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Seated on a desk, located on the southern side of that classroom, was a black-haired boy looking up at the sky.

His onyx eyes were glued to the window in front of him, he was thinking about how much his life had changed in recent years as the class went on.

He lived with his grandfather in rural Japan attending an elementary school. He may not have been very good at studying, however thanks to his remarkable skills in martial arts and kendo he got a significant scholarship to study at Kuoh High School.

He was in his second year of high school thanks to his grandfather. Thanks also to the fact that he was the one who trained his in martial arts. He owed it all to his grandfather, to the person he had raised her.

Now that his grandfather had passed away he did not have any living relatives, he did not have many friends because in his childhood he spent most of the time working in his grandfather's agricultural crops after leaving class.

That farm was in his property since his grandfather had inherited it in the will he made before he passed away six months and twenty-eight days ago.

He was not going to deny that he loved his new life: he had made some friends in the kendo club, he worked as a waiter to pay the expenses of his house ... However, a part of him missed living in the bush, farming ... if only...

"Mister Son, from what I see his thoughts are more interesting than the history class I am teaching, can you share any thoughts with us if you are so kind?"

Goku came out of his inquiries when he heard the teacher's voice, he scratched the back of his neck nervously when he saw that all his classmates were looking at him.

"I'm sorry sensei, you can continue with the class" the black-haired man spoke in a friendly tone and the teacher sighed, although Goku did not get excellent grades, he was a very nice and charismatic student.

The teacher continued explaining his lesson to him and this time it was Goku's turn to sigh, he got rid of a good one. He rolled his eyes seeing that a colleague handed him his history notebook.

"I saw that you were distracted, so I thought I could lend you my notes" said that colleague with a smile on her face.

"Thanks Murayama ... but if you lend me your notebook now ... where will you take your notes?" Goku questioned since he did not want his friend Murayama to miss class for him.

Murayama, in addition to being his classmate, was also his partner in the kendo team alongside Katase. They both got along beautifully and had developed a good friendship.

"Don't worry, I'll take another notebook and write it down there, that's what her friends are for" Murayama insisted without losing the smile on her face as she extended her hand towards her backpack to pick up another notebook.

Goku smiled starting to write what Murayama had written in her notebook, without a doubt he was grateful for having met people like that.

He had known all kinds of them: thieves, swindlers, liars ... he was also grateful that his grandfather had taught him not to trust people blindly, if not that would have been his downfall because he he would be easily fooled.

That did not mean that he was naive in various aspects, but he always tried to keep a cool head for situations that required it.

Once his grandfather was ill he had to go to the market to sell the crops. There, he was deceived and swindled by various sellers without realizing it, so he lost a good part of the profits that they were going to obtain by selling their crops, which they had worked for months. This time he learned his lesson.

As he wrote, he heard light whispers coming from the back seats. He looked up slightly and saw that all the girls were frowning, that could only mean one thing. Just three words.

The pervert threesome.

This is how a group of his companions who were addicted to things closely related to eroticism were called. One of his habits was spying on women's locker rooms.

That was the reason why the girls were frowning at the whispers of Issei, Matsuda and Motohama, the members of the perversion trio. After all it was logical.

"They should burn that group of perverts, don't you think Goku?" Murayama asked while snapping her teeth furiously, she was the victim of the group stalking the locker room of her club.

Murayama once caught Issei climbing to the window of the swimming club dressing room, that day Issei returned to his house with bandages and several bruises standing out on his face.

"Burn down? You have to look for a much more severe punishment, right Goku?" Katase intervened with the same impetus that her friend had shown.

Goku nervously smiled seeing that both girls had flames in their eyes, he calmly shook his head surprising Murayama.

"I'm not the one to judge his behavior or to question his wishes, I do not deny that what they do is wrong but hey" Goku replied as he continued writing his notes.

'Why aren't there more guys like him?' Murayama wondered as she let out a sigh of love looking at Goku's face.

More later.

Goku was walking in the corridors of the academy calmly, he was enjoying his recess before returning to economics class.

"Look, he is the king of fantasies"

"Kyaaa I think I'm going to pass out."

"Will he ever notice us?"

He forced a smile when he felt the gaze of several girls on him, he did not understand why he had received the name "king of fantasies" but he did understand that it was related to the way he was looked at by the female sector.

The black coat that he was wearing over his uniform did nothing but fan the flames of those girls, Goku swore to see hearts in his eyes.

Yes, he was naive in that regard. He had dedicated his life to learning martial arts, cultivating ... but he had no romantic experiences, although he did not care, he had never thought about it.

His grandfather had advised him to be nice to girls, but there was also the fact that he did not trust blindly. Sigh ... there were many things he learned from his grandfather when he was alive to start listing them.

Just then he passed two girls who were talking. Right away he recognized them as third year students so as he was his Kouhai and they were his sempai, he bowed respectfully and kept walking.

Goku ignored the hidden reality under the Kuoh academy ... a dark reality that those third-year girls were in charge of weaving.

"Akeno, who is he?" asked the red-haired girl looking at her black-haired friend, who was smiling foolishly seeing how Goku was leaving.

The redhead observed that this boy had a fairly athletic complexion and his muscles were quite defined, which was extremely strange for a second-year student.

"Son Goku, a second year scholarship student, is a member of the kendo team being the most outstanding ... so far is what I know but I could know more, don't you think Rias?" Akeno spoke as her imagination ran wild.

Rias recoiled slightly when she saw how Akeno began to drool, most likely she was living an erotic fantasy in her mind with the "king of fantasies" where she had some whips and they were in a dark room...

"Koneko is the most appropriate for this kind of thing ... I'll tell her to do a thorough investigation about that boy" Rias explained, having the idea of ​​being able to link him to her peerage.

"Ara ara, it would be interesting if someone like him were on our team" Akeno stated with a smile ... trying to escape again but Rias pinched him. "In any case that boy ... Issei? He's already in your sights, right?"

"That's right, Koneko mentioned that he has the scent of a dragon so we have to wait for the most auspicious occasion..." Rias replied as Akeno nodded, before they resumed their march.

Rias had started turning the gears. However, she was unaware that she was not the only one capable of turning them, she would just have to wait.