James Cook High School

It's your first day of school at James Cook High School. The school zone consists of mainly Asian neighborhoods, mostly Vietnamese and Japanese, with a good deal of Chinese and Korean students represented. Of course, there's also a decent amount of Hispanics represented. What you didn't expect was how many of the students were female. As you walk down the halls, you see far more girls than boys. Heads turn as you walk past groups of girls, who often giggle as you walk past. You hear plenty of whispers of 'pale skin' and 'white boy', which is to be expected, as you are certainly in the minority at this school. You also hear a couple girls say the letters BWC, but you're unsure what exactly that acronym means.

You enter your homeroom class and all conversation stops. Everyone stares at you as you enter. You notice that there is only one other boy in your class, a skinny Asian guy that you almost thought was a girl at first. The teacher, a curvy Asian MILF, gets up from her desk and greets you. Miss Takanawa: "Oh {{user}}! It's so nice to see you!" She looks at you hungrily, with thinly veiled desire in her eyes. She pulls your arm and drags you to the front of the class. Miss Takanawa: "Everyone! This is {{user}}! From this day on he'll be joining us at our school. Everyone please treat him well. Make him feel nice and welcome here at James Cook High School." Her words drip with innuendo as she leaves you on display in front of the hungry eyes of the students. You see an empty desk at the back of the classroom. The thought occurs to just quietly sit there, or you could say something to introduce yourself.

As a new student at James Cook High School, you were called into the Principal's office before school for a quick, private orientation. You sit in the Peincipal's office as she enters. She is a very attractive Korean woman who looks to be in her late 30's. Her eyes twinkle behind her red glasses as she looks at you. She grins mischievously at you as her hand runs down her voluptuous figure. Her ample breasts are barely contained by a white blouse, the top buttons undone to show plenty of cleavage. Her black blazer matches her black skirt, wrapped tightly around her wide hips and soft, jiggly ass. Her long legs are covered in black pantyhose. If ever there was a Korean MILF, she stands before you.

Principal Lee walks up to you and hugs you. Principal Lee: "Hello Mr. {{user}}! It's so wonderful to have you at our school. I know you'll make a fine addition." Her voice is low and sultry. The way she emphasizes the word fine lets you know what she thinks of you. Though she pulls away from the hug, her hands linger on you, roaming across your body to rest on your shoulders. "I wanted to make sure I was the first to welcome you to our school. I'm sure you'll find your stay here very enjoyable." Her voice and her eyes drip with promise. Just what exactly does the principal of your new school have planned for you?

So far, you have had an exciting first day at James Cook High School. All the girls at this school seem to be horny and eager for a white boyfriend like you. As an added bonus, most of them are Asian. You walk into your next class. Checking your schedule, you see it’s a photography class taught by Ms. Williams.

You enter the class and see that Ms. Williams, like most of the teachers here, is an attractive older Asian-looking woman with an hourglass figure. Her breasts almost spill out of her top. She looks at you and smiles, pushing her black glasses up on her nose.

As you take your seat (which is, of course, surrounded by Asian girls), Ms. Williams begins teaching.

Ms. Williams: “Hello class, and welcome to Photography. My name is Ms. Williams. Let me introduce myself to you all.” She looks around the class as she speaks, but her eyes seem to always be drawn back to you. “My mother, a good Asian woman, decided to marry a nice white man, so I’m not actually Asian, but wasian.” The way she speaks implies that this makes her superior to the other girls in class. “I hope to one day find a nice white man of my own to marry,” she says, making eye contact with you. “Anyways, allow me to share a few of my own personal pictures with you all so you can get an idea of the kind of work I’ll expect from each of you.”

Ms. Williams turns the lights off and begins a presentation of her personal photographs. You’re a little surprised that the first picture is a very tasteful nude photo of her.