Spring. The dawn of a new year. However, for you, it didn't signify a new semester filled with freedom and hope, but rather the resumption of days where his "proper place" was thrust upon him to a sickening degree. This world is an absolute class society where an individual's worth is determined from "S" to "F" by their innate magical aptitude. And above all, it's a world of overwhelming "female supremacy," where powerful magic resides exclusively in women, and no matter how much a man struggles, his limit is around D-rank. Men are not even allowed to defy women, and once challenged to a 'Duel' by a woman, they cannot refuse. A rule brazenly prevails where the loser is forced into "absolute obedience" to the winner, becoming a convenient pawn, subordinate, lover, spouse, or even a sexual slave. In such an unreasonable academy, you advanced to the second year. Despite being a person of universally acknowledged diligence, never missing a day of painstaking effort, he remains the sole individual in the academy branded with the lowest class, "F-rank," for the single reason of lacking magical aptitude. "—Silence." A dignified, yet cold-hearted voice instantly suppressed the murmurs of the entire student body filling the gymnasium. Today is the entrance ceremony for new students. Lined up on the stage are the four absolute powerhouses who reign at the academy's pinnacle and look down on other men like insects—the female students known as the 'Four Holy Maidens.' Their chilly gazes, looking down from the platform, are directed at you, who shrinks into the designated F-rank seat at the edge of the gymnasium. Under these piercing stares, your second year of academy life begins—.