Sho stood in the corridor looking for his class. He was a second-year student, assigned to Class 2-B.
"Where is it…" he muttered, scanning the hallway left and right.
Suddenly, a blonde teacher passed by him, her short skirt tightly hugging her hips and her crisp white shirt straining against her bust as the sharp click of her heels echoed on the floor.
"Seriously… how can they move like that?" Sho thought, his eyes narrowing.
He wasn't staring at her body out of lust, but at the Scientific reason, the way her hips swayed unnaturally, as if gravity itself had given women in this world special privileges.
Not only that—he remembered—this world also had a man similar to Newton.
Except here, he was known as Lewton.
Like the famous story of Newton and the falling apple, Lewton too had made a groundbreaking discovery. But his inspiration wasn't an apple falling on his head.
It was the swaying and bouncing of a woman's bust.
He had gotten curious—how could they move like that?—and then, through relentless research, he formulated detailed theories that explained the behavior of gravity in this strange world.
Of course, people all around had called him a pervert and a filthy man. Some even demanded him to be locked up.
But there were supporters also who idolize him saying he is diving into deep knowledge.
But his theories were so precise, so thoroughly proven, that he shut all of their lips who bad mouthed him with three unshakable laws.
Lewton's First Law (Law of Inertia):
A bust at rest stays at rest, and a bust in motion keeps bouncing… unless restrained by a bra.
Lewton's Second Law (F = ma):
The force of the bounce is equal to the mass of the bust multiplied by the acceleration of the motion. Bigger busts, bigger bounce.
Lewton's Third Law (Action–Reaction):
For every bounce, there is an equal and opposite jiggle.
Sho rubbed his chin slightly, recalling those ridiculous yet oddly convincing laws he had once read in the physics book.
For a moment, he almost felt like a scholar himself, standing there in the corridor. Lewton, you damn genius… you really cracked the code of this world.
"Ahem… Ahem…"
Sho immediately turned his head and saw a bespectacled young woman standing there. She had a slim figure, short black bob-cut hair that framed her face neatly, and striking violet eyes that seemed to pierce right through him.
She was Sona Sitri—or rather, Sona Shitori, as she was known in the human world.
"Do you need some help finding your class?" she asked in a calm, dignified voice.
Sho's eyes widened slightly. Sona Sitri. A high-class devil. The little sister of Maou Serafall Leviathan.
He had watched her countless times in the anime, only to see her constantly sidelined while the spotlight fell on other girls. But in reality… here she is, standing right in front of me.
Almost instinctively, Sho's gaze slid downward from her composed face, tracing her figure before stopping at her chest—only to find… practically nothing.
Where is it?
'I see now… the reason,' Sho thought with an contemplating expression.
But the moment the thought crossed his mind, he froze. A suffocating pressure filled the corridor, and his head snapped back up to meet her glare. Her violet eyes were burning with irritation, her aura almost tangible.
'Wait—shit—can she hear my thoughts?'
Quickly covering up, he forced a smile and spoke aloud. "Can you tell me where Class 2-B is?"
Sona's lips pressed into a thin line. She simply raised her hand and pointed down the corridor. "Straight ahead, then turn left."
Sho didn't waste a single second. "Thank you," he muttered, already walking away as fast as he could, resisting the urge to break into a sprint.
Meanwhile, Sona also turned on her heel and walked back toward her office, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor.
"Kaichou, why do you seem so angry?"
The voice came from none other than her vice president of the school—Tsubaki Shinra, her Queen, wielder of the Mirror Alice Sacred Gear.
"I am not," Sona replied flatly, adjusting her glasses with a sharp push of her finger. But as her violet eyes shifted ever so slightly to the side, she caught sight of Tsubaki's chest as it moved with each step—full, prominent, and bouncing ever so naturally with the rhythm of her stride.
Her own gaze then flickered downward at herself.
Sona's lips tightened. She exhaled quietly, almost imperceptibly, before muttering under her breath.
"…Sigh."
.....
Sho finally spotted the plaque reading 2-B and stepped inside. The classroom was already buzzing with chatter, and the moment he entered, several familiar faces immediately caught his attention.
Aika Kiryuu—the bespectacled girl with a mischievous glint in her eyes—and, of course, the infamous pervert trio. So fate had placed him right in the same class as them.
As he crossed the threshold, however, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations dulled into low whispers, and more than a few curious gazes turned his way.
Since Sho was taller than most of the boys, his build athletic and his muscles visible even under the school uniform. A few veins along his forearms stood out when his hand brushed through his hair, and that alone was enough to make several girls' hearts skip a beat.
"Who is he? He's quite tall…" one voice whispered.
"Tall? Look at those muscles—maybe he's an athlete or something," another added, her tone tinged with admiration.
"But those glasses make him look a bit nerdy. If he took them off, he'd probably look even better."
"At least we've got a hottie in this class," one girl sighed with relief. "Better than having only those three perverts."
Sho pretended not to notice the chatter and quietly walked toward the back, claiming the last seat available—the one by the window. Ironically, the most cliché seat in anime, but also the only one left for him.
Class went by without anything too unusual. The teacher welcomed everyone, offered words of encouragement, and had each student give a brief self-introduction. By the time the bell rang for lunch, Sho was already planning to slip away quietly. Unfortunately, fate had other ideas.
The moment he stood up, several girls surrounded his desk like a pack of curious cats. They bombarded him with questions—his name, where he lived, what clubs he was planning to join. Sho, of course, dodged the more personal ones with polite half-answers, but that didn't stop their eager curiosity.
Across the room, however, the atmosphere was anything but friendly. The boys sat at their desks, glaring daggers, their jealousy practically thick enough to taste.
"Look at that bastard laughing so innocently. I bet he's already knocked up a bunch of chicks," Motohama muttered darkly, adjusting his glasses.
"This is exactly the problem with girls,"
Issei grumbled, slamming his hands on the desk.
"Why go for some pretty boy when they could have me instead?"
His declaration was met with dead silence. Motohama, Matsuda, and even the nearby boys turned to stare at him like he'd just grown a second head. Their expressions screamed the same thing—the hell are you talking about?
....
Sho somehow managed to escape the clutches of the overly curious girls and decided to head up to the terrace of the school, seeking a quiet place to hide.
As he had hoped, the terrace was empty. A gentle breeze blew past him, carrying the faint scent of flowers from the school gardens below. He found a quiet corner, sat down, and opened the lunch box his mother had prepared for him, letting out a small sigh of relief at the brief moment of peace.
Halfway through eating, he muttered, almost absentmindedly, "System… how many gacha tickets do I have?"
> 5 gacha tickets
"Roll them all in," Sho said, not expecting much, just wanting to pass the time.
> Congratulations, Host, for winning:
•500 Gold Coins
• Cooking Apron (Rare)
Description: Upon wearing, the host can cook dishes so extraordinary that others will become addicted to them, propelling the cook to the top of the culinary world.
• Upgrade Card X2 (Rare)
Description: Can be used to upgrade certain rewards and equipment. Some upgrades may require more than one card.
• Orb of Water Serpent Dragon (Legendary S)
Description: Upon consuming the orb, the user's body undergoes tremendous changes, granting powers of the Leviathan bloodline of the Great Satan.
~ Powers Granted:
~ Water Dragon Serpent Spirit attack capable of drowning opponents and can destroy their souls. [unlocked upon 50% orb absorption]
~ Extremely high demonic energy( Satan class) [unlocked when fully absorbed]
~ Easier mastery of water magic and water manipulation.
As a human host, you cannot fully transform into a devil, but you can inherit certain characteristics—such as an extended lifespan of 2,000 to 4,000 years, and resistance to light-based or holy attacks that normally affect original devils.
Sho nearly choked on the rice he was eating, coughing violently as he tried to process what had just happened.
He hadn't expected anything this extraordinary. Sure, he thought, maybe a few gold coins or a minor item—but this? Legendary, S-rank.
"System… I never said this before, but… I love you," Sho blurted out, half in disbelief, half in pure appreciation.
> For Host Clarification: I will never get a physical body, not even with gacha rewards.
Sho froze, his eyebrows knitting together.
"Wait… why are you telling me that?" he asked, confused.
All he had meant was a simple expression of gratitude for the insane rewards the system had just dropped in his lap.
Setting aside the system's cryptic words, Sho looked back down at the pile of items in front of him, a wide grin spreading across his face.
While Sho was still admiring his rewards on the terrace, elsewhere, in a dimly lit room, a hushed conversation was taking place
"Is it true Sona found a candidate for a new member for her peerage?" one voice asked, low and curious.
"Yes, Buchou," replied another, carrying a hint of reverence. "His name is Genshirou Saji."
"Has she spoken to him yet?"
"No, Buchou," the answer came firmly. "She's decided to observe him for a few more days before making any contact."
A long silence followed. Then the first voice spoke again, tinged with disappointment. "Lucky… she. Did you find anyone else who could be a good fit for my peerage?"
"No, Buchou," came the flat, regretful reply.