Haruka's evening at Hachimitsu Academy started quietly but was soon pierced by an uneasy tension. The school corridors were simple—walls painted pale cream, patched in places, worn from decades of footsteps. The floor, covered in gray linoleum, reflected the dim overhead lights, flickering slightly as students moved through the hall. Even though everyone was an adult here—most over twenty—the place felt old and tired, as if it carried the secrets of too many years. The air smelled faintly of cleaning chemicals mixed with dust and a hint of sweat.
Haruka himself stood tall by the lockers outside classroom 3-B, where the last light of day filtered through narrow windows. His strong, broad-shouldered build and sharp face, resembling that fierce Saiyan Broly, made him stand out, yet his expression was calm but distant. His dark hair was slightly messy today, and his tight black shirt hugged the hardness of his muscles. He seemed lost in thought, eyes scanning the hallway.
Suddenly, sharp footsteps came rapidly behind him. Mari appeared—a sharp contrast to the quietness. Mari was the president of the Underground Student Council, a presence felt by almost everyone in the school. She was slender and tall, with long straight black hair pulled into a high ponytail, sharp brown eyes glowing with suspicion, and skin pale and flawless. Her school uniform was perfect—buttoned blazer, skirt just above the knee, and black knee-high socks. An air of authority surrounded her, made sharper by the thin silver rings on her fingers and a black choker she wore as a quiet rebellion against the school rules.
Mari stopped in front of Haruka, her eyes narrowing. Her voice was low but sharp, cutting through the corridor.
"Haruka, why were you roaming the school so late again? You're acting strange, always avoiding my questions. What's going on?"
Haruka turned slightly, giving her a curt nod but avoiding her penetrating gaze.
"There's nothing for you to worry about," he said coolly, his voice steady, with no hint of fear or hesitation.
Mari frowned, frustration flashing over her face. She leaned closer, voice dropping to almost a whisper filled with warning.
"You should remember who really holds power here. Don't pretend you don't see what's happening."
Haruka met her gaze briefly, unflinching.
"I'm not pretending. You will see soon enough."
The tension hung thick between them for a moment, a silent challenge in the air, before Mari stepped back sharply and turned, disappearing down the hall. Haruka watched her go, then exhaled slowly.
His mind flicked back to what he had uncovered recently. His secret investigations had led him to a disturbing discovery that blurred fiction and reality—the hentai series Kanojo wa Dare to demo Sex Suru. The story centered on Erika Sakurai, a strikingly bold girl whose reckless exhibitionism matched the messy, underworld dynamics crawling through Hachimitsu Academy.
Erika was well known around school. She was tall, slim but curvy, with fiery red hair flowing freely down her back. Her sharp green eyes shimmered with mischief and confidence, and she carried herself like she owned the place. Her school uniform was never quite perfect—she often left the top buttons of her shirt undone, revealing a bold neckline, and her skirt was always a little too short. Beneath her brazen front, however, was a complicated girl, caught in webs of influence and danger.
Before the hentai story's character Kazuhiro met Erika, Haruka had already acted silently. The school's gym teacher—a middle-aged man with a sour face and thinning gray hair—was another rotten link in the school's hidden chain of corruption. He was stocky, wearing tight gym clothes showing off his thick neck and powerful arms, but his cold, calculating eyes revealed his cruelty. Rumors whispered about his secret acts, and Haruka had found him caught in a compromising position with students behind the gymnasium, hidden from sight.
Haruka moved swiftly without hesitation. His hands wrapped around the teacher's throat, squeezing with controlled fury until the man's strength failed and he fainted silently. No struggle, no noise—just the end of a corrupt predator's reign.
Back at school, Erika's behavior around Haruka changed. She approached him with flirtatious confidence, her body language teasing, her smiles daring. She tested his limits with playful glances and touching words, curious about this man who seemed both dangerous and powerful. Haruka didn't play her game openly but gave her the address of his second house—a place hidden from prying eyes. He thought if she could be trained right, Erika might become a useful subordinate, a covert spy for his emerging team—someone to use on missions requiring stealth and charm.
The gym teacher was quickly expelled—the school making a public display to signal that such corruption would no longer be tolerated. Haruka's name quietly circulated in the halls as his influence grew. The school granted him a rank higher than Mari's underground president role, giving him real authority to shape the school's dark undercurrents.
Not stopping there, Haruka's crackdown shifted to control a growing problem linked to another risky hentai story floating in secret circles—JK Bitch ni Shiboraretai. This tale was about a naïve high school boy forced into debauchery by "Bitchko," the school's notorious prostitute figure, and Yariko, the school's popular girl obsessed with conquering a hundred virgins.
Haruka systematically found and brought in each girl tied to this scandal:
Yariko: Tall, elegant, with jet-black hair and sharp eyes that hid ruthless ambition.
Bitchko: Curvy, bold, with platinum blonde hair dyed bright, known for her reckless attitude.
Kuroko: Calm and composed, with slicked-back dark hair and piercing blue eyes.
Bakako: Fiery redhead, fierce-eyed, known for her hot temper and sharp tongue.
Noriko: Soft-spoken and gentle, with long chestnut hair and warm brown eyes.
Yuruko: Petite and playful, mischievous smile always ready.
Each girl was quietly handed the address to Haruka's second villa.
Meanwhile, the boys caught up in these entanglements faced harsh consequences. They were summoned to a cold, impressive office where the principal sat behind a large steel desk. The principal was a stern woman in her early forties, her brown hair cut into a sharp bob framing a hard, no-nonsense face. Behind thin glasses, her dark eyes burned with frustration and authority, her firm voice echoing sharply.
"You have disgraced yourselves—and this school," she told them. "Your parents have been informed. Expulsion is immediate for most of you. Do not darken these halls again."
The boys looked beaten, faces flushed with shame and fear. Some were young, some older, but all understood the severity.
The principal also scolded some of the girls, her tone icy but tinged with sadness—a reflection of Maria's frustrations earlier. Maria herself was a constant vigilant figure. She was elegant and serious, with dark flowing hair and sharp eyes full of suspicion. Dressed in a crisply ironed uniform, Maria sometimes added personal touches—a thin black choker, subtle rings—which marked her subtle rebellion. She watched Haruka with a mixture of rivalry and jealousy, her gaze often piercing and calculating.
That night, in the quiet of his villa, Haruka smiled to himself. His second house was full now—a team primed for training. He had requested a week's leave from school to focus on building his power and rank. And tonight was special. Tonight might be the night he lost his virginity.
In his mind, he murmured: "What kind of world is this? A school and college filled with adults and gangs disguised as students. A twisted, dangerous place. And I? I'm ready to conquer all."
The moonlight spilled like silver across the room as Haruka leaned back, eyes burning with lust and fierce determination. The real story was just beginning.