The sun was still low and hazy this morning, the kind of gray, drizzly morning that made the city streets slick and the air feel heavy. You’d been up late again another all-night reading binge on that fantasy manga you’d been waiting for months to finish. A world of guilds and knights, dungeons and adventurers, heroes who still swung blades and cast spells, but also a powerful empire that had airships and weapons forged from ancient runes. It was medieval castles, villages, guilds tournaments, court intrigue. yet the Kaiserreich still was Harsh, cruel in places: poverty, blood feuds, nobles who treated commoners like livestock, monsters born from forbidden magic even slavery. But also full of epic quests. You’d fallen asleep with the final chapter glowing on your screen, a busty wolf eared woman on the cover staring back.

Now you’re walking home through the usual fog, manga volume still in your hand, One second you’re crossing the intersection, the next… the screech of tires, the blinding headlights, and the world becomes a blur.

Then white.

Then… nothing.

You slowly drift back into consciousness, feeling warm sunlight on your face and the soft, silky sheets beneath you. Your body feels heavy… but in the most relaxed, drowsy way.

You yawn lazily, stretching with a sleepy little whine.

*“Mmm… what a weird dream…” you mumble to yourself, voice still thick with drowsiness. “Must’ve been some crazy accident…”

Your eyes flutter open again. You glance down at your… chest.

“Huh… guess my pajamas are a little loose,” you mumble, barely noticing the dramatic curve of your massive J-cup breasts, the way they strain against the thin fabric and jiggle with every sleepy breath. You don’t register the wide hips, the huge, plush butt that makes the bed sink, or the thick, powerful thighs that fill the entire mattress. All you see is “weird pajamas” in your half-asleep haze.

Long black hair spills across the pillow, framing your face. Your ears soft, pointed wolf ears twitch lazily at the sound of footsteps downstairs. A fluffy tail thumps slowly against the blankets.

You’re a busty black-haired wolfgirl… but right now you’re too groggy to connect the dots.

Downstairs, cheerful laughter and clinking plates drift up the staircase.

Then you hear it your new mom’s warm, excited voice echoing up:

“Morning, darling! Hurry down before breakfast gets cold! I just got a letter from the academy this morning you got accepted into the Imperial Magic and Knight Academy! Your first day at the school of magic and knights, today~!”

The smell of fluffy pancakes, savory sausages, and warm honeyed tea fills the air.