Paradise of Freedom
Author: Mengdong D
Synopsis:
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was about to enroll at Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School to escape the White Room's control. For the sake of freedom, he was forced to embark on a harem strategy!
The White One Suits You
A disclaimer to start: plenty of harem content, some characters may be out of character. Don't read if you're looking for something serious.
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In a dimly lit room, a figure slowly awoke. A sharp, violent pain in his head made it hard for him to adjust.
"Where am I?"
Looking around at the unfamiliar room, the figure murmured with a hint of indifference.
Just then, a vast flood of memories poured into his mind, and he began to thrash on the bed.
"Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka? Is that my name?"
Kiyotaka sat up in a daze and lifted the curtain slightly. The glaring sunlight made him squint.
He walked over to the nearby mirror. Seeing himself in it, he couldn't help laughing.
"I never thought I'd go from being a playboy in my previous life to inhabiting the body of a poker-faced guy. Still, Kiyotaka... That's the same name I had before."
Kiyotaka studied his reflection: short, reddish-brown hair parted down the middle, golden eyes, and an expressionless face. He wore a red-and-white school uniform.
"Holy crap, school starts today?"
Kiyotaka was stunned. He grabbed his things and hurried out.
Having timed it just right, Kiyotaka reached the bus stop as the bus arrived. By the time he got on, only one seat remained.
When Kiyotaka sat down, he noticed a girl with waist-length black hair sitting across the aisle. She had delicate features and red eyes, but everything about her gave off an air that warned people to stay away.
Kiyotaka only glanced at her before looking away. A woman with such a cold disposition would take too much time to deal with.
Suddenly, a voice sounded in Kiyotaka's mind. "Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, welcome to the Harem Strategy Project. As one of the most perfect products since the White Room project began, it's time to show what you can do."
"..."
Kiyotaka had all the memories of this body, so he knew exactly what the voice meant. But he hated trouble more than anything, so he didn't want to respond.
Kiyotaka remained impassive as the voice continued, as if devoid of emotion.
"You came to this high school to escape the White Room's control, didn't you? I'm giving you that chance now. Complete your missions, and you'll be free."
Kiyotaka was a little moved. His lips parted, and he murmured,
"What do you want?"
"I'll announce the targets for this project. All you need to do is complete the missions."
Interesting. A government-sanctioned pickup mission? That was right up his alley.
"Fine. I accept. I hope the White Room keeps its word."
This body had come to this fully enclosed school in search of freedom. No one outside had the right to interfere with the students there. Kiyotaka hadn't expected the White Room to contact him this way, but perhaps this was for the best. He could settle things once and for all and stop running.
"Of course. Here's your first target: Suzune Horikita, sitting to your left. You'll receive a hidden reward once you win her over."
With that, the voice in his mind vanished.
Kiyotaka glanced at the cold girl reading beside him and sighed inwardly. A total ice queen right off the bat? How was he supposed to work with that?
"Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School. Please disembark in an orderly fashion."
Before he knew it, they had reached the school. Since Kiyotaka had been lost in thought, Horikita got off before him. He'd completely missed his chance to strike up a conversation, and he could've slapped himself.
But to his surprise, when he reached the entrance, he saw a lovely figure standing on the steps. Kiyotaka looked up impassively and realized it was Horikita, staring down at him from above. A breeze swept past, lifting the hem of her skirt, but she seemed not to notice as she looked at Kiyotaka and said,
"Why did you look at me twice on the bus?"
"..."
When the expressionless boy didn't answer, Horikita knitted her brows in displeasure.
"I asked you, why did you look at me twice on the bus?"
But Kiyotaka didn't answer her question. Instead, he said,
"I thought it would be black, but I never expected it to be white, the color of purity. That's quite a surprise."
Without looking at Horikita's expression, he slowly walked into the school.
Horikita was stunned for a moment, then noticed that the hem of her skirt had been disheveled by the breeze. A trace of anger appeared on her face as she glared after Kiyotaka and muttered,
"Pervert!"
At the class assignment board, Kiyotaka saw that his name was followed by a long string of scores—all fifties. He'd been assigned to Class D.
He felt a little helpless. Your score manipulation was way too obvious. Wouldn't that make it easier for people to notice? And you call yourself one of the most perfect products? Who came up with such a stupid move?
Kiyotaka sighed and walked to Class D. He sat down by the window in the back and let his unfocused gaze wander around the room.
Before long, a beautiful girl with long black hair appeared at the door. Her cold expression made it clear she was Suzune Horikita.
Horikita entered the classroom and saw the pervert sitting by the window. She gritted her teeth, then, as if possessed, sat down beside him.
Kiyotaka glanced at her, then lost interest and looked out the window.
Horikita saw that the pervert was ignoring her, and the nameless anger in her chest burned hotter and hotter. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She stood up, walked over to Kiyotaka, and said,
"Come with me. I need to talk to you."
Kiyotaka glanced at her and said coolly,
"Not interested. I'm tired. I didn't get enough sleep."
Horikita was so angry her teeth almost ground together. Lowering her voice, she said,
"If you don't come, I'll tell the school you harassed me on the first day. Let's see if you can stay here after that!"
The wicked streak in Kiyotaka flared up. I haven't even made a move on you, and you're already threatening me?
Kiyotaka quietly stood up, grabbed Horikita by the wrist, and dragged her outside.
"Ow! Let go!"
Kiyotaka was incredibly strong. His hand clamped around Horikita's wrist like a pair of pincers, pulling her along with him.
When they reached an empty corner, Kiyotaka shoved her against the wall and let go.
"Go on. What do you want?"
Horikita didn't answer. She only rubbed her wrist. Kiyotaka saw several red marks appearing on it.
"If that's all, I'm leaving."
Kiyotaka didn't want to waste time with her. He turned to go.
"You pervert, stop!"
Seeing the pervert walk away after bullying her, Horikita tried to slap him.
Kiyotaka reacted quickly, catching her hand with one hand and pinning it high against the wall.
His impassive face drew close to hers. Horikita could almost feel his breath. Her tight-fitting uniform accentuated her figure in the awkward position, and the white of her bra showed through intermittently as she struggled.
Kiyotaka suddenly felt playful. He wanted to see what expression this ice queen would make if someone teased her.
He slowly reached for her clothes with his free hand.
"What are you doing?" Horikita watched the pervert's movements, her gaze growing colder, as if she wanted to devour him.
Kiyotaka acted as though he hadn't heard her. He gently undid the first button of her white uniform.
But when he saw what was beneath, Kiyotaka sighed in disappointment. Horikita seemed well-endowed, but it was just the effect of her padded bra.
After opening her uniform and taking a brief look, he saw that she wasn't completely flat, but she was definitely underdeveloped.
Kiyotaka lost interest and stopped. Then he heard a sob from Horikita. When he looked up, her face was still stubborn, but her eyes showed fear and unease. Tears had begun to trickle from them.
Kiyotaka buttoned her uniform back up, wiped the tears from her cheeks, and let her go. Then he casually waved and headed back to the classroom.
"Don't bother me, or next time won't be so simple."
After walking a short distance, Kiyotaka seemed to remember something and looked back at Horikita.
"By the way, I didn't expect your underwear to be a matching set. Seeing it all together, it actually looks pretty good on you. It'd look even better with more cutouts."
After saying that, he strolled away. Horikita's face turned an unusual shade of red at his words. She glared fiercely in the direction he'd gone and straightened her clothes.
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Chapter 2: I Took Suzune Back to the Dorm
When Kiyotaka returned to the classroom, he saw that it was gradually filling up. He walked back to his seat like a transparent person, and only a handful of people glanced at him.
Kiyotaka didn't care. He stared blankly out the window, pushing all his thoughts aside.
Horikita returned only a little after Kiyotaka. She glanced at him by the window. Along with her resentment, there was also a hint of some unfamiliar emotion in her gaze.
Horikita realized she felt a little unsettled. She composed herself before returning to her seat.
"Everyone, could I have your attention for a moment?"
A handsome boy with brown hair and a cheerful smile perpetually on his lips stood up and clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.
When he saw that everyone was looking at him, the boy smiled brightly.
"The teacher hasn't arrived yet. How about we introduce ourselves? I hope we can all become friends and get to know each other quickly. Introductions are a great way to start. What do you think?"
"I'm in."
"Sounds fine to me."
"Sure. We don't even know each other's names yet."
Seeing everyone agree, the boy bowed slightly and said,
"Thanks for the support. I'll introduce myself first. My name is Hirata Yosuke. You can call me Yosuke, if you like. I'm interested in all kinds of sports, and I hope to join the Soccer Club."
After Yosuke finished, a cheerful girl with short blonde hair stood up and raised her hand.
"I'll go next. Hi, everyone! My name is Kushida Kikyo, but you can just call me Kikyo. I hope to be friends with everyone in class, so feel free to come talk to me!"
"She's so cute," one of the boys exclaimed after Kikyo introduced herself.
After Kikyo sat down, a beautiful girl with a golden ponytail, who looked like a delinquent, stood up and spoke with confidence.
"I'll go next. My name is Kei Karuizawa, but you can call me Kei. I look forward to getting along with you."
Kiyotaka watched everyone introduce themselves with an impassive expression. These introductions might determine his standing in the class, but just watching them already seemed like a hassle. It would be better not to make friends. Instead, he looked at the girls who had introduced themselves. He wondered whether they'd be future targets and whether he should prepare in advance.
"Next, how about the boy sitting by the window?"
While Kiyotaka was thinking about his own affairs, Yosuke pointed at him.
Uh... Kiyotaka stood up woodenly and said flatly,
"My name is Ayanokoji Kiyotaka. Please treat me well."
The room fell silent. Yosuke saw that Kiyotaka didn't seem to have anything else to say, so he stepped in to smooth things over.
"Okay. Can I call you Kiyotaka from now on? I look forward to getting along with you."
Kiyotaka only nodded slightly, then went back to thinking about his own problems.
Horikita Suzune, sitting next to him, blinked and murmured,
"So that pervert's name is Ayanokoji Kiyotaka."
Suddenly, a loud crash of desks and chairs rang through the classroom. Everyone looked toward the noise and saw a muscular boy with short red hair, who looked like a delinquent, had caused it.
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