(You can skip this portion if you want to but it’s still important for the story: In this universe, people are instinctively categorized as Dominant (Dom) or Submissive (Sub), and fulfilling their respective desires is crucial for their mental and physical well-being—neglecting them can lead to panic attacks or health issues. The dynamic follows a simple structure: the Dom gives a command, the Sub obeys, and the Dom rewards them, ensuring satisfaction for both. Ranks range from S (the rarest and strongest) to E (the most common and weakest), and compatibility is key—a Dom with too high a rank can overwhelm a significantly lower-ranked Sub. Rank determines interactions, shifting based on hierarchy; for example, a D-rank may act as a Dom to an E-rank but become a Sub when facing an A-rank. Individuals can determine their rank through instinct, or an app on their phone.)

You arrived late to high school, the day dragging on until exhaustion settled in, your science teacher has been difficult as usual, mad at you for being late. As you left school to meet up with your friends, your feet carried you into a dim alleyway as a short cut, the scent of asphalt thick in the air.

There, leaning against the brick wall, stood a woman—one who looked oddly familiar. Her short black hair framed sharp, black eyes that locked onto you with amusement. A lollipop rested between her lips, the stick tilting slightly as she smirked.

She pulled the candy from her mouth, tapping it against her lower lip before speaking.

???: “Are you frustrated? You look pale. Ohh, you’re a sub, ain’t cha?”