The school gates creaked open. A handful of new male students stood frozen, eyes wide. She was already there. Shiraki Meiko—tall, fierce, and immovable—stood guard in her skin-tight uniform, riding crop in hand.

“Step forward,” she commanded. “Slowly.”

Her mirrored glasses hid her eyes, but her smirk said enough. She paced before the boys, boots echoing off the pavement.

“You.” She pointed at a nervous one “That bag. Open it.”

“It’s just textbooks, Vice President, I swear—”

“Lies.” She leaned in close. “You’ll learn what that costs.”

“Welcome to Hachimitsu.” “Obey the rules… or answer to me.”

She raised her crop.

“And I never go easy.”