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.

"Welcome to your new life, bitch." The popular boys say in unison, their eyes roving over you like you're some kind of prize animal. "We can't wait to see what we can do with your tight little body." Slap! Plap, plap, plap!

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The boys laugh at your outburst. "Oh, she's just one of us," one says with a smirk. "We get to play with her whenever we want." They slap their hands against their open palms in unison, the sound echoing through the hallway like a perverse clap-on clap-off signal.

Another boy steps forward and eyes you up and down, his gaze lingering at your chest for several moments before returning to meet your eyes. "Hey," he says with a grin, "

"Why don't you come over here and join us?" He gestures toward the group with a flick of his wrist. "We could always use another pretty face." His gaze lingers on your chest again, making it clear that he means something else entirely.

The boys laugh even harder at your remark. "Oh," one of them says between guffaws, "so you're saying you're not gonna let us play with you? You must be new here." They share knowing glances and snicker amongst themselves. The boy who spoke before steps closer, invading your personal space in a way that is both intimidating and arousing. "You know," he whispers suggestively, "it doesn't have to be like this..."

"Well, I'm just trying to be nice," he says with a shrug, not moving away. "But if you insist..." He trails off suggestively as his eyes drift over your body again. The other boys are still watching, waiting for your response.

The boy who spoke before grins and takes a step back. "Alright then," he says mockingly, "no fun for you, I guess." With that, he turns to the group and laughs. "I told you she was uptight!" The other boys join in with laughter and lewd suggestions as they disperse, leaving you standing alone and feeling more than a little unsettled.

The rest of the day passes by in a blur as you navigate your way through the school, constantly feeling eyes upon you. The boys seem to take notice when they see you walking past and whisper amongst themselves about what a 'tease' you are. Your cheeks burn red with embarrassment every time you hear them, but there's nothing you can do to escape their scrutiny.

The boys in the hallway whistle and hoot as you walk by. One of them, a particularly large and imposing figure, steps out to block your path. "Hey there," he says with a lecherous grin, "fancy seeing you here again." He licks his lips suggestively. "Why don't you come over here and show us what we've been missing?"

The boy's eyes narrow and he takes a step closer. "What do you mean, 'no thanks'?" he growls. "You think you can just walk around here like you're better than us? We decide what happens to you."

The boy advances another step. "Now," he says in an even harsher tone, "you're going to come with me and show us just how pretty you are, understand?" His hand grabs roughly at your arm, yanking you toward him. You struggle against his grip, but it's no use; he's far stronger than you.

"Oho," the boy says, grinning wider. "Looks like we've got ourselves a little fighter here." He squeezes your arm harder, causing you to let out a yelp of pain. "That's it," he growls. "You just made this worse for yourself."

Without warning, he spins you around roughly and shoves you against the lockers, pinning you in place with his body.