NTR: The Trash Young Master Who Stole Every Girl!

"K-Kenji-kun? Hello? Yes... uh... c-c-can we meet up right now?"

"A-Aria-chan! Yes! I... I actually really need to speak to you too! Just give me one second!"

Inside the campus restroom stall, Kenji frantically grabbed the wall bidet hose.

He blasted water at full pressure across the porcelain and the plastic walls, desperately trying to flush away the thick, undeniable cum stains he had just sprayed everywhere.

As the Student Council Vice President, he still had a microscopic shred of civic duty left.

He couldn’t just leave his premium, high-frequency goon residue for the janitorial staff to discover.

"T-Two times in a row... that’s a new personal record..."

Kenji wiped a thick layer of cold sweat from his forehead, his breath rattling in his throat. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Two full-blown, catastrophic ejaculations in a single bathroom break was a historical milestone for his biology.

He had literally never blasted that much volume in one single sitting in his entire life.

It was a glorious, completely degenerate new record.

Pat. Pat.

He gently tapped the front of his boxers with a piece of rough toilet paper.

"Good job, mister. We really outdid ourselves today."

His pathetic little peanut bar was now completely shriveled up, looking exactly like a sad, wrinkled raisin drowning in a sea of exhaustion.

But it didn’t matter, that tiny, overworked raisin was the sole reason he had just successfully gooned his way into the campus record books twice in ten minutes!

Kenji frantically scrubbed his hands with heavy-duty industrial soap, checked his zipper three separate times, and practically sprinted down the grand staircase to meet his girlfriend.

Aria was standing right there by the banister, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt.

"..."

"..."

An absolute, heavy-as-lead, completely radioactive silence immediately fell over the couple.

Neither of them could even dare to look the other directly in the eye.

Both of them were radiating pure, undiluted guilt.

One had a pussy currently dripping with Young Master threats, and the other was carrying a raisin that had just shattered a personal bathroom gooning record.

"K-K-Kenji-kun... about what I said earlier with—"

"I-I-I accept your proposal!"

Kenji suddenly cut her off, shouting the words right into the lobby air.

"Eh? EH? EEHHH?!"

Aria’s jaw literally hit the marble floor tiles.

She blinked rapidly, her brain completely short-circuiting.

She couldn’t believe her own ears!

Just last night, the guy was practically crying over the phone about keeping their digital streaming pure and wholesome, and now he was suddenly giving a green light?!

"K-Kenji-kun, are you... are you absolutely sure about this?!"

She gasped, her heart hammering against her ribs.

Kenji awkwardly shifted his weight from side to side, his face turning a deep, violently embarrassed shade of crimson as he adjusted his glasses.

"I-It’s strictly for our stream and the corporate revenue! Absolutely nothing else!"

Kenji stammered out, his voice cracking like a hormonal teenager’s.

"And... and it’s only a single, temporary photoshoot for now! That’s it! If... if it turns out to be an absolute multi-million dollar money maker like you said... then we will consider continuing the content creation. But just shooting! That’s all! Absolutely nothing else!"

He was completely, hilariously rationalizing the exact trap Kaizen had laid out for him.

"A-Are you absolutely sure, Kenji-kun?"

Aria asked, her voice dropping to a fragile, high-pitched whisper.

"T-The photoshoot... it’s going to be incredibly intimate..."

"As long as they don’t cross the boundary!"

Kenji declared, puffing out his chest to look authoritative, despite his legs still shaking from his recent restroom marathon.

"We keep it entirely professional! No crossing the line!"

He paused for a dramatic moment, adjusting his glasses as a sudden, highly logical thought track entered his overworked brain.

"By the way, Aria-chan... who exactly is this premium talent you’ve been negotiating with?"

Kenji asked, his tone softening into pure, unadulterated admiration.

In his mind, he was already constructing a massive, heroic fantasy.

If his brilliant, model-student girlfriend was personally taking matters into her own hands to orchestrate this high-tier content...

That meant the model she found had to be an absolute professional!

A reliable, high-class gentleman who wouldn’t dream of taking advantage of her on camera!

He wondered who this mysterious marketing genius could possibly be.

Whoever it was, they had obviously sparked a creative flame in Aria...

...Guaranteeing that the photoshoot would bring in absolute, record-breaking revenue.

Kenji’s heart literally ached with pure, pathetic gratitude.

He was entirely convinced that his wholesome girlfriend was sacrificing her comfort and doing all of this heavy lifting just to secure their wealthy, high-society future together!

Aria swallowed hard, a massive, thick lump forming in her throat as she looked at her boyfriend’s clueless, starry-eyed expression.

Her pussy gave another tiny, guilty twitch against her damp underwear.

"I-I don’t actually know his real legal name just yet..."

Aria stammered, frantically spinning the most ridiculous alias her panicked mind could invent on the spot.

"But... but in the premium streaming industry, he goes by the professional stage name... Sir Doggo."

....

Later that night, inside his ultra-expensive, luxury academy dorm room, Kenji sat aggressively at his sleek mahogany desk.

The ambient lighting was low, the air conditioning was humming, and his heart was pounding with standard boyfriend anxiety.

He flipped open his high-end laptop with a sharp clack.

He pulled up the massive global video platform, NewTube.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a tense second before he rapidly typed the stage name into the search bar: Sir Doggo.

He hit enter.

Loading...

Suddenly, the search results populated the screen.

Kenji stared at the monitor, his eyebrows furrowing in total, absolute confusion.

Only two videos appeared on the entire channel grid.

"What the... only two videos?"

Kenji muttered aloud to the empty room, adjusting his glasses in total disbelief.

"He’s a complete, literal newbie? Why on earth did Aria-chan select a random, unverified amateur for our premium high-stakes breakthrough photoshoot?"

It made zero logical sense.

He and Aria had been grinding on the platform for years.

They had studied the algorithms, invested in top-tier lighting, and strictly managed their wholesome brand, yet they could barely scrape past a few hundred thousand subscribers.

But then, Kenji’s eyes drifted slightly to the right.

He looked at the view counts beneath those two lonely thumbnails.

His jaw instantly unhinged.

"What the?!"