The classroom buzzed with the usual morning chatter until the homeroom teacher clapped her hands sharply.
"Quiet down, everyone. We have a new transfer student today."
All eyes turned toward the door as Adrian stepped in. He wore the standard school uniform, but it looked tailored on his tall, muscular frame. His blonde hair caught the morning light, and his deep ocean-blue eyes swept across the room with calm confidence. A charming, slightly playful smile curved his lips as he bowed politely.
"Good morning, everyone. My name is Adrian Cross. I just moved here from America. I look forward to getting to know all of you. Now, I'm still getting used to things here, so I'd appreciate your help. Please take care of me."
His voice was smooth and warm, carrying just enough charisma to make several girls in the front rows swoon. A few whispered excitedly behind.
Some of the more cynical girls, the ones Adrian mentally labeled as "evil heroines" simply raised an eyebrow, unimpressed but still curious. While some irrelevant people just scoffed.
The teacher smiled. "Wonderful. Adrian, you can take the empty seat at the back by the window."
Adrian nodded and walked down the aisle, drawing more than a few lingering stares.
He sat into the one right beside the window, the holy protagonist's seat, it now bathed him in natural light.
As he settled in, the black-haired girl at the adjacent desk turned slightly toward him.
"Hi… I'm Yukiko Nishida." she said softly, offering a small, shy smile.
"Welcome to the class. If you need notes or anything, just let me know."
Adrian returned the smile, studying her gentle features and short, straight black hair.
"Thanks, Yukiko. I really appreciate it. By the way, is this seat from someone else? It feels like it was saved for someone."
Yukiko gave a little nod, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah. The guy who was supposed to sit here got held back a year. His name's Yuuta Yamano. He's… dating someone in another class right now, so he might show up later. So you kind of lucked out getting the best seat in the room, at least from what I heard with the otakus."
Adrian chuckled lightly. "Lucky me. So this Yamano guy got a girlfriend already? Sounds like he's got his hands full."
Yukiko let out a soft laugh, relaxing a little.
"You could say that. He's nice, but he's always running late. Anyway, if you have questions about the school or clubs or anything, just ask. I sit right here."
"Appreciate it," Adrian replied, keeping his tone warm. "I'll probably take you up on that."
Their conversation flowed easily for a few more minutes until the teacher started the lesson. Adrian leaned back in his chair, listening with half an ear while his mind worked.
Yukiko Nishida. He recognized the name and the look, she strongly reminded him of the Yukiko from Uchi no Otouto Maji de Dekain Dakedo Mi ni Konai. The added "Nishida" surname made him slightly uncertain, but he was almost sure it was her.
Ever since his mind got upgraded, he doesn't need to worry about forgetting the titles and names of the 18+ things he watched, read, and played, but with new added settings or maybe just hidden settings. He would have to identify them himself to know.
Still, he had more immediate targets in mind. He'd deal with Yukiko when he can.
Right now, his thoughts shifted to another name that had been on his mind since he heard the name Yuuta Yamano. Shinomiya Natsuha, the busty heroine from Ajisai no Chiru Koro ni. The girl who waited an entire year for her childhood love Yuuta Yamano, only to get seduced and completely broken by a delinquent.
If that hadn't happened yet, Adrian intended to claim her first. He just needed to find out more info about her.
When the final bell rang, Adrian stood up and stretched. "I think I'll take a walk around the school and get familiar with the place."
Yukiko waved lightly. "Have fun. Don't get lost."
Adrian grinned. "Noted."
He spent the next hour wandering the hallways under the guise of a new student simply exploring.
He passed groups of girls chatting and laughing, their pleated skirts swaying with every step, hugging developing curves and youthful bodies in all the right places. Some had their blouses slightly unbuttoned from the spring warmth, offering teasing glimpses of soft cleavage and delicate collarbones. Others wore their uniforms tighter, the fabric stretching enticingly over budding breasts and rounded hips.
He spotted several clearly corruptable heroines. Some shy bookish types with glasses perched cutely on their noses and modest chests that still drew the eye, sporty energetic girls whose toned legs and firm thighs were shown off by slightly shorter skirts, and a few elegant student council types who moved with graceful poise, their blouses perfectly fitted to accentuate slim waists and full, bouncing breasts.
A couple of traps also caught his eye, their feminine features and subtle alluring mannerisms making them stand out, but he didn't stop to scan everyone. There would be time for proper introductions later.
As he turned a corner near the stairs, he noticed a small group of second-year girls standing by the bulletin board. One of them, a cheerful sporty type with a ponytail, was pointing at a club recruitment poster.
Adrian approached casually, flashing his most disarming smile. "Excuse me, I'm new here. Could you tell me where the library is? I wanted to check out some books, but I keep getting turned around."
The ponytail girl turned to him, eyes lighting up at the sight of the handsome transfer student.
"Oh! The library is on the third floor, west wing. Just go up the main stairs and turn left. You can't miss it."
"Thanks," Adrian said warmly.
"By the way, I heard there's a really popular girl in the second year… Shinomiya something? I think someone mentioned her name during orientation. Is she in any clubs?"
Another girl in the group, quieter and more bookish, adjusted her glasses. "Shinomiya Natsuha? Yeah, she's in the Karate club."
"She's really nice, but kind of quiet lately. Why? Are you interested in joining?"
Adrian chuckled lightly, keeping his tone innocent. "Not sure yet. I just like knowing who's who. Thanks for the help."
He continued walking, eventually making his way toward the outdoor swimming pool area; he's not really in the mood to read.
The sound of splashing water and cheerful voices grew louder as he approached.
A group of girls from the swimming club were gathered near the entrance, some still in their school uniforms while others carried swim bags.
Adrian spotted a familiar-looking beauty among them, someone with shoulder-length, silky orange hair that shimmered under the sunlight.
She carried herself with refined grace, yet there was a subtle playful, almost mischievous spark in her eyes.
She was wearing a tight, high-cut competitive swimsuit in a vibrant orange that perfectly matched her hair. The thin material clung shamelessly to her full, rounded breasts, the deep neckline plunging between them and leaving very little to the imagination.
Her wide, shapely hips and thick thighs were beautifully accentuated by the high-cut legs of the swimsuit, and a simple white shirt from her school uniform hung loosely open over her shoulders, barely covering anything.
Even from a distance, the way the swimsuit hugged her body made it clear she was built for the water and for turning heads.
He approached casually and asked in a polite tone, "Excuse me, is this the swimming club? I'm new here and still trying to learn where everything is. The rooftop was mentioned earlier, but I got curious about the pool too."
The orange-haired girl turned to him, her lips curving into a bright, elegant smile. "Yes, this is the swimming club. We're pretty active even outside of practice hours."
She tilted her head slightly, studying him with open curiosity. "You're the new transfer student, right? Adrian Cross?"
"That's me," Adrian replied with a charming smile. "Nice to meet you…"
"Ayame Takamine," she answered cheerfully, her voice smooth but carrying a lively tone.
"I'm the vice-president of the swimming club. If you're interested in joining or just want a tour of the facilities, feel free to ask. We're always happy to show new students around."
Adrian nodded warmly. "I'll keep that in mind, Takamine-senpai. Swimming club sounds fun. Do a lot of students come here after class?"
Ayame laughed lightly, a playful glint in her eyes. "Quite a few, especially when the weather is nice. Some people even wear their swimsuits under their uniforms all day~" She winked subtly before adding. "If you ever feel like cooling off, just drop by."
Adrian thanked her with a grin. "Appreciate the invitation. I might take you up on that."
He moved on, filing away the name and the small details. Ayame Takamine, the famous orange-haired beauty from the Garden: Takamine-ke no Nirinka.. Her playful personality and swimming club connection made her even more interesting. Definitely a high-value target for later.
He made one last stop near the shoe lockers, casually asking a passing group about popular hangout spots after school. In the middle of their answers, he slipped in another question.
"I keep hearing about this one girl who's supposed to be really pretty… Shinomiya Natsuha? Does she usually hang out with anyone after class? I might end up in the same club as her."
One of the girls shrugged. "Natsuha? She used to wait around for someone, but lately she's been talking to some guys from the delinquent crowd near the back gate. Not sure what's going on there."
Adrian kept his expression neutral, but internally he noted it carefully. So the delinquent angle might already be starting. He'd have to move fast if he wanted to claim her before things escalated.
Satisfied with the small pieces of information he'd gathered, he decided to go toward the rooftop, hoping for some fresh air and a quiet spot to think about his next move.
Eventually he made his way up the stairs but the moment he pushed open the heavy door, he stopped short.
A girl was leaning against the chain-link fence in the far corner, one hand slipped under her pleated skirt, the other braced against the metal for support. Her breathing was quick and ragged. Her skirt was hiked up, panties pulled aside, and her fingers moved frantically between her legs as she chased her release. Soft, desperate whimpers escaped her lips.
Adrian's lips curled into a slow, predatory smile. He silently pulled out his phone, switched to video mode, and began recording. At the same time, he activated Scan.
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Name: Souma Kurumi
Status: Second-year student, Hentai Heroine
Affection: Neutral
Desire: Extremely High (Currently Masturbating)
Tags: Closeted Pervert, High Potential Target, Frequent NTR victim.
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Adrian's eyes narrowed. He knew her. Souma Kurumi from Shikiyoku Infinite. The girl whose family situation constantly forced her into increasingly depraved situations with multiple men.
He wanted her, but he refused to share. Blackmail and total domination through pleasure seems like a good way to fully tame her needy pussy.
Kurumi's breathing soon grew faster. Her hips bucked against her own fingers. She was clearly seconds away from climax, her face flushed and eyes half-lidded in pleasure.
Adrian quickly switched the phone to photo mode, turned on the flash, and snapped a clear, bright picture.
*Click!*
The flash lit up the rooftop.
Kurumi's eyes flew open in pure shock and dread.
Her hand froze between her legs, body still trembling on the edge of orgasm. Her face drained of color as she stared at Adrian, mouth slightly open in horror.
"Wha—?!" she gasped, voice cracking.
She couldn't even form a full sentence. Panic, shame, and lingering arousal warred across her expression.
Adrian lowered the phone slowly, a calm but dangerous smile on his face
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"Souma Kurumi, right?" He said softly, voice carrying easily across the rooftop.
"Nice view. But I think we should have a little talk."
Kurumi's legs shook. She quickly yanked her skirt down, but the damage was already done. The evidence was saved on his phone. Clear, undeniable, and extremely compromising.
Adrian took one slow step forward, still smiling.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to show this to anyone… If you're a good girl."