Shun couldn't help but enjoy talking with Masha. There was a natural ease between them when speaking in Russian—it was the language of his childhood, the one he grew up with in the cold corridors of a Russian orphanage. Talking to someone who understood it felt like breathing fresh air.
"Ты говоришь по-японски очень хорошо, Шун," Masha said, tilting her head with a smile. (You speak Japanese very well, Shun.)
Shun gave a modest shrug and smiled.
"Спасибо. Я учил с детства, чтобы когда-нибудь приехать сюда." (Thanks. I studied it since I was a kid, hoping to come here someday.)
"Ну, это впечатляет. Большинство людей даже не могут произнести кандзи правильно," Masha giggled. (Well, that's impressive. Most people can't even pronounce kanji correctly.)
Their private moment was cut by Miku's curious tone.
"Hey… are you two talking about me?"
Shun smirked playfully.
"Maybe."
Masha leaned in slightly and whispered in an exaggerated hush.
"Секрет." (Secret.)
Miku puffed out her cheeks in a pout.
"That's not fair. You guys are totally making fun of me, aren't you?"
Shun laughed softly, shaking his head.
"Not at all. If anything, we were just admiring how cute you are when you pout like that."
Miku blinked, her expression caught between flustered and flattered.
"W-What are you saying all of a sudden?" she mumbled, hiding her face behind her drink.
Komi, who had been quietly listening, smiled behind her hand. She scribbled a note in her notebook and gently slid it toward Shun. It read:
"I wish I could speak other languages too."
Shun glanced at her and offered a kind smile.
"If you ever want to learn, I can teach you sometime, Komi-san."
Her eyes widened slightly, and she nodded shyly, then quickly turned her gaze to her tray.
Masha observed the interaction and grinned, leaning back.
"It's starting to feel like we've known each other forever, huh?"
Shun nodded.
"If every lunch is like this, I wouldn't mind making it a routine."
The girls exchanged glances. Miku glanced away with a flustered smile, Komi blushed, and Masha gave Shun a playful nudge under the table with her foot—her way of saying you're not as subtle as you think.
After lunch, the group returned to their classroom just as the bell rang, signaling the next period.
Shun had just settled back into his seat when the classroom door slid open. A graceful, elegant woman in her twenties entered. Her long, sleek black hair fell to her waist, and her crimson red eyes gleamed softly beneath her neatly parted bangs. Her curvy figure was hard to miss, yet her composed posture gave off a calm professionalism.
She approached the front of the room and offered Shun a gentle smile.
"You must be Satsujin-kun, our new transfer student." Her voice was soft, but firm with clarity.
"My name is Mayuri Hanyu, and I'll be your Home Economics teacher. I look forward to seeing what you can do in class."
Shun stood up and bowed slightly.
"Nice to meet you, Hanyu-sensei. I enjoy cooking, so I'll do my best."
Mayuri's eyes lit up a little.
"Oh? Then I'm sure you'll be right at home in my class. I'll keep an eye out for your creations."
She gave him a knowing smile before turning to prepare for her lesson. Shun quietly sat back down, his mind briefly recalling the familiar name.
'Mayuri Hanyu… the cosplayer who gave up the craft to protect her teaching career. She looks even more stunning in real life.'
When the class ended, the next teacher entered the room.
She was a very beautiful young woman with an alluring yet graceful presence. Her dark brown hair flowed down to her waist, her bangs swept to the right, and her deep green eyes held a sense of both innocence and quiet strength. She wore a fitted black blazer over a white blouse, and her curvy figure gave her an aura that was both mature and captivating.
She walked directly up to Shun, her heels clicking lightly against the floor.
"Hello, Satsujin-kun," she said kindly, placing a hand gently over her chest.
"I'm Hina Tachibana. I'll be your English teacher this year. Welcome to the class."
Shun stood and offered a respectful nod.
"Thank you, Tachibana-sensei. I've been studying English for a while now, so I'm excited to learn more from you."
Hina smiled, her expression softening with relief.
"That's wonderful. If you ever feel lost or need help with anything, don't hesitate to reach out after class."
"I appreciate that, Sensei." Shun's voice carried sincerity, and it made her cheeks faintly flush before she turned to begin the lesson.
'Hina Tachibana... From Domestic Girlfriend, huh?' Shun mused internally. He leaned back slightly, taking a quiet breath.
The next couple of teachers who entered after Hina Tachibana were unremarkable—clearly extras. He didn't bother committing their names to memory. Instead, he sat quietly at his desk, eyes half-lidded, his thoughts running far deeper than any of his classmates could imagine.
'The real work begins now.'
He wasn't here to enjoy a quiet student life. No, he had plans—and they required careful execution.
'Mayuri-sensei... I could easily blackmail her if I really wanted, but that route is messy. Risky. No... I can guide her. A woman like her—secretive, cautious, perhaps even lonely—responds better to subtlety. A gentle nudge here, a carefully worded compliment there. Suggestion... not coercion. And when the time is right—she'll follow willingly.'
Shun wasn't the kind to force affection or take shortcuts. He didn't cheat, but he knew the game better than most. The key was to make his targets believe every decision was their own.
People, especially young women, were creatures of habit—patterns. They followed routines, emotional arcs, and unconscious desires that made them predictable. And predictability, in the hands of someone like Shun, was an open invitation.
Teenage girls, for instance, often longed for a romantic experience. It wasn't just the influence of media or hormones—it was biology, social expectation, and emotional curiosity all tangled together. That made them vulnerable to charm, mystery, and emotional attention—three things Shun had in abundance.
Older women, like Kawakami and Shizuka, were different. While their emotional impulses were more controlled, inexperience in romance bred a kind of quiet desperation.
They felt time closing in, society whispering in their ears that they had to settle down before it was "too late." That longing made them hungry—for affection, for excitement, for someone who saw them not as teachers, but as women.
'And then there's the obstacle... I'm a student. They're teachers. Morality, legality—those walls won't fall with brute force. But a seed planted with care? With patience? That can bloom into something undeniable.'
Shun envisioned the path clearly. All he needed to do was build rapport, make himself indispensable, irresistible even. Make them question their boundaries, not by demanding they cross the line—but by making them want to.
And then there were the girls: Masha, Komi, Miku. All different in personality, yet each carrying the same fragile thread of adolescent emotion. They were already drawn to him—his foreign background, calm charisma, and gentle assertiveness pulled them in like gravity.
'They'll compete at first... it's only natural. But with the right words, the right moments, I can shift their perspective. Convince them that sharing me is better than losing me. Make them see me not just as a boyfriend... but as a prize worth holding together.'
Shun didn't see himself as a monster. Manipulative? Yes. But never cruel. He would offer genuine affection, protection, and fulfillment to those who gave themselves to him. He would not abandon them, nor betray them.
He was scum... but not a bastard.
And unlike most boys fumbling with emotions and lust, Shun had a plan.
'Now then...' he thought, eyes flicking subtly across the classroom, studying every movement, every interaction.
'Let the game begin.'
The day went on and finally ended. The school bell rang, signaling dismissal. Satsujin glanced toward the door and caught sight of Sumire already leaving.
'Sumire... Still moving like a gymnast. Graceful, poised. Persona doesn't exist in this world, so she won't meet the Phantom Thieves. No Joker. No metaverse. But her habits, her training—they're still intact.'
He observed her posture—disciplined, practiced. It confirmed his assumption.
'She's still dedicated. That means she likely trains somewhere nearby. If I show up during her practice, that'll give me a natural way to approach her.'
Just as he took a step, a cheerful voice called out behind him.
"Hey, Satsujin-kun!"
He turned to see Marin walking toward him with her usual bounce, and beside her was Lilysa, composed and quiet as always. The contrast between them couldn't be more obvious—yet they moved in sync, like they had done this many times before.
"We're heading out to buy supplies for our class," Marin said, flashing a bright smile.
"Want to come with us? Could use the extra hands!"
Lilysa gave a small nod. "It'll be more efficient with one more person."
Before he could answer, Masha approached and leaned in, speaking softly in Russian.
"Мне нужно встретиться с сестрой. Увидимся завтра, Сатсуджин."
("I need to meet with my sister. I'll see you tomorrow, Satsujin.")
He replied smoothly, also in Russian.
"Хорошо. Будь осторожна."
("Alright. Be careful.")
Then came Miku, adjusting her bag on her shoulder as she approached.
"I've got to meet with my sisters... Sorry, maybe next time," she said, a little regret in her voice.
Just as she left, Komi stepped forward. She didn't speak, as usual, but raised her hand, then gently pointed to Kitagawa, to Satsujin, and then to herself—asking silently if she could come along.
Kitagawa beamed. "Komi-san's coming too! This'll be fun!"
Satsujin gave a small nod. "Alright. I'll come along."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
[ Heading home with classmates. Will be back later. —Satsujin ]
With that sent, he slid his phone away and began walking beside the three girls—Kitagawa chatting excitedly, Amano offering her cool observations, and Komi listening silently but attentively.
Walking with the girls, Satsujin could feel the stares following him. Whispers trailed behind as students and strangers alike noticed him casually surrounded by three attractive girls. He knew how people operated—jealousy, curiosity, gossip. It was inevitable.
'They'll start rumors, no doubt about that. But a rumor is just a tool, like any other. Twist the narrative, and I control the flow.'
He paid the attention no mind and kept his focus on the girls. They eventually arrived at the marketplace. While Kitagawa and Amano led the way, picking out items from the school's supply list, Satsujin took on the natural role of support—carrying their bags, offering suggestions when asked, moving like he belonged.
"Hey, Satsujin-kun," Kitagawa said as she reached for a pack of colored paper. "You mentioned before that you like anime, right?"
"Yeah," Amano added, glancing over her shoulder. "You didn't say much about it though. Got any favorites?"
Komi tilted her head, her eyes bright with curiosity.
Satsujin gave a light nod. "My taste isn't really locked in. I enjoy action the most—comes naturally, I guess. But I don't mind romance either, as long as the story's good."
"Ooh!" Kitagawa grinned. "Have you ever played an eroge before? You know—those erotic visual novels?"
Komi's face flushed instantly. She looked away, clearly embarrassed.
"I-Isn't that a bit much to ask?" she wrote quickly in her notebook, holding it up with shaky hands.
Kitagawa just laughed. "Relax, Komi-san! It's not like we're making him play one right now. I'm just curious!"
Amano leaned in a little, arms crossed. "I prefer erotic manga, personally. Well-drawn, thoughtful pacing… a different kind of art form."
Satsujin raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her straightforward tone.
"I've heard of them," he replied calmly. "Never played one myself, though. Might be worth checking out—if only to understand the appeal."
Kitagawa's eyes sparkled. "Really?! I can lend you one! I've got a whole shelf! I'll pick something light—promise!"
"I'll bring some of my favorite manga next time," Amano added with a small smile. "If you're serious."
"Of course," Satsujin said. "Getting to know people means understanding what they love. I'm open to anything."
Komi's shoulders slumped a little as the conversation continued without her. She trailed behind, clutching her bag tighter.
Satsujin glanced back, slowed his steps, and moved beside her.
"You okay, Komi-san?" he asked softly. "Don't worry. You don't have to join every conversation. Just having you here is enough."
Komi looked up, blinking in surprise. Her lips parted slightly, and then a small smile formed as she gave a shy nod.
'Even silence can bloom into affection… if you nurture it right.'
They continued shopping together, the group gradually feeling less like classmates and more like something closer. Kitagawa chatting openly, Amano offering quiet insights, Komi stealing glances and smiling more often. And Satsujin—right at the center, playing the long game with care and calculation. The first threads of a harem had been sown.