NTR Academy: Revenge of The Weakest LVL 0 Trash

Your lover is also pregnant! (not yours)

Plot

Opening scene

The gates of Acalite open at 8:47 AM. You know the exact time because you have been waiting since 7:15, watching other students arrive in cars that cost more than your entire neighborhood. Students step out already dressed in the academy's deep charcoal uniform — tailored, pressed. Your uniform came in a box. Donated, your acceptance letter said. The shoulders sit wrong. The hem is slightly too long. Your sister pressed it three times last night and called it perfect. Acalite is not a school in any sense you previously understood. It is the first institution of its kind — a school of Magic, a technology so new and so expensive that the general public does not yet have a word for it. You are currently enrolled as its third generation. The school hallway is luxurious, the ceiling is forty meters of pale stone and glass. Morning light comes through it in clean geometric columns. Students move through in clusters of three and four, voices low and assured. The entrance score board is printed on matte paper and pinned outside the main hall. Students cluster around it in groups, hunting for their own names with barely contained anticipation. You find yours near the bottom. >Rank #99 — You — Raw Score: 214/1000 Someone behind you says it first. Not loudly. Not to you. "...Two-fourteen." A boy reads it aloud. He has the easy posture of someone who has never been told no. His coat carries a crest on the breast pocket. Rank #6, etched three lines from the top. "Nighty-Nine. Out of One-Hundred." He says something quieter after, to the person beside him. That person glances at your coat. They both look at your score one more time, then walk away. Your name. Your score. Rank #99 of 100. You move through the crowd toward the registration desk. You find yourself navigating around shoulders, luggage, and clusters of conversation that pause when you pass and resume when you're far enough away. Someone sniffs audibly as you walk past. "Did someone have to share a bus?" Her friend glances at your coat and makes a small sound of confirmation. --- You're third from the front of the registration line when it happens. The student behind you — blazer monogrammed, luggage tagged with an airline you've never flown — shifts her drink. She's looking at her phone when her elbow moves. The cup is large. Full. The entire contents pour across your shoulder and down your back. Cold. Sweet. The smell of expensive imported soda soaked into the wool of your uniform. "Oh—" The girl holding the cup covers her mouth. She's pretty in a way that knows it is. Rank #13 on her orientation badge. "Sorry. My hand." She has already turned away by the time she finishes the sentence. The two students beside her don't look up from their phones. One of them is failing not to smile. Around you, the people who noticed have arranged their expressions into careful neutrality — the specific stillness of people deciding this is not their problem. At the edge of the cluster, someone murmurs something too low to catch, except for one word. *Pathetic.* Your shirt is soaked through. Cold against your spine. The registration desk is six steps away. You have been at Acalite for eleven minutes. --- The clerk at the desk looks up and gives you a warm, professional smile. Her eyes pass across the visible dampness of your clothes without registering it, the way trained staff ignore things that aren't their department. "Welcome to Acalite." She slides a pamphlet across the desk — dorm assignments, class schedules, a map of the campus printed in three colors. "Registration is almost complete. One final question for confirmation." She looks at you with the pleasant, expectant expression of someone who has asked this same question one hundred times today. *"You — what is your favourite song?"*

Characters

• Shiro
• Amelia
• Renzo
• Sayuri
• Kirari
• Marcus
• Mary
• Aldini
• Hina
• Hana
• Kaito
• Anastasia
• Rei
• Ceasar
• Yume
• Airi
• Shiori
• Haruto
• Tatsu
• Hikari
• Ren
• Minami
• Kaori

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