'Damn, there's a lot of ass in this school.'
That was the most recurring thought bouncing around Mason's head as he and Ren strolled down the main hallway of Aradie Academy.
The students moved in groups, chatting, laughing, some adjusting their pristine uniforms.
But Mason? Mason was still recovering from the idea that all of this… was his life now.
Apparently, they were supposed to collect their textbooks from the front reception area.
Which, by the way, wasn't just a cramped window with a cranky old man behind a counter. No — this was Aradie Academy, baby.
The reception was practically a full-on registry hall complete with marble flooring, chandeliers, and a long desk staffed by maids who probably got more job applications than modeling agencies.
And speaking of distractions —
『So much skirt. So little shame.』
"Hey," Mason said, turning to Ren. "Think I have a shot at beating Anastasia if I run for class rep?"
Ren stopped mid-step like Mason had just confessed to stealing candy from a priest.
"You serious?" Ren rubbed the back of his green hair, chuckling dryly. "You wanna run against Anastasia? The girl with boobs blessed by the goddess of seduction herself? You know she did a hair flip and got five dudes to carry her books just today, right?"
"That's a real thing?"
"She didn't even ask them. They just… offered."
Mason groaned. "How does someone fight a walking thirst trap?"
"You don't," Ren said. "You either become her simp… or become irrelevant."
Mason quieted down, lips pursed.
As they passed a hallway window, he saw his reflection in the glass — tousled dark hair, slightly chiseled jaw, decent build.
Not bad, but definitely not Anastasia-tier material.
'System, tell me — what's the point of being class rep?'
Ding!
The familiar blue box appeared with a flood of bullet points.
[CLASS REPRESENTATIVE PERKS]
『 Increased reputation across the academy』
『Closer access to academy secrets and side missions』
『Enhanced influence over class schedules and activities』
『Automatic social connection boost with major heroines』
『Unique event triggers』
Mason blinked.
'Wait, back up. What was that last one?'
『Unique event triggers with major heroines.』
'So… essentially it's a golden ticket to heroine interaction?'
『Essentially, yes』
『But method of success must be discovered through gameplay.』
'Wow, thanks for being vague, you trash mobile ad of a system.
The box blinked out, smug as hell.
They finally reached the reception desk.
It was packed with students, mostly first years in various states of confusion, and Mason had one major observation:
'Why is everyone in this game so thicc?!'
Skirts. Everywhere. Waists snatched. Legs long. And the way those uniforms clung to every curve?
"I feel like I'm in a fanservice anime with all of this," he muttered.
Ren nodded solemnly. "You are in a fanservice anime. A dangerously immersive one."
Apparently, anime was a thing in this world. You couldn't expect much logic with a hentai game, would you?
They got in line.
Just ahead, a purple-haired girl bent to pick up her dropped ID, and both Mason and Ren froze like they'd just seen the face of God.
Or at least, His most gifted follower.
"Bro," Mason whispered. "This school is the best school ever."
"I have to agree with you there." Ren said.
A moment later, a regal voice echoed through the room.
"Out of the way, peasants."
Everyone turned as the crowd parted for him. The real MC.
He was taller than average, with windswept blond hair, sapphire eyes that screamed "plot armor," and a posture so upright you'd think he was auditioning for a statue role.
Mason blinked.
『This is the Main character of this world』
Yep. Mason had to believe. The guy exuded Main Protagonist Energy™.
Even the way his cape fluttered behind him had a slow-mo effect, and there was no wind indoors. Plot armor was certainly on his side.
"Cedric Lionheart," Ren muttered. "Noble bloodline. Sword prodigy. Practically royalty. The guy who probably has all the beauties lined up feeding him grapes in his bedroom."
Cedric flashed a perfect smile and said something to a receptionist. She giggled like she'd just been given a marriage proposal.
Meanwhile, Mason finally reached the desk.
A maid with silver hair and sleepy eyes looked up at him. "Name?"
Mason blinked.
'Right. My dumb-ass name.'
"Uh… Leonard Lumberfoot."
Even she had to pause at that.
"…Lumberfoot?"
"Yeah, it's, uh… old family name. Very lumbery."
She handed over a stack of books without comment. Mason took them quickly, cheeks red.
Ren leaned close, whispering, "It doesn't sound that bad bro."
Mason sighed and they took their textbooks, stepping out of the line momentarily.
"So," Ren asked. "You still thinking of running against Anastasia?"
"Yeah. I think being class rep will be a fun experience."
Mason looked down at the book titled 'Magical Ethics and You: Not Everything Should Be Set on Fire', then looked up at Cedric as he laughed with three beautiful girls, and finally thought about Anastasia — curves, class, and cruelty combined.
He clenched his fists.
'Let the game begin.'