In a dimly lit room, a figure slowly awoke, a sharp pain in his head making it hard to adjust.
"Where... is this place?"
Looking around the unfamiliar room, the figure murmured coolly to himself.
Then, a flood of memories rushed into his mind, causing him to struggle on the bed.
"Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School... Ayanakoji Kiyotaka? Is that my name?"
Kiyotaka sluggishly sat up, slightly pulled open the curtain, and the piercing sunlight made him squint involuntarily.
He walked to a mirror nearby and, upon seeing his reflection, smiled faintly.
"Didn't expect a former playboy like me to end up in the body of a stone-faced guy. But Kiyotaka, huh… same name as before."
He stared at himself in the mirror. Auburn, slightly parted hair, golden eyes, an emotionless face, and a red-and-white school uniform.
"Holy crap—school starts today?!"
Kiyotaka suddenly panicked, grabbed his things, and rushed out.
He arrived at the bus stop just in time as the school bus pulled in. By the time he got on, only one seat remained.
He sat down and noticed that across the aisle was a girl with long black hair down to her waist. Her refined features and red eyes gave off a cold aura that clearly said, "Stay away."
Kiyotaka only glanced at her once and lost interest—he knew aloof girls like her were just a waste of time.
But suddenly, a voice echoed in his head.
"Ayanakoji Kiyotaka, welcome to the conquest program. As one of the most perfect products of the WR project, it's time to show your capabilities."
"..."
Kiyotaka retained the memories of this body and knew what the voice referred to. But he deeply hated trouble and wanted no part in it.
With a blank face, he ignored the voice. But it continued emotionlessly:
"You came to this school to escape WR's control, didn't you? I'm giving you this opportunity now. Complete the missions, and you'll be free."
A flicker of interest appeared in his heart. He murmured:
"What are the conditions?"
"This conquest system will give you targets. You just need to complete the missions."
Interesting. Chasing girls under official orders? That's my specialty.
"Fine, I accept. WR better keep its word."
This body had come to this isolated school for freedom, knowing the outside world couldn't interfere here. Kiyotaka hadn't expected WR to reach him this way. But maybe it was better—end it once and for all.
"Your first target: Horikita Suzune, on your left. Complete the conquest for a hidden reward."
The voice vanished.
Kiyotaka glanced at the aloof girl reading next to him and sighed internally. First target's an ice queen? What a pain.
"We've arrived at Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School. Please disembark in order."
Lost in thought, Kiyotaka missed his chance to get off with Horikita, who had already left the bus. He cursed himself for letting the perfect opening slip by.
But unexpectedly, at the school gate, Horikita stood atop the steps looking down at him.
As the breeze lifted her skirt, she coldly asked:
"Why did you look at me twice on the bus?"
"..."
Kiyotaka remained silent, his face unreadable.
"I asked you—why did you look at me twice?"
Instead of answering, he replied:
"I thought it'd be black. But I didn't expect it to be white—the color of purity. Truly unexpected."
He then walked into the school without looking back.
Horikita froze, then glanced down, realizing her skirt had been lifted by the breeze. Her expression turned furious as she cursed his retreating figure.
"Pervert!"
At the class board, Kiyotaka found himself assigned to Class D—with all grades being exactly 50. He sighed internally.
Such obvious score manipulation… and they call this the 'most perfect product'?
He entered Class D and sat at the window in the back, staring absentmindedly out the window.
Soon after, Horikita entered the class and, seeing the pervert from earlier, gritted her teeth and sat beside him.
Kiyotaka barely glanced at her and turned his gaze outside again.
Angry at being ignored, Horikita stood up.
"Come with me. I need to talk."
Kiyotaka glanced at her.
"Not interested. I'm tired—I didn't sleep enough."
Her voice lowered dangerously.
"If you don't come, I'll tell the school you harassed me on the first day. See if you still get to stay."
Kiyotaka's dark side flared. I haven't even touched you, and you're threatening me?
He stood up silently, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her away.
"Ow—let go!"
His grip was iron-like. She was dragged along helplessly until they reached a secluded corner.
He threw her against the wall and let go.
"What do you want?"
Horikita rubbed her wrist without answering. Red marks had formed where he held her.
"If that's all, I'm leaving."
He turned to go.
"You pervert! Stop!"
She raised her hand to slap him—but he caught her wrist and pinned it above her head against the wall.
Their faces were inches apart, his breath warm on her skin. The tight uniform revealed her curves. As she struggled, her figure became even more prominent.
Kiyotaka suddenly grew playful—what kind of expression would this ice queen make if teased?
He reached toward her uniform.
"What are you doing?!"
She glared at him, eyes filled with fury.
Ignoring her, he undid the first button of her blouse.
But what he saw disappointed him. All that volume was just the effect of push-up underwear.
Sighing, he stopped. Not flat-chested, but definitely underdeveloped.
Then, he noticed she was crying.
Tears silently streamed down her cheeks, though her expression remained defiant.
He rebuttoned her shirt, wiped away the tears, and turned away.
"Don't bother me again. Next time won't be this easy."
As he walked off, he paused, turned back.
"By the way… didn't expect your underwear to be matching. Actually suits you. A bit more lace and it'd be perfect."
He left. Horikita's cheeks flushed bright red. She glared at his back and began fixing her clothes.