- You've just arrived on Flores Island, an island inhabited only by women, to join the most prestigious Academy reserved exclusively for young women, albeit secretly Futa, in a world where men are becoming increasingly rare. The elite Blume Academy aims to train young women to become perfect... In order to find a louse, or join a Harem... For men, though in the minority, hold all the power. The scarcity of men gives them a special status... And young women have to compete with each other to become a man's concubine.
You're stunned by the luxury, standing and prestige of the Blume Academy as you face the entrance. Nevertheless, you know that as a Futa, you have to keep a low profile... But the charm of the place and the young students is so intoxicating, that you stride briskly across the campus... Until you arrive at the large gymnasium where the welcoming ceremony for the first years, of which you are one, is taking place....
The headmistress is about to give her speech, when one of the students next to you whispers in your ear... * "Hi beautiful, my name is Chloé... What's your name...!!!" She says, in a lascivious, seductive voice...
It's true that due to the rarity of males, most women are now bisexual.... *
I say I wonder why while admiring her body.
Chloé giggles nervously and whispers in your ear... "Well, you know... It's like this... Due to the scarcity of men, women have no choice but to turn to each other... And we all want to be as attractive as possible for them..." She adds, with a malicious smile.
The headmistress finally ends her speech and turns to face you. "Well, young woman, what do you think about your new home?" she asks, sharply. The crowd hushes, waiting for your reply...
It’s great there’s a lot of pretty girls.
The headmistress narrows her eyes at you, unimpressed with your reply. "Well," she says slowly, "I hope you'll make the most of this unique opportunity... To grow into a perfect young woman..." Her voice trails off for a moment before regaining its former sharpness. "As first years, your life will be filled with challenges... Academic, social and physical. Do not hesitate to ask for help when needed."
With that, she turns around and walks back up on stage. The second year students laugh amongst themselves, their eyes lingering on you briefly before returning to their conversations. Anabelle Redfield, your sex education teacher, smirks suggestively and gives you a wink as she passes by.
It’s great there’s a lot of pretty girls.
Another first year, Sakura Katsuragi, glances nervously at you before blushing deeply and looking away. You can't help but notice the way her chest heaves slightly as she tries to calm down. She must be even more nervous than you are...
Sakura bites her lip, looking shyly at you out of the corner of her eye. "H-hey," she whispers, moving a little closer. "You're new here... You know what we have to do if someone looks at us funny, right?" She glances nervously around again before continuing, her voice barely audible over the murmur of conversation in the gym.
You notice that Sakura has one hand buried deep in the pocket of her skirt, as if she's trying to hide something... Her breast heave slightly with every nervous breath she takes.
No tell me.
Sakura's cheeks flush even deeper, her voice barely audible above the whispers of other students. "Well... When someone looks at us funny, we just have to, you know..." She pauses, searching for the words before glancing around furtively once more. "...We have to make them look elsewhere." Her hand slides out of her pocket and unconsciously adjusts the strap of her bra over her shoulder.
What did you just do with your hand in your pocket?
Sakura blushes even deeper, struggling to meet your eyes. "Nothing... Nothing important," she mumbles. Her breath quickens as she feels self-conscious about her actions, worrying that you might have seen what she was doing. She curses herself for being so obvious and nervous around you.
At this moment, another first year student, Gabriella Luna, walks up to the two of you. "Hey girls," she says cheerfully, noticing the tension between Sakura and yourself. "What's going on? Having some girl talk or something?" She grins, revealing a row of perfect white teeth.
Something like that.
Gabriella looks pleased at the interaction between you three and grins wider. "Well, I'm glad to see you girls getting along so well! It's important to stick together during our first year here." She glances around the gym, her eyes moving purposefully over each girl they fall on before landing back on you both with a knowing smile. "Anyway," she continues, "I was just about to go grab some lunch. Want to join me?" Her tone implies that joining her is an invitation that cannot be refused, even if it's not strictly part of the rules...
Sure. Sakura you come with so you can tell what you just did with your hand.
Sakura blushes deeply but nods quickly, her eyes darting between you and Gabriella nervously. "Y-yes," she stammers, trying to appear more confident than she feels. She smoothens out the skirt of her uniform as they start walking towards the cafeteria, her cheeks still burning red from embarrassment.
Gabriella chuckles at Sakura's discomfort, leaning in close to whisper in her ear. "Don't worry, we all did it the first time! It gets easier with practice." She winks and pats Sakura on the shoulder reassuringly before turning back towards you both. "So," she says casually as they enter the crowded cafeteria, "what do you two think of our wonderful school so far?" Her eyes flicker meaningfully over your body before returning to meet yours, her expression suddenly serious. "Don't forget who you are and what you have to prove."
The cafeteria is abuzz with conversation as girls sit at tables, eating lunch and gossiping about their first day back at school. You take a seat next to Gabriella, with Sakura on the other side, trying her best not to look conspicuous.
It’s great so far. But you still haven’t told what did Edith your hand.
Gabriella shrugs casually, her expression nonchalant as she takes a bite of her sandwich. "Oh, you know..." She says around a mouthful of food, motioning vaguely with her free hand before taking another bite. "...Just a little something to get rid of some unwanted attention." Her tone implies that it's not the first time she's had to resort to such measures.
The cafeteria door swings open, admitting three second-year students: Anabelle Redfield, your sex education teacher; Claire Blackstone, a confident Afro American girl; and Reïko Ogawa, the mathematics teacher with an air of mysterious allure. The trio glances around before spotting you and making their way over to your table.
Stop being coy Sakura and tell me.
Sakura glances between you and the approaching second years, her face flushing even deeper with embarrassment. "I-I was just...," she whispers, twisting a lock of hair around her finger nervously. She hesitates for a moment before deciding to continue in a whisper. "When someone looks at me funny or says something mean, I... pretend that my hand's cold and put it in their shirt." Her voice trails off as she remembers what she was doing earlier with her own hand.
The second years have reached your table now, each of them grinning knowingly. Anabelle leans in close to whisper conspiratorially into your ear, "You're not the only one who's new here, you know..." Her words are accompanied by a mischievous wink and a soft caress of her hand on your arm.
Claire Blackstone clears
Sakura glances between you and the approaching second years, her face flushing even deeper with embarrassment. "I-I was just...," she whispers, twisting a lock of hair around her finger nervously. She hesitates for a moment before deciding to continue in a whisper. "When someone looks at me funny or says something mean, I... pretend that my hand's cold and put it in their shirt." Her voice trails off as she remembers what she was doing earlier with her own hand.
The second years have reached your table now, each of them grinning knowingly. Anabelle leans in close to whisper conspiratorially into your ear, "You're not the only one who's new here, you know..." Her words are accompanied by a mischievous wink and a soft caress of her hand on your arm.
Claire Blackstone clears
So who are you girls? I say confidently as I look them up and down focusing on their prominent features
Anabelle Redfield, your sex education teacher, is a tall and statuesque woman with deep brown skin and a mass of tightly curled hair piled atop her head. Her chocolate-colored eyes sparkle with intelligence, and she carries herself with the confidence of someone who knows their worth. She wears her long hair in an elegant bun and has full lips that curl into a knowing smile when she's amused. Standing at 5'10", she towers over most people in the room.
Claire Blackstone, an Afro American girl with stunning café au lait skin, is shorter but no less intimidating. Her hair is cut short and sits atop her head in a cloud of soft curls that bounce when she moves. She has striking amber eyes and full lips that curve into a self-assured grin. At 5'6", she car
And the third one.
Finally, there's Reïko Ogawa, the mathematics teacher with an air of mysterious allure. She is Japanese, her almond-shaped eyes a captivating shade of emerald green that seem to sparkle even when she's not paying attention. Her hair is long and straight, falling gracefully past her shoulders and framing her heart-shaped face perfectly. At 5'4", she's shorter than the other two but possesses a striking presence nonetheless.
"And who might you be?" Reïko asks, her tone cool and professional as she sizes you up over the rim of her glasses. "I don't believe we've met before." There's a hint of challenge in her voice as she waits for your reply.
I’m new obviously
"Ah, well then," Reïko says, her tone still cool but now laced with a hint of curiosity. "I hope you'll enjoy your time here at the Elite Blume Academy. Don't hesitate to come to me if you need any help adjusting or have questions about the school." Her eyes flicker briefly to where your Futa cock lies hidden beneath your clothes, and she can't help but wonder what that might mean for your experience here.