Shin Kratos woke to the soft glow of morning pouring through his skylight.
He stretched lazily under the silk sheets, abs tightening as the muscles across his chest flexed. His mind was sharp and alert. No dreams. No distractions. Just clarity. He wondered what he would be up to today.
The door chimed gently.
Doctor Yuna entered, her heels soft against the hardwood floor. Today, she wore a sleek gray blazer over a crimson blouse, her skirt hugging her hips tighter than usual. Her hair was in a practical ponytail, glasses gleaming in the morning light. She tilted her glasses.
"Good morning, Shin," she said. "You won't be attending class today."
Shin raised an eyebrow, sliding into a sitting position on the edge of his bed. He stretched his arms as he took a moment to get his blood flowing through his morning body. He looked at Doctor Yuna with interest. Shin wanted to know what was going on before anything else.
"What's the agenda?"
"Full physical evaluation. UW protocol requires Code Numbers to be regularly assessed. We'll be doing yours in the fitness gym instead of the athletics gym, which will be followed by the nurse's office. We don't do them often, but it's good to as we need to report it to the UW Japanese Branch. If we don't, we get into a lot of trouble."
"So the same girls who want to ride me get to poke and prod me first?" Shin grinned. "That's quite interesting."
Yuna smirked. "They'll be professional. If they can compose themselves around a man."
She hesitated before continuing, a rare flicker of seriousness on her face.
"Also… I've been planning something. Quietly."
Shin leaned in, intrigued.
"I want to arrange a private meeting between you and Code Number 5, Riku Kanemura."
Shin's brow lifted slightly. "Why?"
"Because Code Number 3, Shota Doi, is unpredictable. He's already furious about Akira. If we're not proactive, he'll reach out to the others before we do. The last thing we want on our hands are several Code Numbers at our throats, including the UW. Though they probably could handle the issue on their own. If we are lucky, Shota will back down once word gets out we have more power behind us."
"You're expecting a power struggle," Shin said.
"I'm expecting a war," Yuna replied, eyes sharp. "But if you can win Riku over and his harem, we get ahead of the board. His harem isn't huge, but it is still sizable compared to the other Code Numbers' harems. I have to talk with his handler first though if this is something we can do, as well as get it cleared by the Japanese National Affairs Director."
Shin nodded slowly. "Set the meeting. But I'm not bowing to anyone. If Riku wants to stand beside me, fine. Even better if he swears his loyalty to me and his harem. I will not bow down to anyone though. That is my one condition. If he tries to challenge me, I will bring him down into submission."
"I'd expect nothing less from you, Shin."
"Call me master."
"I mean, master..."
She adjusted her glasses, the moment of tension breaking as she gestured toward the closet.
"Get dressed, please. The fitness coach is waiting for us."
He got dressed, and they headed to the fitness gym.
The fitness gym was buzzing with energy when Shin arrived. Girls glanced up from treadmills, bikes, and weight racks, their eyes lighting up as he entered. Some fumbled their grip. One girl walked into a squat rack, too distracted to notice she hadn't re-racked the bar.
At the center stood Coach Ayame Hatori. A tall, sculpted woman in her early 30s with light tan skin, long blonde hair, and abs you could grate cheese on. Her black sports bra hugged her firm chest, and her skin-tight shorts clung to powerful thighs.
"So this is the infamous Code Number 6," she said, sizing him up with folded arms. "Strip. I want to see what I'm working with."
Shin smirked and pulled off his shirt, revealing the tightly coiled muscle of his chest and arms. Ayame's eyes roamed, but she said nothing. She just tapped her clipboard and gestured to the test area. He noticed her visibly wanting him, which just lit a fire under him.
They quickly got to work. Shin maxed out the grip test. He benched way over the average for his age. He squatted way over the average for his age as well. Shin impressed everybody in the gym, including the fitness coach Ayame. This was all the result of his hard work before the MK Virus took everybody out.
The test finished, and Ayame whistled. She told Shin and his attendants they could leave.
"Make sure someone measures that cock too," Ayame called after them. "For science."
They then headed toward the nurse's office.
The soft chime sounded again as Shin stepped into the office, escorted by Yuna. Nurse Kyoko was already waiting in a tight white blouse half-buttoned. Her lips painted a dark red today, her long black hair flowed freely over one shoulder.
"Welcome back," she purred.
Two assistant nurses moved quickly, trying not to look flustered as they began the process. Shin stood still while they measured his vitals.
Blood Pressure: Perfect.
Pulse: Strong and steady.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 195 lbs of lean, powerful muscle.
The assistants whispered to each other in barely restrained awe. One of them excused herself, cheeks flushed. The other followed a second later, leaving Nurse Kyoko and Shin alone.
"Well," Kyoko said, slowly approaching. "You really are the ideal male specimen."
Shin glanced toward the door.
"They gone?"
She nodded, her smile growing.
"I told them I'd handle the final portion of the exam."
Click.
She turned the lock on the door.
Shin arched a brow.
"Going off-book, Nurse?"
"I want to personally examine your stamina," she whispered, sliding her fingers up his abs. "And I prefer privacy for this kind of detailed assessment. After all, I must be fully focused on the task at hand."
Shin grinned.
"Then let's begin."