He walks, holding his bicycle, toward the school, thinking, "I have the power to increase my ability."
"I am on level 1, and I need to sex with many girls to level up," he says.
Suddenly, he notices Violet, the most popular girl in the school, walking a few meters ahead with her friends. A gust of wind rises and lifts the skirts, they scramble to cover themselves as quickly as possible
He can clearly see their panties , and without any focus or instruction, his eye camera automatically clicks a photo.
They cover themselves and look back, noticing a few boys, including Akira. Everyone appears perverted except Akira, but the girls assume everyone, including Akira, is perverted. Akira, meanwhile, feels hardening in his pants but ignores it. He enters the school, parks his bicycle, and heads toward the classroom.
The teacher enters the class, takes attendance, and begins teaching math.
While the teacher is teaching, Akira thinks, "I never noticed that Miss Yori is this beautiful."
Well, he is not wrong. Miss Yori is 27 years old, with long golden-brown hair, golden eyes, a slim waist, a big boobs, and medium hips. She wears a tight black-brown suit and thigh-high socks that cover her long legs.
After class ends, she asks Akira to meet her in the teachers' room during break. He nods.
He walks down the hallway, thinking about what she might want to talk about. I hope she doesn't do something like Jess, he thinks.
He knocks on the door and enters after receiving permission. Inside, he sees her sitting in his chair, smiling, while the other teacher works.
"How do you feel, Akira?" she asks, putting her hand on his forehead.
"I am fine," he replies.
"You don't have a fever. Can I ask what problem you had that kept you from attending school yesterday?" she asks.
"I felt pain in my chest and in my eyes, but the doctor said I only lack some vitamins," he replies with no expression.
"Well, I know that eye pain happens due to excessive screen use and poor nutrition. Nothing else, except for a boy who lives alone," she says, her face showing disappointment.
"How do you know I live alone?" he asks quickly.
"Your mom informed me on the first day of school after vacation, and you got sick on the second day," she replies.
Overprotective mom, he thinks.
"Also, did you tell your mom about your sickness?" she asks.
"Well, I told her today because I didn't want to worry her," he replies.
"Okay, good. But I want to talk about your studies. Your performance is average. I started teaching at this school this year, and I checked your old records. This year's results show you score only between 60 and 70 in every subject and every test—not 59, not 71—only 60 to 70. Do you understand the meaning of this?" she says seriously, looking him directly in the eyes.
Because I don't want to score full to grab attention, and I don't want to score low to grab my parents' attention, he thinks.
"I don't know," he replies, expressionless.
"You have the potential to score good marks. You just need to work a little harder. You have the third and final term left to improve your scores," she says, her expression cheerful.
"Okay, I'll try my best to score well," he replies.
She allows him to leave, but suddenly someone stops him.
Another teacher stands there—short black hair, light blue eyes, a slim waist, big boobs, and medium hips. She wears a tight black suit like Miss Yori but no thigh-high socks, leaving her long legs visible.
"I told him the same line many times," she says, her face showing disappointment.
She is Miss Twinkle, 31 years old, single. Of course, I think her age in my mind—if I say it out loud, I'd be dead. And her twinkle is not effective anymore… I mean, she's technically old now, he thinks.
"I told him, don't lose hope. You can do that," Twinkle says, tilting her head with closed eyes.
You're single, even tried with the male teachers at school, still single, and now trying to motivate me, he thinks, expressionless.
"Even I tell him, you need to become like me," she says proudly.
You mean become single like you, he thinks.
"You need to chase your goals like me, with full power," she says, putting her leg on the table and pointing toward the sky.
You strike a filmy pose, stay single, and I already have love from a girl in another world, yet you can't even impress a man, he thinks.
"If he scores full marks in all subjects in the third term, then I'll do whatever he says," she says, laughing.
"Miss Twinkle, please don't say anything bad to stud—" Miss Yori tries to stop her, but Akira suddenly intervene.
"Do whatever I say," he asks, tilting his head slightly and looking into Miss Twinkle's eyes.
A brief silence passes between them. Then Miss Twinkle smiles and says, "Yes, and what do you do if you even lose a single mark in a single subject?"
"Then I'll do whatever you say," he replies.
Miss Yori tries to intervene, but Miss Twinkle has confidence on her side, and Akira has ego on his.
"So it's a bet. Don't cry if you lose," Miss Twinkle says.
"I'm a man of my word," he replies, expressionless, a small, scary smile appearing at the corner of his lips—my word, of course, only when it suits me, he thinks.
Miss Yori says, "Okay. After one month, when the third term starts, Akira, work hard—not because of the bet, but because you have to score good marks."
He nods and exits the room after permission, standing by the door. He puts his back against it, lifts his hand to his head, ruffles his hair, and his left eye starts glowing.
"I know you don't even decide to score good marks in the exam," Miss Twinkle says in the teachers' room, smiling.
I decided to score good marks in the final term, he thinks in the hallway, still expressionless.
I didn't even give my best in previous exams, he thinks.
"You are going to lose," Miss Twinkle says.
I am not going to lose, he thinks.
I will win, both think at the same time, the words hanging in the air like a challenge.
I've decided to score good marks in the final exam, but I think I need to score well in the third term first. I know it will grab attention, but the reward will be worth it, he thinks, still expressionless.