On her way to the classroom, Nikla ran into her best friend, Kana. She had pink hair with long twintails, green eyes, and the biggest boobs in the school. Unlike her, Kana was cheerful and always smiling.
"Hey, Nikla!" Kana smiled at her. "Congrats! Your speech was awesome!"
"Shut up," Nikla said, frowning.
"You're welcome!" Kana winked at her. "Also, did you hear the news?"
"What news?" Nikla asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It's about Remnya and her son! They're moving back to Crysalton! Apparently, the Crimson Army will return to their old base in the city."
"Wait, why is Remnya coming back?" Nikla's eyes widened. "Is the war on pedophiles over?"
"It seems so," Kana replied, her boobs bouncing as she walked. "The pedophiles have been vanquished, and their leader, Joffrey Einstein, has been captured."
"Well, that's good, I guess."
"Yes! I'm so happy! I'VE NOT SEEN NERO IN YEARS!" Kana was jumping up and down, her tits jiggling. "Do you think he has gotten handsome?"
“I don’t know, I don’t care.”
“Oh, come on, Nikla! I bet you’re excited to see him, too!”
Nikla rolled her eyes, and both girls walked into the classroom, Class F, the dumpster of Razdef High School, a cesspool of the worst students in the entire city. The room smelled like farts and sweat, and there were drawings of dicks all over the walls.
The blonde girl took her seat next to the door and grabbed the bucket of paint the janitor had left for her. She started painting a red circle on the floor around her desk.
Kana sat behind her, watching her paint with a smile on her face. "What are you doing?"
"Pest control," Nikla replied. "Anyone who dares to cross this line will die."
"Do you think that will work?" Kana tilted her head.
Caillou, the boy with cancer, entered the classroom, his huge bald head shining brightly. Ever since his show was cancelled, he’d been forced to attend this school. His cancer was almost in its final stage, but not even that was gonna stop this piece of shit from being the same annoying brat he's always been.
The ugly kid frowned and tried to go to his seat, but accidentally stepped on the wet paint.
Nikla stood up and punched him in the face, sending him flying across the room. The baldy hit the wall and fell unconscious. The rest of the students stared at Nikla and cheered for her, some even clapped.
Chong Chong ran to his friend. "Are you okay?" he said, checking Caillou's pulse. Chong Chong was a Chinese boy who wore no pants and always tied his penis and balls with a cord. He had a permit to be naked from the waist down, but he had to wear the mandatory white shirt and red tie of the school uniform.
Despite being Chinese, he was a kind soul, a rarity in this shithole. He wasn't just kind but also naive, thinking he could make friends while having his dick and balls tied up like a sausage.
The classroom filled up with more students, each uglier than the last. Nikla and Kana stood out like diamonds among coal. However, this year, they had a few good additions, such as Jean Pierre.
The French boy sat on the desk next to Nikla, but separated by at least 2 meters. He was still traumatized by the incident at the assembly. "Salut! Je suis Jean Pierre," he said, smiling. He had a weird accent and a cute smile.
Before Kana could reply, Tamara, the black girl, interrupted them. "Wow! Look at that!" she exclaimed, looking at the boy. "Finally, a cute boy in our class!"
Tamara was a fat, black girl with red dyed hair. Her huge boobs and ass were squeezed by her tight uniform, her black skin shining with sweat.
"Tamara, you're scaring the new student," Kana said.
"I'm not scaring him!" she said, laughing. "I'm just admiring him!"
Jean Pierre began to tremble. Seeing black people triggered his PTSD, flashbacks from his home country. It was invaded by black and Muslims refugees decades ago.
The government of Razdef had declared France an African nation, and that's why Razdef High School had begun to welcome white French students; they were refugees from that shithole. Jean Pierre's family was one of many that had to leave to avoid being raped or murdered by Muslim terrorists or African savages.
Finally, the teacher, Mr. Hilter, entered the room, wearing his usual shit-filled diaper. He wore no pants because he didn't want to get them dirty; only his shirt, socks, and shoes. He walked to his desk with the usual scowl on his face.
He had a Hitler mustache and the same haircut. However, he was fat and ugly. His face was covered in boils, acne, and scars. And the huge diaper he wore didn't help.
He took his seat and said, "Okay, listen up, maggots." Mr. Hilter glared at the students, his eyes scanning the classroom. "This year, as every year, I will teach you the value of life, the importance of hard work, and the superiority of the aryan race."
Nobody listened to his racist speech. They were too busy catching up with their friends, talking about their summers, and smoking weed.
Seeing how nobody was paying attention, Mr. Hilter took his baby bottle filled with milk and started sucking it angrily, his mustache getting wet. He was a 50-year-old baby, after all, and he deserved to be pampered like one.
Finally, Kristen arrived. He had recovered from Nikla’s beating, but he still looked like a corpse. His uniform was even dirtier than before, and he was now missing a few teeth, giving him a more ghoulish appearance.
"Kristen! You're late!" Mr. Hilter scolded him. "And on your first day!"
Kristen lowered his head, "Sorry, Mr. Hilter. I had a problem." He then noticed Nikla, and a huge smile formed on his swollen, bloody face. "Niku!"
Nikla's eye twitched. "WHY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?!" she yelled.
"Niku, my pp is happy to see you!" Kristen said, pointing at his crotch. "It's so hard that it hurts!"
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT, YOU DISGUSTING CUNT!"
And it was true, Kristen was having an erection for the first time in his life. His micro penis was so hard that it reached the impressive length of 2 centimeters. It was like a small, pink button pushing against the fabric of his stained pants.
Nikla was about to use her gun to shoot him, but another student entered the classroom. A tiny girl with long silver hair and silver eyes, wearing a pristine school uniform and a cute hat with cat ears. The girl was Danna Ai, the loliest of the lolis.
Kristen's expression changed, and he took a defensive stance. "Danna, what are you doing here?"
"Slug," she said, her voice as sweet as poison. "It's been 3 long months. Life snatched you away from me; a cruel twist of fate forced us onto separate paths. But now, at last, destiny has brought us together once more."
Kristen shuddered, a cold sweat trickling down his spine. "I won't fall for it again, Danna. I'm a wiser man now." He walked toward the door, ready to escape.
Danna pointed a finger at him. "Slug. There's a giant bug behind you."
“I told you! I won’t fall for it!” He crossed his arms and smiled.
A huge brown antenna tickled his ear.
Kristen turned around and saw a giant cockroach the size of a horse, its antennae twitching and its mandibles clicking. The creature looked at him with its multifaceted eyes, and he felt a primal fear.
The monster bit off Kristen's head, and the boy's body fell to the floor, blood gushing from his neck. The cockroach swallowed the head in one gulp and began to eat the rest of the body, crunching on the bones.
The class erupted in chaos. Tamara shat herself, her massive ass exploding with a wet fart that echoed through the room. Caillou, who had just woken up, ran around the room like a headless chicken, his tiny arms flailing, until someone smashed his head with a chair.
Students were screaming, shitting themselves and running around, knocking over desks and chairs. Jean Pierre was hiding under a desk, crying and praying to the Virgin Mary. "Les insectes sont partout! Ils vont manger mon bite!"
"Should we do something?" Kana asked, but Nikla was already asleep, her head resting on her desk, her blonde hair spilling over the wood.
"Slug," Danna said, pointing a tiny finger at the now-dead Kristen. "You summoned a pestilence upon this classroom."
Our heroes were facing one of the biggest threats to their school lives so far. The cockroach was massive, its shell a gleaming, oily black, etched with the grime of a thousand sewers. Its antennae twitched independently, tasting the terror in the air.
However, Nikla slept, Kana was trying to help Tamara clean her mess, and the rest were either dead, dying, or hiding. WHO COULD SAVE THEM NOW?
AAAAAAAAAH!