Jun flipped through the pages of the booklet, his eyes scanning the profiles. He didn’t gawk or stumble; he just took it all in. He noted the genetic markers, the social standings, and the striking beauty of the women staring back at him. To anyone else, this was a catalog of the world’s most desirable women; to Jun, it was just a map of the territory.
After a few moments, he closed the leather cover with a soft thud and handed the booklet to Sora.
The Principal watched him, her crystalline blue eyes sparkling. She leaned back in her chair, crossing one shapely leg over the other, the movement drawing attention to the refined curve of her hip.
“My, my,” Ana murmured, her Russian accent thickening slightly. “I expected you to be more… ravenous. Most Prime Candidates would have spent the last ten minutes practically drooling over the pages. Are you not going to pick any girls straight away, Jun?”
Jun looked at her, his expression relaxed. “I prefer to take my time,” he said simply. “I’ve always found that the best things are worth waiting for.”
Ana let out a soft, melodic laugh. She shifted her position, leaning forward so that her chest pressed slightly against the edge of the obsidian desk. The movement was subtle, but it was a clear invitation, a glimpse of the confidence that came with a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
" ‘Ma’am’ is so formal," she teased, her voice dropping into a playful, sultry register. “We are far too close for such distance, don’t you think? You may call me Ana. Anastasia Morozov, if you prefer the full weight of my family name.” She paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Or, if you’re feeling particularly playful… you could call me ‘Big Sister.’ I’ve always had a fondness for the younger generation.”
Beside Jun, Sora stiffened. She felt a sudden, sharp spike of anxiety. She had always seen herself as the primary support for Jun, but seeing Ana—a woman who radiated a mature, seductive power—flirting so openly with him sent a jolt of jealousy through her.
Sora looked at Ana’s figure—the refined elegance, the confidence in her gaze, and the effortless way she commanded Jun’s attention. For the first time, Sora felt the pressure of competing with a woman who wasn’t just a student, but a legend in her own right.
Jun, however, didn’t let the tension spiral. He sensed Sora’s sudden distress and shifted his focus. He didn’t ignore Ana, but he didn’t let her take over.
“I appreciate the offer, Ana,” Jun replied, his voice smooth and steady. He then turned slightly toward Sora, his gaze softening. “But as for the selection… I think I’ll discuss that with Sora first. After all,” he added, his voice dropping to a low, intimate whisper that made Sora’s breath hitch, “she is my first woman here at the Academy. It only seems fair that she has a say in who joins our circle.”
The effect on Sora was instantaneous. The anxiety vanished, replaced by a wave of intense, glowing heat. To be called his “first woman”—not just his guide, not just his partner, but the first—sent a surge of pride and affection through her. She felt as though she had been given a crown.
Sora’s face exploded into a vivid crimson. She lowered her head, a shy, blissful smile playing on her lips, but beneath the surface, a sudden, pulsing heat flared between her thighs. The raw power of his words—calling her his “first woman”—sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core. She felt a sudden, heavy throb in her loins, and a warm, slick wave of arousal flooded her, dampening her lace panties instantly. She let out a tiny, shaky breath, her legs trembling slightly as she fought to keep her composure, her body reacting violently to the sheer thrill of being claimed.
Ana watched the exchange, a look of genuine admiration crossing her face. She didn’t seem jealous; rather, she looked impressed. She had seen countless men move through the Academy, most of them arrogant or clumsy, but Jun handled the emotional landscape of the room with a natural grace.
“My, my,” Ana whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of surprise and desire. “You really are a natural, aren’t you? The way you handle a woman’s heart… it’s almost as impressive as your data.”
She stood up, her movements fluid and predatory, and walked toward them. As she passed Jun, she let her hand graze his shoulder, a lingering touch that felt like a promise of things to come.
“I can’t wait to see what you can do, Jun,” Ana added, her blue eyes locking onto his with a hungry intensity. “The Academy hasn’t seen a Prime Candidate like you in a very long time. I suspect you’re going to turn this place upside down.”
Jun smiled, a confident, knowing look. He knew the game had officially begun.
“I’ll do my best not to disappoint,” he replied.
Ana gave them a final, playful wink and gestured toward the door. “Now, off you go. Your new life is waiting for you. Don’t keep the other girls waiting too long—they’re already buzzing about your arrival.”
As Jun and Sora stepped out of the office and back into the cool silence of the hallway, Sora clung to his arm, her grip tighter than before. She felt a renewed sense of purpose. She was the first, and she intended to make sure she remained the most important.
Jun looked ahead, the sprawling luxury of the Academy stretching out before them. He could feel the eyes of the student body on him, the hunger and the expectation.
He didn’t feel pressured. He felt excited.