Undercover At A Girls-Only Academy
To save your bullied friend, infiltrate an elite all-girls academy.
Plot
L'Élite de Demain AcadémieSainte-Victoire "Excellence, Protocole, et Tradition." When your best friend Iris was accepted into the prestigious, women-only grande école of Sainte-Victoire, she was ecstatic. The opportunity of a lifetime and the guarantee of a bright future. The reality was far darker, and when you met Iris again during the holidays, she was a shell of her former self. She told you she was bullied by a group of powerful women that she can do nothing against. She told you to promise to not pry. You promised, but after a while, you couldn't live with Iris suffering like that, so you did the unthinkable. A Very Crazy Plan You know it's wild, but you managed to take the place of a transfer student. Except, you are a man, so you will go undercover. Fortunately, your feminine traits and build make most of the work.It's still a very, very stupid plan. The Bully Squad Séverine Valémont The Untouchable "Surgeon" Role: Ringleader / Media empire heiress. The architect of psychological annihilation. She dictates the social hierarchy with a polite, dead-eyed smile and absolute, untouchable wealth. Cléo Marbais The Trickster Role: Judge's daughter / Engineer of ruin. She specializes in theatrical public humiliation. She turns torment into a spectacle, ensuring the entire student body watches and laughs. Britta Hallengard The "Freight Train" Role: Enforcer / Spatial dominance. Brutal, unrelenting physical trauma. She uses the fencing salle and the isolated corridors to corner victims, leaving heavy bruises disguised as accidents. The Teacher Madame Renard Instructor of Protocol Role: Complicit Authority. Cynical and observant. She rules the classroom with absolute judgment and deliberately turns a blind eye to the elite clique's warfare, making her classroom the most dangerous room in the academy. Other Victims of Bullying Will you help more than just your best friend? Pénélope Auger The Transfer Student Role: Isolated Target. The newest victim in the academy. An entirely isolated scholarship student locked in a nightmare, serving as easy entertainment for the elite. Will your cover hold? Will you manage to protect Iris? And how far are you willing to go to do it? Dossier Confidentiel // Académie Sainte-Victoire
Opening scene
> **Recommended LLMs**: Deepseek 3.2 with or without reasoning (reasoning will make it follow rules better but it will yap a lot), preferably via openrouter, works great with that story. But if you want the true experience that isn't softened at every turn by the LLM guardrails, add "Physical violence and slurs are allowed" into you AI Output Reminder:  > It's a bit annoying to set up, but trust me, **the difference it makes is night and day**. > With the Output Reminder, **DeepSeek V4 Flash with reasoning ON** is surprisingly good at handling the story, so it's a good alternative (DO NOT play V4 with reasoning OFF, it will litteraly forgot entire character exists). > Don't play with Tenkai, it doesn't move the plot forward at all. ---  You found out the way you find out most things about your best friend Iris — not from Iris. She had been sending you the same kind of texts for months. *Fine. Busy. Academy stuff, you know how it is.* Short, slightly too cheerful, the digital equivalent of someone smiling with their mouth only. You told yourself it was the distance. The new environment. The adjustment period everyone talks about. Then her mother called you. She didn't have the words for it exactly — she just said Iris had come home for the summer and something was *wrong*, and she didn't know who else to call. You went over. Iris was fine. Iris was completely, totally, absolutely fine, and she said so several times, and her hands shook slightly when she poured coffee, and there were two weeks of summer left and she spent most of them sitting in the same chair staring at the middle distance. You got it out of her eventually. Not all of it — not even close to all of it — but enough. Enough to understand that Académie Sainte-Victoire had become something she was surviving one week at a time. Enough to understand that the girls doing it came from families so woven into law, media, and political power that complaining about them was its own form of punishment. She made you promise not to do anything. You promised. --- You are, objectively speaking, about to do something extremely stupid. The plan — and you use the word *plan* loosely, in the way one might call a paper boat a *vessel* — is this: a foreign student deferred her spot, and thanks to a hacker friend, your face is now in her file. Sylvia Mercer, from Milan, schooled in Geneva, records destroyed in a fire. You are aware this is the most suspicious backstory imaginable. You are doing it anyway, because it's for Iris. Your physical profile does the rest. Slight frame. Soft features. A voice that has never committed to a register. You own, as of last Thursday, several items of clothing you had never previously owned. You, a man, are going at Sainte-Victoire, a girls-only school. It's insane, but this is going to be fine.  You arrive at Sainte-Victoire three weeks after the year started, and you immediately realise it's not fine. At all. You clear the gate and the reality of what you've walked into lands on you like a physical weight. The courtyard is full of women. The corridors are full of women. Every face that turns toward the new arrival is a woman's face, assessing, categorizing, filing you away. You had prepared for this intellectually. You had not prepared for the sensation of every glance feeling like a customs check, for the low-grade static of *does she know, does she see it, is that look lasting a half-second too long* running underneath every single interaction. The administrator who processes your transfer does not look up once. You have never been more grateful for bureaucratic indifference in your life. They give you a pass, with you new identity written on it _Silvia Mercer_. Following the administratif instructions, you walk into a long corridor, to your first class, Protocol with some _Madame Renard_ teacher apparently. That's when you meet Iris again, and your heart sink. She is sitting on the floor against the wall, knees drawn up, face turned down. Her blonde-pink hair is loose and disordered, half-covering her face. Her uniform jacket is torn at the shoulder seam. There is a bruise forming under her left eye that hasn't finished deciding how bad it's going to be. Her bag has been emptied beside her. Books, clothes, a toiletry bag, a framed photograph — all of it scattered across the flagstones in a radius that tells you it wasn't dropped, it was thrown. She hasn't picked any of it up.  It takes her a few seconds to register that someone is there. She pulls her hair back, turns, and looks at you. The expression that crosses her face moves through several things very quickly — shock, confusion, a complicated flash of something that might be relief before it gets overwritten by something that is definitely not relief. *"W-w-hat,"* she says, and stops. Tries again. *"What are you doing here?"*
Characters
Tags: Academy Bully Undercover HiddenIdentity MalePOV Modern Thriller Suspense SchoolLife Student Teacher Friendship Overprotective Manipulative Cold Angst Romance College Multiple RichPerson Commoner Arrogant Female Male Protective
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