A private high school in Bunkyo Ward —
In May, Tokyo was already warming up. It was six o'clock in the evening, and the fading glow of the sunset stretched long shadows across the school buildings. From time to time, the chime of a school bell echoed through the grounds, lending the empty High school a faint sense of loneliness.
At this hour, the school was quiet and deserted. Somewhere nearby, the aroma of food drifted through the air, cruelly tempting empty stomachs. In such a large school, only a handful of sports club members remained on the field, still pushing themselves in preparation for the prefectural competition.
"So energetic!"
Unlike them, Kazuma Sato trudged across the track with a listless expression. Hearing a dull thud, he looked up just in time to see a baseball sail over his head, tracing a graceful arc before vanishing into the distance.
Ignoring the cheers behind him, Kazuma Sato left the field without looking back. He was so hungry that his stomach felt glued to his spine, leaving him no energy to care about anything else.
"The system is indicating that the target is in the classroom?"
Following the system's guidance, he climbed the stairs and arrived at the shoe lockers in the academic building. From his angle, he could see a strange, glowing marker ahead.
An exclamation mark hovered above it, next to a mysterious parchment scroll labeled "Wish List," though its contents were obscured by question marks.
Kazuma's emotions were conflicted—a strange mix of excitement and unease.
What unsettled him was the fact that he had transmigrated into this bizarre alternate world, where the path ahead seemed full of uncertainty. What reassured him was that he at least possessed a system, meaning the future might not be as hopeless as he had first feared.
This so-called "22nd Century Future Department Store" allowed him to obtain secret gadgets from the future. Doraemon's tools were legendary; merely hearing the name brought a sense of comfort. That alone was enough to give Kazuma confidence.
The system's functions were also refreshingly simple. Within the department store interface, lottery coins could be used to draw prizes and obtain rewards. There were two ways to acquire these coins. One involved wish lists—when a heroine's desires manifested as a list, completing those wishes would grant rewards.
The second method was even simpler: recycling items with supernatural properties would also generate coins for future draws.
"Sure, Doraemon represents dreams, but isn't this limited-edition version from another world a bit much? Even Doraemon himself would be scratching his head if he came here," Kazuma muttered, clutching his head as he stood before the shoe lockers.
His hunger quickly dragged Kazuma back to reality. He clutched his stomach and complained, "So I transmigrated, and all the system gave me was a student ID card? That's it? I still have to earn money myself in this world, don't I?"
Since this was a physical transmigration, there was naturally nothing else provided.
This body had been starving all day.
Kazuma Sato decided that satisfying his hunger was far more important than worrying about the future right now.
With a sigh, he followed the system's guidance, changed into indoor shoes, and headed up to the third floor. By this time, all the students had gone home, leaving only a few teachers working late in their offices. The corridor was so quiet that even the sound of his footsteps echoed as he walked, stopping only when he reached a closed classroom door.
The marker was inside.
Looking at the familiar classroom sign reading "Class 1-B," Kazuma Sato frowned. "This looks like my class. Could the owner of the wish list be one of my classmates?"
He used the word "looks" because he had been in this world for less than a day.
In the stillness, faint and unfamiliar sounds seemed to drift from inside the room.
Alright… I'll take a look.
A strange sense of unease welled up in his chest, but Kazuma's body moved faster than his thoughts. Before he could reconsider, he pushed the door open—and froze. The classroom was empty, the early summer breeze gently fluttering the curtains as golden sunlight streamed through the windows.
The light reflected off the desks and floor, bathing everything in warm hues. It also painted the disheveled girl inside with a soft crimson glow, like a masterpiece from ancient Greece. Why Greece? Because ancient Greek art often depicted people without clothes!
In the silent and empty classroom, there was only one girl... lying on a table with her school uniform undone, one hand massaging her full breasts and the other fondling her pussy as her underwear slipped between her legs.
Kazuma stood rooted to the spot, his right foot frozen mid-step, unable to move. He stared at the scene in disbelief. The girl's voice also abruptly cut off, and she stared back at Kazuma in similar shock.
Clearly, neither of them had expected anyone else to be here.
They locked eyes, and time itself seemed to freeze. After a few seconds, Kazuma Sato slowly withdrew his foot, his gaze briefly sweeping over his classmate. Although the system displayed exclamation marks above the girl's head, Kazuma Sato pretended not to notice and deliberately looked away. "Huh? Why did I even come back to the classroom?"
"Sorry to disturb you. Goodbye."
Bang!
He closed the sliding classroom door expressionlessly, then turned and walked away.
This was outrageous—absolutely outrageous! A classmate secretly doing something like this after school, and he had walked in on it! Was this really what this degenerate world was like?
In that moment, Kazuma truly felt the reality of this world. "Sigh… I really have ended up in a bizarre world." He quickened his pace, as if something were chasing him from behind.
"Wait! Wait a second!"
The girl inside finally snapped out of her shock. She hurriedly fixed her clothes and dashed after Kazuma, her face burning red. She had never imagined being caught by a classmate like this.
The exposure of her secret felt like a meteor crashing down from the sky—utterly catastrophic.
Though she desperately wanted to cover her face and flee, she knew stopping this secret from spreading was far more important. No—what secret spreading? She had to explain herself clearly!
"Kazuma Sato, wait!" Kanna Hiiragi caught up from behind and spread her arms to block Kazuma's path, her expression flustered. "It's not what you think! Y-you have to let me explain—!"
Her face was beautiful, especially now that it was flushed with embarrassment. Her uniform was slightly disheveled, one button fastened crookedly, giving her an oddly captivating charm.
Her legs trembled faintly beneath her pleated skirt, as though she were forcing herself to stay upright.
Kazuma was forced to stop. Wearing an innocent expression, he greeted her naturally. "Oh? Kanna Hiiragi-san. Sorry—I didn't hear you just now. Why aren't you home yet? Why are you still at school?"
"…"
Meeting Kazuma's clear, innocent gaze, suspicion crept onto Kanna Hiiragi's pretty face. "You saw it, didn't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Kazuma replied, eyes full of confusion. "Hiiragi-san, did we just meet?"
"…"
He was clearly pretending to be stupid.
"I know you saw it! It's not what you think, I was just—" In her panic, Kanna Hiiragi grabbed Kazuma's sleeve, nearly pulling him off balance before Kazuma quickly shook her hand away.
"Hey! Don't get my clothes dirty!"
"How are they dirty?! I wiped them clean with a handkerchief!" Kanna Hiiragi's face turned even redder. She stomped her foot in frustration, then suddenly realized what she had said and shouted, "Kazuma Sato! You still dare claim you didn't see it?!"
"…"
Kazuma stared at her the way one might look at a pervert. "I already gave you a way out, and you still want me to say it? Fine, I admit it—I saw you. I just didn't expect Kanna Hiiragi to be so pretty… or such a pervert."
Why is my very first wish list connected to such an obsessively strange female classmate?
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[image] Kanna Hiiragi