Shuchiin Academy. An elite institution spanning kindergarten through university, the default choice for every scion of wealth and privilege.
Generations of corporate heirs had walked through its gates as children and never left until they held degrees.
Fujiwara Toyomi was one of them.
Elder sister to Fujiwara Chika, a second-year in the high school division, Toyomi was currently enrolled in the university wing. Their youngest sibling, Fujiwara Moeha, was already making a name for herself in the middle school division.
When Toyomi stepped out of her sleek black sedan, every pair of eyes in the university courtyard swiveled toward her.
The reason was simple: the view was spectacular.
The Fujiwara sisters were famous for their figures. Chika's curves alone were enough to make her best friend Shinomiya Kaguya grind her teeth in secret envy.
But Toyomi, as the eldest, elevated the word "explosive" to an entirely new plane of existence.
"Voluptuous" didn't begin to cover it. Her uniform strained across her chest like fabric contemplating surrender, one deep breath away from catastrophic failure.
She'd barely taken a few steps when a familiar silhouette caught her eye. Her face lit up and she waved.
"Chisa!"
The girl with cropped orange hair turned around.
Kotegawa Chisa. First-year in Shuchiin's university division, and one of Toyomi's closest friends.
Her style leaned androgynous: sharp, clean-cut features paired with that no-nonsense short hair. And yet her body told a completely different story, all curves and contour.
The contradiction fused into something uniquely magnetic.
Chisa waved her over. Toyomi broke into a little jog and latched onto her arm.
"Where are we going after school today?"
Her arm sank into an alarming amount of softness.
Chisa rolled her eyes.
Honestly, her own figure was nothing to scoff at. Years of competitive diving had sculpted her into sleek, toned lines. But standing next to this particular friend, she wasn't even in the same weight class.
She extracted her arm with practiced nonchalance. "Diving club has practice today. Can't hang out."
"Whaaaat? Why not?"
Toyomi's face crumpled into the expression of a puppy left at the shelter. Those wide, dewy eyes could have melted the resolve of any man alive.
A flicker of weakness crossed Chisa's face. She snapped her gaze away before it could take root. One more second of that look and she'd cave.
Right on cue, another voice burst in, bright and loud.
"Hey! Chika! Toyomi!"
Every male head in the vicinity whipped around. Collective swallowing ensued.
The girl bounding toward them had a shock of cropped silver hair. The fitted short-sleeve shirt she wore outlined a figure whose sheer "firepower" rivaled even Toyomi's.
The kicker? She was barely five feet tall, built like a middle schooler from the neck down if you ignored the two glaring exceptions. The contrast was, frankly, lethal.
Uzaki Hana. First-year in Shuchiin's university division, and the third member of their little trio.
The silver-haired girl crashed headlong into Toyomi's embrace. Their respective assets collided with a muffled thud that could only be described as a flesh-on-flesh shockwave.
"Will you two knock it off?!" Chisa's expression went flat with exasperation.
Are they showing off in front of me on purpose?
Hana released Toyomi with a grin, then perked up as something crossed her mind. "Oh, right. Did you guys hear about what happened in the high school division yesterday?"
The mood shifted instantly. Both Toyomi and Chisa tensed.
"You mean... the boy who killed his classmate?" Toyomi's voice came out thin and unsteady.
She'd heard about it from her sister. The idea that something so horrific could happen at a place like Shuchiin had shaken her badly. Thank god the guy wasn't in Chika's class.
Chisa pressed her lips together, the lingering unease plain on her face.
The three of them continued toward the lecture building, voices low as they talked it over.
Halfway there, they noticed a large crowd gathered off to the right. The noise was impossible to ignore.
"Hm? What's going on over there?" Chisa frowned.
Toyomi stood on tiptoe to peer over heads. "Isn't that... the veterinary department's livestock pens?"
"Let's go look! Come on!" Hana was already sprinting toward the commotion.
Curiosity was hardwired into her DNA. She'd never met a spectacle she could resist.
Toyomi and Chisa exchanged a weary glance. They knew this girl. There was nothing to do but follow.
By the time all three had shouldered their way through the wall of bodies and gotten a clear view past the fence, they froze.
Inside the yard, every animal the veterinary students cared for, dogs, sheep, cattle, had been herded together into a single group. Nobody could tell how.
And in the center of that menagerie stood a boy.
The very one they'd just been discussing: Makoto Nishikado.
The university students ringing the fence had gone pale. Not a single one had expected the guy who'd publicly killed someone yesterday to stroll into the busiest part of campus the very next morning like he owned the place.
But the truly shocking part?
He hadn't come alone.
His right hand gripped a bound, middle-aged man by the collar, dangling him like a dead dog.
"Is that... Professor Akizuki?" Hana squinted. Recognition dawned.
Akizuki Kouzou. Chemistry instructor in Shuchiin's university division.
Hana's brow furrowed. She got along with most teachers and students, but this man had always been the exception.
Every time she sat in his lectures, his eyes wandered over her like flies on meat. It made her skin crawl.
Then Makoto dropped him.
Kouzou hit the dirt with a meaty slap. In his left hand, pulled from seemingly nowhere, Makoto held something that looked like a spray bottle. He waved it in front of the crumpled man with a pleasant smile.
"This stuff you cooked up... does it work on animals too?"
The canister was the hormone spray from the original story, Akizuki Kouzou's own invention.
The realization hit Kouzou mid-faceplant. Every drop of color drained from his skin. He thrashed against his bindings, screaming.
"No! You... you can't do this! You can't!"
Makoto's smile widened, playful and cold.
"I Absolutely can."
He raised the canister, aimed it at the dogs, cattle, and pigs he'd gathered, and pressed.
A pale pink mist bloomed through the air.
In an instant, Toyomi and the others watched in horror as the animals' eyes flooded crimson. Their breathing turned harsh and ragged, bodies trembling with frenzied arousal.
Then something below each of them began to swell. Visibly. Rapidly.
They were only animals, but Toyomi and Hana, sheltered as they were, couldn't stop the blood from rushing to their faces. They looked away on pure reflex.
The next second, a sharp riiiiip cut through the noise.
Makoto had torn Kouzou's dress pants clean off.
The slightly wrinkled, middle-aged junk beneath was now on full display, exposed to the open air.
And to the attention of every frenzied animal in the yard.
To their maddened eyes, that bare flesh radiated an irresistible allure.
"NOOOOO!!!"
Kouzou's shriek tore across the Shuchiin campus sky.
Every university student present snapped their heads away in unison.
Some things were simply too much, even for the morbidly curious.
And yet, more than a few of the bolder ones quietly slipped out their phones, aimed at the yard, and faithfully recorded every "exquisite" moment for posterity.