NTR: The Trash Young Master Who Stole Every Girl!

Chapter 123: Mother’s Inspection! (2)

"Young Master Kaizen, your lack of clothing is a truly barbaric display under the heavens."

The Matriarch spoke, her voice dropping into a chilly, S-rank register as she forced her gaze to look past his swaying morning weapon.

"But this grand mistress has merely come to personally inspect the structural integrity of your guest quarters. After all, a high-tier guest from the Ryuga family deserves a room that isn’t falling apart."

"Oh? Is that so, Matriarch?"

Kaizen chuckled, his deep demon laugh vibrating through the empty corridor as he stepped back to let her pass.

"I didn’t know the supreme leader of the clan personally moonlighted as a property inspector. Please, come right in. My room is completely open for your thorough, deep inspection."

The Matriarch swept past him, her royal robes rustling as she entered the chaotic suite.

The scent of the room was completely wild.

A heavy, undeniable mixture of sweat, sweet juices, and the raw energy of the four-hour endurance match that had taken place right on the mattress.

Her beautiful, mature eyes immediately locked onto the bed.

The sheets were completely torn to shreds, clawed through by a desperate maid’s fingernails, and the mattress itself looked like a war zone.

’Poor Lily. How sad...’

"It seems your nightly physical exercises are quite... destructive, Young Master."

The Matriarch remarked, a subtle, dangerous edge bleeding into her tone as she casually strolled around the bed, tapping her manicured nails against the wooden frame.

"A man who cannot control his primal urges often finds himself trapped in a net of his own making. True power lies in restraint, not in letting one’s lawless rod dictate his actions."

"Philosophy at this hour? Truly enlightening."

Kaizen replied, completely unbothered as he leaned his bare hip against a marble pillar, crossing his arms and letting his half-asleep monster bob casually in the room’s draft.

"But you see, Matriarch, this young master believes in absolute freedom under the heavens. Why restrain a weapon that is meant to conquer? If a net tries to trap it, it simply breaks right through the gaps."

The Matriarch let out a cold, elegant hum, her eyes scanning the corners of the room.

She was looking for any sign of her daughter, but her S-rank senses were being completely disrupted by the lingering, chaotic aura Kaizen was intentionally radiating.

She casually walked toward the bathroom, poking her head inside before turning back to face him, her smirk growing just a tiny bit sharper.

"A net made of ordinary string might break, young master."

She said, taking slow, deliberate steps toward the left side of the room.

"But a net woven by a supreme master can strangle even the most arrogant beast. Sometimes, a single hidden variable is all it takes to bring a prodigy to his knees. For instance... a scandal so heavy that even the Ryuga family would be forced to delete you themselves."

"Threats? From a beautiful woman like you? This daddy is shaking in his boots."

Kaizen mocked, his smirk widening as he watched her progress.

He didn’t move an inch to cover his nakedness, entirely enjoying the raunchy comedy of an S-rank pinnacle master inspecting a degenerate’s bedroom while trying to act dignified.

"But a variable is only useful if you can actually find it and bring it into the light, right?"

"Indeed," the Matriarch whispered.

She stopped her footsteps.

She was now standing directly in front of the large, heavy mahogany wardrobe located in the corner of the suite.

Inside that exact cupboard, Hina was currently sweating absolute buckets, holding her breath so hard her face was turning blue.

Completely praying to the ancestors that her mother wouldn’t discover her ruined, dress-torn state.

The Matriarch turned her head slightly to look back at Kaizen, a triumphant, blinding smirk completely taking over her mature features as she rested her hand right on the brass handle of the wardrobe door.

"And it seems my inspection has finally led me to the most... suspicious structure in this entire room. Wouldn’t you agree, Young Master?"

Kaizen’s face instantly twisted into an expression of absolute, tier-one panic.

His eyes widened, and he froze on the spot like a rookie cultivator whose cheat code had suddenly expired under the heavens.

The Matriarch saw it all.

That single, beautiful moment of pure, unadulterated fear on his handsome face was everything she had been praying for.

’I won.’

Se thought, her internal monologue practically throwing a festival.

’This low-tier degenerate is completely dead right about now!’

Her mature, S-rank lips curved into a triumphant, world-conquering smirk.

She looked at him like a goddess looking down at an ant, thoroughly enjoying the supreme victory.

"I am simply about to inspect the interior of this specific wardrobe, Young Master. Do you have a problem with that?"

"T-That..."

Kaizen stammered, his voice losing all of its previous peak confidence as he took a frantic, clumsy step toward her.

Seeing this pathetic, desperate display, the Matriarch’s happiness reached maximum capacity.

She mentally scoffed at him with supreme disdain.

Hmph! At the end of the day, he is really just a brainless kid after all.

A lawless brat with a giant dick, yes, but still just a kid who can’t handle a real S-rank mastermind!

"M-Matriarch, that wardrobe... please don’t open it..."

Kaizen pleaded, frantically closing the distance between them, his hands trembling as if he were trying to block her path.

"Don’t worry your pretty little head, young master. Since this piece of furniture is clearly damaged and hiding things, I will personally see to it that it gets completely replaced."

She smirked, her fingers tightening around the heavy brass handles.

"And once it is opened, it will truly be the end of it all for you."

Inside the dark wardrobe, Hina was currently experiencing a near-death experience, praying to every single ancestor in her family tree to send a meteor to delete the castle.

The Matriarch used both of her elegant hands, gripping the double doors of the cupboard.

Creak~

The wood groaned as she began to pull them open.

But before she could swing the doors fully wide to expose her daughter, Kaizen suddenly materialized directly behind her.

Because he was completely bare, his colossal, morning-dewed monster forcefully grazed right against her ripe, S-rank ass cheeks through the thin silk of her robes!

The Matriarch completely froze, a massive volcanic shockwave of absolute fury exploding in her veins.

How dare this trash rogue physically violate her majestic body?!

She was about to turn around and ruthlessly snap his neck into a thousand pieces!!!

But before she could even channel her S-rank energy, Kaizen’s low, demonic whisper directly into her ear completely froze her soul to the absolute core.

Pure, unscientific terror instantly replaced her anger as his words vibrated in her ear:

"Matriarch, when I casually told my father about my upcoming visit to your clan, he smiled and told me a very interesting story."

"He told me about a highly delicate, forbidden Ayura dessert he tasted during a secret alliance meeting some three years ago."

"He told me it was made up of the most beautiful, mature, soft heaven buns, with sweet heaven honey leaking out from the center after he pounded it."

"He said it was, by far, the best food he had ever tasted in his entire life under the heavens."

"Tell me, Matriarch... do you happen to know something about that particular recipe?"

Boom!

The Matriarch’s face instantly drained of all color, turning as white as a fresh sheet of paper.

Her hands completely let go of the wardrobe handles, her S-rank pride thoroughly shattered into a million pieces as her entire body began to tremble with real, genuine fear.