"Thank you, you stupid, crusty-ass virgin creator for this free money! Mwah!"

Kaizen blew a wet kiss to his ceiling, absolutely sure that whichever greasy-haired, basement-dwelling developer who coded this trash porn game was currently punching the air in coding hell.

Obviously, in that developer’s dubious, shriveled pea-brain, he must have thought his perfect, dense-as-a-brick protagonist Leo was irreplaceable.

He probably thought the players would suffer through hundreds of Chapters of awkward hand-holding before even getting a sniff of some real action.

But a literal three-legged street dog could outmaneuver that pathetic coward Leo in terms of basic flirting.

"Hehe, anyway, let’s see what my favorite little kitty-cat is doing tonight."

Kaizen rolled over on his lumpy, peasant-tier mattress, cracking his knuckles as he fired up his cheap smartphone.

There was a highly anticipated livestream tonight, after all.

Navigating past the usual clickbait videos on OldTube, Kaizen quickly found the duo’s official streaming channel.

"Ah~"

A quick, incredibly wicked smile formed on his lips the second the stream loaded in high definition.

On the screen, two people wearing incredibly tight, matching velvet cat costumes were playing a virtual ’husband and wife’ game for their thousands of lonely viewers.

They were chatting, doing cute little voice impressions, and giggling—which was all standard, boring VTuber behavior.

But tonight, one very massive, very prominent thing was completely different.

The fact of the matter was that Ms. Kitty was actually showing off her juicy, round ass cheeks more than she ever had in her entire streaming career.

Every single time she turned around to grab a prop or read a superchat from the monitor behind her, she deliberately and violently arched her spine, shoving her massive, tight-clothed rear directly into the center of the camera lens.

Thud.

It was like she was trying to break the webcam with the sheer bouncing power of her cheeks.

But the most absolutely pathetic, comedic goldmine part of the entire stream was Mr. Cat.

The poor guy was sitting right next to her, looking more uncomfortable than a man sitting on a cactus.

Every single time Ms. Kitty did her tactical ass-arch, the chat stream exploded into an absolute wildfire of filthy, degenerate comments about his girlfriend’s glorious cheeks, moving so fast the text was just a blur of horny emojis.

"Bwahaha! This is pure art!" Kaizen cackled, clutching his stomach.

It was almost like Ms. Kitty was desperately trying to show the entire internet how wonderful and beautiful her ass cheeks were, completely subconsciously validating herself.

Her body was still practically vibrating from the heavy, dominant handling it had received earlier in the day.

So, Kaizen’s hard work in the shadows had officially paid off.

He had re unlocked the hidden, exhibitionist slut trait of a main heroine before the main story even hit Chapter ten.

Shouldn’t he at least give her a nice, juicy gift for this beautiful view?

After all, he did just inherit a fat $100,000 wallet upgrade from the system just like that.

And a very large, bouncy part of the reason for that cash injection was her exact ass cheeks, right?

It was only fair to reinvest in the local business.

Kaizen wasn’t some petty miser or a cheap bastard who wouldn’t shower his future property with gifts when he himself got filthy rich so easily.

Sniggering like a cartoon villain, he began to furiously type away at his phone keyboard, his thumbs moving with demonic speed.

[Trashyoungmaster69: Wow! That is the most beautiful, bouncy ass cheeks I have ever laid my eyes on in my entire life!

You are the most beautiful goddess I have ever seen.

I will literally buy you sweet buns every single day and worship your feet if I have the chance, my love. Here’s a sweet little gift for my favorite kitty. Nya~ Mwah~]

[Superchat: $69.00]

’Damn, that’s sixty-nine dollars short of my hundred grand now.’

’Welp, it doesn’t matter. I will personally squeeze every single penny’s worth of that cash straight out of her physical body anyway. Hehe.’

Kaizen felt a momentary phantom sting of pain in his chest as the $69 left his noble bank account.

It didn’t matter if it was just a little bit of pocket change; money was money, and a trash young master always hated spending his own funds on anyone else.

On the screen, the automated text-to-speech AI voice announced the massive donation, reading out Kaizen’s incredibly unhinged, explicit message loudly and clearly in a robotic tone.

The chat went completely nuclear.

Millions of ’NTR!’ and ’CUCK!’ spam messages filled the screen.

Mr. Cat’s entire face drained of color.

He just stared at the screen, his soul visibly leaving his body through his mouth.

He looked like a man whose house had just been repossessed while he was still inside it.

He cleared his throat pathetically, his voice cracking like a pre-pubescent teen as he tried to maintain his professional streaming persona.

"T-thank you... Trashyoungmaster69... for the very kind and... and generous donation."

The poor guy stuttered, looking like he was on the absolute verge of crying tears of blood on live camera.

His hands were shaking so hard he almost dropped his plastic cat paws.

Meanwhile, Kaizen was laughing so hard he was practically suffocating on his own spit.

He pointed his finger at the screen, watching the sudden, violent flinching reaction on Ms. Kitty’s masked face.

Even through the cute cat mask, he could see her eyes widen in pure, unadulterated psychological shock.

The skin around her neck and exposed cheeks instantly flushed into a violent, throbbing crimson color.

She tightly clamped her thighs together, her cat tail twitching erratically as her hands clutched her skirt.

"Haha! Look at her shake! Obviously, she remembers those exact words!"

Kaizen roared, wiping a tear of joy from his eye. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"I used those exact same smooth lines on her in the hallway just today. She knows it’s me. She knows exactly who owns her now. Hehe!"

Poor Mr. Cat was sitting right there.

Completely oblivious to the fact that his "innocent" streaming partner’s lower lips were currently dripping wet because a trash side-character had sent a sixty-nine-dollar joke message.

The sheer misery on the guy’s face was the ultimate seasoning for Kaizen’s late-night entertainment.

"Enjoy the view while you can, Mr. Cuck-Cat."

Kaizen snickered, shutting off his phone and tossing it onto the desk.

"Because tomorrow, I’m moving into Suite S, and your girl is going to be delivering those sweet buns straight to my bed."