"What the?!"

Both of the videos had accumulated millions upon millions of concurrent views.

The first video, uploaded a mere four days ago, was sitting at a staggering, apocalyptic 10 million views.

The second one, uploaded just forty-eight hours later, had already rocketed past 15 million views.

"What the actual fuck?!"

Kenji shrieked, slamming his hands onto the desk, his inner raisin tightening in pure shock.

How was this biologically or digitally possible?!

A completely faceless, newly registered streamer drops two random videos out of nowhere and casually breaks the entire internet layout?

He and Aria had spent literal years trading their dignity, draining their energy, and optimizing their content.

And their absolute highest-performing, record-breaking viral stream of all time had only maxed out at 3 million views after months of heavy promotion!

And this mysterious, elite alpha male going by the name of Sir Doggo was already pulling in the population of a small country within a single business week?!

Kenji’s eyes bulged as he stared at the glowing screen, his previous skepticism instantly evaporating.

He was looking at a golden, multi-million-dollar algorithm cheat code!

.

..

...

Meanwhile, across the campus luxury block inside Aria’s private suite...

The Student Council President finally stepped out of the bathroom after a thoroughly exhausting, marathon bath session.

And honestly, she completely needed it.

She had been a walking, breathing biohazard of absolute filth.

Between Kaizen’s unholy finger assault in the morning, her own frantic restroom damage-control session in the afternoon.

And the sheer volume of chaotic stress sweat, her skin had been entirely coated in a thick glaze of pure filth and dried cum juices.

Not to mention, she had just spent the last forty-five minutes using a premium razor to completely deforest her lower jungle.

Ensuring that not a single stray hair would compromise the smooth, high-definition aesthetic of tomorrow’s high-stakes photoshoot.

It was just for the photoshoot, okay?! 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

She quickly threw on a loose, silky nightgown, marched over to her king-sized mattress, and collapsed flat onto the sheets, spreading her arms and legs completely eagle.

’What the absolute hell is going to happen to my life tomorrow?’

Her eyes instinctively darted to the smartphone resting on her nightstand.

She could still distinctively remember the desperate, highly submissive text message she had personally typed out and sent to him earlier this evening.

But she hadn’t received a single, solitary notification back.

Why the fuck was there no reply?!

Her internal alarms started blaring, her standard anxiety instantly spiraling into deep, manic paranoia.

Did he suddenly lose interest in her?

Did he decide he didn’t want her elite body anymore?

Was the legendary "Ms. Kitty" alias simply not enough to make his monstrous little brother stand at full mast anymore?

’No, that makes zero sense!’

Aria thought, aggressively rolling over and burying her blushing face into a pillow.

’Just this morning, he literally said I am absolute hottest woman on the entire planet!’

But then, another terrifying, catastrophic realization slammed into her brain.

’Wait... what the hell happened to Hina-chan after he stormed out of the hallway?’

Aria’s throat went completely dry.

She could barely even dare to imagine what kind of brutal, unhinged, multi-hour drilling session Kaizen was currently subjecting the poor, innocent Hina to right this very second inside his private room.

He had literally explicitly boasted to her face that his princess was going to be loudly moaning his name all day long!

But even if he was currently occupied orchestrating a total harem masterpiece... why couldn’t the bastard just take two seconds to text her back?!

She grabbed her pillow and violently squeezed it against her chest.

Her pussy giving another frantic, entirely unbidden throb of pure, desperate jealousy at the thought of him completely ignoring her texts for another girl!

Then a second later...

Aria violently whipped her head up from the pillow, her eyes flashing with sudden, defensive pride.

"Screw him! I don’t need that arrogant, unhinged piece of trash anyway! He can completely fuck off!"

She sat up straight on the mattress, crossing her arms tightly.

She was the untouchable, highest-ranking Student Council President of this entire elite academy!

She was a goddess on this campus!

She absolutely did not have to beg some degenerate young master for a crumb of digital attention!

[Ding!]

A single, crisp notification chime echoed through the silent bedroom.

Aria’s entire body went completely stiff.

Every single ounce of her regal, presidential dignity vanished into thin air in less than a millisecond.

She frantically slid off the bed like a desperate, slithering snake, scrambling across the hardwood floor toward the nightstand.

She snatched the smartphone with a trembling, white-knuckled grip.

All the arrogant stuff she had just proudly shouted out loud?

Gone. Entirely forgotten. She was being absolutely, utterly shameless.

"It’s him! The bastard actually texted back!"

She wheezed, her heart hammering against her ribs as she unlocked the screen.

She opened the chat window.

[Good news, Madam President! 😎]

Aria’s thumbs practically blurred across the touchscreen keyboard as she rapidly typed out her response.

She put on her best clueless, professional facade, acting like she hadn’t been waiting by the phone like a starved puppy for the past four hours.

[Oh? What is it? Did something very good happen?]

She hit send, holding her breath.

Typing...

The bubble appeared instantly.

[Can’t say it over a simple text message. The news is way too big. I am going to call your personal line.]

?!

Aria stared at the flashing text block, her jaw dropping open.

"C-Call? He’s calling... me? Directly on my phone?"

Panic instantly seized her throat.

Why on earth would he suddenly want to have a live voice call at this hour of the night?

She should totally, absolutely ignore him!

Hmph!

The unprincipled jerk had completely ghosted her highly private messages for hours, so why shouldn’t she give him a taste of his own medicine and let the line ring out?

It was only fair!

Tring~

Click.

"Hello."

She was so utterly, phenomenally shameless.

It didn’t even make it past two rings.