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- 17
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Story Synopsis -
Hunter, a bold transfer student, finds himself thrust into the unfamiliar halls of a prestigious, Japanese-dominated school. From the moment he steps onto campus, he realizes he’s out of his depth—cultural norms, strict rules, and a school hierarchy that doesn’t tolerate stepping out of line. But none of that prepares him for his first encounter with Yukio—a charming yet unapologetically eccentric girl who takes a peculiar interest in him.
What begins as a budding friendship takes a bizarre turn when Yukio reveals her true nature: she’s a self-proclaimed “perverted entity.” Intrigued and not one to back down, Hunter challenges her with a bold claim—he’s more perverted than she is. Thus begins an outrageous competition that spirals into a series of escalating dares, pranks, and teasing moments that blur the line between rivalry and romance.
However, the stakes are far greater than Hunter realizes. The school’s ironclad rules, enforced ruthlessly by the Principal and a formidable Student Council, leave no room for misconduct. As Hunter’s antics with Yukio and a growing circle of admirers draw more attention, the Student Council begins to see him as a threat to the school’s pristine reputation. Yet, despite their suspicions, Hunter’s cunning ensures they can’t pin any infractions on him.
Future of this novel -
This has a high chance of being adapted into a manga, This will require obviously a fanbase and funding. If this light novel get's high traction, I'll make this happen.
Fun facts about this story -
The protagonist, isn't a pussy, do what you will with that information.
This is an original novel so a-lot of time was placed into making this light novel.
Hope you enjoy!
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Hunter, a bold transfer student, finds himself thrust into the unfamiliar halls of a prestigious, Japanese-dominated school. From the moment he steps onto campus, he realizes he’s out of his depth—cultural norms, strict rules, and a school hierarchy that doesn’t tolerate stepping out of line. But none of that prepares him for his first encounter with Yukio—a charming yet unapologetically eccentric girl who takes a peculiar interest in him.
What begins as a budding friendship takes a bizarre turn when Yukio reveals her true nature: she’s a self-proclaimed “perverted entity.” Intrigued and not one to back down, Hunter challenges her with a bold claim—he’s more perverted than she is. Thus begins an outrageous competition that spirals into a series of escalating dares, pranks, and teasing moments that blur the line between rivalry and romance.
However, the stakes are far greater than Hunter realizes. The school’s ironclad rules, enforced ruthlessly by the Principal and a formidable Student Council, leave no room for misconduct. As Hunter’s antics with Yukio and a growing circle of admirers draw more attention, the Student Council begins to see him as a threat to the school’s pristine reputation. Yet, despite their suspicions, Hunter’s cunning ensures they can’t pin any infractions on him.
Future of this novel -
This has a high chance of being adapted into a manga, This will require obviously a fanbase and funding. If this light novel get's high traction, I'll make this happen.
Fun facts about this story -
The protagonist, isn't a pussy, do what you will with that information.
This is an original novel so a-lot of time was placed into making this light novel.
Hope you enjoy!
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- Nov 26, 2024
- 17
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Chapter 1
The sun was setting over the quiet suburb,
casting long shadows through the windows of the Thompson household.
Boxes littered the floor, filled with memories and belongings,
marking the end of an era.
"Where's Hunter?"
Mr. Thompson's voice echoed down the hallway as he balanced a box in his arms,
his silhouette barely visible through the doorway.
"He's in his room packing," Mrs. Thompson replied with a forced cheerfulness,
tailing her husband with her own box of books.
Mr. Thompson paused, setting his load down with a thud.
"I think you should check on him. He didn't seem too thrilled about this move."
"He'll be fine," she said dismissively,
her voice lacking the warmth usually reserved for family matters.
"Don't do that," Mr. Thompson countered, his tone firm.
"This isn't just about moving.
He's leaving behind his entire life here, including Jessica."
Mrs. Thompson sighed, her arms crossing over her chest.
"I get it, but growing up means leaving things behind.
I had to do it when I married you."
"That's not the same," he replied, his voice softening.
"Just talk to him, please."
"Fine," she conceded, handing over her box.
"I'll go now. You're so cute when you get all parental."
"Shut up," she muttered with a half-smile,
her heels clicking against the hardwood as she walked away.
Her figure was accentuated by her attire—light,
brown khakis hugging her curves,
high knee boots adding a touch of sophistication,
and a navy blue blouse that contrasted with her soft pale skin.
Her coffee brown hair swayed with each step,
carrying a scent of warm honey and tuberose.
In his mind, Mr. Thompson thought, (Damn, were gonna have so many kids).
"Hunter!" she called out, nearing his room. When there was no response,
she raised her voice, "Hunter, can you hear me?"
She knocked, and Hunter started, yanking off his headphones,
his room a mess of clothes and books.
"Yes!" he responded, his voice muffled through the door.
"Can I come in? We need to talk," she said, her tone shifting to one of concern.
Hunter, after a brief hesitation, allowed her entry.
"Sure," he said, though his voice carried an undercurrent of annoyance.
"Are you still upset about the move?" she asked, watching him pack with a sense of urgency.
"Very much so," Hunter admitted, his frustration palpable.
"Why now? I was going to tell Jessica how I felt."
"You've had years to confess," she retorted, standing firm.
"What about the Zombie Movie Event?"
"Zombie Movie Event?" Hunter echoed, confused.
She sighed, "I saw you two. You had your arm around her,
and you were caressing her ass.
She wasn't pulling away. That was your chance, Hunter."
He looked down, the weight of missed opportunities heavy on his shoulders.
"It's too late now. Saying something would just hurt more."
His mother's eyes softened. "Then let's look forward.
There's good news about your new school."
Hunter looked up, curiosity piqued. "What kind?"
"It's called Tokyo's Academy. It's affordable, has dorms,
and you can finally use your skills for speaking in Japanese.
Plus it's affordable."
"You said that already, So your telling me the only reason you picked this school,
was because it was cheap?"
Hunter replied. "Exactly," his mother replies with a smile.
"Your too much like dad, it's kind of scary." a mix of disbelief and resignation in his voice.
"Yes," she confirmed without hesitation.
He shook his head, "I'll pretend I didn't hear that."
"It's an opportunity," she pressed, trying to inject some enthusiasm into the conversation.
"And you need to get back to packing. We leave soon."
"Understood," Hunter said, his voice now flat,
his mind racing with thoughts of what could have been and what might be.
Hunter followed his mother through the hallway, his belongings in hand,
feeling the weight of his decisions as they approached the front door.
The moment he stepped outside, the familiar faces of his childhood friends greeted him,
including Jessica, whose presence made his heart race with a mix of dread and longing.
"Hunter, are you really leaving?!" Jessica's voice was sharp with disbelief.
"That's low bro," Kelvin added, his tone laced with betrayal.
"You should've at least told us. We're your best friends,"
Kenny interjected, his voice carrying a hint of hurt.
"Exactly, do you think you're too cool for us now?"
Jessica challenged, her eyes searching Hunter's for answers.
Hunter responds in a joking manner.
"See, what you're not gonna to do is gang up on me."
"And what you're not going to do is disappear without a word to any of us
Mr.," Jessica countered with a playful yet stern look.
"Touché," Hunter conceded with a wry smile.
"Okay, everyone listen up," he began, trying to explain,
"I'm as shocked as you are. It all happened so fast."
"He had two days," Hunter's dad shouted from inside before dashing off,
leaving Hunter to deal with the fallout.
"WHAT?!" Hunter exclaimed, his face a mask of frustration.
"Man, I'm gonna kill that guy."
"We had plans, you know,"
Kenny said, reminding him of their upcoming birthday celebration.
"We were going to take you to the rave."
"Are you serious?" Hunter's voice mixed excitement with regret.
"I've been wanting to go for ages. That's a missed opportunity."
"Shii, I'll take your ticket then,"
Kelvin chimed in with a smirk. "I'll go with Kenny."
"To be fair, the tickets haven't come in yet," Kelvin added,
perhaps trying to soften the blow.
As the boys chatted, Jessica felt increasingly sidelined.
She planned her move, her eyes never leaving Hunter.
"Hunter!" she called out, her voice cutting through the chatter.
"Can we talk in private for a moment?
I need to express myself," she said, her tone earnest.
"Who even says 'express' like that?" Kenny chuckled.
"You know Jessica's a weirdo.
Go on, Hunter, we'll get your stuff,"
Kelvin encouraged, nudging Hunter towards Jessica.
"Um, okay," Hunter agreed, confusion evident in his voice.
Jessica took his hand, her touch gentle yet firm, guiding him away from the group.
As they moved, Hunter was enveloped by the scent of her perfume,
noticing her soft hands, her brown knitted sweater and beanie,
and the delicate heart-shaped earrings.
"Okay, this should do," Jessica said, stopping in a secluded spot.
"What do you want to talk about?" Hunter asked, his nerves on edge.
"For starters, Hunter, you mean so much to me.
Finding out you're leaving really hurt," she began,
her voice cracking with emotion.
"I didn't want you to leave... but even if you stayed,
I'd be moving soon too," she confessed, her vulnerability laid bare.
"Is that so," Hunter said, his own feelings twisting inside him.
He felt an inexplicable pull towards her,
his heart beating faster with every word she spoke.
Her openness, her raw emotions, made her even more beautiful to him.
"My dad said we're moving soon too,
but he won't tell me where. He just said I'd be happier there," Jessica continued.
"So either way, you'd be gone, and I don't want that," she said, her eyes glistening.
"It's not fair, but I have something to get off my breast...
Hunter couldn't help but laugh, his chuckle echoing slightly.
"You said breast," he pointed out, trying not to laugh too hard.
"I know, I'm trying something new," Jessica defended with a pout.
"That's such a weird way to talk during a serious convo,"
Hunter teased, still chuckling.
"It's not funny!" Jessica protested,
though her eyes sparkled with mirth.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Hunter said, wiping his eyes.
"Do you remember—" Jessica started, but Hunter's laughter cut her off again.
"What now?" she asked, her cheeks flushing.
"I thought you'd say it again," Hunter explained, still amused.
"You never take anything seriously," she sighed, but then,
looking into his eyes, added, "But I love that about you."
That statement made Hunter's heart skip.
"Remember when we were kids, and we said we'd date and marry each other?"
"Yeah, but we were just kids," Hunter responded, his tone softening.
"Does that make it any less true for you?" Jessica asked, her voice hopeful.
"Not at all," he admitted.
"I've always felt that way, Hunter. I'm in love with you, and I always have been.
Don't forget about me," she confessed, her words hanging in the air like a promise.
Hunter, overcome with emotion, drew her into his arms,
his hands slipping naturally to her waist, then lower.
Jessica smiled, feeling their connection deepen,
even as her heart ached with the impending goodbye.
Jessica, flushed from the intimacy of the moment,
leaned in to kiss Hunter's cheek, her body pressing softly against his.
The contact was brief, but as she began to pull away, Hunter,
driven by an overwhelming surge of affection and longing,
drew her back into his embrace.
His hands found their way to her waist,
then more daringly to her curves, as he kissed her lips.
Her mouth tasted of sweet mint, a freshness that invigorated him.
The kiss deepened, passion overriding caution.
Jessica's response was immediate and fervent,
her hands exploring the contours of his chest,
granting him an unspoken permission.
Hunter's touch became more insistent,
caressing her with a hunger that matched the urgency of their situation.
He felt the contour of her figure under his palms,
the warmth of her skin through her clothes,
and her breath quickening with each touch.
Their kisses grew fervent, a dance of tongues and lips,
until an unexpected clash of teeth broke the rhythm.
Hunter, wincing, let out a curse, "Fuck, that hurt! Did I break a tooth?"
Jessica couldn't help but giggle,
the pain of her teeth momentarily forgotten in the absurdity of the moment.
"That hurt like hell, are you okay?" she asked, laughter still in her voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Hunter replied, rubbing his gums, though the pain lingered.
"We gotta get better at that," he remarked, a rueful grin on his face.
"Oh yeah, how?" Jessica teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Yeah, you're right," Hunter agreed,
the moment of levity easing the tension between them.
"I think we should head back," Jessica suggested,
her voice now softer,
a touch of sadness creeping in as she realized their stolen moment was over.
The reality of their impending separation loomed once more,
casting a shadow over the fleeting joy they had just shared.
Together, they walked back towards the house, hand in hand,
the warmth of their connection still lingering,
but now tempered by the cold reality of life's inevitable changes.
Hunter finishes placing all of his items in the truck then prepares
to say goodbye to all of his friends.
Sad for what's to come. "Bye everyone, I'll try to visit if I can."
"You better visit me,"
Jessica replies angrily. "Same here," replies Kelvin.
"I second that," Kenny inserts.
"I'll do my best, I love you all," Hunter says proudly.
"I love you too," Jessica replies.
"Yo what's good with you?" Kenny replying to Jessica.
"You guys are something else," Kelvin replies
laughing. "We love you too homie, now get in the truck,
before your mom get's mad."
"He's got a point," Mr. Thompson responds.
Hunter says goodbye to his friends and finally sits in
the truck leaving his friends behind to continue on in life.
As the wind blows from the car window, Hunter looks at his new living area,
the air feels different.
The architecture of certain buildings have been altered
from what he's used to. It was along trip,
over 3 hours of travel time.
The exhaustion was at a all time high.
But they soon made it to their destination.
Hunter soon get's out of his vehicle, to enter into his new home.
His neighborhood seems to be near his school.
Hunter noticed the demographic here is true to his new school.
This was a Japanese dominated neighborhood,
So by default Hunter felt like and outsider towards everyone.
But from a distance Hunter noticed someone who peaked his interest.
There was a beautiful girl with short hair,
wearing a hoodie with rather large-
"Wow here breast are huge." Hunter interrupted me to say.
"Look at those thighs." Hunter continues
"This girl is built correctly."
As Hunter is fantasizing about laying on her front pillows,
Mr. and Mrs. Thompson begins to bring the heavy boxes into the new house,
balancing them on their arms,
as they walk towards the front door with haste.
"What are you standing around for, get started." The mother
yells at Hunter, grabbing his attention to start helping with a sense of urgency.
The sun was setting over the quiet suburb,
casting long shadows through the windows of the Thompson household.
Boxes littered the floor, filled with memories and belongings,
marking the end of an era.
"Where's Hunter?"
Mr. Thompson's voice echoed down the hallway as he balanced a box in his arms,
his silhouette barely visible through the doorway.
"He's in his room packing," Mrs. Thompson replied with a forced cheerfulness,
tailing her husband with her own box of books.
Mr. Thompson paused, setting his load down with a thud.
"I think you should check on him. He didn't seem too thrilled about this move."
"He'll be fine," she said dismissively,
her voice lacking the warmth usually reserved for family matters.
"Don't do that," Mr. Thompson countered, his tone firm.
"This isn't just about moving.
He's leaving behind his entire life here, including Jessica."
Mrs. Thompson sighed, her arms crossing over her chest.
"I get it, but growing up means leaving things behind.
I had to do it when I married you."
"That's not the same," he replied, his voice softening.
"Just talk to him, please."
"Fine," she conceded, handing over her box.
"I'll go now. You're so cute when you get all parental."
"Shut up," she muttered with a half-smile,
her heels clicking against the hardwood as she walked away.
Her figure was accentuated by her attire—light,
brown khakis hugging her curves,
high knee boots adding a touch of sophistication,
and a navy blue blouse that contrasted with her soft pale skin.
Her coffee brown hair swayed with each step,
carrying a scent of warm honey and tuberose.
In his mind, Mr. Thompson thought, (Damn, were gonna have so many kids).
"Hunter!" she called out, nearing his room. When there was no response,
she raised her voice, "Hunter, can you hear me?"
She knocked, and Hunter started, yanking off his headphones,
his room a mess of clothes and books.
"Yes!" he responded, his voice muffled through the door.
"Can I come in? We need to talk," she said, her tone shifting to one of concern.
Hunter, after a brief hesitation, allowed her entry.
"Sure," he said, though his voice carried an undercurrent of annoyance.
"Are you still upset about the move?" she asked, watching him pack with a sense of urgency.
"Very much so," Hunter admitted, his frustration palpable.
"Why now? I was going to tell Jessica how I felt."
"You've had years to confess," she retorted, standing firm.
"What about the Zombie Movie Event?"
"Zombie Movie Event?" Hunter echoed, confused.
She sighed, "I saw you two. You had your arm around her,
and you were caressing her ass.
She wasn't pulling away. That was your chance, Hunter."
He looked down, the weight of missed opportunities heavy on his shoulders.
"It's too late now. Saying something would just hurt more."
His mother's eyes softened. "Then let's look forward.
There's good news about your new school."
Hunter looked up, curiosity piqued. "What kind?"
"It's called Tokyo's Academy. It's affordable, has dorms,
and you can finally use your skills for speaking in Japanese.
Plus it's affordable."
"You said that already, So your telling me the only reason you picked this school,
was because it was cheap?"
Hunter replied. "Exactly," his mother replies with a smile.
"Your too much like dad, it's kind of scary." a mix of disbelief and resignation in his voice.
"Yes," she confirmed without hesitation.
He shook his head, "I'll pretend I didn't hear that."
"It's an opportunity," she pressed, trying to inject some enthusiasm into the conversation.
"And you need to get back to packing. We leave soon."
"Understood," Hunter said, his voice now flat,
his mind racing with thoughts of what could have been and what might be.
Hunter followed his mother through the hallway, his belongings in hand,
feeling the weight of his decisions as they approached the front door.
The moment he stepped outside, the familiar faces of his childhood friends greeted him,
including Jessica, whose presence made his heart race with a mix of dread and longing.
"Hunter, are you really leaving?!" Jessica's voice was sharp with disbelief.
"That's low bro," Kelvin added, his tone laced with betrayal.
"You should've at least told us. We're your best friends,"
Kenny interjected, his voice carrying a hint of hurt.
"Exactly, do you think you're too cool for us now?"
Jessica challenged, her eyes searching Hunter's for answers.
Hunter responds in a joking manner.
"See, what you're not gonna to do is gang up on me."
"And what you're not going to do is disappear without a word to any of us
Mr.," Jessica countered with a playful yet stern look.
"Touché," Hunter conceded with a wry smile.
"Okay, everyone listen up," he began, trying to explain,
"I'm as shocked as you are. It all happened so fast."
"He had two days," Hunter's dad shouted from inside before dashing off,
leaving Hunter to deal with the fallout.
"WHAT?!" Hunter exclaimed, his face a mask of frustration.
"Man, I'm gonna kill that guy."
"We had plans, you know,"
Kenny said, reminding him of their upcoming birthday celebration.
"We were going to take you to the rave."
"Are you serious?" Hunter's voice mixed excitement with regret.
"I've been wanting to go for ages. That's a missed opportunity."
"Shii, I'll take your ticket then,"
Kelvin chimed in with a smirk. "I'll go with Kenny."
"To be fair, the tickets haven't come in yet," Kelvin added,
perhaps trying to soften the blow.
As the boys chatted, Jessica felt increasingly sidelined.
She planned her move, her eyes never leaving Hunter.
"Hunter!" she called out, her voice cutting through the chatter.
"Can we talk in private for a moment?
I need to express myself," she said, her tone earnest.
"Who even says 'express' like that?" Kenny chuckled.
"You know Jessica's a weirdo.
Go on, Hunter, we'll get your stuff,"
Kelvin encouraged, nudging Hunter towards Jessica.
"Um, okay," Hunter agreed, confusion evident in his voice.
Jessica took his hand, her touch gentle yet firm, guiding him away from the group.
As they moved, Hunter was enveloped by the scent of her perfume,
noticing her soft hands, her brown knitted sweater and beanie,
and the delicate heart-shaped earrings.
"Okay, this should do," Jessica said, stopping in a secluded spot.
"What do you want to talk about?" Hunter asked, his nerves on edge.
"For starters, Hunter, you mean so much to me.
Finding out you're leaving really hurt," she began,
her voice cracking with emotion.
"I didn't want you to leave... but even if you stayed,
I'd be moving soon too," she confessed, her vulnerability laid bare.
"Is that so," Hunter said, his own feelings twisting inside him.
He felt an inexplicable pull towards her,
his heart beating faster with every word she spoke.
Her openness, her raw emotions, made her even more beautiful to him.
"My dad said we're moving soon too,
but he won't tell me where. He just said I'd be happier there," Jessica continued.
"So either way, you'd be gone, and I don't want that," she said, her eyes glistening.
"It's not fair, but I have something to get off my breast...
Hunter couldn't help but laugh, his chuckle echoing slightly.
"You said breast," he pointed out, trying not to laugh too hard.
"I know, I'm trying something new," Jessica defended with a pout.
"That's such a weird way to talk during a serious convo,"
Hunter teased, still chuckling.
"It's not funny!" Jessica protested,
though her eyes sparkled with mirth.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Hunter said, wiping his eyes.
"Do you remember—" Jessica started, but Hunter's laughter cut her off again.
"What now?" she asked, her cheeks flushing.
"I thought you'd say it again," Hunter explained, still amused.
"You never take anything seriously," she sighed, but then,
looking into his eyes, added, "But I love that about you."
That statement made Hunter's heart skip.
"Remember when we were kids, and we said we'd date and marry each other?"
"Yeah, but we were just kids," Hunter responded, his tone softening.
"Does that make it any less true for you?" Jessica asked, her voice hopeful.
"Not at all," he admitted.
"I've always felt that way, Hunter. I'm in love with you, and I always have been.
Don't forget about me," she confessed, her words hanging in the air like a promise.
Hunter, overcome with emotion, drew her into his arms,
his hands slipping naturally to her waist, then lower.
Jessica smiled, feeling their connection deepen,
even as her heart ached with the impending goodbye.
Jessica, flushed from the intimacy of the moment,
leaned in to kiss Hunter's cheek, her body pressing softly against his.
The contact was brief, but as she began to pull away, Hunter,
driven by an overwhelming surge of affection and longing,
drew her back into his embrace.
His hands found their way to her waist,
then more daringly to her curves, as he kissed her lips.
Her mouth tasted of sweet mint, a freshness that invigorated him.
The kiss deepened, passion overriding caution.
Jessica's response was immediate and fervent,
her hands exploring the contours of his chest,
granting him an unspoken permission.
Hunter's touch became more insistent,
caressing her with a hunger that matched the urgency of their situation.
He felt the contour of her figure under his palms,
the warmth of her skin through her clothes,
and her breath quickening with each touch.
Their kisses grew fervent, a dance of tongues and lips,
until an unexpected clash of teeth broke the rhythm.
Hunter, wincing, let out a curse, "Fuck, that hurt! Did I break a tooth?"
Jessica couldn't help but giggle,
the pain of her teeth momentarily forgotten in the absurdity of the moment.
"That hurt like hell, are you okay?" she asked, laughter still in her voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Hunter replied, rubbing his gums, though the pain lingered.
"We gotta get better at that," he remarked, a rueful grin on his face.
"Oh yeah, how?" Jessica teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Yeah, you're right," Hunter agreed,
the moment of levity easing the tension between them.
"I think we should head back," Jessica suggested,
her voice now softer,
a touch of sadness creeping in as she realized their stolen moment was over.
The reality of their impending separation loomed once more,
casting a shadow over the fleeting joy they had just shared.
Together, they walked back towards the house, hand in hand,
the warmth of their connection still lingering,
but now tempered by the cold reality of life's inevitable changes.
Hunter finishes placing all of his items in the truck then prepares
to say goodbye to all of his friends.
Sad for what's to come. "Bye everyone, I'll try to visit if I can."
"You better visit me,"
Jessica replies angrily. "Same here," replies Kelvin.
"I second that," Kenny inserts.
"I'll do my best, I love you all," Hunter says proudly.
"I love you too," Jessica replies.
"Yo what's good with you?" Kenny replying to Jessica.
"You guys are something else," Kelvin replies
laughing. "We love you too homie, now get in the truck,
before your mom get's mad."
"He's got a point," Mr. Thompson responds.
Hunter says goodbye to his friends and finally sits in
the truck leaving his friends behind to continue on in life.
As the wind blows from the car window, Hunter looks at his new living area,
the air feels different.
The architecture of certain buildings have been altered
from what he's used to. It was along trip,
over 3 hours of travel time.
The exhaustion was at a all time high.
But they soon made it to their destination.
Hunter soon get's out of his vehicle, to enter into his new home.
His neighborhood seems to be near his school.
Hunter noticed the demographic here is true to his new school.
This was a Japanese dominated neighborhood,
So by default Hunter felt like and outsider towards everyone.
But from a distance Hunter noticed someone who peaked his interest.
There was a beautiful girl with short hair,
wearing a hoodie with rather large-
"Wow here breast are huge." Hunter interrupted me to say.
"Look at those thighs." Hunter continues
"This girl is built correctly."
As Hunter is fantasizing about laying on her front pillows,
Mr. and Mrs. Thompson begins to bring the heavy boxes into the new house,
balancing them on their arms,
as they walk towards the front door with haste.
"What are you standing around for, get started." The mother
yells at Hunter, grabbing his attention to start helping with a sense of urgency.
- Nov 26, 2024
- 17
- 6
Chapter 2 Sample :
Would I really consider this a fresh start?
Hunter thought to himself,
sprawled out on the floor with his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Unpacked boxes surrounded him, their contents barely peeking out—clothes,
random knick-knacks, and, most notably, candid photos of Jessica, Kenny,
and Kelvin. Each picture felt like a piece of the life he left behind,
now scattered and incomplete.
Hunter sighed,
pushing himself up to sit cross-legged as he took in his surroundings.
His eyes scanned the room—the beige walls, plain wooden furniture,
and an oddly familiar sense of sterility.
"It feels... American," he muttered, frowning slightly.
"Wait a second," he said aloud, narrowing his eyes at the doorframe.
"The whole house looks super common, but the outside is... alien.
Like, what kind of mix is this?"
His tone carried a mix of confusion and mild frustration as
he tried to make sense of the strange contrast.
Shaking his head, Hunter leaned back against a box and sighed again,
his gaze drifting back to the photos.
"Guess I’ll have to get used to it. No turning back now."
As Hunter sat on his bed, his mind raced with questions.
Why did my parents move so fast without even asking me first?
The thought gnawed at him, making the unfamiliar room feel even more alien.
Feeling a weight in his chest, he decided to call Kelvin,
hoping to hear something that might lift his spirits.
After a few rings, Kelvin’s voice came through the phone. "Hello?"
"What's up?" Hunter replied, trying to sound casual.
"Not much. How's it going? Did you make it there safely?"
Kelvin asked, his tone carrying a faint trace of concern.
"Yeah, I made it," Hunter said,
fiddling with one of the photos in his possession as he paced his room.
"I was just calling to see how things are going with you and everyone else."
"Oh man, everything’s chill," Kelvin responded. "Nothing major happened.
I went home, invited Kenny over, and Jessica tagged along.
Kenny left a while ago though."
"Sounds about right, Kenny has strict parents,"
Hunter muttered with a small chuckle.
"Yeah, but get this," Kelvin added.
"Jessica went to the bathroom a while ago and still hasn’t come out.
We were watching a movie,
and I guess she’s just vibing in there or something,
Not sure what she's doing in there, but you know Jessica's on the weird side.
Wanna talk to her?"
"Nah, I’m good," Hunter replied, shaking his head.
"I just wanted to check in. I still have to unpack,
so I can’t stay on the phone too long."
Kelvin hesitated for a moment, then said, "Wanna hear something wild?"
"What’s up?" Hunter asked, stopping mid-step.
"When you left, Kenny and Jessica both started crying,"
Kelvin revealed, his voice laced with amusement.
Hunter froze, confusion and concern coloring his tone.
"What the hell? Are you serious?"
Kelvin burst into a chuckle.
"Yeah, but they’re fine now.
I just thought it was funny as hell. I mean, they were bawling."
Hunter couldn’t help but smile,
a small warmth breaking through his frown.
"That actually makes me happy.
Things are gonna be different with me not being there."
"No doubt," Kelvin agreed. "It’s already weird. Anyways, hit me back later."
"Will do," Hunter replied. "I’m gonna unpack and settle in."
"Shii, alright." Kelvin replies before hanging up.
Hunter stared at his phone for a moment before setting it down on the bed.
His chest felt lighter, though the lingering ache of missing his friends remained.
At least they’re doing okay, he thought,
glancing at the scattered photos one last time before turning
back to the mountain of boxes waiting to be unpacked.
A sudden knock at the door made Hunter jump, snapping him out of his thoughts.
He stared at the door for a moment before walking over to open it.
Standing on the other side was his mother, smiling warmly, her arms crossed casually.
"You’ve got some company," she said brightly.
"A few of your neighbors stopped by to greet you."
Hunter groaned inwardly, leaning against the doorframe.
"I don’t know, Mom.
I just got here, and I’m really not in the mood to talk to anyone."
"Don’t be like that," she chided, giving him a playful nudge on the shoulder.
"That’s so rude. Go out there and talk to them.
It’s important to make a good first impression."
Hunter sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping.
He didn’t feel motivated in the slightest,
but the persistence in his mother’s eyes told him this wasn’t up for debate.
Reluctantly, he nodded.
"Fine," he muttered, dragging his feet as he stepped into the hallway.
"That’s the spirit!" his mother said with a grin,
clearly ignoring the lack of enthusiasm in his voice.
With another sigh, Hunter made his way toward the front of the house,
mentally preparing himself to face the new people who would now be part of his life.
Hunter walked to the front door, where four individuals stood waiting for him.
Among them, he immediately recognized the skateboard girl
he had noticed earlier. Her presence caught his attention,
but his focus shifted when one of the boys spoke up.
"Hello. Do you speak any Japanese,
or are you only an English speaker?" the boy asked,
his tone casual but curious.
Hunter straightened,
deciding to prove his linguistic ability with a
short introduction in Japanese.
"Kon'nichiwa, watashi wa Hantādesu.
Nihongo wa sukoshi hanasemasuga,
omoni Eigo o hanashimasu.
Nihongo wa rikai dekimasuga, kaiwa wa dekimasen."
The group blinked in surprise, clearly impressed.
"Wow," one of them said.
"Well, in that case, we’ll just stick to English for now."
"I’m Prinston," the first boy said, gesturing to the others.
"This is Cho, Mike, and Yukio."
"Me and Prinston are brothers," Mike added.
"Cho and Yukio are newer to the
area—moved here about six months ago.
So hey, you all have that in common."
Cho grinned and leaned forward slightly.
"Wanna come hang with us? We were just heading out."
Hunter hesitated, feeling the weight of fatigue from the move.
"Sorry guys. Maybe tomorrow.
I’d like to unpack and settle in first."
"Ah, okay," Prinston said, his tone understanding
but a little disappointed. "We won’t have free time tomorrow,
but maybe we can figure something out later."
"Sure. I’ll see you guys around,"
Hunter replied, giving them a small wave as he turned back inside.
As the door clicked shut behind him, Cho glanced at the others.
"Is he okay?" she asked.
Prinston shrugged. "Makes sense. He did just get here."
Hunter, now alone, felt a strange mix of exhaustion and boredom.
He headed back to his room, hoping to distract himself with something, anything.
But as he entered, he froze at the sound of rustling.
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Would I really consider this a fresh start?
Hunter thought to himself,
sprawled out on the floor with his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Unpacked boxes surrounded him, their contents barely peeking out—clothes,
random knick-knacks, and, most notably, candid photos of Jessica, Kenny,
and Kelvin. Each picture felt like a piece of the life he left behind,
now scattered and incomplete.
Hunter sighed,
pushing himself up to sit cross-legged as he took in his surroundings.
His eyes scanned the room—the beige walls, plain wooden furniture,
and an oddly familiar sense of sterility.
"It feels... American," he muttered, frowning slightly.
"Wait a second," he said aloud, narrowing his eyes at the doorframe.
"The whole house looks super common, but the outside is... alien.
Like, what kind of mix is this?"
His tone carried a mix of confusion and mild frustration as
he tried to make sense of the strange contrast.
Shaking his head, Hunter leaned back against a box and sighed again,
his gaze drifting back to the photos.
"Guess I’ll have to get used to it. No turning back now."
As Hunter sat on his bed, his mind raced with questions.
Why did my parents move so fast without even asking me first?
The thought gnawed at him, making the unfamiliar room feel even more alien.
Feeling a weight in his chest, he decided to call Kelvin,
hoping to hear something that might lift his spirits.
After a few rings, Kelvin’s voice came through the phone. "Hello?"
"What's up?" Hunter replied, trying to sound casual.
"Not much. How's it going? Did you make it there safely?"
Kelvin asked, his tone carrying a faint trace of concern.
"Yeah, I made it," Hunter said,
fiddling with one of the photos in his possession as he paced his room.
"I was just calling to see how things are going with you and everyone else."
"Oh man, everything’s chill," Kelvin responded. "Nothing major happened.
I went home, invited Kenny over, and Jessica tagged along.
Kenny left a while ago though."
"Sounds about right, Kenny has strict parents,"
Hunter muttered with a small chuckle.
"Yeah, but get this," Kelvin added.
"Jessica went to the bathroom a while ago and still hasn’t come out.
We were watching a movie,
and I guess she’s just vibing in there or something,
Not sure what she's doing in there, but you know Jessica's on the weird side.
Wanna talk to her?"
"Nah, I’m good," Hunter replied, shaking his head.
"I just wanted to check in. I still have to unpack,
so I can’t stay on the phone too long."
Kelvin hesitated for a moment, then said, "Wanna hear something wild?"
"What’s up?" Hunter asked, stopping mid-step.
"When you left, Kenny and Jessica both started crying,"
Kelvin revealed, his voice laced with amusement.
Hunter froze, confusion and concern coloring his tone.
"What the hell? Are you serious?"
Kelvin burst into a chuckle.
"Yeah, but they’re fine now.
I just thought it was funny as hell. I mean, they were bawling."
Hunter couldn’t help but smile,
a small warmth breaking through his frown.
"That actually makes me happy.
Things are gonna be different with me not being there."
"No doubt," Kelvin agreed. "It’s already weird. Anyways, hit me back later."
"Will do," Hunter replied. "I’m gonna unpack and settle in."
"Shii, alright." Kelvin replies before hanging up.
Hunter stared at his phone for a moment before setting it down on the bed.
His chest felt lighter, though the lingering ache of missing his friends remained.
At least they’re doing okay, he thought,
glancing at the scattered photos one last time before turning
back to the mountain of boxes waiting to be unpacked.
A sudden knock at the door made Hunter jump, snapping him out of his thoughts.
He stared at the door for a moment before walking over to open it.
Standing on the other side was his mother, smiling warmly, her arms crossed casually.
"You’ve got some company," she said brightly.
"A few of your neighbors stopped by to greet you."
Hunter groaned inwardly, leaning against the doorframe.
"I don’t know, Mom.
I just got here, and I’m really not in the mood to talk to anyone."
"Don’t be like that," she chided, giving him a playful nudge on the shoulder.
"That’s so rude. Go out there and talk to them.
It’s important to make a good first impression."
Hunter sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping.
He didn’t feel motivated in the slightest,
but the persistence in his mother’s eyes told him this wasn’t up for debate.
Reluctantly, he nodded.
"Fine," he muttered, dragging his feet as he stepped into the hallway.
"That’s the spirit!" his mother said with a grin,
clearly ignoring the lack of enthusiasm in his voice.
With another sigh, Hunter made his way toward the front of the house,
mentally preparing himself to face the new people who would now be part of his life.
Hunter walked to the front door, where four individuals stood waiting for him.
Among them, he immediately recognized the skateboard girl
he had noticed earlier. Her presence caught his attention,
but his focus shifted when one of the boys spoke up.
"Hello. Do you speak any Japanese,
or are you only an English speaker?" the boy asked,
his tone casual but curious.
Hunter straightened,
deciding to prove his linguistic ability with a
short introduction in Japanese.
"Kon'nichiwa, watashi wa Hantādesu.
Nihongo wa sukoshi hanasemasuga,
omoni Eigo o hanashimasu.
Nihongo wa rikai dekimasuga, kaiwa wa dekimasen."
The group blinked in surprise, clearly impressed.
"Wow," one of them said.
"Well, in that case, we’ll just stick to English for now."
"I’m Prinston," the first boy said, gesturing to the others.
"This is Cho, Mike, and Yukio."
"Me and Prinston are brothers," Mike added.
"Cho and Yukio are newer to the
area—moved here about six months ago.
So hey, you all have that in common."
Cho grinned and leaned forward slightly.
"Wanna come hang with us? We were just heading out."
Hunter hesitated, feeling the weight of fatigue from the move.
"Sorry guys. Maybe tomorrow.
I’d like to unpack and settle in first."
"Ah, okay," Prinston said, his tone understanding
but a little disappointed. "We won’t have free time tomorrow,
but maybe we can figure something out later."
"Sure. I’ll see you guys around,"
Hunter replied, giving them a small wave as he turned back inside.
As the door clicked shut behind him, Cho glanced at the others.
"Is he okay?" she asked.
Prinston shrugged. "Makes sense. He did just get here."
Hunter, now alone, felt a strange mix of exhaustion and boredom.
He headed back to his room, hoping to distract himself with something, anything.
But as he entered, he froze at the sound of rustling.
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I wonder what she meant by, "this school is scarier than it looks?"
Hunter thought to himself, Yukio’s odd choice of words playing on repeat in his mind.
he couldn’t help but notice something unsettling...
"This school is normal so far"
Hunter muttered under his breath,
pulling at his tie
Every student stopped to greet the instructor
standing near the doors. A tall
stern-faced woman with a clipboard.
Each greeting was formal yet oddly rehearsed,
as though this was an unspoken rule everyone followed.
Guess I’ll do the same,
Hunter thought, stepping forward.
"Good morning! How was your morning?" he asked,
trying his best to sound natural.
the reactions of the students around him were intense.
They all turned to stare at him, their eyes wide with disbelief.
"What did I do?" Hunter asked,
his voice tinged with panic as he glanced from face to face.
The stares didn’t waver, making his unease grow.
Hunter turned to see a male instructor approaching,
his sharp features set in a scowl.
The man’s imposing presence
was enough to make Hunter instinctively step back.
"What did I do?" Hunter repeated,
his voice quieter now, tinged with confusion and fear.
The instructor didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he grabbed Hunter firmly by the arm,
his grip ironclad, and began walking him away from the entrance.
"Wait, where are you taking me?"
Hunter protested, trying to keep pace with the instructor’s brisk steps.
"Silence," the man said curtly,
his tone brooking no argument.
As Hunter was led away,
the murmurs of the surrounding students grew louder.
Whispers of confusion, concern,
and even amusement reached his ears.
He caught sight of one girl in particular, standing at a distance.
Her gaze was fixed on him,
her expression a mix of curiosity and unease.
Something about her look sent a chill down Hunter’s spine.
It wasn’t just the confusion in her
eyes—it was the faint flicker of recognition.
Does she know me? Hunter wondered,
his thoughts swirling as he was pulled further away from the crowd.
The girl’s stare lingered until Hunter disappeared from view.
The hallway he was led into grew darker,
and the sound of the bustling entrance faded into an eerie silence.
Hunter’s heart pounded in his chest as he
realized—this school really was scarier than it looked.
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!
Hunter thought.
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I wonder what she meant by, "this school is scarier than it looks?"
Hunter thought to himself, Yukio’s odd choice of words playing on repeat in his mind.
he couldn’t help but notice something unsettling...
"This school is normal so far"
Hunter muttered under his breath,
pulling at his tie
Every student stopped to greet the instructor
standing near the doors. A tall
stern-faced woman with a clipboard.
Each greeting was formal yet oddly rehearsed,
as though this was an unspoken rule everyone followed.
Guess I’ll do the same,
Hunter thought, stepping forward.
"Good morning! How was your morning?" he asked,
trying his best to sound natural.
the reactions of the students around him were intense.
They all turned to stare at him, their eyes wide with disbelief.
"What did I do?" Hunter asked,
his voice tinged with panic as he glanced from face to face.
The stares didn’t waver, making his unease grow.
Hunter turned to see a male instructor approaching,
his sharp features set in a scowl.
The man’s imposing presence
was enough to make Hunter instinctively step back.
"What did I do?" Hunter repeated,
his voice quieter now, tinged with confusion and fear.
The instructor didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he grabbed Hunter firmly by the arm,
his grip ironclad, and began walking him away from the entrance.
"Wait, where are you taking me?"
Hunter protested, trying to keep pace with the instructor’s brisk steps.
"Silence," the man said curtly,
his tone brooking no argument.
As Hunter was led away,
the murmurs of the surrounding students grew louder.
Whispers of confusion, concern,
and even amusement reached his ears.
He caught sight of one girl in particular, standing at a distance.
Her gaze was fixed on him,
her expression a mix of curiosity and unease.
Something about her look sent a chill down Hunter’s spine.
It wasn’t just the confusion in her
eyes—it was the faint flicker of recognition.
Does she know me? Hunter wondered,
his thoughts swirling as he was pulled further away from the crowd.
The girl’s stare lingered until Hunter disappeared from view.
The hallway he was led into grew darker,
and the sound of the bustling entrance faded into an eerie silence.
Hunter’s heart pounded in his chest as he
realized—this school really was scarier than it looked.
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!
Hunter thought.
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“Hey, give it back!
That’s my lollipop, I saw it first!”
a young Hunter whimpered,
his voice tinged with desperation as
he reached for the brightly colored candy.
“But who grabbed it first?”
a young girl retorted,
her tone dripping with attitude as
she held the prize just out of his reach.
“Kendal, you know that’s not fair!”
young Hunter replied,
stomping his foot in frustration.
“I suppose it isn’t,”
Kendal said with a smirk,
her hands resting on her hips.
“So, what’s it to ya? Life isn’t fair,
Hunter. The sooner you learn that, the better life will be for you.”
“What kind of nine-year-old talks like that?!”
Hunter shouted, his voice echoing in unison with his younger
self as the memory faded back to the present.
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{Flashback}
“Hey, give it back!
That’s my lollipop, I saw it first!”
a young Hunter whimpered,
his voice tinged with desperation as
he reached for the brightly colored candy.
“But who grabbed it first?”
a young girl retorted,
her tone dripping with attitude as
she held the prize just out of his reach.
“Kendal, you know that’s not fair!”
young Hunter replied,
stomping his foot in frustration.
“I suppose it isn’t,”
Kendal said with a smirk,
her hands resting on her hips.
“So, what’s it to ya? Life isn’t fair,
Hunter. The sooner you learn that, the better life will be for you.”
“What kind of nine-year-old talks like that?!”
Hunter shouted, his voice echoing in unison with his younger
self as the memory faded back to the present.
{Flashback Ends}
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