NTR: The Trash Young Master Who Stole Every Girl!

Scrap the horny plan! Time to execute the ultimate sigma male retreat!

Scrap!

"Oh?"

Yori’s eyes suddenly widened in genuine shock.

The serial, drooling gooner boy, the one she was 100% sure was about to crawl forward and lick her bare feet, suddenly stood up straight from his chair like an absolute gentleman.

"I highly appreciate the offer, Professor Yori."

Kaizen said, his voice completely calm, collected, and deeper than usual.

"But I think I really don’t know a single thing about the matter at all."

"However, if I happen to remember anything useful, I’ll be sure to know exactly whose office to come to."

"Thank you for your time."

He delivered a perfectly polite, aristocratic bow, spun on his heel, and casually strolled straight out of the office door, shutting it behind him without a single backward glance.

Blink. Blink.

Professor Yori was left sitting there, completely flabbergasted, her mouth slightly agape!

"Eh? Ehhh? What the actual fuck?!"

Yori was entirely certain that the second she showed him a little bit of bare leg skin and exposed cleavage, he would spill every single bean in his repository!

But the absolute bastard just packed up his things and left her stranded!

What the hell just happened?!

"What... what kind of mental fortify spell did he just use?"

She slowly stood up from her leather chair, her bare toes tapping against the wooden desk as she blinked at the closed door.

One single moment she was completely sure he was about to fold like a lawn chair, and the next millisecond, he was entirely gone...

A slow, highly dangerous, and deeply amused smile began to form on her luscious, glossy lips.

She reached out and slowly slurped her tongue over her upper lip, a hungry spark igniting in her hawk-like eyes.

"Good. Oh, this is getting incredibly interesting... That boy is definitely not a normal, low-tier gooner at all."

She picked up her dropped stockings with a dangerous, sultry purr.

"Run along for now, you delicious little mystery box..."

She murmured to the empty room, her eyes flashing with demonic anticipation.

"I will absolutely break you. You cannot escape a succubus."

But she was completely, hilariously wrong.

Kaizen wasn’t actually running away at all.

In fact, he was currently standing exactly three inches outside her private office door.

Right out there in the public corridor.

And he was actively salivating like a rabid golden retriever.

His face was planted nearly flat against the solid drywall.

He was staring directly through the plaster with a look of pure, unadulterated degeneration.

His premium skill, [Ghost Eyes], was fully activated.

The glowing blue mana surged into his retinas.

It granted him absolute, high-definition X-ray vision.

It cut straight through the wooden door frame. It cut straight through the brick wall.

And it pointed directly at Yori’s unsuspecting body.

"Oh my god."

Kaizen wheezed, his breath completely fogging up the school wall.

The X-ray vision stripped away her white dress shirt in an instant.

It revealed the absolute, premium truth.

What he had spotted through that tiny button gap earlier was 100% accurate.

She was completely, utterly braless.

Her massive, heavy ebony breasts were swinging completely free in the office air.

They were bouncing slightly as she reached down to organize her desk paperwork.

But his ghostly vision didn’t stop there. It traveled downward. Straight past her slender waist. Straight under the hem of her tight uniform skirt.

Kaizen’s brain cells immediately suffered a catastrophic, localized meltdown.

She was wearing a micro g-string.

A tiny, razor-thin black strap.

And it was currently fighting a completely losing battle against her massive, tear-shaped ass cheeks.

Actually, the string was practically missing.

Her plump, overflowing cheeks had completely swallowed the fabric whole.

The garter belt straps were clinging tightly to her smooth, bare thighs.

It was a live, uninterrupted, 4K holographic feed of absolute demonic luxury.

"Holy mother of gooning...."

A heavy, thick drop of saliva literally escaped his mouth.

It dripped sadly down the painted wall.

His lust level wasn’t just high. It was vibrating. It was completely breaking through the system’s ceiling limits.

Right there in the middle of the hallway, entirely ignoring the danger of passing students, Kaizen reached into his trousers

. He grabbed his little brother with aggressive force.

He gave it one massive, frantic squeeze just to keep himself from fainting from the sheer sensory overload.

’I am the ultimate genius!’

Kaizen celebrated internally, his eyes bulging as Yori bent forward on his screen.

’I get all the premium, high-tier benefits of a total slut session! But with zero percent of the lethal, over-cumming death penalties!’

He was technically resisting her charms to her face.

He was unlocking her secret romantic route.

But behind the wall, he was casually robbing her blind with his eyes!

Clack. Clack. Clack.

The sharp sound of approaching school shoes suddenly echoed down the hallway.

A small group of female students turned the corner. They stopped dead in their tracks.

Their expressions instantly twisted into pure horror.

Right there, in broad daylight, they were witnessing the most degenerate sight on campus.

A man was pressed aggressively against the faculty wall.

One hand was white-knuckled against the plaster. The other hand was violently wrestling with his trousers.

"U-Uh... excuse me?"

One of the girls stammered.

"Are you... are you okay over there?"

Kaizen violently whipped his head around toward them.

The girls collectively gasped.

His eyes were literally glowing a predatory, blood-red color from the active system mana.

Thick, shameless saliva was actively dripping down his chin.

His expression was a mixture of raw, unadulterated hunger and total madness.

It didn’t look like they were standing in front of a fellow student anymore.

They thought they were standing directly in front of a ravenous, feral beast.

"Kyaaa!"

The girls let out a unified, terrified shriek.

They turned on their heels and sprinted down the corridor at maximum speed, their footsteps fading into pure panic.

Kaizen slowly shook his head, wiping the drool from his lip with the back of his hand.

Pant. Pant.

This absolutely could not go on.

The hallway was getting way too dangerous.

’Fuck! I can’t control my lust. Is it because I was near a succubus?’

The [Ghost Eyes] feed of Yori’s unbra’d, swinging assets had pushed his physical body past the point of no return.

His little brother was currently raging like a volcano.

He desperately needed to vent this explosive energy out immediately before his pants caught fire.

Suddenly, a specific face flashed brightly into his twisted mind.

It was the perfect target.

Someone who was currently marked absent from class. Someone who was safely tucked away, resting and recovering from yesterday’s absolute marathon session back at the penthouse.

Kaizen’s lips slowly curled back into an incredibly evil, villainous smile.