NTR: The Trash Young Master Who Stole Every Girl!

"Stwaap it~"

She let out a soft, involuntary moan, desperately looking away as her face burned a bright, radioactive crimson.

"And why exactly should I stop? You look absolutely delicious inside that tight leather right now..."

"I-I have a boyfriend right here. Stop flirting with me."

Aria suddenly snapped back to the reality of the situation.

In Kenji’s eyes, she was just Ms. Kitty and this man was Sir Doggo, two complete strangers meeting for a high-tier corporate collaboration.

She absolutely could not talk to him with any hint of real-world familiarity, or the entire facade would collapse!

Not to mention, to this trash guy either!

Kaizen smirked demonically, his eyes glancing over at the said boyfriend.

He was still awkwardly looking away, trying to pretend he wasn’t being completely humiliated.

Kaizen leaned back in and whispered directly into her ear layout once again.

"Have you properly reviewed the explicit pictures and videos the President secretly sent you of my monster performance?"

"W-What pictures and videos?! I-I-I didn’t receive any at all!"

Aria hissed back, her brain completely short-circuiting as she tried to maintain her dual identity.

"Oho! Is that so? Then it looks like I will have to properly punish the President for her administrative negligence, right? I will personally make sure she won’t be able to walk straight for months!"

"Eek!"

Aria violently struggled with her conflicting emotions.

What on earth were these unhinged words coming out of this filthy man’s mouth, and why the actual fuck did they make her lower body feel so incredibly hot and liquid?

"P-Please don’t punish her... I... I actually did receive your photos and videos. Just... just don’t ruin her body."

Kaizen snickered deeply, his massive chest vibrating directly against her squished breasts as he leaned even closer to her burning earlobe.

"Ho ho ho. So you are just a naughty, deceitful little liar, aren’t you, Ms Kitty?"

Then, without a single shred of warning, he aggressively leaned in and gave her soft earlobe a quick, dominant nibble.

"Ngghh~ Wait!"

"Huh?"

Mr. Cat’s ears suddenly pricked up as he caught that high-pitched, incredibly breathless moan.

’Where the absolute hell did that sound just come from?’

It sounded as if there were some deeply depraved, slutty woman hidden inside the luxury room alongside a dominant stallion.

He instinctively turned his head toward the duo, and instantly whipped it right back around.

’What the! What the actual hell are they doing?! No, it can’t be!!!’

It was absolutely not a sight any self-respecting boyfriend should ever be forced to witness.

It was an apocalyptic scenario that no man in love should ever look at.

’I-I am sure it’s absolutely nothing but professional networking...’

Kenji desperately rationalized the scene inside his panicked mind.

What he saw was just Sir Doggo whispering high-tier algorithmic strategies directly into her ear layout, and that’s all!

It was obviously top-secret industry information he wasn’t supposed to watch.

Otherwise, Sir Doggo would have included him in the loop too, right?

’I-It must be strictly about the photoshoot logistics, right?’

Right...

"Cough, cough... W-What exactly are you whispering over there, Sir Doggo?"

Kenji forced a cough and acted entirely normal, trying to pretend this scandalous display wasn’t completely fracturing his masculine pride.

"Oh?!"

Hearing her boyfriend’s voice, Aria frantically tilted her head to the side, finally freeing her burning earlobe from Kaizen’s hot, dominant lips.

"Oh? It’s nothing at all, Mr. Cat. I was simply asking your lovely lady if her boyfriend possesses the raw masculine stamina to execute a multi-million dollar NTR photoshoot layout... or if you are..."

"I-If I am...?"

"...Nothing but a completely soft, soaking wet pussy."

"W-What?!"

Kenji stuttered violently, his rosy cheeks exploding into a dark shade of deep public humiliation.

This elite creator had just casually labeled him a soft pussy right to his face!

The actual photoshoot hadn’t even begun yet, and this alpha male was already mathematically reducing his size directly in front of his girlfriend!

"No! Mr. Cat is absolutely not comfortable with such extreme things!"

Ms. Kitty loudly declared, once again taking a firm, desperate stand against the impending Netorare trap.

Obviously, out of everyone in this room...

She was the only one who fully understood that this unhinged savage would mathematically reshape her lower body to the point where she wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a month.

That is, if that specific photoshoot went live.

She absolutely could not allow that level of destruction!

’But damn... why the hell is he caressing my hips like that...?’

Sir Doggo’s large, heavy hand had smoothly slithered all the way down from her shoulder.

Anchoring itself firmly on her hip, dangerously close to the plush curvature of her leather-clad ass cheeks.

And he was massaging the skin with an intensely firm, slow rhythm that made her inner fluids boil.

"Oh... does that mean... your own beloved girlfriend is officially calling you a wet, soaking pussy, Mr. Cat? Are you truly nothing but a wet, soaking pussy?"

Kenji got offended quickly!

"W-What! No! What the actual hell, Ms. Kitty! Why on earth are you doing this to my reputation?!"

"Look here, Sir Doggo, I am completely, one hundred percent okay with this NTR photoshoot, whatever the hell that term mathematically means!"

"Also, I am absolutely not some insecure, bitch-ass boyfriend who is going to get jealous over some standard internet photoshoot layout either!"

"Do whatever the hell you want to do for the algorithm, Sir Doggo. I will be completely alright."

Aria fell into despair hearing her stupid boyfriend saying stupid stuff.

"B-But, Mr. Cat—"

"I don’t want to hear another single word, Ms. Kitty. My professional business decision is completely final. I will absolutely not get insecure over this photoshoot, no matter what you end up doing on camera."

Seeing that her completely foolish boyfriend wasn’t budging a single millimeter, Aria was plunged into the absolute, deepest depths of dark despair.

Her rosy cheeks were completely pale with terror.

She was desperately trying her best to save his fragile ego and her own physical body from an unholy, boundary-shattering event that could never be reversed.

But her beta boyfriend was not complying with her rescue mission at all.

"Well, since he claims he is entirely alright with the market layout, then why don’t we immediately test the scientific theory of Mr. Cat not getting insecure about absolutely anything at all?"

"H-How exactly, Sir Doggo?"

Kenji asked, his voice trembling as a massive wave of intense public humiliation washed over him.

Kaizen smirked like a literal final boss.

"Like this!"

"Eekk!"

He suddenly whipped Aria directly against his massive, muscular chest, and then aggressively raised both of his large hands high into the air layout.

’What the actual fuck? Why on earth is he raising his hands like a theatrical villain?’

Kenji blindly followed the sudden hand motion with his eyes, entirely incapable of thinking further ahead.

Only for those massive hands to violently descend from the ceiling with the terminal velocity of a freight train...

And go straight into his girlfriend’s dough-like, premium ass cheeks!

SLAP!