Shin Kratos woke to the smell of lavender and coffee.
Sunlight streamed through the glass walls of his penthouse. His muscles stretched beneath the silk sheets as he rolled over lazily. A perfect morning in a world made just for him. This college was his domain. He wasn't too worried about the other Code Numbers. Though the last thing he would do is underestimate them.
There was a knock, followed by the soft click of the door unlocking.
Doctor Yuna entered, dressed sharply in her white coat and tight black pencil skirt, heels clacking softly on the hardwood. Her hair was tied up neatly today, but Shin knew just how wild it got when untamed. Behind her followed Rei, in a skin-tight gray uniform, and Misaki, who wore a short-sleeved version that hugged her full bust nicely.
"Time to get up, Shin," Yuna said, her cheeks already tinted. "You're scheduled to attend your first class in fifteen minutes. First impressions count."
"I'm always impressive," Shin said, smirking as he sat up, shirtless and semi-hard from the dream he couldn't quite remember. He took a quick shower, styled his hair, and threw on his Hano uniform which consisted of a sleek black V-collar shirt and custom-fit pants. It felt like a throne was waiting for him, not a classroom.
The lecture hall was full.
Roughly thirty girls sat at the desks. All of them were clad in variations of the UW academy uniform. Tight blouses, short skirts, and thigh-high stockings made Shin hungry for them. Some wore lab coats. Others dressed down with tank tops that stretched over breasts begging for attention.
The moment Shin walked in, every eye turned to him.
Silence. Then a few hushed whispers.
"That's him..."
"Code Number 6..."
"He's even hotter in person..."
"God, I want him to pick me..."
Shin took his seat at the center of the hall. Yuna, Rei, and Misaki flanked him, acting as his official academic support team. From this angle, the entire class looked like a menu. The professor, a redhead in her early thirties with cute glasses, did her best to maintain focus.
"T-Today, we'll cover genetic compatibility principles within the UW mating hierarchy—"
But no one was listening. Not really. Especially not the girls in the front row who kept crossing and uncrossing their legs. One girl bit her lip and subtly spread her thighs under her desk.
Then Yuna leaned in beside Shin, her breath tickling his ear.
"Here."
She handed him a holographic tablet, the display flickering into existence above his desk. The screen showed fully nude profiles of every girl in the classroom. This included high-resolution images, biological data, libido ratings, sexual experience, fertility scores.
"Every woman enrolled here is cleared and willing," Yuna said. "Today, you may choose one or more."
Shin scrolled slowly, eyes flicking over long legs, round hips, pierced nipples, smooth curves. He stopped on a silver-haired girl with D-cups and a tattoo above her slit. Silver hair that matched Rei's hair. He was into tattoos as well.
"Tempting," he said. "But... I'll wait."
Yuna blinked. "Wait?"
"Anticipation makes them wetter."
After classes, Shin returned to his penthouse briefly, then changed into black swim trunks and made his way to the university's private Olympic-sized indoor pool. The moment he stepped onto the deck, dozens of girls in swimsuits turned their heads. Bikinis. One-pieces. Some wet and clinging, others barely holding together.
Some women posed openly. Others giggled behind hands. A few bold ones swam past the edge just to get closer to the side where he sat.
Yuna approached with a clipboard.
"The students arranged a... spontaneous competition," she said. "The one who wins the swim relay earns the right to spend time with you today without competition."
Shin raised an eyebrow. "Eager much?"
"Desperate," Misaki added from nearby, already in her own swimsuit.
Four girls stood at the diving platform, stretching. One stood out.
Akira Todo.
A transfer from another college. Known for her model-tier body, toned from years of training. Tanned skin, shoulder-length black hair, a sharp athletic gaze, and a crimson two-piece that hugged her sculpted figure. Her abs flexed as she adjusted her goggles.
"She's new," Yuna whispered. "Transferred here two weeks ago. When she heard about you."
Shin grinned.
The whistle blew.
They dove.
Akira surged through the water like a predator, slicing past the others with practiced form and raw speed. The crowd of girls erupted in applause when she hit the final wall. She surfaced and climbed out, water trailing down her cleavage and toned thighs.
Shin stood.
"Winner gets me," he said, unbuttoning his shirt. "Let's make it worth your time."
The girls cheered, clapping as the others reluctantly exited the water. Akira waited at the shallow end, chest rising and falling rapidly. Shin dove cleanly, slicing into the water and swimming to her with controlled ease. He surfaced in front of her, water rolling off his body, and pressed her gently against the wall of the pool. His hands rested on her hips, his face inches from hers.
"You swam hard," he said.
"I wanted you," Akira whispered. "I want you."
He kissed her.
Fierce. Wet. Their tongues a hot mess. She moaned into his mouth as her arms wrapped around his neck, her body grinding against him in the waist-high water. He pulled her closer, one hand sliding down her back to cup her ass, the other resting against her soaked chest.
The pool splashed around them as he pinned her against the tiled wall.
"We'll make this a day you always remember," he whispered.
She nodded eagerly. Her thighs squeezed his waist as her legs wrapped around him.
"Take me."
Shin didn't need to be told twice.
He took his cock out from his front slip of his swim trunks and parted her bikini.
He slowly thrust into her. Her pussy wrapped around his cock with hunger as he proceeded to fuck her in the pool in front of the remaining girls who stayed back to watch. They were very jealous of Akira. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue stuck out, as she took all of Shin inside of herself.
It had been so long since she had such a hot man inside of her.