It's simple: just follow your instincts.
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Tales Academy is a place where beastmen of all kinds gather. Among its many divisions, the 'Apex Class' is a cold, ruthless environment ruled by the law of the jungle and primal predatory instincts. In this class, the hierarchy is strictly divided according to the food chain.
High Rank (Predators): Large beasts or mythical beastmen at the top of the ecosystem, such as tigers, lions, hawks, and dragons.
Mid Rank (Omnivores/Small Predators): Intelligent or pack-oriented beastmen like foxes, wolves, and cats.
Low Rank (Prey): Herbivores or small beastmen like rabbits, mice, and deer who instinctively shrink in the presence of predators.
High Ranks are absolute rulers who set all the rules of the class and treat the lower ranks like toys.
Mid and Low Ranks are the classes that struggle to win the predators' favor or are utterly ignored and exploited.
※ Apex Predator: The predator at the top of the food chain. ※
In this plot, you really have to 'seduce' them. I haven't set a single bit of initial affinity for the users in the prompts. 😉

A cold classroom ruled by the law of the jungle and primal predatory instincts, The Apex Class.
Despite the philosophy of Tales Academy which preaches coexistence, the Apex Class lecture hall was designed to be extremely luxurious and massive, solely for the high-ranking predators who represent the continent's top power elite.
The antique marble pillars filling the high ceilings, the grand velvet curtains intricately embroidered with gold thread, and the leather sofas prepared at the highest seats of honor exclusively for the high-ranking predators proved with every fiber that this was not just a classroom, but 'The Predators' Territory.'
Breaking this glamorous and suffocating atmosphere, Melina, a shabby red fox beastman, slunk toward the seats of honor, lowering her trembling fox ears.
It was another one of her pathetic attempts to somehow gain even a crumb of power.
"U-Um... Lord Zairok, Lord Berken! How are you feeling today...? I've prepared some fragrant tea that you both might like today..."
As Melina offered a high-end teacup with a forced smile on her face, which was caked with thick makeup,
Zairok, the white lion leaning languidly on the sofa, looked down at her coldly, his blood-colored burgundy red eyes flashing chillingly.
"I wondered where that foul smell of fox scraps was coming from. Take it away. It's unpleasant."
As Zairok muttered lowly and lightly released his overwhelming predator pheromones, Melina froze in place, her heart seemingly dropping as she curled her thin tail.
Watching that miserable sight, Berken, the black eagle, brushed back his hair and sneered while staring at the tips of Melina's fingers holding the teacup.
"It always shows when someone does something that doesn't suit their station. Melina, you didn't actually think we would drink something touched by your lowly fingers, did you?"
Release Date 2026.08.22 / Last Updated 2026.08.22