NTR: The Trash Young Master Who Stole Every Girl!

One can easily save themselves if the pit they fall into is a small, shallow hole.

But once you get inside that pit and actively start digging downward, absolutely nobody in the world can save you.

It becomes a never-ending abyss, dropping deeper and deeper until the very dirt you dug up collapses and buries you alive forever.

Aria and Kenji were simply the latest victims to fall into Kaizen’s carefully constructed trap.

But instead of climbing out, they had both eagerly grabbed the shovel and decided to dig at maximum speed, entirely oblivious to the fact that they were excavating their own romantic graves.

Kaizen had merely given them a gentle push into the hole.

Then, he handed them the tools and whispered that the only way to find true liberation was to keep digging.

"Is this... even anatomically possible? How... how could any woman even accommodate that kind of girth...?"

Inside the dim lighting of the campus men’s restroom, Kenji was completely glued to his smartphone screen.

He was staring wide-eyed at an explicit, high-definition clip, marveling at the sheer, destructive scale of what he was witnessing.

One of his hands tightly gripped the phone, while his other hand was unconsciously caressing the rapid, tight swelling straining against his trousers.

Meanwhile, just across the hall in the women’s restroom, Aria was locked inside a cubicle, moaning loudly against the plastic door.

One of her hands held her phone, her eyes scanning the explicit messages and videos over and over again, while her other hand frantically entered and exited her soaked, overstimulated pussy.

Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.

Two exceptionally uptight, model students from elite, wealthy merchant families.

Society had already designated them as part of the future ruling class.

They were supposed to graduate with honors, marry in a lavish ceremony, receive endless respect, and enjoy a prestigious lifestyle that 99% of the population would envy.

But at this exact, degenerate moment, none of that high-society prestige mattered to them at all.

They had completely forgotten their academic dreams, their wholesome futures, and, more importantly, their personal dignity.

Their minds had been thoroughly re-wired by raw, unadulterated lust.

And this absolute, flawless psychological victory belonged entirely to none other than the trash young master, Kaizen himself!

The countdown to his one million dollars was ticking down beautifully.

...

Kaizen casually strolled down the school corridor, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

What exactly was he thinking about?

Nothing too philosophical, honestly.

He was just reflecting on the wild reality of dropping into this world, gaining magical, anime-like powers, and getting to ruthlessly pound the most stunning women on the planet.

’I mean, sure, there are gorgeous women back on Earth...’

He mused, looking out the grand hallway windows.

’But they’re mostly just artificially enhanced, heavily filtered celebrities caked in a hundred kilos of makeup.’

’A normal, everyday guy like me could never even look them eye-to-eye, let alone touch them.’

But in this fantasy world? It didn’t matter if this reality was 100% genuine or just some artificial, degenerate game simulation.

The fact remained that he possessed absolute, unadulterated freedom.

He wasn’t some lonely, invisible extra anymore. He wasn’t aimless either.

If he put the effort in, he could genuinely become someone monumental.

A legendary hero or a world-ending villain.

Plus, he actually had friends here...

[...]

"..."

Well, okay. For the time being, they counted as his friends.

Even if he was actively scheming behind their backs to either pound them ruthlessly or turn them into premium cuckold spectacles, a friend was a friend in his book!

And more importantly, he actually had a powerful noble family backing his name...

[...]

"..."

’Well, they’re technically my family, right?’

Kaizen smirked internally.

’I’m still pretty new to this luxury body, so I haven’t cut my ties with the clan just yet...’

And he wasn’t planning on cutting those ties anytime soon, either!

There was a highly strategic, incredibly selfish reason for that.

’Hehe... just you wait...’

Obviously, he was going to return to the family estate one day to claim his massive inheritance and noble authority.

Along with this step mother who booted him out... his step brother’s wife.... his aunty... his grandmother...

[...]

"Don’t judge me.... in my defence, she was a beauty in the game!"

If system had hands, it would’ve face slapped by now!

That was a done deal.

As he walked, his foot connected with an empty soda can on the floor.

He kicked it hard against the nearby lockers with a loud, echoey CLANG, making a group of nearby freshmen shriek in pure terror and scramble out of his way.

Kaizen just grinned.

It didn’t matter how much he leveled up or if he accidentally did something good; in the minds of these ordinary students, he was the ultimate, unhinged bad guy.

And it wasn’t like he cared at all.

Honestly, it was a massive perk.

This way, absolutely nobody dared to mess with him, leaving the trash young master completely free to orchestrate his multi-million dollar harem empire in total peace!

He lined up his foot and gave the empty soda can another aggressive kick.

It soared high into the air, tracing a perfect, metallic arc down the hallway.

"Wow, look at that thing go."

Kaizen clapped his hands together happily, looking like a little kid who had just spotted an airplane in the sky.

But the exact millisecond he realized someone was walking around the corner directly into the firing zone, his internal alarms went off!

Thud! Clank... clatter...

The aluminum can smacked right into the newcomer’s forehead with a solid, echoing thud before dropping sadly onto the linoleum floor.

Kaizen visibly winced at the brutal sight, instinctively sucking in a breath through his teeth.

"..."

Only when the dust settled did he actually see who he had just sniped...

"Mr. Kaizen, don’t you have classes to be attending right now? Ah, well... honestly, it’s a good thing I ran into you anyway. I heavily suggest we have a private chat regarding Ms. Oriya and her current medical condition."

Kaizen’s soul practically left his body.

Standing there, entirely unfazed by the aluminum assault, was none other than the legendary dungeon professor, Yori Shinkawa!

She was the resident dark beauty of the academy, a high-tier executive milf, and the exact person Kaizen had been actively trying to avoid since day one of entering this world.

"Oh... uh, hello, Professor Yori."

Kaizen stammered, awkwardly shifting his weight.

Even though his lower half instantly wanted to stand at attention and salute her incredibly lean, tight body, his rational mind knew the cold, hard truth.

His little brother wouldn’t survive a single, solitary second inside this woman!

Forget inside, he won’t survive a single touch either!

She wasn’t like the easily broken students he had been playing with.

Professor Yori was an absolute apex predator.

She was dangerous as hell, and easily the most terrifying boss fight on campus!