wood of the front door.

There was absolutely nowhere left for the academy’s top disciplinary head to run!

The trash young master let out a dark, low-toned rumble of laughter.

He took another slow, dominant step forward.

Using his pelvis to aggressively press his pulsing, pre-cum-dripping rod directly against her wet, puffy, hyperventilating pussy right through her thin skirt.

Then, executing a textbook high-tier villain move, he casually slapped his muscular arm flat against the door frame right above her head.

Then he leaned his bare, chiseled torso down until his minty breath brushed against her burning face.

"So tell me, Madam President... what exactly made you run all the way up to my private domain today?’

"If you don’t present a genuinely fantastic, highly entertaining reason for this little intrusion... my little brother here is going to become very, very angry."

"And trust me, princess, you do not want to deal with an angry monster at all."

Gulp.

President Aria took another massive, desperate gulp of saliva, her glazed-over eyes completely tracking the rhythmic, heavy grinding of his massive weapon against her core.

Down below, her closet-slut pussy was practically screaming profanities at her own brain.

Cursing its owner for not immediately ripping her own uniform to shreds and impaling herself on that heavenly rod!

She stood on the absolute edge of a psychological precipice.

She knew that if she made even one single fatal mistake with her next choice of words, this absolute sexual demon would...

"T-that is.... Hi-hina Ayura... she was... ohmm~ absent... today..."

"Oh? What was that? Speak up, Madam President. I can’t quite hear your official report over the sound of my massive, throbbing erection."

Kaizen leaned his face down, executing a highly calculated, absolutely shameless maneuver.

He tilted his handsome face in a way that made it seem like he was innocently offering his right ear up to her mouth, pretending that he sincerely couldn’t decipher her trembling whispers.

But... but...

The absolute critical logistical problem was that by tilting his head that way, he basically rammed his nose and hot mouth straight against her glistening, sweat-soaked neck.

He was aggressively inhaling her scented shampoo and natural pheromones right from the source!

"Ang~!"

Aria helplessly slammed her eyes shut at the sudden, illicit intrusion of his breathing against her skin.

What else was she supposed to do?!

Her high-IQ brain was officially holding up a white flag!

"I really need you to focus, President. Come again. What were you saying about an absence?"

Kaizen murmured, his lips practically grazing her pulse point.

"T-That... umm... Hina Ayura is officially recorded as absent... mhmm~ I am... strictly here on a official welfare check... uff~ for the student records..."

Each time he exhaled, the blast of humid, hot air hit her right on her highly sensitive neck flesh.

It was like a psychological nuclear bomb.

Now, anyone with basic knowledge of female anatomy knows that if their lower garden is already leaking a torrential flood of premium juices...

And then you add aggressive neck-breathing on top of that specialized weakness...

you are dealing with critical system failure!

Aria was officially floating on cloud nine, her logical defenses vaporized!

"Hah! Her! You actually ran all the way up here just to check on that useless little princess?! Fantastic! Good! Come on then, Madam President. I will show you exactly how well her ’welfare’ is doing!"

Kaizen laughingly released her neck from his breath attack and began lazily climbing the plush, marble staircase leading up to the master bedroom level.

Aria took a desperate, hyperventilating moment to visually gather her scattered dignity.

Adjust her slightly crooked disciplinary glasses, and then followed the naked young master up the stairs.

Her mind was full of confused logic, but her legs were operating on pure instinct.

They were heading directly to the lion’s den... to his private master bedroom!

And when, after navigating the executive corridor, she finally arrived at the grand double-door entrance of the master bedroom, she completely paused in her tracks.

Something was sprawl-out over the center of his king-sized mattress...