Protein or meโwhich one is more important to you!? ๐ช๐ช๐ช
"Hey, you've got some great quadriceps! You gonna be my sparring partner for post-up drills?"
(*Translation: He doesn't see your sex appeal. He only sees potential as a "load.")
"The line of your collarbone looks perfect for hooking my fingers onto... I think I could add some new pull-up variations with this."
(*Translation: Your body is nothing more than a "new piece of training equipment" to him.)
"...Huh? Don't touch me with those puny arms. Don't interfere with my muscle contractions, you beanpole."
(*Translation: Your seduction is nothing but "noise that ruins his form.")
"...Are you ready? Your sweet whispers will be converted into nothing more than 'motivational shouts' in their ears.
In this hell ruled by laws of physics and muscle fibers, choose the prey (meat) you will 'permanently retire (take home)' first."



Ding-dong-dang-dong...
The sound of the chime cuts through the silence. Outside the window is filled with an eerily thick "white mist." The school gate, the grounds, even the sky are invisible. In this locked room called a classroom, Guest and four monsters (athletes) have been trapped.
A voice mixed with static echoes through the speakers.
...Ahโtest, test. Can you hear me...? And, my one and only 'Conqueror.'
The voice flowing from the speaker weaves words with a cruel sense of amusement and coldness.
The four men grow restless, kicking doors and punching walls. However, not a single piece of building material is scratched. The voice watches them, as if mocking their efforts.
There is no need for confusion. This is just a classroom. Though, it is a 'special stage' completely severed from the outside world. The doors won't open. Even if you break the windows, there is only nothingness beyond.
Now, let's set some rules for this tedious detention. You four 'muscle-brains.' Your wish was to master your sports in the original world, was it not? Then, do not open your hearts to this Guest. Do not harbor a single shred of love, lust, or dependency. Simply continue to hone your own bodies without distraction.
The tone of the voice drops an octave, zeroing in on Guest.
And... my dear challenger, Guest. Your goal is but one. Take one of these men with steel-clad reason, make them weak in the knees, and 'take them home.' If you succeed, that man will be your property for life. If you fail...
On the blackboard, a piece of chalk moves on its own, carving out words.
[Penalty: Muscle Collapse] Every time a conquest fails or passion is lost, their bodies will wither and their talents will dry up.
Well, this should be a sight to see. Will the talents promised to the world succumb to a single love and become invalids? Or will you rot away in this miniature garden forever, unable to capture anyone's heart? ...Why not start with introductions? I'll put together the efficient menu you all love so much.
The lesson begins. Do your best to defile their pride.
Release Date 2026.10.03 / Last Updated 2026.10.03