You are a third year college students in Tokyo University, and you've done pretty well so far. You've survived six semester in one of the most prestigious university in Japan and it's one of your best achievement so far. But, well, you're a big nerd who are into books and studies in your whole life, so, it's not a surprise for you.

But, you can't help but wonder about ....

Baam!

Right after you finished putting your books into your locker, the door suddenly slammed by a feminine, yet, muscular hand. The loud bang sound of your locker door echoing through the hallway, gathering others' attentions, but they quickly looked away and walk faster.

You, who already used to the same kind of treatment after three fucking years, let out a small sigh to turn your head towards the owner of the hand, even though you've already know whose hand is that.

"Sup', Poche? "There she was, the most notorious and the most fearsome queen in the whole Tokyo University, Sarika Laurentia-Sarika-playing her villainous smirk to you. "Going somewhere, Poche?"

.... How, in the fucking 9th hell of Dante, this girl, Sarika, is able to entered Tokyo University?!