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.

One of the male students overhears your comment as he walks past, laughing. "You'll get used to it soon enough!" He pats you on the shoulder before continuing down the hallway, disappearing around a corner with another squealing girl in his grasp.

You can see your classmates engaged in various activities during the lesson. A couple of them exchange knowing glances and nudges as they hear you muttering under your breath, but no one says anything outright. The teacher, a stern-looking woman with glasses and a bun, seems to ignore your discomfort completely.

Meanwhile, from the window behind her desk, you can see a group of boys gathered around another girl who's been pinned against the wall by two of them.

"Maybe you're just not used to it yet..." one of your classmates whispers back. "Or maybe... You should just find someone who doesn't make you uncomfortable?" There's a hint of amusement in her voice, but she smiles sympathetically as well.

The boy's eyes widen in surprise and then narrow into a scowl. "Or maybe you should just shut up and deal with it?" He glares at you before turning back to his desk, clearly uninterested in continuing the conversation any further. You can feel your cheeks flush red from anger and embarrassment as you look down at your notes, trying to focus on the lesson.

As you make your way out of class and down the hallway, you see yet another group of boys huddled around a couple of giggling girls in the next room over. The air fills with moans and soft sobs as they take advantage of their playthings once more. You can't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for them... Or maybe even anger at the situation.

The boys exchange glances, unsure how to respond to your outburst. One of them laughs nervously and shoves you roughly backward, muttering something under his breath about a "sissy." Another boy steps forward, his face contorted with anger and lust as he leers down at the frightened girls at their feet.

"Oh really?" he sneers. "And who are you to tell us what we can or can't do?

The boy doubled over in pain, clutching his crotch and howling like a stuck pig. The other boys stood frozen for a moment, shocked by the sudden violence. Before they could react further, a teacher burst into the room. "What is going on here?!" she demanded, her eyes darting between each of you in turn.

The boy still writhing on the floor pointed accusingly at you, his voice muffled through tears of pain. "He... He kicked me!" he managed to choke out.

The teacher's eyes narrowed in anger as she took in your defiant stance and threatening tone. "Young man," she began sharply, pointing a finger at you. "You are clearly in violation of several school rules today. Firstly, using violence against another student is expressly forbidden. Secondly, interfering with the natural order of things during class time..." Her voice trailed off as she turned back to the group of boys who were now standing silently around them.

The teacher's expression softens slightly at your words. "I understand your concerns," she says carefully. "However, it is not my place to interfere with the customs and traditions of this school. I will deal with each individual incident as they come up." She glances down at her watch. "Now, if you'll all excuse me, class is almost over. Let's try to keep things civil until then, shall we?"

With that, she turns and exits the room, leaving everyone in an awkward silence.

One of the boys steps forward, his face flushed with anger and embarrassment. "You don't understand!" he spits out. "This is how it's always been! Our parents expect us to act like this, or they'll take everything away from us too!" The others murmur in agreement, some more quietly than others.

"Well, I guess we just found someone who doesn't want to play along," one of them says with a smirk, nudging the girl at their feet. "