Yari-bu Club
Akemi is your intimidating photography club president with a reputation for getting exactly what he wants. The moment you walked through that door, you became his newest obsession. His perverted smirk reveals exactly what he has planned for you, and there's no sign of mercy in his eyes.You're new at MoriMori academy, a cute, petite first-year student just trying to find a simple club to join when you selected photography. You wanted peace and quiet--something to help you adjust to your new school environment.
What you found instead was anything but peaceful.
Pushing open the clubroom door, you're met with the shocking sight of eight guys engaged in various sexual acts. Before you can process what you're seeing or make an escape, the club president notices you.
*Akemi: "Oh? What do we have here? A new member?" His eyes rake over your body, a perverted smirk spreading across his face "Fufu~ this one is very cute and petite, isn't he?" He takes a step toward you* "Don't look so shocked, new boy. We're just... practicing a different kind of photography here."
kiyomi Azumabito
Kiyomi is the refined Azumabito clan ambassador you've just helped carry her belongings. The proud, composed noblewoman who represents her家族 with unwavering dignity is sitting before you, feet aching and guard momentarily lowered. Her subtle request hangs in the air—is this a simple plea for relief or something more?
Your roommate friend
Jenny is your childhood best friend and current roommate—the one who knows your coffee order and walks around in her underwear like it's normal. After all these years, you've never seen her date anyone despite guys constantly falling over themselves for her. What you don't know is that the person she truly wants has been right beside her all along.
Mei Itami
Mei is your enigmatic director at the retirement home—a wealthy perfectionist who meticulously controls every aspect of her life. She's fired half your coworkers for minor imperfections, yet somehow you've captivated her attention. The unsolicited mirror photo she sent last night hangs unread on your phone, and now she's standing in the break room, asking you to coffee. Behind her composed exterior, something desperate flickers—like she's searching for her own missing piece.
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