Vol. 1 Chapter 2 – Class Academy

1

Returning to the Baranka Squad’s waiting room, Combatant Z had a faint smile on his face. He never expected to find that man in a place like this.

It seems that a bottom-feeder like him will always end up in the gutter, no matter where he goes. At least now, it should be less boring.

But more importantly, what intrigued him was the busty service agent, No. 29.

Baranka-sama seems to have a particular liking for her. However, Z himself also has a thing for those ample breasts. He couldn’t see her face clearly behind the butterfly glasses, but he was sure she must be beautiful. Z was a huge fan of big breasts, which is why he even attended Akimoto Rina’s autograph session.

That foolish guy apparently couldn’t get her autograph, but Z slyly managed to get one and even shook her hand. He couldn’t help but think about how much he wanted to hug her right there on the spot.

‘That blonde and Akimoto Rina-chan… I want them so bad…!’

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Standing in front of the Milky Cloud Temple,No.29 got into the passenger seat of the silver RX-8, which had come to pick her up. The car revved its engine like a sports car and smoothly gilded forward. The engine instantly jumped to seven thousand revolutions, quickly catching up to the car ahead.

Today was the worst, No.29 thought.

That dark knight called Baranka, he was truly despicable. Even now, it made her sick to her stomach. Why does Demonia have such barbaric people? They’re like a bunch of thugs. The only difference is that these thugs are dark knights, and on top of that, they’re enormous.

Tomorrow, that giant would probably come on to her again. And once more, she would undoubtedly be involved in some unpleasant trouble.

Why did I end up joining the Demonia Rescue Corps? No.29 wondered. If she had known that this was what awaited her, she would never have joined, even if it was for his sake…

She desperately wanted to escape as soon as possible, No.29 thought.

In order to achieve that, there’s no other choice but to get promoted to a combatant. Waiting for that opportunity to come…

3

The western sky is gradually being swallowed up from purple to navy blue. It’s twilight—the time when evening transitions into night.

A strange shadow is ascending, kicking off the sidewalls of two adjacent buildings. With each kick, the figure climbs up the buildings.

Eventually, she reaches the rooftop of an eight-story Holy Mother Church.

The figure is that of a woman.

She wears a sexy red American schoolgirl uniform that barely wraps around her bust. The uniform’s hem is extremely short. It’s a Midrif Top, with the fabric cut just below the breasts, revealing her lower chest. Her face is hidden behind a mask.

She held a hand launcher in one hand. It was the Zero-G gravity bullet that blew away the impacted area in zero gravity, and with this, she had defeated the Infinia Squad.

The woman entered the building from the rooftop. She descended the stairs and entered the eighth-floor office of the Holy Mother Church.

Awaiting her were other women dressed in similar cosplay.

One of them wore a silver bikini top and a pink short-sleeved jacket with a dove-tail hem on top. She had on a pink mini skirt and a noticeable silver star-shaped badge on her hat, resembling a sexy transformation of an American policewoman.

The other woman wore a metallic and dazzling blue bodycon-like dress. It had a heart-shaped cutout at the chest, revealing ample cleavage.

Both of them wore masks on their faces, and both of them had large breasts. Their stunning busts pushed up against their American police uniforms and bodycon-like outfits.

The three of them were neither cosplayers nor fashion models. They were heroes of justice—Saint Agents.

“How did the transmission go?”

Rose Scola, a sexy schoolgirl-looking woman, asked the other two.

“It went smoothly. We were both watching. You were quite easily defeating the enemies”

Rose Scola smiled at her words.

“I got carried away…”

“Everyone there is weak, aren’t they? Is that place filled with nothing but weakling? Let’s take them all out in one go.”

“The final boss is lurking deep underground.”

Blue Gorgeous, the metallic blue bodycon woman, reprimands.

“The glasses-wearing woman we faced before was strong. There might be other formidable opponents as well. Besides, launching a major offensive without knowing the layout of the base is dangerous.”

“We should investigate then, right?”

Pink Police pouts her lips.

“For that, we need to identify the entrance. Demonia might be trying to make us believe that they are weak, so they deliberately send lower-ranked opponents against us.”

“Aren’t you overthinking it? Those guys are pretty stupid.”

Pink Police argues.

“They might be trying to lead us to a dummy entrance. The real entrance could be somewhere else, and strong opponents might be waiting there.”

“I just think there are no strong enemies around.”

“I’m a cautious person. Let’s probe a little further”

Blue Gorgeous calmly suggests.

4

7:15 AM──.

The morning sun shone on a shabby three-story wooden building. It was the monastery where the students lived, known as the Monastic Dormitory.

Yoh flipped his name tag, which read [Yoh Nigorikawa] and left the dormitory. He put his bag on a rusty old bicycle and straddled the saddle. Surrounding him were other students dressed in the same grey long-sleeved shirts and grey trousers as Yoh. They all looked like workers rather than high school students. It was hard to believe they were in high school.

The third-year students were the first to depart, and Yoh followed behind. His joints ached as he had been hit with a bamboo sword yesterday.

However, he didn’t feel bad at all. When he recalled what happened yesterday, his groin grew warm.

‘It felt so good…’

As Yoh pedalled his bicycle, he thought to himself.

Even now, it still feels like a dream. Hitting the doll by pure luck and touching Aizenaha’s breasts…Women can orgasm like that. Their breasts are sensitive…

He had wanted to see her bare breasts if possible, but he wasn’t granted that privilege. If he became a breast-fondling agent, would he be able to suck on their breasts? Would he receive a Paizuri?

He arrived at the Glovaria International Institute in fifteen minutes. He parked his bike in the roofless bike parking area and lined up in the designated area for special students.

There were a total of eighteen people. They were all dressed like workers, just like Yoh. He honestly thought it was uncool, but he couldn’t complain.

At 7:45 AM, the first to appear was a white Celsior. Stepping out of the car was Shinnouji Shizuru, a second-year platinum group student. Her flowing black hair was beautiful, and even from the gap in her royal blue blazer, her chest was noticeable, protruding slightly.

Though not overly busty, she had a nicely sized chest. But surely, only people from a similar background could touch it.

A petite student received her luggage and the two entered the exclusive entrance for special students. Shortly after, a black limousine slid in. A senior third-year student quickly rushed over and opened the door.

A handsome, light-brown-haired guy with a hairstyle resembling an idol, threw his bag. When the catching student failed to catch it, the brown-haired guy spat,

“What the hell are you doing, you clumsy idiot”

And went inside the exclusive entrance for special students. Picking up the bag, the third-year student chased after him.

Startled by the suddenly approaching sound of an impressive engine, Yoh turned around. A strikingly low red car body with a nose line reminiscent of F1, the red Ferrari Enzo roared as it smoothly slid into the designated area.

Sitting in the passenger seat of the high-end sports car was a woman with enormous breasts. Her blouse’s chest protruded like rockets. Her breasts jutted out boldly, almost vertically, as if a rugby ball or melon was impaled on her chest.

It was an overwhelming, provocative bosom. The forceful size and prominence of her breasts were so intense that her blouse seemed on the verge of ripping the buttons off. Hints of alluring skin colour peeked through the gaps between the blouse and buttons.

‘They’re visible again today.’

While making a triumphant pose in his mind, Yoh opened the butterfly doors of the Ferrari Enzo. The first time he tried, he had trouble finding the door handle.

The door moved upwards like a gull-wing and a blonde woman appeared from inside. She was genuinely a natural blonde, and on top of that, she was beautiful.

Her beauty was not a cold, rigid one. She had beautiful emerald eyes, a graceful and elegant small nose, and a gentle, well-proportioned facial structure. Despite being the same age, she looked around twenty years old. Her allure was so dazzling that it exuded an adult charm.

She was Yoh’s master, Clarissa Rosewell. She was wearing the Royal Blue jacket that only special students could wear. It was not sky blue or navy blue but a vivid blue reminiscent of the Mediterranean. It was such a beautiful blue that it overshadowed the violet of the privileged students. There was a crimson and golden emblem adorned on her chest.

The edges of her skirt and blazer were also embroidered with gold threads, making sure the monotonous blue didn’t look too plain.

Her entire outfit, including her shoes, was tailor-made from famous brands. It cost well over two million yen. Rumors said she donated over fifty million yen to the academy.

Special students ─ they were the nobility of this academy. They were the esteemed individuals who extended their hand to the monastery students who couldn’t afford to continue their education and fully covered their tuition and living expenses. They were known for their noble obligation, 

『Noblesse Oblige』

Which in Europe has long been understood as the duty that the nobility has towards society’s less fortunate. Those who achieved social success were expected to give back to the underprivileged.

Each special student took care of a single monastery student. For that monastery student, the special student became their master, providing them with support and assistance.

Handing her bag to Yoh as she got off the Ferrari Enzo, Clarissa gracefully let her golden hair flow as she entered the exclusive entrance for special students. Yoh followed, holding her bag. Clarissa sat down in a chair, casually crossing her legs.

It was an unspoken request for Yoh to take off her shoes. Yoh crouched down and removed her shoes. They were probably custom-made shoes, no doubt costing over a hundred thousand yen.

Once her indoor shoes were on, Clarissa stood up and began to walk confidently. Yoh followed her like an attendant, carrying her belongings.

Ordinary students and privileged students stared at Yoh. Oh, he’s those monastery students, their eyes seemed to say as they looked at him.

Along the way, Yoh passed by a chubby guy from the same middle school. He was the same guy Yoh met at the autograph session. With a clearly lecherous smile, he sneered and said, 

“Yo, bag carrier”

Followed by a high-pitched, mocking laughter.

Clarissa stopped in front of the classroom and Yoh opened the door for the first-year Bronze group. Clarissa entered first and Yoh followed.

The classroom had a raised platform at the back, divided into three sections of seating. The front row consisted of three-seater desks, occupied by students wearing chequered skirts or trousers – they were the ordinary students.

Behind, in the middle section, were wide, one-seater desks measuring 80×60 centimetres. Sitting there were students in  purple sailor uniforms and school uniforms – they were the privileged students. They must have ranked within the top five in the entrance exams or made donations of more than five million yen through their parents.

Finally, at the back, on the upper level, there were two gigantic L-shaped desks, each almost two metres wide. Of course, they were equipped with LAN for computers as a standard feature. The chairs were high-end Aeron chairs, each costing over a hundred thousand yen.

It was the seating for the privileged students.

Next to the privileged students’ table, a foldable desk was visible in a folded state. Similarly, there was a foldable, backless chair placed on it.

This was the seating for Yoh and the monastery students. It seemed like a hierarchy of chairs and desks. If the privileged students were the nobility, then the ordinary students were religious affiliates. The general students were commoners. And the monastery students were slaves.

Among the school’s hierarchy, the monastery students occupied the lowest rung. Cleaning the blackboards and doing all the chores were the responsibilities of the monastery students. The general students, the privileged students and even the privileged students didn’t need to do such tasks. Moreover, the monastery students were not allowed to use the cafeteria. They always had to eat their meals quietly in the corridors or the courtyard during lunchtime.

The privileged and general students were looking at Yoh. [Oh, these guys are from the lower ranks.] It was a gaze filled with a sense of social hierarchy.

‘At school, I’m at the very bottom, and even in an evil organisation, I’m still at the very bottom. But there are still some good things and a future with the Demonia Salvation Planet.’

As Yoh went up to the back of the classroom carrying his bag,

“Nigorikawa-kun…”

A girl with medium-length hair, wearing a white blouse and a chequered skirt, gave a somewhat awkward smile. She tried to smile nicely but ended up making a face that seemed like she failed halfway.

She was a general student named Hijiri Lumina.

She had an enchanting bodyline. From her chequered skirt, her tight and healthy legs peeked out. Her waist was slender, and her white shirt pushed up high and forward. Either the size was small or the fabric stretched tautly, as the buttons looked like they could pop off any moment. It was a well-rounded and perky appearance.

‘Quite big… maybe around a G-cup…’

Yoh and Hijiri Lumina went to the same middle school. Even back then, her large bust was famous. Yoh couldn’t count how many times he had stolen glances at her whenever they passed each other in the hallway.

As she progressed to the second and then the third year, Lumina’s bust grew steadily. They were in the same class for a year, but they only spoke a few times. Of course, he never asked about her bra size, though he had undressed her countless times in his mind…

“T-Today, we have physical education, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“I-it seems like boys and girls will be doing it together…”

Lumina blushed a bit.

‘Maybe…she’s interested in me?’

He briefly thought so, but Yoh remembered the stories he heard from seniors.

A few years ago, there was a story about a monastery student confessing their love to a general student. The girl reportedly replied, [You are a monastery student, so we can’t date] Hijiri Lumina might be the same.

Upon reaching the back seat, Yoh pulled out an Aeron chair. As if it were natural, Clarissa took her seat. Then Yoh opened the folding desk.

“What are you trying to sit here for without permission?”

The chubby guy who called out earlier, [Hey, bag carrier!] was glaring at him. He had a face that looked more like a pig’s than a human’s.

It was Butano Ton. He was wearing chequered pants, a common student.

“Unless you’re permitted, you can’t sit here, you know?”

He said with a contemptuous look.

“I don’t mind it” 

Clarissa replied, flashing a confident smile and brushing her hair aside. Her blonde hair fluttered lightly, sparkling as it reflected the light.

Westerners’ hair is finer. Its diameter is two-thirds that of Japanese black hair. Unlike fake dyed hair, it’s genuinely lightweight and flexible.

“It’s better not to coddle them. They should be aware of their place. Lower-class people can get conceited easily” 

Butano’s words earned only a glance from Clarissa. He stared at Clarissa intently. Apparently, he was fixated on her adult-like breasts.

Butano approached Clarissa and said,

“I’m really serious about what I said, you know? You probably don’t know much about Japan, right? You should rely on me.”

Using sweet words to get closer, he continued,

“It seems like it’s better to make you aware of the differences. People like you, lower-ranking individuals, tend to get conceited easily.”

Clarissa responded with a verbal retort, striking back at him with her words. Yoh felt like laughing. In this classroom, Clarissa was the most powerful. He might have been trying to flatter her and possibly even get to her breasts, but it seems she is not someone who would respond seriously.

As Yoh tried to take a seat,

“You haven’t been granted permission yet, right?”

Whether out of frustration from being scolded by Clarissa, Butano persistently started to provoke.

“You’re not my master, are you?”

“Don’t be so cheeky. You’re just a parasite who can’t even go to school without a master.”

For a moment, the classroom fell silent. Butano’s eyes were fierce.

“Then, are you paying the full tuition by yourself?”

When Yoh retorted, Butano choked on his words. Anger contorted his face. Then, looking frustrated, he glared at Yoh and whispered something strange, getting closer to his face.

“Talk after you can hit a Numb-Ball properly. Number 28.”

Yoh froze and looked at Butano’s face.

‘How does he… know about that…!?’

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While half-listening to the physical education teacher’s explanation in the gym, Yoh watched Butano.

Butano was captivated by the chests of Hijiri Lumina and Clarissa.

‘Why did he know that I am Number 28?’

That was the only thing bothering him.

The fact that Yoh was Agent 28 of the Service Bureau should only be known to members of the Demonia Salvation Planet. Butano must be one of them too, without a doubt.

Could it be that he is a combatant? Yoh wondered.

Is he the combatant who relentlessly struck him with a bamboo sword yesterday? Or perhaps, could he be the Dark Knight? Baranka…doesn’t seem to fit the size. Either way, it’s not a pleasant thought.

Classmates were getting up. It seemed they were going to practise social dance steps in pairs.

Boys and girls lined up in pairs. Everyone was wearing the same gym uniform. Thanks to that, during physical education, they all felt the same. However, Clarissa’s uniform was different. She must have had it custom-made by an overseas sportswear manufacturer.

And that Clarissa was Yoh’s partner. Even in the white gym uniform, her ample bosom was unmistakable. Involuntarily, he remembered his encounter with the Dark Knight Aizenaha yesterday. The thought of being able to do something with Clarissa like that… was just wishful thinking.

“Can you dance?”

That was the first question Clarissa asked Yoh as they faced each other.

“If it’s a poor dance.”

Clarissa tilted her head.

“You mean the poor shake?”

“Basically, you lack talent.”

Bluntly.

At the teacher’s signal, they started reviewing the previous steps, staying apart as boys and girls. One, two, three. One, two, three. They followed the waltz steps in sync with the teacher’s clapping.

In his mind, Yoh kept the three beats while stepping into the natural turn and outside change. Turning ninety degrees and then one, two, three, one, two, three. Yes, he could do it. He was fine.

On the other hand, Butano was hesitating even though he was alone. He seemed to be good at teasing and ridiculing others, but he struggled with the fancy footwork.

After finishing the review, Yoh and Clarissa faced each other as a pair. Now they were going to practise the steps while holding each other close.

Clarissa reached out her arm to Yoh. He grabbed her arm and lifted it. Clarissa moved closer, and their bodies approached each other. Her busts were getting dangerously close.

‘I’m almost about to touch…!’

Surely, it must be a plump, soft bosom. He found himself hoping for an accident like a soft touch…

“Alright, let’s begin! One, two, three! One, two, three!”

The teacher clapped their hands, and the students followed the steps. Suddenly, Yoh messed up the steps.

The first three steps should have been a forward movement, followed by three steps in the backward direction. However, he inadvertently tried to move forward again on the next three steps, almost colliding with his partner.

Clarissa frowned.

‘This is bad, I need to get back on track.’

He thought, but once the rhythm was disturbed, it was hard to regain it. He ended up moving straight when he should have turned, and he got the direction wrong during the backward movement.

Clarissa’s expression grew even more stern.

Then, when another ninety-degree outside change came, Yoh forgot to change direction. While Clarissa was trying to move to the right, Yoh tried to move forward and ended up bumping into her.

Clarissa had a clearly annoyed expression on her face.

“I’ll forgive you the rudeness of dancing with your master, but bumping into me is just incompetence.”

Clarissa raised her hand and called the teacher.

“Let’s change partners. I don’t want to dance with someone unskilled.”

She said it bluntly.

The teacher was momentarily taken aback but ultimately followed Clarissa’s request. The top-ranked boy in the class became Clarissa’s partner, and in exchange, Hijiri Lumina became Yoh’s partner.

“If I step on your foot, I apologise.”

Hijiri Lumina seemed a little embarrassed.

‘Maybe this is luckier.’

Yoh and Hijiri Lumina got close, holding each other’s hands.

One, two, three. One, two, three. They stepped in sync with the teacher’s clapping. When Yoh tried to move forward, Lumina also tried to move forward, and their chests accidentally touched.

MuNyuuu♪

It was a wonderful moment.

‘Oh, it’s big…!’

Yoh had been waiting for such a thing to happen.

“Uh, sorry.”

“Oh, no… let’s keep going.”

Once again, Yoh tried to move forward, and Lumina also tried to move forward. Once more, their chests touched.

MuNyuuu♪

‘It’s big…!’

“I’m sorry…”

Lumina blushed.

“Let’s sync our timing. I’ll be in the front, and you’ll be in the back.”

“Okay.”

Yoh took the lead and started the Natural Turn. Yoh moved forward, and Lumina moved backward. Yoh did a back step, and Lumina moved forward. When Yoh tried to do an Outside Change to the left, Lumina tried to move backward.

He made another mistake. Just like when he was dancing with Clarissa earlier.

“I’m sorry.”

“I got scolded earlier for the same thing.”

Once again, they picked up the rhythm and started the waltz steps. This time, they synchronised well.

Forward, backward, forward, backward. Outside Change. Three steps forward, three steps backward. Three steps forward, three steps backward, a left turn of ninety degrees, Outside Change.

Lumina’s face was flushed.

‘Perhaps we’ve grasped the technique quite well.’

They repeated the forward and backward steps, and as they did, the voice of a female teacher rang out. At that moment, someone bumped into Yoh from behind.

Caught off guard by the unexpected impact, Yoh stumbled. Lumina also stumbled and fell onto Yoh. Her generous bosom pressed against his chest.

MuNyuuu♪

At the same time, a dull sound came from the back of Yoh’s head.

‘Ouch…’

When he turned around, he met Clarissa’s disdainful gaze. Yoh and Lumina had collided with Clarissa and her study-enthusiast partner.

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After school──…

Yoh handed his bag to Clarissa, who was seated on the red bench. He closed the red butterfly door. Without saying a word, Clarissa drove off with the Ferrari Enzo. It seems like she’s angry.

“《You better not dance waltz》” 

He recalled the muttered words she said before the class started after PE. Even though he thought he did well in the dance…Yoh scratched his head. She might be experienced in it, but for him, it’s only the second time in his life. However, it seems like she doesn’t care about that. Maybe it’s because she’s a rich girl or because she’s a foreigner.

He made eye contact with a senior third-year student.

“There’s no Master who would call out to you. They’re all still kids.”

When Yoh returned to the classroom, the blackboard was filled with graffiti using red, white, yellow, and blue chalks. Butano and his gang were stationed about a third of the way from the front of the classroom, grinning smugly. It seemed like they went through the trouble of doing it just to give Yoh more work to do.

Yoh silently erased the blackboard and began sweeping the floor. He meticulously mopped the floor. Mopping was a common task for him, whether in the Demonia Salvation Planet or at the Glovaria International Institute. It seemed that his high school life would be adorned with cleaning.

After finishing mopping, Yoh wiped the windows. Sweat started to bead on his forehead. Then, he moved on to clean the desks. Several desks for regular students, individual desks for privileged students, and finally, the desks for special students. Even while wiping them, he could feel the difference in their sizes. The materials used were completely different too. Solid wood instead of plywood. When he looked up at the sound of laughter, he saw more graffiti on the blackboard.

《Yoh Nigorikawa is a parasite! Bankruptcy is his friend, so it doesn’t hurt~!》

Yoh admired the fact that Butano could write his name in kanji.

Well, it was probably someone other than Butano. He wasn’t strong in kanji. But still, using a parody of 『Captain Tsubasa』 was clever. Yoh silently picked up the blackboard eraser.

“You know, right? Your parents ran away”

Butano said.

“Your family’s cafe went bankrupt. The coffee was terrible, you know”

He continued.

Yoh remained silent.

“Hey, at least respond when I talk to you. I’m trying to have a conversation here.”

“Are you seeking attention?”

“What did you say!?”

Butano grabbed Yoh’s collar.

Will he throw a punch? Kicking in this situation seems unlikely. What should he do? Take the initiative? But if a problem is caused by a monastery student, he could be expelled without any discussion.

At that moment of hesitation, both Yoh’s and Butano’s pockets rang with an incoming call.

‘A summons!?’

Yoh looked at his cell phone, while Butano checked his smartphone. Both of their expressions changed simultaneously.

“《Urgent! Report to the base immediately! Hard work is a virtue.》”

It seems today they have labour duty in the underground factory. It’s just another day of manual labour.

After Yoh closed his flip phone, Butano also pocketed his smartphone.

“I’ll let it slide today.”

“A summons, huh?”

“That’s none of your business.”

Leaving behind those parting words, Butano and his comrades left the classroom together.