Good morning

Kevin and Lia finally disentangled themselves, hands kept firmly at their sides as they prepared to leave.

They'd already lost too much time to their earlier chaos, and if they didn't hurry, they'd never make it to the academy on time.

Kevin stood in front of a mirror, reluctantly slipping into the clothes laid out for him—Kaori's clothes, he reminded himself, still struggling to reconcile this body with his mind.

First came the underwear: a pair of soft, pale pink panties with a delicate lace trim that hugged his hips, followed by a matching bra that cradled his new chest with an embarrassing snugness.

Over that, he pulled on a white blouse, its fabric thin and slightly sheer, buttoned up to a prim collar adorned with a small red bow.

A pleated navy skirt followed, short enough to brush the tops of his thighs, swaying with every awkward step.

Knee-high white socks and polished black loafers completed the look—cute, girlish, and utterly foreign to him.

He caught his reflection and winced: Kaori stared back, a picture-perfect schoolgirl with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

Lia, meanwhile, dressed with her usual effortless confidence.

She tugged on a fitted black tank top that showed off her toned arms, paired with high-waisted gray shorts that clung to her athletic frame.

Her blonde hair swung into a high ponytail, sharp and practical, and she slung a backpack over one shoulder, her posture relaxed and energetic.

Kevin grabbed a similar bag—pink, of course, with a cartoon cat charm dangling from the zipper—and trailed after her, his mind already churning.

From what he remembered of Lilith's Academy: Yuri Nights, the academy was the heart of the game's story—a sprawling, gothic campus where Kaori faced endless trials of seduction, dominance, and tangled relationships.

An idea sparked: if he could avoid the academy entirely, stay clear of its cast of characters, maybe he could escape the fate laid out for the main character.

No ropes, no teasing, no more losing himself to this body's urges.

He'd run at the first chance he got.

For now, though, he followed Lia, his steps heavy as they entered the academy grounds.

The building loomed ahead, all dark stone and arched windows, an imposing silhouette against the morning sky.

Inside, the halls buzzed with chatter, the air thick with perfume and the rustle of skirts.

Lia turned to him, her grin sly, and planted a quick, firm kiss on his lips.

"See you later, princess," she said, winking before sauntering off toward her own class.

Kevin stood there, stunned, as a detail clicked into place: she'd mentioned being a first-year earlier, meaning she was a year younger than Kaori—his junior.

His brow furrowed.

If she was his junior, what had he been doing at her house?

The question gnawed at him, but he shoved it aside, too overwhelmed to dwell on it now.

He glanced at the books in his bag—second-year textbooks, room 2-B scribbled on a schedule—and found his classroom down the hall.

He paused outside the door, peering in with a grimace.

The room was a sea of girls—fifteen, maybe twenty of them, all stunning in their own way.

Some lounged at their desks, legs crossed and skirts hiked up just enough to draw the eye; others laughed in tight-knit clusters, their voices bright and sharp.

It was an all-girls academy, every inch of it dripping with the kind of energy that made his stomach twist.

He didn't know a single name, but he could feel their presence like a weight—hot, vibrant, and dangerous.

Now's my chance, he thought.

Lia was gone, no one was watching.

He could slip out, ditch the academy, and never look back.

Silently, he turned, ready to bolt—only to freeze as a figure blocked his path.

She was a woman straight out of a fever dream: tall, curvy, her black pencil skirt hugging her hips like a second skin, accentuating every sway as she stood there.

Her blouse strained slightly over her generous chest, the top button undone just enough to hint at cleavage, and her dark hair fell in sleek waves past her shoulders.

She exuded a mature, commanding aura—milf-like, teacherly, and unmistakably predatory.

Her eyes, a piercing hazel, locked onto Kevin's, and she smiled, slow and sultry, her lips smacking faintly as she spoke.

"Good morning," she purred, her voice a velvet drawl laced with mischief.

She leaned down slightly, her height making him feel small, trapped, and her gaze lingered on him like she could see right through Kaori's cute little outfit to the panicked boy underneath.

Kevin's heart thudded.

Escape was slipping through his fingers, and this woman—whoever she was—looked ready to tighten the noose.