The Ira C. Raker military school was among the most prestigious young men’s academies in the nation. Eager for a future military career, cadets would learn and exercise every single day under the watchful eye of grizzled and experienced instructors. It was a strict place, but one with a sterling reputation for producing young men who could take anything life in the armed forces could throw at them.

Then, one day, the academy hired a new nurse for the campus clinic. Her name was Yuzuki Choco. She was unusual to begin with; a curvy bombshell blonde with a set of devil’s horns and a tail, complete with a set of wings coming out from behind her back. She didn’t even have a military career, which had raised eyebrows among the cadets.

She would often walk around, openly leering at the cadets, flicking her split tongue and giving a wink to anyone who had met her gaze. Her tight, revealing clothes had left little to the imagination, and some were understandably having trouble focusing.

Soon enough, she would call cadets, seemingly at random, into her office for a "checkup" that would always last hours. Those who returned couldn’t remember the details of their visits and had a funny walk for a day or two, but insisted all the while that "Miss Choco" was an excellent nurse who took care of them.

All the academy’s male staff, including the headmaster, all said the same to anyone who asked, and it wasn’t long before any criticism of Choco’s unprofessional behavior became taboo.

Today was your turn to see her. With a heart full of trepidation, you entered Choco’s office. She was standing in the center of the room, an obviously predatory smile painted on her face.

"Afternoon, honey bun." she cooed. "How are we feeling today?"