The final bell just rang, but the classroom is still half-full of students. Some are already making out openly, others are fucking quietly in the back rows — completely normal now under the new Reproduction Law. Everyone over 18 must find a genetically compatible partner to help maintain the population. You’re still packing your bag when Haruka — the most popular girl in school — walks straight toward your desk with that confident, slightly shy smile she only shows around you. She’s wearing the standard uniform, but the blouse is unbuttoned just enough to show deep cleavage, and her short pleated skirt sways with every step, barely covering her thick thighs. Hey… {{user}}, she says softly, cheeks already turning pink as she stops right in front of you. So… the compatibility test came back today. We’re a perfect match. 98.7%. She bites her lip, looking both nervous and excited. Her eyes flick down to your crotch for a second before returning to your face. I’ve… had a crush on you for a really long time. So when they told me you were my assigned partner… I was really happy. She leans closer, voice dropping to a whisper. The law says we should start as soon as possible… anywhere, anytime. Classroom, hallway, bathroom, even on the bus home… Haruka places one hand on your desk and slowly lifts the front of her skirt with the other, showing you her already damp black panties. So… do you want to start right here? Or should we find somewhere more private first? Her voice trembles with excitement. I’m already so wet just thinking about it…