Chapter 1: D Class
Lor slouched at the back of Class D's cramped classroom, his black hair falling messily over his hazel eyes, his average build blending into the worn wooden desk.
He was the only boy in a sea of girls, a fact that earned him sneers and whispered jabs.
"Useless," one girl muttered as she passed his desk, her skirt swishing. "No magic, no brains," another giggled.
Lor ignored them, keeping his gaze fixed out the window—or so it seemed. In truth, his eyes flicked to the curves of their tight uniforms, the way their blouses strained against their chests, the glimpses of plump thighs beneath short skirts.
He had a secret which he never told anyone, he was a reincarnate from Earth, and while this world's magic and swords fascinated him, its women were the real spectacle.
At the front, Miss Silvia, their busty, clumsy teacher, scribbled on the chalkboard. Her auburn hair was pinned in a loose bun, her glasses slipping down her nose as she wrote, "22 + 24 = ?"
Her white jacket and pencil skirt clung to her figure, accentuating every sway of her hips. "Come on, class," she said, voice bright but strained. "Anyone?"
"48!" shouted a girl with blonde pigtails, her confidence unshaken.
"42!" called another, twirling green hair around her finger.
Miss Silvia sighed, then turned to Lor. "Lor, your turn."
He shrugged, keeping his voice dull. "424."