A Story Starting with Classroom of the Elite

"But there's information about the class assignments and the characteristics of each class later on."

"Huh? There really is something useful in there. I guess I misjudged you."

"Don't say that. If you still remembered what happened in the anime you watched, the free information really would be useless."

Every time I started to respect you, you opened your mouth.

Realizing there was some useful information in the free section, Tanaka Yukishin immediately opened the cheat interface.

He tapped the information icon, then used his thoughts to grab the scroll bar and drag it all the way down.

"Each grade is divided into four classes: A, B, C, and D. You will be placed in Class D. The characteristics of each class are as follows:

"Class A students are of the highest caliber, and their Class Points are generally the highest. Each month, they receive corresponding personal points as income.

"Class B has the friendliest social environment. You don't have to think about how to socialize because they're all nice people.

"Some students in Class C willingly offer themselves up for you to practice the results of your ascetic training.

"Class D has the most girls, and most of its students are problem children. Find their weaknesses, and you can easily win them over—or destroy them."

...Lots of girls, and that's it?

Did you have any idea how powerful seventeen years of Virgin Skill were, after the double debuffs of being a man and having a Dragon Bloodline?

"Then, during your time at Advanced Nurturing, are you still going to be a virgin?"

The customer service rep looked down on Tanaka Yukishin for wanting to have his cake and eat it too.

It felt like they weren't on the same wavelength at all, like a chicken talking to a duck. I was talking about one thing, and you were talking about something completely different.

What he'd meant was that, even with the effects of two debuffs weighing on him, he had still managed to keep himself in check and hadn't... lost his virginity to a girl.

So, beautiful women didn't affect him nearly as much as the other party imagined.

But this customer service rep thought he was greedy and never satisfied.

Too lazy to argue, Tanaka Yukishin continued reading the information.

Suddenly, a golden icon flashed on the cheat interface.

This had happened once before, over ten years ago. That was when his first identity had been generated.

Judging by the time, he'd spent dozens of minutes thinking and searching through the information. The new student entrance ceremony should have ended by now.

He exited the information window and returned to the main interface.

[Nine Turns]

Tanaka Yukishin

Gender: Male

First Identity: Celestial Transmigrator (SSR)

Related Gifts: Dragon Bloodline (Faint), Child of Destiny, Aura of Hegemony, Mastery of Arts, Martial Arts Prodigy

Second Identity: Japanese High Schooler (RSSR)

Related Gifts: Great Luck, Universal Tool, Final Happiness (Curse).

After the second identity was generated, the cheat interface changed.

A level icon had appeared, clearly showing the level of each identity.

And with the local bonus from [Japanese High Schooler], the (culture shock) status from [Celestial Transmigrator] had disappeared, along with the debuff that had halved its effects.

Nothing had manifested in him yet, but that was because he hadn't claimed the gifts from [Japanese High Schooler].

It was just that [Universal Tool] and [Final Happiness] (Curse) seemed a little off.

He tapped the icons to view the gift descriptions.

[Universal Tool]: Japanese high schoolers are often sent to other worlds for all kinds of reasons. As a high schooler, you are now more likely to be noticed by otherworldly beings, and your chances of being forcibly dragged away by a mysterious ritual to work as a hired hand have greatly increased. At the same time, your ability to learn anything has greatly improved.

[Final Happiness] (Curse): For most Japanese people, the happiest time in their lives before entering the workforce is high school. So, your luck increases during high school, making it easier for you to find happiness. But after high school ends, you will be cursed, and the likelihood of encountering malicious incidents will greatly increase.

Behind [Final Happiness], there was also a faint countdown, growing more distinct as time passed.

No, this was way too suspicious. Was this really a cheat?

Or had he simply never realized that identities had always been this precise about their duration?

During high school, his luck and ability to learn all kinds of things would be greatly enhanced.

After high school, all he'd have left was the identity of [Japanese High Schooler].

He'd already sunk too much into this to give up. Otherwise, Tanaka Yukishin would have considered abandoning the trio of [Celestial Transmigrator], [Japanese High Schooler], and [American Vagrant].

After finishing his investigation, Tanaka Yukishin thought for a moment.

He decided to hold off on claiming the gifts.

He couldn't predict the real effects of having the entirety of [Dragon Bloodline] (Faint) take effect in him. Would it make him burn with lust, lose control, grab a girl, and fuck her right there?

As the person in question, he knew what half of it did.

It affected three main areas.

First, it comprehensively enhanced his physical abilities—muscle strength, bone density, nerve reaction speed, and other indicators were all far beyond those of ordinary people.

Second, his desires became incredibly intense. By the age of fourteen, his body had fully matured. The physical reactions he experienced every morning...

Third, the raw wildness surging through his bloodline amplified his animalistic urges and biological instincts to a shudder-inducing degree. It was as if a giant dragon were constantly roaring somewhere within him.

But thanks to sixteen years of daily ascetic training, he had long since tamed the raging tide of his desires, making it flow like water in the palm of his hand.

Whether it was his blood surging during meditation or the restless blood beneath his skin when he interacted with women in daily life,

he could keep it all precisely within safe limits.

But confidence aside, it was still better to be careful with something like this.

Holding off on claiming the gifts was meant to give him time to prepare.

If he couldn't control them, then he'd reduce the ferocity of his desires.

How?

His ancestor Yu the Great had already left posterity the best way to manage floodwaters: it was better to channel than to block.

The same went for the raging tide of desire.

All he needed to do was build a dam while also diverting the flow to let it out.

Hmm...

It looked like he'd have to hunt down some cute girls before setting off the fireworks, so he could enjoy the show in peace.

As for his targets...

Tanaka Yukishin seemed to understand a little why he'd been assigned to Class D.

Chapter 4: Familiarity

The footsteps and voices in the hallway grew closer. With a creak, the classroom door swung open.

The students of Class D filed in one by one. After finding their seats, some sat and others stood as they continued chatting.

There were also lone wolves sitting by themselves,

like Horikita Suzune, reading in the seat behind Tanaka Yukishin, and Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, resting his chin in one hand and staring into space to Horikita Suzune's left...

After looking around the class, Tanaka Yukishin agreed with the free information.

Class D really did have quite a few beauties. Most had huge boobs, while a few were in the normal-to-Asian Cup range.

Yes, according to Tanaka Yukishin's scale,

women's breasts came in six sizes: flat, normal, huge, Asian Cup, European Cup, and World Cup.

"Tanaka-kun, you actually skipped the entrance ceremony."

Koenji Rokusuke approached, his face full of envy.

His family had ordered him to behave himself for three years and graduate as a Class A student.

It wasn't particularly difficult. If he really wanted to speedrun it, all he had to do was reveal his identity and buy enough points.

Then, when he reached his third year, he could spend some points to transfer into third-year Class A and ride along to graduation.

But his family clearly hadn't intended for him to speedrun school, so he had no choice but to spend all three years there.

Compared to other students, Koenji Rokusuke, the son of a financial conglomerate and exceptionally talented, practically had everything.

That was why he could follow the core Daoist philosophy—"None of my business, none of your business, just don't get in the way of my cultivation"—and ignore everyone and everything else as he pursued his own path to beauty.

But even though he had far more freedom than other students, who were forced to go against their true feelings and do things they didn't want to for all sorts of reasons,

there were still things Koenji Rokusuke had to consider, like his family's demands and his own pursuit of "beauty."

So, he could only do whatever he wanted as long as he didn't get expelled.

But what about Tanaka Yukishin?

Normally, the school certainly wouldn't expel a student—or force him to withdraw—just because he hadn't attended the entrance ceremony.

After all, it wasn't a big deal.

But every country had its laws, and every family had its rules.

Whether you followed them or not showed your attitude. And after choosing not to follow them, how far you went in ignoring them showed your attitude all over again.

Tanaka Yukishin's attitude was simple: he didn't care.

He was even freer than Koenji.

How could that not make Koenji Rokusuke envious?

"Koenji, you've become more polite. That's progress."

Tanaka Yukishin wasn't surprised that Koenji Rokusuke had changed how he addressed him.

He'd already made his obsession with physical beauty quite clear, and the mental pressure he'd exerted on the bus had also revealed some of his unusual qualities.

When you needed something from someone, changing your attitude was only natural.

A sunny, handsome male student suddenly stood up.

"Everyone, could you spare me a moment?"

"Starting today, we'll be spending our time together in the same class. So, I thought we could introduce ourselves voluntarily, starting now. It would be great if we could become friends soon. What do you think?"

Once someone started, others joined in. A good self-introduction could more or less establish your place in the class.

"My name is Hirata Yosuke. In middle school, everyone usually called me Yosuke, so I'd like you all to call me by my first name. I'm interested in all kinds of sports, but I especially like soccer. I plan to play soccer at this school too. I look forward to getting along with you."

"Here we go again with this boring stuff." Tanaka Yukishin stared into space, though the pretty girls still lifted his spirits.

Next came the two-faced, scheming, busty JK.

"My name is Kushida Kikyo. None of my middle school friends came to this school with me, so I'm all alone. I hope I can quickly learn everyone's faces and names and become friends with you. I want to make lots of memories. Please come and talk to me often. That's a bit long, but that's the end of my self-introduction. Thank you."

"That was a very lovely introduction." She was clearly great at socializing. No wonder she was Kushida Kikyo. He was looking forward to seeing how she acted when she came over to befriend him.

"My name is Inogashira Kokoro. I like sewing, and I'm especially good at knitting. P-please, treat me well."

"My name is..."

Why hadn't the teacher arrived yet? He'd had more than enough of this boring routine during his past school life. Hurry up and take it away.

Perhaps she'd heard Tanaka Yukishin's silent plea. A young female teacher in high heels, black stockings, and a black business suit pushed open the door and walked in.

"Stop the self-introductions for now. And you few, get back to your seats."

"I'm Chabashira Sae, the homeroom teacher for Class D. I teach history."

The teacher was pretty and wore her hair in a ponytail. Her ample chest filled out the front of her clothes.

After stopping the students' impromptu introductions,

she handed the materials in her hand to a student near the lectern. She told him to split them into eight stacks and pass them to the students beside him, then from front to back.

After waiting a while, Tanaka Yukishin got the materials from the student in front of him. He passed the last sheet to Horikita Suzune.

A quick glance from top to bottom was enough for Tanaka Yukishin to reach a conclusion.

It was all useless nonsense. There wasn't a single useful detail.