Waking Up at Undress Academy

"...Huh?"

Cheerful laughter rang out all around me. I blinked and looked around.

Where was I?

I was sure I'd fallen asleep in my own bed last night and woken up like normal, but...

"Nnh—!"

A status window flared into existence right in front of my face, and I startled so hard my whole body jumped.

Anyone would have jumped, with something popping up out of nowhere like that. But...

I could have sworn I'd heard a strange sound. I was the one who'd been startled, so... that sound should not have come from me. Not a sound like that.

A nasty suspicion creeping over me, I looked down, and what I saw was...

A pair of enormous watermelons. The almost violent spectacle of something that huge hanging off a human body burned itself into my eyes in vivid, inescapable detail.

"What is this..."

"Freshmen! You'll get demerits if you're late, so move it!"

My gaze snapped toward the voice on its own. A girl stood at the front gate with her arms crossed, barking at the top of her lungs.

And the moment I saw her, I knew exactly where I was.

This was the adult game where you tore your opponent's clothes off and humiliated them. Undress ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Academy: The Secret Garden.

I'd only played it once because a friend recommended it — just enough to see the ending.

And I'd been transmigrated into it?

The Disciplinary Committee Chief, Suika, was staring me down, and I flinched in spite of myself, falling in with the other students as they moved.

I still had no idea how any of this had happened, but... I'd been dropped into the game, right? This wasn't some kind of dream, was it?

Honestly, I was hoping it was.

I was a guy. And not only had I suddenly become a woman — I'd been dropped into an adult game where I could get ravished?

Was something this awful even allowed to happen?

The one silver lining was that this game featured nothing but women.

The original had men in it too, but The Secret Garden was an IF title — an all-female version. From the player character to the extras, even the animals and the monsters, everyone was female. You could tell exactly what kind of fetish it was going for.

And that, at least, was a genuine relief.

I'd played the original plenty of times. I knew exactly how the women in it got violated. If I'd been dropped into the original instead... honestly, biting my tongue and ending it might have been the easier way out.

I followed the crowd to the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠auditorium, which was packed wall to wall.

Every last person in here was a student of this school — and someone I needed to watch out for. The game had made every single character a complete psycho for the sake of the concept.

The moment you got caught by the wrong person... I didn't even want to think about it.

"Ah, the quest..."

"Oh... hey there, cutie. Wanna sit next to me?"

"Huh? What..."

"C'mon, sit, sit."

I was just about to check the quest-clear message when someone grabbed my hand and yanked. Before I could even react, I was being forced down into a chair.

Ugh... who the hell... ah.

I glanced over to see who it was, and... I was already screwed.

I'd told myself I needed to avoid people as much as possible. And the first person I ran into just had to be...

"I'm Shion Star. What's your name?"

"My name? My name is..."

I tried to say it, and it was like something had clamped down on my throat. I couldn't get the words out. Some unfathomable force was blocking me, as if my original name was simply not allowed to be spoken, and the frustration of it sat heavy in my chest.

I tried to force it anyway. It was clearly impossible.

The other problem was that I couldn't remember my name in the first place.

It had been a while since I'd played, and in a game like this you got called by dirty nicknames and special event titles more often than anything resembling a real name. I hadn't exactly treated the character's name as a priority. As long as an adult game got me off, everything else came second.

I was still trying to figure out how to answer Shion when I remembered the next quest I'd seen after clearing the last one.

It had told me to check my status window. Surely a name would be written in there, right?

I called up the status window in my head, and it bloomed into existence in front of my eyes.

"Ah. My name is Bresir."

"Bresir?"

"Yeah. Bresir."

"Heh, then I can call you Sir, right? You can call me Shion."

"Y... yeah."

Shion's sudden full-throttle familiarity threw me so hard I instinctively leaned away from her.

This was exactly why I hadn't wanted to run into Shion.

She was aggressive, she didn't give a damn about anyone else, and she moved solely for her own pleasure — a genuine madwoman.

Not that telling me to find someone here who wasn't a madwoman would have turned up anyone but me.

"Ehehe. You're so cute. And squishy."

"Nnh— stop it."

"Whyy? You're cute. It feels nice."

Her fingers squished and kneaded my soft cheek. I tried to swat her hand away, but the look on Shion's face was so murderous I couldn't do it.

The way she was staring at me, she'd eat me alive right here if I knocked that hand off...

How was I supposed to stop that? I was too scared. There was no way I could stop her.

I had no choice but to let Shion keep playing with my cheek, and I turned my attention to the status window instead.

Nothing looked different from the game. The skills were all there, the stats were all there, and — this being an adult game — it even logged erogenous development and the number of sexual acts.

Naturally, I hadn't done a thing, so if any of that had already been filled in, I'd have been looking at hardcore mode. You could set your starting development and all that before you began a playthrough, after all.

God... I was so, so glad. When I'd played the game, I'd just maxed everything because it was an adult game and that was the point.

Thank god this wasn't that.

"No! Don't load that!"

"...Huh?"

"That freshman there. Settle down."

"Ah... I'm sorry."

I'd shouted so loud from sheer panic that every eye in the auditorium ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠locked onto me. Mortified, I apologized and ducked my head. What the hell was this...!

"Pfft. You're a fun little cutie. Why? What's not allowed?"

"It's nothing. Yeah. Really, there's no problem."

Shion was looking at me like she genuinely wanted to know, but that didn't matter to me in the slightest.

What mattered right now was the state of my character.

It was pulling a character preset...

I'd only ever used one. The build a friend had tricked me into making. I'd taken the recommendation at face value and assumed it was a beginner's build, but...

There was a chance it had changed, right? I opened the status window, clinging to that hope.

Please... please, just a little better than I remember.

"Ah."

"......"

It was identical to the status window I remembered.

At a glance it looked decent. In reality, it was a status window riddled with traps. Technique and Sense — stats that only really paid off in the late game — were sitting at A, while everything else was F. In the early going, that made it nearly impossible to get good results in stripping duels or much of anything else.

And the traits were the real trap.

Talent of the Sword Saint ate an enormous number of points, but it granted overwhelming talent with a blade. As long as there was a sword in your hand, you could wield any sword there was. A genuinely good trait, except...

Everything after it ruined that advantage.

Sensitive Senses bumped the Sense stat up a rank and was great for spotting traps and defending against surprise attacks. But... the essence of Undress Academy was that it was an adult game, and in an adult game, having sensitive senses was as good as a weakness. I'd been sure it was a good trait because it cost points to take. I couldn't even count how many times I'd lost because of it.

The real problem was that everything listed under Sensitive Senses was a demerit trait.

Bloodless Entry made it so that I couldn't inflict a wound by any means. In a stripping-focused adult game that might not sound like a big deal, but being unable to wound anyone meant... the only way I could take an opponent down was through erotic methods. That was how it had worked in the game, anyway. It might be different here, but still...

Magicless meant I couldn't manipulate mana by any means whatsoever. Stacked on top of Sensitive Senses, Increased Sensitivity made it so that even ordinary movement piled up my arousal.

And the most horrific of all was Orgasm Switch — the trait that made me climax and lose the instant I got hit in the wrong spot. If I knew which body part it was, I might have been able to guard it, but it randomized every single battle. Right now, it was a nightmare of a trait.

Climaxing out of nowhere... it was terrifying.

If my friend hadn't lied to me — hadn't told me that high-point traits were good, that this was the best build — I might have been in a better situation.

No. If you thought about the late game, it wasn't that bad. Raise Strength and Vitality, trigger the event that evolved Talent of the Sword Saint, and the ceiling wasn't actually terrible.

The problem was that getting there was anything but easy, and even if you did, there were dozens of builds with a higher ceiling than this one. Builds with far easier conditions, too... the more I thought about it, the less I could keep a lid on how furious I was at that friend.

I'd trusted them, found it weird, looked it up, and by then I was already committed — so I'd stubbornly played through to the ending out of spite...! If I'd known it would come to this, I would have started a brand-new build for real!

"Haa..."

"What's wrong?"

"No... I just suddenly got pissed off at a friend."

"Heh. Who?"

"Someone. Someone I can't meet right now."

"Ah."

Shion seemed to have gotten the wrong idea, but I had bigger things to worry about than that. I needed to figure out how to handle the situation I was in.

This was the entrance ceremony. The chairman's interminable speech had ended, and the freshman representative had come out to give hers.

This was the intro I knew from the game. And once the intro ended, what came next was...

"That was freshman representative Rose Tyrant. I hope all of your time at the Academy will be a joyful ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠one, spent together."

"Well done, Miss Rose. Once again, to all of our incoming students — give it your all these next three years. Let us all strive so that your talents may bloom."

Rose's speech ended, and as the auditorium erupted in cheers, the lights went out with a series of sharp clicks.

The event I'd been dreading had begun. Once the entrance ceremony was over, what started was...

The world around me seemed to warp, and I clenched my fists.

Freshman Guidance Training, they called it. In truth, it was a slaughter — the upperclassmen massacring the Academy's incoming students.

It wasn't unwinnable, but with my current build, it was a brutal event. A wall of pure despair you almost couldn't clear. I'd smashed my head against it over and over, determined to beat it, and I had failed every single time. In the end, I'd just accepted the loss.

"Oh my. What a cute little junior we have. Fufu. Senior will teach you well. You understand, don't you?"

The fact that your opponent was random made the event even worse. If it had been a single fixed fight, I might have found a way to beat it — but those lunatic developers had gone and implemented every last one of the hundreds of students. I should have known from how massive the file size was.

And the person standing in front of me right now... was one of the students I had least wanted to meet.

"...Sunshine."

"Oh my, you know who I am? Ufufu. I'm delighted that such a cute junior would recognize me."

Of course I knew who she was. Sunshine had been the hardest student in the early game. She threw out attacks on trajectories you couldn't read and slipped every single thing you threw at her — a character who looked, frankly, like she'd been designed so you couldn't win.

"But I should tell you, junior~ Sunshine is my epithet, not my name. Senior's name is Lucia Ardel. Do remember it."

"......"

"Oh my, look at you, not answering. Feisty, aren't we? The feistier they are, the more I want to educate them."

She ran her tongue across her lips — and then Lucia vanished.

It was Lucia's unique magic, transforming her body and equipment into light. She could move at the speed of light itself — a level of magic that, by any reasonable measure, did not belong to an Academy student.

SMACK—!

"Hyaah!"

"Oh, look how soft. What a pleasant little rear you have."

Before I knew it, Lucia had moved behind me and spanked my ass. Hard.

If I didn't want to get ravished, I had to... win this?

...How was I supposed to win this?