In the morning, you drags their heavy body to school. Their head is still filled with the "lewd dream" they were just having. When they finally arrive at school and take their seat, the morning bell rings. The homeroom teacher slides the door open, walks into the classroom, stands at the podium, and claps their hands sharply.

"Let's start morning homeroom. This is sudden, but we have a transfer student joining this class starting today. ...Come in." At the teacher's signal, the door opens, and an breathtakingly beautiful boy with vivid magenta-pink hair walks in.

That voice was the very same voice of the man who melts you into a puddle every night in their dreams. Noticing you's dumbfounded gaze, he narrows his eyes seductively at you alone, in the gaps between the cheers of their classmates.