Aria-chan was feeling absolutely miserable right now.

It was barely the morning, and her mood was already completely sour.

"Hmph! I can do whatever I want with my own body! Who does Kenji-kun think he is, saying such cruel and baseless words to me?"

She huffed and puffed, aggressively pulling her dark, sleek nylon stockings up her smooth, tone thighs.

She was, of course, replaying the entire disastrous aftermath of last night’s livestream in her head.

The very second the camera turned off, Kenji-kun had transformed into a whiny, insecure toddler, throwing a total tantrum and accusing her of doing scandalous things on purpose.

Sure, her ass cheeks happened to be on full display for about 90% of the stream, but she swore on her life it was a complete accident!

How was she supposed to know the camera angle was positioned perfectly at butt-level?

She had no idea!

And okay, maybe the chat section and the superchats completely exploded with thousands of degenerate comments worshiping her rear end, but that wasn’t her fault either.

Kenji-kun’s fragile male ego just couldn’t handle it at all.

"Well, all the comments normally are always about me anyway, so what is his actual problem? Hmph!"

She snapped the plastic buttons of her white academy shirt into place and shook her head in annoyance.

Kenji was just being a massive buzzkill.

She stood up, smoothing down her uniform as she stepped in front of the full-length mirror of her luxurious Suite S dorm room.

"Perfection."

Looking at herself from the front, she was the absolute definition of a model student.

Her posture was flawless, her hair was perfectly neat, and her aura was entirely befitting the proud role of the Student Council President and Head of the Disciplinary Committee!

She was a goddess of rules and order.

But then, she slowly turned around to check her back profile, looking up and down the glass.

Her academy skirt was strictly knee-length—nothing scandalous or trashy like that loud-mouthed, pink-haired girl named Sera from the other class tracks.

But the exact moment Aria’s eyes fell on the tight, curved dip where her hips melted into her round bottom, her cheeks instantly burned a violent, nuclear red.

Her mind betrayed her, vividly flashing back to that shameless, perverted trash guy Kaizen.

She remembered his wicked smile, his hot breath, and his unhinged, dirty praise about her possessing ’the greatest ass in the entire world.’

And worse... she remembered the raw, heavy weight of his massive hands ruthlessly grabbing and molding her bare cheeks in the hallway.

Then there was that $69 superchat from Trashyoungmaster69 last night.

She was 100% sure it was him.

He was literally mocking her and her boyfriend live on the internet!

"W-Will I see that disgusting piece of trash today too? Will he be a naughty, perverted boy again... and will I have to p-punish him?"

A violent, electric shiver ran straight down her spine, making her knees click together just from the mere thought of it.

It was so bad, so shameful, and yet her lower lips gave a tiny, involuntary twitch inside her panties.

Panicking, she clamped both of her hands over her glowing red face and shook her head wildly to clear the dirty thoughts.

But as the Head of the Disciplinary Committee, she logically had a strict duty to uphold!

She needed to find and punish this rule-breaking garbage guy, after all.

No matter how wealthy or trashy he was, a young master who goes around sexually harassing the student council must be brought to justice!

She patted her pounding chest to calm her racing heart, took one final, lingering look at her bouncing asset in the mirror, and then marched out of her luxury suite, heading straight off to the academy for a date with destiny.

...

Kenji stood outside the grand entrance of Suite S, clutching a bouquet of cheap roses like his life depended on it.

He looked like a puppy that had just accidentally pissed on the living room rug.

’Man, I feel like absolute, radioactive shit.’

He had been tossing and turning all night, his soul crushed under a mountain of guilt after accusing Aria-chan of doing exhibitionist butt-flashes on purpose.

His stupid insecurity had completely ruined the mood, which was especially tragic because, from a purely financial standpoint, last night’s stream was an absolute, world-ending goldmine.

They had pulled in a whopping $56,000 in just three hours!

It was the single highest-earning stream they had ever done in their entire lives.

For comparison, their second-best stream of all time had barely scraped $15,000 after twelve hours of brutal grinding.

’I know her condition was very bad, and I was the literal mastermind who suggested she stream in that cat costume in the first place... but yesterday was just too much...’

Kenji swallowed hard, a cold sweat breaking out on his neck.

To be completely honest, a very weird, highly concerning thing had happened to him last night.

For some inexplicable reason, his little brother down below had given a sudden, enthusiastic twitch during the stream.

And that random boner was the real reason he had lost his mind and started screaming at her.

Why did his little brother twitch? He didn’t know!

Was it because he was genuinely turned on by seeing Aria-chan’s rubber butt arched at the camera lens?

Or... was it because he was reading thousands of faceless degenerates talk about violating his girlfriend?

’No, no, no! Absolutely fucking not!’

Kenji shook his head so violently his ears practically flapped against his skull.

That was not the case at all!

That would never, ever be the case in a million years!

He wasn’t some closeted freak! It was obviously just because he loved his girlfriend’s body, yeah!

That was it! Just a completely normal, vanilla boyfriend reaction!

’Go away, bad cuckold thoughts! Evacuate my brain immediately!’

But like a stubborn stain, a specific username suddenly flashed in his mind.

Trashyoungmaster69.

That single, unhinged comment was what had truly broken his spirit and made him look like a pathetic loser on live television.

That sixty-nine-dollar donation had caused the entire chat section to go completely feral, spamming the word ’CUCK’ so fast it practically lagged the streaming software.

’Hmph! I will never, ever forgive you, you anonymous bastard! If I ever get my hands on you in real life, I’ll block your IP address from existence!’

Right as he was fuming and plotting his revenge against a keyboard warrior, the heavy oak door to Aria-chan’s luxury suite clicked open.

Out stepped the most beautiful, disciplined lady in the entire universe.

Looking at her perfect, elegant figure, Vice President Kenji felt a wave of relief.

Yes, indeed!

He was now 100% sure it was just his girlfriend’s natural beauty that had given his little brother the twitch.

Nothing weird!

"Aria-chan... I am so, so sorry about last night..."

Kenji dropped to one knee with a dramatic flourish, presenting the flower bouquet to the startled girl.

Aria blinked, her mind momentarily drifting back to the dirty, perverted thoughts of Kaizen’s hands that she had just been having in front of her mirror.

She let out a slightly guilty, wry smile and accepted the flowers, her cheeks dusting with a faint pink.

"I-It’s fine, Kenji-kun. Let’s just forget about it..."

Kenji jumped back up, his eyes shining with pure, innocent joy.

"Shall I walk you to the academy, my beautiful lady?"

"Sure thing..."

And so, the two supposed lovebirds locked hands, walking side-by-side toward the academy gates like a perfect, happy couple out of a standard romance novel.

The only minor problem with this picture-perfect scene?

The completely unhinged young master standing right by the main academy entrance, leaning against a pillars and watching them walk closer.

Kaizen was staring directly at their interlocked hands while snickering like a literal, red-skinned demon from the underworld.

His smile was so wide, so creepy, and so thoroughly perverted that regular passing students were actively detouring across the grass, avoiding him like he was a pile of fresh, stinky dog poop on the sidewalk!