NTR: The Trash Young Master Who Stole Every Girl!

Chapter 130: Clean up job went wrong!

"W-What the?! How the hell are you even alive?!"

The Matriarch was hyperventilating so hard she was practically passing out.

She was 100% sure the boy was a corpse.

Lily had literally sworn on her marriage that he was dead.

The professional assassin had literally double-tapped his heart like a true professional.

So how on earth was he currently sitting there, looking entirely healthy, completely naked, and smiling like he just won the lottery?

’Lily literally said she saw his throat getting violently opened like a bag of chips!’

’She saw the heart puncture! So how?!’

’Is this kid built out of pure plot armor and sheer audacity?!’

"What’s wrong, Matriarch?"

Kaizen chuckled, casually leaning back on his hands while his massive, vein-popping monster continued to comfortably salute the ceiling.

"Did you plan on killing me? Is that the vibe here? Hmm... should I pull out my phone and call my father right now to discuss this family hospitality?"

"W-What?! No! Absolutely not!"

The Matriarch stammered, her S-rank brain completely melting as she frantically tried to backtrack.

"I... I just came up here to check on you and saw you like this... with blood splattered all over my expensive carpets!"

She absolutely could not take a single chance right now.

The corporate suit patriarch was already terrifying enough, but if this shameless demon figured out she was the one who sent the late-night neck-slitter, her entire clan was going to get legally and physically liquidated.

Playing completely dumb was her only survival strategy under the heavens.

"Oh, you mean this stuff?"

Snickering like a total lunatic, the shameless dog casually dipped his index finger straight into the massive dark red puddle on the floor and brought it directly to his lips, licking it off with a loud smack.

"This is just premium tomato ketchup, Matriarch. Not actual blood. It’s got a great tangy flavor, honestly."

He smoothly shifted his body, sitting cross-legged in a perfect lotus position right in the middle of the red mess.

Despite the sudden change in posture, his girthy, forearm-sized weapon remained standing perfectly straight, acting like a literal compass needle pointing directly at her face.

"K-Ketchup?!"

The Matriarch gasped, her eyes darting between his stupid grinning face and the pulsating monster hovering between his legs.

"S-So you were never dead?! I mean... of course! Haha! I am so incredibly glad you are completely not dead!"

’Hehehe. Look at her, completely changing her tune!’

Kaizen couldn’t help but snicker to himself at the sheer comedy of the situation.

The truth was far more ridiculous than this stressed-out woman could ever imagine.

Last night, the real Kaizen had been vibing directly under his own bed, while Lily was upstairs doing her absolute best to aggressively negotiate with his little brother.

The guy she was trying to blow was actually just his high-tier shadow clone.

’Hehehe. I am so glad I unlocked that ability... along with my trusty Ghost Eyes.’

Ghost Eyes was honestly the most overpowered cheat code in his entire arsenal.

He kept its 360-degree, fifty-meter, all-seeing X-ray vision turned on practically 24/7, sucking up every piece of juicy gossip and top-secret information from all around the castle without moving an inch.

Blackmailing the Matriarch about her hidden past wasn’t originally part of the plan, but it definitely speeded up the plot at record numbers.

He knew for a fact that the moment he dropped that knowledge bomb, she would immediately try to silence him permanently.

So, his eyes and ears had been sharp as tacks all night.

And exactly like he predicted, his ears picked up the audio of the Matriarch frantically calling a hitman on her secure line, ordering a midnight throat-slitting special.

So, being the genius protagonist that he was, he simply deployed his sacrificial clone to take the fall while he hid comfortably beneath the mattress with a bottle of premium condiments.

Simple as that!

And of course, Hina already knew the entire truth about the night’s events.

’She didn’t even bother to come up and check on my well-being, though.’

But that was totally understandable.

Kaizen had actively spotted her using her own Ghost Eyes 24/7 ever since that highly compromising incident with her mother and the wardrobe.

She had a front-row seat to the whole clone performance.

She knew the assassination was a total scam and that he was perfectly fine, which was exactly why she hadn’t made a single fuss at the breakfast table.

’Now that this little drama is over, I definitely can’t reveal to the Matriarch that I know she sent the late-night neck-slitters.’

’I actually want her to send that assassin back to my room for round two...’

There was a highly specific, sinister reason for that. His lips curved up into a devious grin.

"Yeah, Matriarch, just premium ketchup. I must have had way too much to drink last night because I can’t even remember what happened after a certain point. Anyway, thank you so much for the morning forehead kiss. It completely woke this sleepy monster up."

He shamelessly reached down, grabbed the massive shaft of his forearm-sized weapon, and gave it a heavy, rhythmic shake.

Squirt~

A stray drop of pre-cum immediately yeeted itself straight from the tip, flying through the air and landing right near the Matriarch’s face.

"Gross!!! You absolute degenerate!"

She quickly stood up, backing away in a panic.

But her sudden movement only made things worse.

Now that Kaizen was fully awake, he couldn’t help but notice her choice of morning attire.

She was wearing a tight, satin gown that hugged every single mature curve of her dangerous, high-tier body like plastic wrap.

Combined with her flustered, furious face, his little brother couldn’t help but throb violently, dripping a few more stray drops onto the floorboards.

"What the fuck! Gross!! Eughh!"

The Matriarch was frantically scrubbing her cheek, looking like she was trying to wipe off industrial-grade chemical waste.

Her face, a priceless asset that commanded entire legions and dominated the regional economy, had just been christened by the biological fluids of a bratty teenager.

It was beyond offensive.

It was a full-blown declaration of war.

Not even her husband, the great Patriarch Willem, dared to treat her with this level of disrespect.

’He is literally the most annoying, shameless, unscientific little cockroach to ever exist!’

Kaizen watched her back, his eyes laser-focused on the way her satin gown tightly hugged her backside, swaying in time with her irritated, jerky movements.

The fabric was doing absolutely zero favors for her privacy.

’You tried to kill me, and for that, shouldn’t I at least take some interest-bearing revenge?’

He smirked, a dark, sinister expression that would have sent a professional assassin running for the hills.

He scanned her from her expensive heels all the way up to her perfectly coiffed hair, then closed the distance in three silent, predatory strides.

"What the?!"

The Matriarch froze mid-scrub.

A sudden, massive heat source had just materialized right behind her.

She felt it immediately—a hot, pulsating, unholy rod of flesh wedging itself firmly between her cheeks, pushing deep against the thin, unforgiving fabric of her dress.

It was rock hard, twitching, and undeniably, terrifyingly large.

Kaizen pinned her against the edge of the mahogany desk, his free hand sliding around to hold her waist in a vice-like grip so she couldn’t bolt for the door.

"Well, well, Matriarch. There is a condition if you really need to leave this room alive. Consider this as a little tax, or perhaps... a punishment..."