The True Cult: Welcome to Paradise

Youkoso Jitsuryoku: Welcome to the Paradise of Freedom

Author: Mengdong D

Synopsis:

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, seeking to escape the control of the White Room, is about to enroll at the Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School. For the sake of freedom, he is forced to embark on the path of a harem!

Chapter 1: White Suits You Well

Opening disclaimer: Harem-heavy, some characters OOC, don't bring your brain. Consider this a brain storage station~

In a dimly lit room, a figure slowly awoke, a sharp pain in his head making it impossible to adjust.

"Where is this?"

Looking at the unfamiliar room, the figure muttered to himself with a hint of coldness.

Then, a massive surge of memories flooded his mind, causing him to writhe on the bed.

"Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School... Ayanokoji Kiyotaka? Is that my name?"

Kiyotaka sat up groggily, slightly pulling aside the curtain. The glaring sunlight made him squint involuntarily.

He walked to a nearby mirror, saw his reflection, and couldn't help but smile.

"Never thought I'd go from being a playboy in my past life to possessing a guy with a poker face. Still, Kiyotaka, huh... Same name as before, at least."

Kiyotaka studied himself in the mirror: a head of reddish-brown, semi-short, center-parted hair, golden-yellow eyes, and an expressionless face, clad in a red-and-white school uniform.

"What the hell, school starts today?"

Kiyotaka was instantly shocked, grabbed his things, and rushed out the door.

Timing it perfectly, when Kiyotaka arrived at the bus stop, the shuttle arrived right on cue. By the time he boarded, only one seat remained.

As Kiyotaka sat down, he noticed a girl with waist-length black hair sitting across the aisle. She had delicate features and crimson eyes, but her entire demeanor radiated an aura of "keep your distance."

Kiyotaka gave her a single glance and then ignored her. After all, a cold-natured woman like that was too much trouble.

But suddenly, a voice echoed in Kiyotaka's mind: "Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, welcome to the Harem Strategy Project. As one of the most perfect products since the White Room Project, it's time to show your strength."

"..."

Kiyotaka had all the memories of this body, so he knew exactly what it meant. But he hated trouble to the extreme and didn't want to engage.

His face remained calm as the emotionless voice continued.

"You came to this high school to escape the White Room's control, didn't you? I'm giving you that chance now. Complete the task, and you'll be free."

A flicker of hesitation stirred in Kiyotaka's heart. He parted his lips slightly and muttered, "What's the requirement?"

"This is called the Harem Strategy. I'll only issue the targets. You just need to complete the tasks."

Interesting. An imperial decree to pick up girls? That's my specialty.

"Fine, I accept. I hope you people from the White Room keep your word."

This body had come to this fully enclosed school solely for freedom—once inside, outside forces had no authority to interfere. But Kiyotaka hadn't expected the White Room to show up like this. Still, it was better this way—one and done, no more running.

"Of course. Now, issuing your first target: the girl to your left, Suzune Horikita. Upon successful completion, you'll receive a hidden reward."

With that, the voice in his mind vanished.

Kiyotaka glanced with a headache at the cold, book-reading girl to his left and sighed inwardly. First mission and it's an iceberg. Can I even play this game?

"Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School has arrived. Please exit in an orderly fashion."

Before he knew it, they were at the school gate. Because Kiyotaka was still spacing out, Horikita had already gotten off a step ahead of him, costing him a perfect chance to strike up a conversation. He wanted to slap himself.

But to his surprise, when he reached the entrance, he found a graceful figure standing on the steps. Kiyotaka looked up coldly and saw it was Horikita, staring down at him with a condescending gaze. A gentle breeze swept by, making her skirt flutter in the wind, yet she seemed oblivious as she spoke to him.

"Why did you look at me twice on the bus?"

"..."

Seeing the expressionless boy before her remain silent, Horikita's willow-like brows furrowed 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. Truly unpredictable."

With that, without even glancing at Horikita's expression, he slowly walked into the school.

Horikita froze for a moment, then noticed that the edge of her skirt was slightly disheveled from the wind that had just passed. A trace of anger appeared on her face as she glared at Kiyotaka's retreating back and muttered under her breath.

"Pervert!"

At the class assignment board, Kiyotaka saw his name followed by a string of scores totaling exactly fifty points, placing him in Class D.

He felt a hint of helplessness inside. This score-fixing is way too obvious. Doesn't that make it easier to get caught? And they call me one of the most perfect products? What kind of stupid move is this?

Kiyotaka let out a light sigh, shifted his steps, and walked into Class D, taking a seat by the window in the very back row, his gaze unfocused as he casually surveyed his surroundings.

Before long, a striking figure with long black hair appeared at the doorway—the cold expression unmistakably belonging to Suzune Horikita.

Horikita entered the classroom and spotted that thug sitting by the window. She gritted her teeth in resentment and, as if possessed, sat down right next to him.

Kiyotaka merely glanced at her indifferently, then turned his attention away in boredom, looking out the window.

Seeing that this thug had completely ignored her, Horikita's inner fury burned hotter and hotter. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She stood up, walked over to Kiyotaka, and said, "Come with me. I need to talk to you."

Kiyotaka glanced at her and replied coldly, "Not interested. I'm tired. Haven't slept enough."

Horikita's teeth itched with rage. She lowered her voice and said, "If you don't come, I'll tell the school you harassed me on the first day. See if you can still study here!"

A surge of defiance rose within Kiyotaka. I haven't even made a move on you yet, and you're already threatening me?

Kiyotaka silently stood up, grabbed Horikita by the wrist, and pulled her outside.

"It hurts! Let go!"

Kiyotaka's grip was like a vise, tightly holding Horikita's hand, forcing her body to follow along.

He led her to a secluded corner, shoved her against the wall, and released her. "Spit it out. What's the matter?"

Horikita didn't answer, just rubbed her wrist. Kiyotaka noticed several red marks had appeared on it.

"If there's nothing, I'm leaving." Kiyotaka didn't want to waste time with her and turned to go.

"You thug! Stop right there!" Seeing that this ruffian was trying to run after bullying her, Horikita swung a slap at him.

Kiyotaka was quick. He caught her hand with one hand and pinned it against the wall.

His indifferent face drew close. Horikita could almost feel his breath on her. The position was indecent, and her form-fitting school uniform accentuated her figure sharply, a hint of pale skin peeking through as she struggled.

A mischievous impulse struck Kiyotaka. He wanted to see what expression this ice queen would make if someone teased her.

So, with his free hand, he slowly reached for her clothes.

"What are you doing?!" Horikita's gaze turned icy as she stared at this thug, as if she could devour him.

Kiyotaka acted as if he hadn't heard, gently undoing the first button of her white uniform top.

But upon seeing it, Kiyotaka let out a disappointed sigh. So Horikita's apparent fullness was just the effect of her bra pushing everything together.

He'd only taken a brief look after unbuttoning her clothes. It wasn't completely flat, but it was still underdeveloped at best.

Losing interest, Kiyotaka stopped his hand, only to hear a sob from Horikita's direction. He looked up and saw that, though her face still showed stubbornness, her eyes betrayed a hint of fear and unease, tears silently streaming down.

Kiyotaka buttoned her clothes back up, wiped the tears from her cheek, then released her. He waved his hand casually and headed back to the classroom. "Don't bother me, or next time it won't be so simple."

Walking away, Kiyotaka turned back as if remembering something, looking at Horikita. "Oh, and I didn't expect your underwear to be a matching set. Seeing it all together, it actually looked pretty good on you. A bit more lace would've been even better."

With that, he drifted off, while Horikita, still by the wall, blushed faintly at his words. She shot a fierce glare in the direction he'd left and straightened her clothes.

Dear readers~ A newbie's new book, please spare your free votes if you can. Life goes on, lewdness never ends!

Chapter 2: Bringing Suzune Back to the Dorm

When Kiyotaka returned to the classroom, he found it gradually filling up. He walked back to his seat like a ghost, with only a few people sparing him a glance.

Kiyotaka didn't mind. He let his mind go blank, staring out the window, casting all thoughts aside.

Horikita came back almost at the same time as Kiyotaka. She glanced at him by the window, her gaze now carrying not just resentment but also a hint of some inexplicable emotion.

Horikita felt a flutter of panic inside. She steadied herself a bit before sitting back down.

"Everyone, could I have a moment of your attention?"

A handsome guy with brownish-blonde hair and a cheerful smile stood up, clapping his hands to address the class.

Seeing everyone's focus shift to him, he gave a bright grin. "The teacher hasn't arrived yet. How about we introduce ourselves? I think getting to know each other and becoming friends is the best way to start. Self-introductions are the perfect method. What do you all think?"

"I'm for it."

"Sounds fine. No objections."

"Sure, we don't even know each other's names yet."

Seeing the agreement, the guy gave a slight bow to everyone and said, "Thank you all for your support. Let me start with my self-introduction. My name is Hirata Yosuke. If you don't mind, feel free to call me Yosuke. My hobby is all kinds of sports, and I hope to join the soccer club."

As Yosuke finished his introduction, a cheerful girl with short blonde hair stood up and raised her hand to speak.

"Next one's me. Hello everyone, my name is Kushida Kikyo. Just call me Kikyo. I hope to be friends with everyone in the class, so please feel free to come hang out with me."

"She's so cute." As soon as Kikyo finished introducing herself, some boy sighed in admiration.

After Kikyo sat down, a very pretty girl with a blonde ponytail who looked a bit like a delinquent stood up and spoke with a slightly confident tone.

"I'll go next. My name is Karuizawa Kei. Just call me Kei. I look forward to your guidance from now on."

Kiyotaka watched the others introduce themselves with a blank expression. This self-introduction might determine his standing in the class going forward, but just looking at it all, he already found it troublesome. Better not to make friends. Instead, Kiyotaka turned his gaze to the girls who had already introduced themselves, wondering if any of them would be targets for his future plans. Should he prepare in advance?

"Next up, the guy sitting by the window."

While Kiyotaka was still lost in his own thoughts, Yosuke's finger pointed straight at him.

Uh... Kiyotaka stood up woodenly and spoke flatly.

"My name is Ayanokoji Kiyotaka. Pleased to meet you."

Silence fell over the room. Seeing that Kiyotaka seemed to have no intention of continuing, Yosuke stepped in to smooth things over.

"Alright, can I call you Kiyotaka from now on? Pleased to meet you."

Kiyotaka merely nodded slightly and went back to pondering his own issues.

Sitting next to him, Suzune Horikita's eyes flickered as she muttered to herself.

"So that delinquent is Ayanokoji Kiyotaka."

Suddenly, a loud crash of desks and chairs rang out in the classroom. Everyone turned to look and saw a red-haired, burly guy who looked like a thug making the noise.