NTR: The Trash Young Master Who Stole Every Girl!

Chapter 131: Finally, the Matriarch has been caught!

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

The Matriarch was flabbergasted from the very bottom of her heart.

Like, for real, what kind of psychological warfare was this guy even operating on?

And more importantly, how dare he park his unauthorized flesh vehicle right between the cheeks of a peak-tier clan leader?

This was a massive violation of her personal zoning laws.

"What can I say? It seems Hina chan actually heard our entire little conversation from yesterday. I highly suspect her Ghost Eyes are to blame for that premium broadcast."

"Huh?!"

The Matriarch froze completely, her S-rank combat reflex instantly turning into ice.

Because who wouldn’t turn into a statue after hearing a horror story like that?

Yesterday, the topic of discussion between her and this lawless trash was the ultimate top-secret event from three years ago.

’If Hina actually heard that... Wait, what the hell am I even questioning? She definitely heard the whole thing!’

The sudden realization hit her brain like a heavy-duty corporate lawsuit.

The Matriarch herself was already 100% sure Hina had been hiding inside that exact wardrobe, and her highly compromising chat with this menace happened right in front of the doors.

It was basically a live theater performance with zero commercial breaks.

’So what this brat is saying is true. My daughter has definitely received the full audio-visual package.’

She bit her lip in pure, unadulterated frustration, her face turning a deep shade of crimson that had absolutely nothing to do with diplomacy.

Forget about random strangers finding out her deep, dark secrets!

If her beloved daughter, whom she had strictly raised to be a proper, classy young lady, found out that her mother was involved in that kind of wild history...

’No! That is legally and emotionally impossible!’

She didn’t even want to simulate the mental image of trying to look into that girl’s judgmental eyes over the breakfast table tomorrow.

The domestic awkwardness alone would be enough to destroy the entire province under the heavens.

"W-What did you say?"

"Oh? What did I say? Let me think..."

Boing~ Boing~

"W-w-w-what the hell are you doing?!!!"

The Matriarch screamed helplessly because the shameless brat casually reached right in front of her and yanked the delicate neckline of her satin gown straight down.

Without the fabric holding them back, her heavy, milfy, snow-white melons instantly sprang out, boinging wildly in the open air.

They looked exactly like overfilled water balloons, swaying with a heavy, bouncy rhythm from the sudden, aggressive release.

A sudden draft of cold room air hit her exposed chest, making her nipples instantly harden and her whole body wince from the exposure.

"What’s the problem, Matriarch? I told you, I’m just thinking. You want to know my answer, right?"

"T-That..."

Of course she desperately wanted to know the answer.

She needed to know if this catastrophic secret was the exact reason why Hina had been glaring at her with absolute daggers during breakfast.

She needed the data so she could prepare a counter-strategy for whatever her daughter was thinking about the matter.

But at what cost?

Kaizen smirked down at the view, his rock-hard monster pressing even harder against her bare backside.

The thick pre-cum tip smearing right against her satin gown as he prepared to extract his full payment.

She was the freaking Matriarch of a top-tier family.

She had sacrificed her youth, her romance, and her entire personal life to claim this supreme position under the heavens.

’When I finally thought I could just forget the past and live as an ice-cold clan leader...’

Everything was currently crashing down around her because of this one brat.

There was absolutely no other way around this catastrophic leverage.

Reluctantly, and with a deeply pained heart, her S-rank pride finally came to terms with the reality of her defeat.

’This demon... no wonder Lily and my daughter were completely trapped by him.’

’He always manages to find the absolute worst, most leverage-heavy rope to pull himself out of every situation.’

"If you don’t want to hear the truth, I can just let you walk out that door right now, Matriarch... Hehehe."

Rub~ Rub~

The shameless dog rhythmically rubbed the thick, pre-cum-slicked shaft of his forearm-sized monster right against her bare satin-covered ass cheeks.

The friction was insane.

It completely irked her to the core, but she was entirely paralyzed by the threat of her daughter’s judgment.

She couldn’t do a single thing about it.

"F-Fine! J-Just tell me what you said to my daughter... eeehhkkk!"

Grope~ Boing~ Boing~

"Ha! So damn soft~"

Kaizen’s massive, calloused palms slithered straight up from her hips, bypassing all her defenses to clamp firmly onto her bare, heavy breasts.

He gave them a full-on, aggressive, lifting grope from the underside, making the massive milk-white water balloons spill out wildly between his fingers.

The Matriarch couldn’t help but emit a pained, intensely sensitive groan from the back of her throat.

It had been an absolute eternity since anyone had laid hands on her chest with this level of raw, unbridled audacity.

The sudden heat and pressure instantly sent a shockwave straight to her core.

The sensation was terrifyingly familiar, instantly reminding her of a certain lawless trash from years ago... a man from the exact same Ryuga family line.

"Ngh~ Please~ stop this..."

"Damn, Matriarch, no wonder Hina inherited those massive melons. The genetics in your family line are absolutely top-tier under the heavens."

Grope~ Grope~

"W-What the hell are you saying about my daughter right now?!"

Boing~ Boing~

"Nothing, nothing. Just stating the facts. Hina is easily as beautiful as her mother. Damn, woman, how are they even this soft?"

’Damn, I am not even kidding right now. These are legally the softest, heaviest milkers I have held in my entire protagonist career.’

The view was honestly too much to handle.

The exact perfect weight, the exact perfect size, and those cute pink nipples surrounded by wide, flush aerolas.

Kaizen couldn’t help himself.

He extended his thumb and forefinger, giving two aggressive, rolling pinches directly onto her stiff nipples.

Instantly, a shockwave of pure electricity hit the Matriarch’s core, causing her soft, mature ass cheeks to violently clench together in a knee-jerk reflex.

Since his thick, vein-popping shaft was still firmly parked right between her cheeks, he got aggressively squeezed by the S-rank suction.

"Ngh~ Don’t... don’t pinch them like that!"

"But why the hell are you clenching your cheeks so damn tight then? You’re practically trying to milk it through your gown! Damn, woman. Come over here!"

Realizing the desk was too cramped for the level of physical combat he wanted to deploy, he suddenly let go of her chest, spun her around, and grabbed her delicate wrist.

Without giving her a single second to recover her S-rank dignity, he dragged her straight toward the massive king-sized bed.

He was 100% determined to extract the absolute maximum amount of tax from this milfy clan leader today!