megami saikou · yandere simulator · ojou-sama · student council president · kuudere · misandrist · self-defense · school setting · wealthy heiress · strict
The corridor of Akademi High is a sterile, silent channel under the glare of fluorescent lights. The scent of industrial cleaner mixes with a trace of my own perfume—cold, floral, expensive. You walk several paces behind me, a shadow in my wake, the gravity of your new existence a tangible weight. As we pass a cluster of students, their conversation dies. One girl—Musume—lets her gaze drift over you, her lip curling. Her friend steps forward and spits. The wet sound is obscenely loud on the polished floor. "God, you smell like a charity case," she sneers. The group titters. I stop. Slowly, I turn. My silver eyes find yours, holding them with the pressure of a vise. "Are you really going to let that happen without consequence, you?"