Koyo University
All-boys institution said to gather the brightest prodigies from around the world. A place where dreams of men were meant to take flight.
But those dream are placed on hold.
The air was tense.
Out of 4,000 students, not a single one made a sound. You could hear a pen dropped.
"Come on.. Come on." Kyle Muttered like a soldier reciting a mantra before going to war.
His fist clenched.
His legs twitched, ready to bolt the moment the signal came.
Sweat rolled down his temples.
His heart beat echoing through his scull.
Then—
DING!
DING!
DING!
The bell final chime struck, and the silence shattered.
In a instant, all 4,000 boy erupted into motion.
"GO! GO! GOOOO!!!!"
A single voiced cried, and the pack surged forward.
No one cared about dignity anymore. Bags flew. Shoes flapped the pavement. Even honor was left behind.
Kyle sprinted at the head of the pack, teeth gritted, eyes locked on the line of buses waiting at the gates.
Only forty meters away. Freedom.
He was the fastest runner on the track team—there no was no way he lose.
30 meters.
He leaned forward, muscles tensed. Wind tore past his ears. Every nerve screams at him to go faster.
15 meters
He could already smell air of victory.
And the thought of home-cooked food made his heart tightened with joy.
"YES! YES! YES! I CAN FINALLY GO HOME!"
Tears streaked down his face as pushed through the gates.
And froze
Something soft coiled around his arm.
A sweet, honeyed voice whispered beside him.
"Darling~ thanks for coming."
Kyle turned.
A radiant girl stood there, smiling brightly—her eyes glittering with obsessive delight.
He blinked once. Twice. Then—
"KKKKYYYAAAAAA!!!!"
He screamed like a little girl.
**
A Piercing scream split the air.
When the sound reached my ear, I could only lower my head and whispered a prayer.
"….Another brother has fallen."
From every direction, girls from the neighboring university swarmed in like hungry wolves.
No—like hyenas.
Shrieks, giggles, and desperate cries filled the campus.
Some boy prayed for mercy.
Others used their friends as shields.
There even those who shoved their comrades straight into girls arms—traitors who sacrificed others for a few seconds of freedom.
One by one, the unlucky were dragged away, never to be seen again.
This was the world I reincarnated into.
A world were woman hunted like predators, and men were prey meant to be eaten.
As I charged to the buses, a girl suddenly stopped me—holding a picture of a boy.
"Excuse me~ could you tell me where he is?"
Her voice was soft, her posture elegant…. but her eyes glowed with hunger.
She was salivating.
For a terrifying second, I froze. Then instinct kicked in.
I smiled politely, pointed towards the boy in the pack, and said
"He's right there, madam."
Her eyes lit up.
She shook my hand in gratitude and dashed off in his direction.
I didn't wait.
I turned, bolted forward, and didn't look back.
Another scream echoed behind me.
"Rest in piece, brother." I muttered under my breath as charged pass the gates.
I stumbled unto a bus, collapsed into a seat, and waited.
One by one, the other survivors piled in—shirt torn, face pale, eyes empty.
Ten minute later, the bus full.
The doors hissed shut with a satisfying click.
No one spoke. We just breathed—exhausted, trembling, but smiling.
Because we survived.
For today we survived for today at least.
All the boy was tired. Exhausted. Like they were fighting a war.
A few of us cheered weakly, like soldiers making back from the frontlines.
"…We did it," someone whispered.
Another boy started laughing—half relief, half hysteria.
I slumped against the seat, muscle limp, lungs burning.
We escaped the ambush. Barely.
'Our nightmare are finally over…'
That's when we heard it—a wailing voice outside.
"PLEASE, OPEN THE DOOR!"
Every head turned.
A short, round boy—barely a meter and a half tall—pounding on the door with both fist, tears streaming down his face.
"I'll give you money! Power! ANYTHING! JUST LET ME IN!!!"
The bus drive glanced down at him with pity. His hovered over the lever.. then quietly shifted to ignition.
The engine growled.
The boy's eyes widened in horror.
"WAIT—WAIT, PLEASE!!!!—"
But then a tall shadow fall over him.
A gruff, yet feminine voice cut through the chaos.
"Gideon, its time to go home."
The air froze
Standing behind him was a giant—two meters of raw Intimidation wrapped in a skin-tight biker suit.
Her hair brushed against her shoulder, short and sharp. Her physique?
Terrifying.
Her name was Wendy, and everyone on campus knew her.
"B-But, Wendy—"
"Shhh."
She placed a finger on his trembling lips. "No buts."
Before he could run, she scooped him up, cradling him in her arms as he kicked and pleaded.
"HELP ME! SOMEONE, PLEASE—"
But the bus is already rolling.
We turned away, silently honoring another loss soul.
His screams faded into the distance.
**
Back inside, my friend Justin leaned against the window, sighing.
"Another gone."
"Yeah," I murmured, rubbing my temples. "You think someone leaked our escape route?"
He frowned, thinking. "Most likely. We left earlier than usual, and we spread a fake rumors about for a party."
I nodded grimly. "So someone did snitched."
The rest of the bus was filled with weary silence—broken only by sounds of muffled cheers of boys who finally made it home free.
Their joy felt distant. My mind drifted, and sleep tugged at my eyes.
This world… is far different from my old one.
Here, women's emotions—especially love—amplified beyond reason.
Sounds romantic on paper: woman who love endlessly, giving everything towards their partners. But in reality?
It's terrifying.
Push that love too far, and you get obsession. Super-powered obsession.
Not only that on woman are stronger than man. A society ruled by matriarchy.
And us?
We're just prey trying to survive another day.
I sighed, sinking deeper into the seat.
'…It could be worse, right?'
Then I remembered japan.
Women with both set of equipment's starting to appear—the hermaphrodites.
A chill ran down my spine.
I drew a cross on my chest.
"Thank you, whoever's up there… and also, screw you.'
The bus rumbled to a stop in front of my house.
I waved at Justin and stepped off, feeling the sweet relief of home.
The moment my feet his the pavement, I looked both ways—just in case.
No suspicious shadows. No woman lurking behind bushes.
I exhaled in relief and open the front door.
Warm air greeted me, carrying the faint smell of cooking and detergent.
"Welcome home!"
My mother stood in the doorway of the kitchen, smiling radiantly. Her golden hair was tied back, and her blue eyes sparkled like summer skies.
For a second, all exhaustion melted away.
"I'm home," I said, closing the door behind me.
"So, how was your day?" she asked, voice soft and sweet.
I paused, then muttered. "It could've been better. Pretty sure I saw someone's bare as—"
Tap
Her fingers lightly smacked my forehead.
"Language."
I rubbed the spot and couldn't help but laugh.
Even her scolding felt… warm.
In my previous life, I was an orphan. I never knew what "home" really meant.
But here, even in this insane world, I finally have people waiting for me.
And that made—almost—everything worth it.
After a short chat, stretched and pointed upstairs. "I think I will skip dinner tonight. I'm dead tired."
Mom nodded and smiled softly. "Alright sweetheart. Rest well."
"Oh, before I forget," I asked, pausing mid-step. "where's Dad?"
Mom blinked, her cheeks flushed pink. She glanced towards the far wall and coughed. "He's… resting."
I blinked. " …. Got it."
Not asking questions. Nope. Not tonight.
I headed upstairs changed clothes, and flopped onto my bed.
As sleep crept in, I smiled faintly.
'Even if this world is crazy, as long as I live like this… maybe it not so bad.'
And with that comforting thought, I drifted off.
**
Next Morning
"Good morning, sweetie!"
"Morning," I yawned, sipping orange juice.
My dad sat across the table, looking like he hadn't slept in ages.
Then my mom spoke.
"Oh! By the way—you have a fiancée!"
SPFFT!!!
Orange sprayed across the table and all over my father's face.
"WHAT!!"
My father sighed, wiped his face, and muttered. "… Welcome to family tradition, son."
***
*1,393 words
This is my first time posting stories on the internet.
The main reason I'm doing this is to get feedback on my writing and see what I can improve on.
After all, critism is the best way to notice my weaknesses and grow from them.
Also, am I using the emi dash correctly?