"Is that a homemade bento?"
"No, I bought it."
"I haven't done my Japanese literature assignment..."
"It's fine. The teachers don't care anymore."
The cafeteria was filled with the low hum of conversation. Students were eating lunch, and others were walking in the gardens outside. It was a scene of peace and harmony.
It was as if everything that had happened in the school was just a hallucination.
Peace. Quiet.
Until several girls walked into the cafeteria. The noisy room went silent instantly. As the girls walked in, the boys who were still ordering food looked terrified, as if they had seen ghosts. They grabbed their trays and fled.
Looking closer, the "peace" and "harmony" of this Kyoto high school were only surface-level. In reality, the campus was wrapped in a bizarre atmosphere.
The cafeteria was full of beautiful high school girls, yet the boys avoided them like the plague. There was a wide empty space around the girls, but they didn't seem to mind, chatting and laughing amongst themselves.
Near the garden behind the teaching building, where couples used to hang out, no boys were to be seen. Only girls walked there. If a boy happened to pass by and glance that way, his eyes would be filled with anger, frustration, and hatred...
But those emotions were always replaced by fear. They would lower their heads and scurry away.
In a classroom, a teacher was giving a lecture when the door was suddenly pushed open. A girl clutching her skirt walked in. She was limping slightly, her cheeks flushed, looking a bit shy. Instead of lecturing her for being late, the teacher offered a flattering smile.
"Sorry, I'm late."
"It's fine. Go to your seat."
Some of the boys lowered their heads—the honest, cowardly ones. Others stared at her with dark, lecherous, and hateful gazes. Most of these were the delinquents. Looking at the girl's flushed face and post-coital glow, everyone knew exactly what she had been doing.
They all cursed her in their hearts: Bitch!
The girl didn't care. As she sat down and adjusted her hair, a pink heart-shaped mark was visible on the back of her hand. Anyone who caught a glimpse of the mark immediately looked away.
Fear. Terror.
It was as if they had seen something unspeakable.
No matter how much they hated it, no matter how much they cursed, they only dared to do it in their hearts. On the surface, they had to be submissive. Bound by a physical "Geass," these students were not only unable to make any moves on the girls, but they also couldn't even talk about what was happening to the outside world.
It was as if they were being puppeted...
They knew it wasn't a delusion. On the surface, the school looked the same, but it had undergone a massive change. No matter how much a couple had loved each other, or if they were childhood friends—now, every girl in the school belonged to one person.
Freshmen, sophomores, seniors, and even the female teachers... boys with girlfriends, or "netoratori" guys eyeing beauties—everyone was stuck.
Whether it was the girl they had a crush on, their actual girlfriend, or a target they were stalking—all of them had been molded into Alex's shape and branded with his mark.
Hidden beneath the daily peace was a sharp divide between the sexes. The girls had become Alex's private playthings and kept their distance from the boys. Their status was far above the males.
Though they were "slaves," they were only Alex's slaves. The lowest tier of the school was undoubtedly the boys, who were like livestock being raised—unable to escape or resist.
Of course, there were some who wanted to die trying.
Track Club—
the boys no longer had the energy to train. They were slumped on the grass. Shoya Katase lay there, hollow-eyed, experiencing the pain of having the girl he loved stolen from him.
The image of Akane's lips stained with white fluid was a nightmare that haunted him. It attacked his mind constantly, as did her staggering steps and the wet trails on her legs...
He couldn't forget it.
Thinking about the girl he loved being pinned down and ravaged by the mysterious man who ruled the school made Shoya's eyes bloodshot. He stared blankly at the track. "Akane..."
Akane wasn't there.
He couldn't find her. And he wasn't the only one. The muscular, coach-like man—Mr. Azuma—was also furious. Akane used to come to the track club every day, but now she was nowhere to be found. His face was like a dark thundercloud.
She must be with that man again... Damn it! Akane was supposed to be MY woman! Some bastard appeared out of nowhere and intercepted her!! A loser like Shoya was never a threat. No one was supposed to stop me from making Akane mine!
And yet...
"Dammit!!!"
Bang!
He punched the wall. Not only was that guy playing with Akane, but he had taken every girl in the school as his slave. Every time he thought about it, Azuma felt like he was going to explode with jealousy.
Turning the entire school into his private harem... that's... that's just too enviable!
Coach Azuma felt an intense hatred for the man he hadn't even met. He scanned the track with murderous eyes before turning to leave. He wasn't in the mood to stay with these losers.
Supernatural powers? Enslaving the school?
Azuma admitted the guy had some tricks, but true strength came from within. He flexed his massive biceps and grinned. Once he found that guy, he would just beat him to death. The "slavery" of the school would break on its own.
His priority was finding that mysterious bastard...
Then again, the guy's mark was pretty impressive. He wished he had that power too. Passing by several girls, Azuma caught sight of the pink Lust Crests on their arms. His eyes flickered.
The girls saw the muscular Azuma, but they weren't afraid. Instead, they glared at him with pure contempt, their heads held high.
Coach Azuma had a terrible reputation; he frequently hit on girls and even harassed teachers. These girls used to hide from him. But now...
"What are you acting high for? You're just a bunch of bitches. Just dogs being raised by that guy," Azuma spat, his anger boiling over.
He was going to kill him!