"W-wait... nghh~"

Aria’s head was lolling back while she gripped the edge of the table so hard her knuckles turned white.

Her perfect, refined world was spinning out of control.

[I need to stop nghh~ this... aghh~ now... before I lose my mind and my dignity...]

Suddenly, the warm, wet sensation vanished.

Kaizen stopped licking and looked up at her with a face full of pure, unadulterated mischief.

He can’t let her go like that, can he?

There’s a mission to complete, right?

"Did you know?"

"K-k-know what?"

"That Ms. Kitty has a fucking throne for an ass! It is a god-tier masterpiece of biology designed for one thing only: to tempt men into a lifetime of sin."

"W-what are you saying?"

"It is so thick and juicy that just looking at it makes me want to bury my face in those cheeks until I suffocate in paradise! It is a national treasure!"

The shock hit her like a bucket of ice water, but her brain was too fried to realize he was basically outing her.

[I-I-I have the greatest ass... ngh~ wh-what... he thinks my butt is the best in the world? Better than all the other girls?]

She was completely defenseless, caught between the shame of her secret and the massive ego boost of being called the GOAT of booties.

Seeing her frozen like a deer in headlights, Kaizen didn’t waste a millisecond.

He lunged forward, reaching right under her blue skirt and sliding his large, warm hands up the fabric.

He grabbed two massive handfuls of her full, round cheeks.

They were softer than warm butter, and his fingers just melted deep into the flesh, feeling the heat radiating through her thin lace panties.

"They are so big and juicy, that If I ever had Kitty in my hands like this, I would squeeze them every chance I got. Just like this!"

Squeeeezeeee!

He buried his face into the junction of her thighs and squeezed her ass with everything he had, his fingers digging into the mounds of soft meat.

He could feel her heart racing through her skin.

"Ngyaaaa! H-stop! My ass cheeks! No! Nghhh! They are going to pop!"

Aria’s back arched into a perfect bow.

Her "proper lady" training was officially dead and buried.

She felt her knees buckling as her secret desires were being manhandled by a thug who didn’t give a damn about her family name. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Her body was screaming for more even though her brain was screaming for help.

But she knew she couldn’t stay.

If someone saw her looking like a broken mess like this, it was game over for her family.

Finally, with the last one percent of her sanity, Aria pushed his head away and scrambled to her feet.

"Ah, Ms. President! What about my punishment?! I’m still a very bad boy! Ha ha ha!"

"Fuck off! Your punishment is over! Just go away!"

With that, she slammed the door and ran for her dear life.

Her pussy was so soaking wet it had completely drenched her pure white maiden panties, making every step feel cold and squishy.

She ran as fast as she could, trying to escape the demon who seemed to know every single way to make her melt.

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[SUDDEN QUEST: THE HANDYMAN]

Objective: Grab the asses of three "Main Heroines." (Firmly. No hovering.)

Time Remaining: 1 Day, 23hrs.

Penalty: Instant, painful, soul-erasing Death!

Reward: $100,000

[Ass Grabbing: 01/03]

"Hmm, that’s one grab down, two more cheeks to go."

Kaizen checked the date on his phone and realized he was standing at the absolute ground zero of the game’s timeline.

This was the legendary "Prologue of Infidelity" where the hero, Leo, was busy having an emotional affair despite already having a girlfriend who was basically a walking billboard for divine genetics.

"That slime-dicked, wet-noodle, squirrel-poop-flavored nut-sack of a moron..."

Both of the girls involved were top-tier, S-rank beauties.

Since they were the "starter" heroines, the developer had clearly poured all the world’s remaining horniness into their designs.

One was the "Aggressive Tomboy," a feisty bully with an ass that could crack walnuts and thighs that looked like they were sculpted by a god who really liked CrossFit.

She had a rack, sure, but her toned midriff was a goddamn national monument.

Kaizen used to hate her tsundere attitude, but now? He was ready to tame that tiger and make her purr for his amusement.

The other one was the "Bubbly Japanese Dream."

She was all soft curves, thick thighs, and a heart of gold.

A true "waifu" type. Very loyal, sweet, and probably smelled like strawberries and vanila.

And in the original game, Leo somehow managed to bag them both despite being a cheating scumbag.

This world truly was a masterpiece of trash-tier smut logic.

"Ha! That doesn’t matter now. What matters is completing the mission and stealing those girls like a professional thief. He he he."

To pull off his next move, he needed gear.

He needed supplies.

He needed a villainous upgrade.

He flicked open his banking app, expecting to see a mountain of noble gold.

Obviously, he’s from a filthy rich family, despite being a trash and family not wanting to do anything with him, he still bore the Ryuga name, right?

[Balance: $20.00]

"..."

"..."

"W-what the absolute, blue-balled fuck is this?! Am I not the third son of the Ryuga family?!"

"Is the Ryuga name not synonymous with ’Stupidly Wealthy’?!"

"I distinctly remember in the game that Kaizen’s family was rich enough to buy a small country!"

He wiped his eyes, thinking he was seeing things due to gooning-induced blindness, but the number stared back at him with cold, judgmental eyes.

[$20.00]

"So why the hell is my bank balance showing the price of a mid-tier pepperoni pizza?!"

"Did my family disown me? Did I spend it all on OnlyFans?"

"Where is my noble blood money, you stupid virgin author?!"

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Half an hour later, in Class A, a sudden commotion exploded like a grenade in a library.

Then, just as quickly, the room went completely silent, turning into a graveyard of shocked expressions.

What the hell was going on in that specific classroom?

Well, apparently, the Ryuga trash young master must have slipped on a banana peel, hit his head on a radiator, and turned into a total retard.

There was no other logical explanation for the scene currently unfolding.

Why else would Kaizen, the guy who usually spent his mornings practicing his "evil noble" sneer in the mirror, be standing there smiling like a lobotomized angel?

"I am so sorry for everything, Leo! Please, can you find it in your heart to forgive a big dummy like me?"

The class watched in horror as Kaizen reached out a hand, begging for a friendly handshake from his arch-nemesis, the chosen one himself: Leo LongRod.

Leo just stood there, his eyes twitching like they are about to set ablaze with anger.

He looked at Kaizen’s hand like it was a glowing piece of radioactive waste.

The "hero" of this world, the man with the name that promised so much and a personality that delivered so little, was completely short-circuited.

"Is... is he having a stroke?" someone whispered from the back.

"Maybe it’s a trap? Is there a buzzer in his hand? Or maybe he rubbed poison on his palm?"

Kaizen didn’t care about the whispers.

He kept that innocent, stupid grin plastered on his face while his internal monologue was screaming with laughter.

’Come on, you wet-noodle-dicked protagonist! Take the hand! Let’s be best friends!’

’I definitely don’t have a plan to NTR your entire life and steal your girls while you’re busy being a "good guy"!’

To the rest of the class, it looked like a heartwarming moment of reformation.

To Kaizen, it was the start of a tactical takeover that was going to be funnier than a clown car fire.

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[A/N]

50 powerstone = 1 extra Chapter