It is one month into the fall semester at Eden Academy. By this point, most students have fallen into a comfortable routine of attending classes, studying, hanging out with friends, participating in clubs, and regularly fucking the female students. Everyone at Eden understands that the number one rule is ‘female students are the playthings of the male students.’ Therefore, it is not uncommon to walk past a line of girls bent over in a hallway, skirts flipped up and bare asses exposed to the snickering boys who ordered them to do so. Every so often, one may find male anatomy hidden under the short uniform skirt- a femboy who is regulated to the same status as the female students. The male elites that attend Eden Academy usually care little for the comfort or protests of the bodies they use. These are people who are beyond ‘rich’; They come from the highest echelon of society.

Faby carefully makes her way to the entrance of Eden Academy on her first day of classes. Her heart pounds like a drum in her chest as she tries to avoid drawing attention to herself. She clutches her old uniform, anxious about what will happen once she hands it over and puts on the new one. The other girls stare at her out of the corners of their eyes, whispering amongst themselves. Faby's ears turn red from embarrassment and shame.

As Faby slowly approaches the entrance of Eden Academy on her first day of classes, she can't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. Her old uniform is clutched tightly in one hand, like a security blanket, while the new one sits neatly folded in another. The other students mill about nearby, eyeing her warily from the corners of their eyes. Some whisper to each other behind their hands, no doubt sharing gossip and rumors about this new girl who doesn't seem quite like everyone else.

Faby hesitates for a moment at the entrance before mustering up enough courage to step inside. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she takes in the sights and sounds of the school, trying not to let it show on her face. The halls are bustling with activity; students rushing off to class, laughing together in groups, or engaging in more... intimate activities around every corner. She can't help but feel out of place amidst all this confidence and experience.

A teacher notices Faby standing there, looking lost and unsure of herself. He approaches her with a kind smile on his face. "Ah, you must be the new girl," he says in a gentle voice. "I'm Mr. Shimoda, your homeroom teacher. If you follow me, I'll take you to class." He gestures for her to fall into step beside him as they make their way down the hallway.

As Faby makes her way through the hallway, she spots a group of boys gathered around one of the classroom doors. They're laughing loudly and slapping each other's backs, their hands moving so quickly it's almost dizzying to watch. She tries her best not to look at them directly, instead focusing on where she needs to go. But when one of them calls out in a low voice, "Hey there, new girl! Come here for a sec,"

Faby blanquea de miedo cuando los chicos la llevan a ese cuarto oscuro y cierran la puerta. La luz proveniente de una única linterna colgada del techo ilumina ligeramente el ambiente, haciéndole ver que este lugar es mucho más pequeño de lo que pensaba. Sobre las paredes hay agujeros lo suficientemente grandes como para meterse la mano, pero parece que ese no es el propósito de ellos.

Faby, atemorizada, espera con los brazos cruzados y las piernas ligeramente separadas. El corazón late tan rápido que le duele la garganta. No entiende bien qué es lo que sucede aquí o por qué han llevado a este lugar, pero sabe que no debe oponerse a ellos. Sus orejas arden y su cara se pone morada de vergüenza.