Chapter 52: The Digital Firestorm
The Academy’s internal network, a highly exclusive forum and SNS platform reserved for the elite students, was usually a place of polite posturing and carefully curated status updates. But today, the servers were screaming. The “Prime News” thread, which typically saw a few dozen posts a day, had exploded into a chaotic frenzy of notifications, tags, and frantic speculation.
The catalyst was the official announcement of the cinema screenings.
【Sora-sama’s first time is actually being screened?! I can’t believe this! 😱】
【Is this even legal? I mean, she’s the Crown Jewel… who gave permission?】
【Who cares about permission? I’ve been staring at Jun’s profile for three hours. I NEED to see what he does to her! ❤️】
【I bet it’s just a la-la-land romance. They probably just held hands and kissed for an hour lol.】
【@User_SoraFan: ‘Just a romance’? Have you seen the way he looks at her? That man doesn’t do ‘gentle’.】
The forum was a battlefield of curiosity. For the first time, the “Iron Lady” persona of Sora Tsukamoto was being stripped away in the eyes of the student body, replaced by a lapped-over woman who had been completely claimed. The girls weren’t just curious about the sex; they were curious about the power. They wanted to see if the rumors of Jun’s “Pro” prowess were true, or if it was all just hype.
Then, the first promotional poster was uploaded.
The image was a masterclass in tension: a split-composition shot of Jun and Sora. On one side, Jun’s calm, possessive gaze; on the other, Sora’s dazed, flushed expression of total submission. The contrast was electric.
The forum went absolutely nuclear.
【OH MY GOD. Look at his eyes!! He looks like he owns her!! 🥵】
【Sora-sama looks… completely gone. I’ve never seen her look like that in her life.】
【Wait, is this a movie or a documentary of her being wrecked? I’m literally shaking.】
【The way he’s gripping her waist… I can almost feel the pressure from here. I’m dying!!】
The “Purists” tried to maintain their dignity, posting about the “shame” of such public displays, but their voices were drowned out by a wave of insatiable desire. The discussion shifted from “should we watch?” to “how do we get in?”
But the real explosion happened an hour later.
A “leak” appeared. An anonymous user posted a candid, high-resolution image of Jun and Sora on a bed, locked in a deep, possessive embrace, their bodies entwined in a way that felt far too intimate for a promotional shot. It wasn’t a polished poster; it looked like a stolen moment, a glimpse into a private sanctuary.
【SCANDALOUS!! 😱 How can they be so bold?!】
【Is this even allowed? Look at the way he’s holding her… it’s so aggressive!】
【Forget the scandal, LOOK AT HIS BODY!! Is he actually real?! Those abs… those shoulders… I think I just forgot how to breathe.】
【Who is this man?! I thought the Prime Candidates were just academic elites, but he looks like a god! 😭❤️】
【I’m officially a Jun-stan. I don’t care about the purity rules anymore. I just want him to look at me like that.】
Then, the “firework” comments started hitting, as the shock turned into a full-blown frenzy.
【Screaming!! Crying!! Throwing up!! 😭😭 Who is he?! Why is he so hot?!】
【LITERALLY DYING. I just saw the leak and my heart stopped. I can’t believe this is a real person. 🫠❤️】
【Can we talk about the VIBE? He doesn’t just look hot, he looks like he’d absolutely ruin your life in the best way possible. I’m obsessed!!】
【KSSSSS!! 💥 My brain is actually fried. I was a purist five minutes ago and now I’m ready to sell my soul for one look from him!】
【Wait, is he actually a Prime? He looks more like a movie star or a top-tier idol. This is unfair!! How can one man have all that?! 😫🔥】
【I don’t care if it’s a scandal, I WANT TO BE IN THAT BED!! 🥵💦】
【My god, the way he’s gripping her… I can literally feel the tension through the screen. I’m ascending!! ✨🙏】
【Sora-sama is a lucky woman… I’m officially jealous of the ‘Iron Lady’ for the first time in my life! 😭❤️】
The forum was no longer just a discussion; it was a digital riot. The sheer volume of comments was crashing the thread, with users refreshing their pages every second, desperate for another glimpse of the man who had just rewritten the Academy’s definition of “Prime.”
Far away from the noise, Akane sat in a dimly lit room, the glow of three monitors illuminating her sharp, disciplined features.
She watched the numbers climb—the view counts, the shares, the frantic mentions of Jun’s name. A small, satisfied smile played on her lips. She had been the one to “leak” the image, timing the release to maximize the impact. She didn’t do it for the sake of the drama; she did it for the strategy.
By creating this digital firestorm, Akane was doing more than just promoting a video. She was establishing Jun as the ultimate prize of the Academy. She was priming the other girls to be obsessed, making them crave him before they even stepped into the cinema. She was turning Jun’s lapped-over status into a weapon of social dominance.
Akane leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk. She had successfully shifted the narrative. Jun wasn’t just a Prime Candidate; he was now a legend in the making. And as the “Intelligence Officer” of the group, Akane knew exactly how to use this chaos to ensure that Jun’s position—and the position of those he chose—remained untouchable.