Chapter 14 – Another Morning in Paradise
The sunlight slipped through the cream-colored curtains of Haruya's room, touching his face softly. His eyelashes flickered, and he slowly opened his eyes. A new day had begun — another day in the world where men were the rarest existence, and he, without doubt, was the rarest among them.
He stretched his arms lazily, letting out a small sigh. "Ah, another day of paradise in this world full of women," he mumbled, half joking.
After brushing his teeth and styling his hair, he wore his school uniform — neatly ironed, shining slightly under the light. The uniform fitted him so perfectly that it almost looked tailored for him alone. His reflection in the mirror made him smile. "Handsome as always," he said quietly, fixing his collar. "No wonder girls lose their minds over me."
He left his room and walked down the long hallway. The air inside the mansion smelled faintly of vanilla and morning tea. His steps echoed softly against the marble floor as he reached the dining room.
At the dining table, his mother Ayaka and his two elder sisters — Sakura and Aoi — were already seated. The moment Haruya entered, the three women's faces brightened up instantly.
"Good morning, sweetie! Did you sleep well?" Ayaka asked in her gentle, loving tone, the kind only a mother could have.
"Yes, Mom," Haruya replied with a smile, taking a seat between his two sisters.
Sakura, his older sister with calm blue eyes and a soft personality, placed a plate near him and said, "Is everything going okay in your co-ed school, Haru?"
"Yes, Onee-chan," Haruya replied. "Everything's fine."
Before he could even take a bite of his breakfast, Aoi — his second sister, a bit fiercer and more protective — spoke up, "If any girl tries to harass you, just tell me her name. I'll remind her where her place is."
Haruya chuckled awkwardly. "Onee-chan, nothing like that will happen. You know how much security the school gives to boys."
Aoi crossed her arms, giving him a look that said, "I still don't trust them."
It was her daily ritual to worry about her little brother.
Breakfast continued like that — soft, sweet, and filled with the kind of warmth only family could bring. Even though Haruya sometimes felt smothered by how protective they were, deep down he appreciated it. In this world, being a boy wasn't just about being admired — it was about surviving everyone's admiration.
After breakfast, Haruya stood up, grabbed his school bag, and made his way toward the entrance. The chauffeur and two tall, beautiful female bodyguards were already waiting beside the car. Both were wearing black suits and shades, giving the perfect "don't mess with him" aura.
"Good morning, young master," one of them greeted politely as she opened the car door.
"Morning," Haruya replied casually and stepped in.
As the car started moving, he leaned back and looked out the window. The city of Astoria glowed under the morning sun. Beautiful women in school uniforms and office suits walked down the streets, chatting, laughing, and sometimes even waving when they saw the car.
Haruya smiled faintly. He had gotten used to it by now — the constant attention, the whispers, the admiration. But sometimes, he found it a little funny. If this were my old world, half of these girls wouldn't even look at me, he thought. Now look at them — blushing like I'm some celebrity.
His bodyguard sitting beside him gave a small glance. "Young master, are you thinking about something?"
"Hmm? Nothing," Haruya said with a grin. "Just wondering if being handsome is a blessing or a curse."
Both bodyguards exchanged a small smile but didn't reply. They had learned long ago that Haruya's sense of humor always came mixed with confidence.
After a short drive, the car arrived at the school gates. The driver stepped out and opened the door for him. The moment Haruya stepped out, heads turned. Girls from different classes who were entering the campus froze for a moment — and then whispers began spreading like wildfire.
"Look! Haruya-sama is here!"
"Oh my God, he's even more beautiful than yesterday!"
"I can't believe I'm breathing the same air as him…"
"His uniform looks perfect on him, I swear he glows."
"He is my idol, my male God.."
Haruya gave a small smile and nodded politely. He had learned that being too cold made them cry, and being too kind made them faint — so he tried to stay in the middle.
He walked through the main hallway, his bodyguards stopping at the school's entrance. As he entered the building, the echo of girls' giggles and whispers followed him like background music.
When he stepped into his classroom, the atmosphere immediately shifted. Every pair of eyes turned toward him, some sparkling with admiration, others darkened with envy.
The girls in his class were always on edge whenever he arrived. Some pretended to study, others whispered to their friends, and a few simply froze in place, unable to speak.
Haruya calmly walked to his desk, his expression unreadable but his presence enough to make hearts skip beats.
"Good morning, everyone," he said softly.
Half of the class nearly melted.
Then, a few moments later, Saeko entered the classroom — the same girl from yesterday. The shy one. The one who had gathered enough courage to ask for his contact.
The moment she stepped in, the room's energy changed again — this time, darker. Every girl in the room turned toward her with burning eyes. Some whispered, some glared. A few even clenched their fists under their desks.
Poor Saeko looked like a sheep entering a den of lions.
As she walked toward her seat — which happened to be right beside Haruya — the tension in the room could be felt. Every girl's expression silently screamed: "Why her?"
Haruya looked at her and smiled gently. "Oh, hello Saeko. Nice to see you again."
The room went dead silent.
Saeko froze. Her cheeks turned pink. "H-Haruya-sama… g-good morning…" she stuttered, bowing her head slightly.
Haruya nodded, pretending not to notice how nervous she was. "You don't have to be so formal, you know," he said with a small laugh.
That laugh was like a dagger to every girl's heart in the class.
Saeko's hands trembled as she sat down, unable to stop blushing. She felt every jealous gaze stabbing her from behind, but deep down, she couldn't help but feel proud. He talked to me again… he actually remembers me…
Haruya opened his notebook and started reviewing yesterday's lessons, though a small smirk crossed his face. He knew exactly what kind of chaos his simple "hello" had caused.
Girls in this world are scary, he thought. They could start a war over a good morning.
Meanwhile, the jealous whispers around the class began again.
"Ugh, look at her sitting next to him…"
"Why did he choose her seat to talk to?"
"She must've done something — no way he'd just give his number like that."
"Maybe she bribed him with lunch or something."
Haruya didn't even have to look up to know what they were thinking. He could feel the atmosphere like static electricity.
As the homeroom bell rang, everyone quickly pretended to act normal, though half the class still stole glances at him from time to time.
Haruya leaned back slightly in his chair, resting his chin on his hand. He wasn't arrogant — he was just honest with himself. He knew how the world worked here. Girls would do anything to get his attention, and he'd have to survive through it with grace, humor, and maybe just a little bit of mischief.
He turned his head slightly and looked at Saeko, who was still trembling while trying to write her notes. He smiled faintly. Cute, he thought. But she really needs to relax before she gives herself a heart attack.
For a brief moment, their eyes met. Saeko almost dropped her pen.
And Haruya — being Haruya — just chuckled quietly.
To Be Continued...