"Eeeeekkk!! Unhand me! Unhand me right this instant, you absolute monster!! Your... your thing is literally touching me!! Haaa!!! Stop it! I have an official boyfriend!"

"Well, please calm down, princess. If we are being completely scientifically accurate here... your things are aggressively touching me too. Hahaha!"

Aria’s shell-shocked eyes immediately darted down to audit the situation.

It was an absolute, R-rated logistical disaster.

It wasn’t just his massive, boiling-hot, throbbing pole pressing hard against her lower stomach.

Her own humongous, cloudy disciplinary breasts were completely flattened against his bare, muscular chest like two premium pillows!

"T-That is exactly why I said to unhand me, you pervert! Y-Your thing is way too hot! It’s literally burning... burning right through my... uhhhh!!!"

A soft, scandalous gasp slipped right out of her throat as the sheer heat of his veiny weapon radiated straight through her thin school uniform fabric, melting her last remaining brain cells.

"Oh, Madam President, thank you so much for the high-tier compliment. I must say, you are looking incredibly hot today too."

"Oh! That is absolutely not what I meant at all! Move your hands! Let me go!"

She began to struggle aggressively inside his iron grip, trying to twist her hips away.

But because they were completely glued together, her frantic wiggling did absolutely nothing but cause her lower stomach to rub more and more against his massive, pulsing monster.

The heavy, frictionless friction was pure torture.

With every single desperate rub against his thick girth, a devastating wave of electric pleasure shot straight down to her nether regions, causing her hyperventilating, closet-slut pussy to weep a whole new flood of thick, sticky juices right into her already-ruined lace panties!

"Ngh~ Move, you absolute pervert!"

She struggled even harder, but for some completely unscientific reason, Aria, who was a certified, top-tier E+ Rank combatant, was currently losing a physical wrestling match against a notorious, Rank F trash young master.

Why on earth was this happening?

Was it because of the massive, high-caliber biological weapon he was carrying right against her pelvis?

Did her elite martial arts training just get completely defeated by a throbbing, veiny rod?

Absolutely! She was 100% getting defeated by that monster weapon!

Kaizen letting out an arrogant smirk, locked his dark, dominant eyes directly with hers.

That intense gaze slowly forced her body to calm down.

She was still squirming against his chest, but the loud, frantic noises were rapidly dying down into soft, submissive whimpers.

"Say ’please,’ Madam President."

"For God’s sake! Please! Just unhand me right now, you complete bastard!"

"No, no, no. Definitely not like that. A legendary, high-tier magic genius like you shouldn’t be using such crude, unrefined curses. Ask me nicely, and I might consider letting you slide..."

"Ngh~!"

Again with those highly specific, targeted words of his!

For some wild reason, he was casually calling her a magic genius, and her massive ego was absolutely, 100% here for that validation!

It was her ultimate, hidden psychological weakness!

How the hell did this trash villain know exactly which buttons to press to short-circuit her brain?

And what was up with that incredibly smooth, toxic tone of his?

’H-He will let me go?! Wh-Who the hell do you think I am, you arrogant pig?!’

She was absolutely not some helpless side-character to be casually toyed with by a young master.

She was the official, feared Student Council President and... and the strict Disciplinary Committee Head too...

"You! Unhand m— oohh~!"

His strong hand, which was securely locked around her slender waist, suddenly gave her soft flesh a sharp, high-pressure squeeze that made her feel some highly illegal internal sensations.

"Nope. Say it nicely... ’please’..."

"..."

She didn’t budge at all. So Kaizen used another dirty tactics.

"Hehe... you know, it’s almost time for the elite academy students to start heading back to the residential wards.

"Do you really want the entire student body to witness a completely naked, Rank F trash guy holding their dear, perfect, pure Student Council President flush against his crotch?"

The terrifying truth in his words hit her like a bucket of ice water.

It was already late in the afternoon, the exact time when high-ranking students returned to their luxury dorms.

And since this was the exclusive VIP Suite S, the people living on this floor were filthy rich, politically connected, and loved high-tier gossip.

If a single one of those aristocratic snobs saw her in this compromising, R-rated position with a literal pariah...

’My political reputation! My whole career! My entire life!’

Her carefully constructed, perfect existence would be completely over in a single microsecond!

’No! There is absolutely no way I can let that catastrophic scenario happen! My pristine reputation cannot take a hit like that!’

She frantically shook her head, her strict disciplinary glasses sliding dangerously far down her nose.

"P-Please... c-can you please just let me go? Pretty please, Kaizen-kun...?"

She finally dragged herself down from her high, authoritative horse and begged with the most submissive, trembling voice she could muster.

Kaizen paused for a delicious, torturous second, his eyes scanning her completely flushed face.

Then, letting out an incredibly smooth, dominant chuckle, he slowly released his iron grip on her waist.

"Pheww~!"

Aria practically staggered backward, letting out a massive, ragged breath of pure relief.

She was finally free from the gravitational pull of his chest!

But the absolute madness was far from over.

"Wh-Why on earth are you just standing out here completely naked in a public corridor?!"

"No, wait—why the hell are you completely naked when someone is actively knocking on your front door in the first place?!"

"What exactly happened to basic human manners and campus etiquette?!"

She hurriedly covered her eyes with her hands, peeked through the gaps of her fingers, and frantically checked the hallway for any oncoming students.

But somehow, all of her attention kept automatically snapping right back to his thick, veiny weapon standing proud at attention.

He smirked, casually leaning his bare, muscular shoulder against the door frame.

"Who gives a shit about manners, Madam President?"

"I absolutely love being completely naked like this. It gives the goods room to breathe."

"And what if a strict professor happens to walk by and see me swinging free? So be it. What are they honestly going to do about it? Blow me?"

He dropped a slow, incredibly wicked wink straight at her.

The sheer audacity of the gesture made her blood boil with an intense, confusing fury.

’This arrogant, unhinged, shameless bastard?! How dare he speak to me like that?!’

’And more importantly... why the actual fuck is he so incredibly hot while doing it?!’

The toxic, billionaire-tier arrogance was doing things to her psychology.

How could a guy be this completely careless, fearless, and utterly shameless?

It was mesmerizing!

"S-Stop with this absolute nonsense right now and let’s take this conversation inside! I need to perform a mandatory welfare check on a specific matter!"

She finally delivered the official excuse she had spent twenty minutes formulating.

She was here to rescue the poor, broken Hina from his clutches!

But the trash young master just chuckled with a completely scandalous, low-toned rumble.

"Oh? Go inside with me? To perform a personal inspection?"

Kaizen leaned in closer, his heavy, pre-cum-dripping tip practically brushing against her uniform skirt.

"Is the perfect, pure Student Council President offering to check out my heavy artillery completely personally?

"You know, I don’t hate that idea at all... in fact... I would absolutely love to watch your pretty little mouth handle the inspection myself."