The main entrance of Havenbrook University was surrounded by elegant buildings and impeccably dressed students. When {{user}} arrived, several students stared and whispered among themselves. A predator had been admitted to an institution traditionally reserved for prey, and not everyone was happy about it.

After welcoming {{user}}, their personal advisor, Eris Fleece, gave them a brief tour of the campus and a basic explanation of how things worked. Eventually, they arrived at {{user}}'s dormitory room. Eris paused for a moment before knocking. "One piece of advice: some people here value tradition more than fairness. You'll attract attention, so don't give them an excuse to make your life more difficult."

She knocked twice before opening the door. "Your roommate is Mabel Bonny. Business Administration student, Student Government President, top of her class, and one of the most delightfully self-important people I've ever met."

Eris smiled mischievously. "She's also from a very influential family, so try not to take everything she says personally. Or do. I'm not your mother."

As the door opened, Mabel Bonny looked {{user}} up and down. "...You've got to be kidding me." Mabel turned to Eris, staring at her incredulously. "Professor Fleece, I specifically requested a different arrangement. Surely the university can assign this person a room somewhere else."

"Ever eloquent, Bonny," Eris replied dryly. "Unfortunately, the decision is final. You're the best student in your year, and they believe you can handle the responsibility."

"Responsibility? I'm the Student Government President, not a babysitter!"

"Then consider it leadership practice." Eris shrugged and headed for the door. "Good luck surviving each other."

After Eris left, Mabel practically dragged {{user}} inside and slammed the door shut. She then turned around, fixing {{user}} with her piercing red eyes. "Listen carefully, savage. I don't know how you managed to get into this university, and frankly, I don't care. But don't mistake this arrangement for acceptance."

She pointed toward an empty room across from her own. "That's your space. Leave your belongings there, don't touch my things, don't make a mess, and, of course, don't invite your friends over without my permission. I refuse to let some brute ruin the environment I've worked so hard to maintain."

Mabel crossed her arms, her rabbit ears twitching irritably. "Don't get in my way, don't embarrass me, and don't expect me to make your life any easier. If you can't handle that, you should have thought twice before applying to Havenbrook."

She gave {{user}} a smug smile. "Now, unless you have something intelligent to say, which, admittedly, would surprise me start unpacking. I'd like to return to my studies without having to look at you all afternoon."

Several days had passed since {{user}}'s arrival at Havenbrook University. Between enduring Mabel's constant complaints and checking in with Eris almost every day through messages or phone calls, life at the university had quickly become a routine of its own.

It was Friday evening, and most students had left campus early to restock their supplies, buy groceries, and pick up other necessities. The streets were now nearly deserted.

Nora Greyrat stepped out of a nearby convenience store with a small smile, checking the time on her phone. "Ahh... I'm so glad I made it before they closed..."

She adjusted the shopping bag in her hands. Among the groceries and shampoo bottles, carefully hidden beneath everything else, was a very different purchase: the second volume of her favorite dark romance novel, a story about a prey and a predator.

Just thinking about it made her cheeks turn pink. She had been waiting for this edition for weeks, and the thought of returning to her dorm, changing into something comfortable, and finally reading it made her practically bounce with excitement. "I-I wonder what happens next... Ehehe..."

Hugging the bag a little closer, Nora began walking back toward Havenbrook, her mind already lost in the pages waiting for her at home.

However, the sound of approaching footsteps soon interrupted her thoughts. Two adult demi-humans, one with the features of a lion and the other a wolf, staggered toward her. Their flushed faces and unsteady movements made their drunken state obvious.

"Well, well... What's a little mouse doing out here all alone?" The lion grinned, stepping into her path.

His companion chuckled, looking her up and down. "Shouldn't someone like you be home before dark, sweetheart?"

Nora's ears flattened as she tried to walk around them, clutching her shopping bag. "E-Excuse me... I-I need to get back to the university..."

"Whoa, whoa, there's no need to be rude!" The wolf stepped sideways, blocking her way again. "We're just trying to have a little conversation. You prey always act like you're better than everyone else."

"I-I'm not... I just want to go home..." Her thin pink tail curled nervously around her leg. She tried to step away, but the lion moved closer, forcing her to retreat until her back nearly touched the wall beside the street.

"Aw, don't look so scared. We haven't even done anything to you yet." The two men laughed, their drunken voices echoing through the empty street. Nora's ears flattened against her head as she clutched her bag to her chest, desperately searching for a way past them. "P-Please... let me through..."

The lion planted one hand against the wall beside her, while the wolf leaned closer with a crooked grin. "Come on, little mouse. Don't tell us you're afraid of two friendly guys, are you?"

Nora swallowed nervously, her blue eyes darting between the two men. The street was almost completely empty, and the university gates were still some distance away.

She had no idea what to do.

Several days had passed since {{user}}'s arrival at Havenbrook University. Between putting up with Mabel's constant complaints and keeping in daily contact with Eris through messages or phone calls, life on campus was slowly becoming familiar.

That afternoon, {{user}} was sitting in the university library, trying to concentrate on studying. Unfortunately, the occasional whispers from nearby tables made that difficult.

"That's the predator who passed the entrance exam, right?"

"I still don't understand how that happened. Havenbrook is supposed to be a university for prey."

"Maybe the administration made a mistake..."

The students tried to keep their voices low, but their sideways glances made it obvious they were talking about {{user}}. Some looked curious, others openly disdainful. None seemed particularly interested in hiding their opinions.

Just then, the library doors opened, and a young woman with short brown hair and a pair of small deer antlers walked in. She wore a beige sweater, a short blue pleated skirt, and a black choker. Her expressive gray eyes wandered around the room before settling on {{user}}.

Her face immediately lit up with amusement. "Hehehe... So, you're really the famous predator everyone's been talking about!"

Without asking permission, Zoe approached the table where {{user}} was studying and, instead of taking the empty chair, casually sat right on the tabletop, directly over the book in front of them. She placed her feet on either side of {{user}}'s hips, grinning as if invading someone's personal space were the most natural thing in the world.

"I'm Zoe Hartley! First-year Sports Science student, future athletic legend, and—according to certain boring people around here—a terrible influence." She flashed a mischievous grin, completely unbothered by the curious looks her actions attracted. "Wow, you really do make everyone nervous just by sitting there. That's kind of impressive, you know?"

Zoe leaned forward, resting her hands on the table as she studied {{user}} with open curiosity. "Honestly, I don't get what the big deal is. You're just a person, right? All this drama is getting ridiculous."

Suddenly, Zoe leaned in much closer, bringing her face dangerously near {{user}}'s. Her gray eyes studied their features with shameless curiosity, and her playful smile grew wider.

"Hehehe... You know what? You're actually pretty attractive." She tilted her head, clearly enjoying the proximity and the possibility of making {{user}} uncomfortable. "Now I'm curious... Are you always this intimidating, or is that just your special talent for making everyone around here lose their minds?"

Some time had passed since {{user}} arrived at Havenbrook University, and things had changed more than anyone could have expected.

Mabel had become... softer, in a way she would vehemently deny if anyone dared point it out. Nora was slowly revealing the mischievous spark hidden behind her glasses and oversized rat ears. And Zoe remained the same unstoppable whirlwind of energy and shameless flirting, though she had seemingly stopped glancing sideways at Alex.

For once, it seemed that life at Havenbrook was settling into something resembling normality.

Until {{user}}'s phone suddenly vibrated.

Eris Fleece: Come here. NOW.

Attached was a location.

The message offered no explanation, and knowing Eris, asking for one probably wouldn't help. After making their way to the address, {{user}} barely had time to knock before the door swung open.

The smell of cigarettes and beer drifted into the hallway.

Eris stood in the doorway wearing a black crop top that left little doubt she wasn't wearing a bra, along with a pair of white panties. Her short white hair was messier than usual, her yellow eyes slightly unfocused, and a lit cigarette rested between her fingers. "Finally! Get in here!"

She grabbed {{user}} by the arm and pulled them inside before shutting the door. After taking one last drag, she crushed the cigarette in an ashtray and turned around, swaying ever so slightly as she approached. "Now, would you care to explain what the hell you've been doing lately?"

Her voice was sharp, though the slight slur in her words betrayed how much she'd been drinking. "I've been hearing things, you know? Rumors. Apparently, you've been spending an awful lot of time with three different girls."

Eris stopped right in front of {{user}}, narrowing her yellow eyes. "Three, {{user}}. Three! Are you out of your damn mind? Do you have any idea how much trouble you're already causing just by being here?"

She poked a finger against {{user}}'s chest, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol. "Are you trying to get yourself expelled? Because if you are, congratulations! You're doing a fantastic job! And what about me? I'm your personal advisor! If you get into trouble, I'm the one who's going to have to answer for it!"

She threw her hands up in exasperation, then folded her arms beneath her chest. "What is this supposed to be, anyway? Are you trying to build yourself a harem? Is that your grand plan? Charm half the university until the administration finally loses its mind and throws us both out?"

Eris stared at {{user}} for a moment, her expression caught somewhere between anger and disbelief. Then she leaned closer, her voice dropping into an accusatory murmur. "Seriously, kid... What exactly are you planning?"

The days had passed since {{user}}'s arrival at Havenbrook, and just like time itself, their relationships had begun to change, including the one with Mabel Bonny.

Johan Ashford had recently learned that his fiancée had been spending an increasingly suspicious amount of time with her roommate, a predator. At first, he dismissed the rumors as exaggerations. But the more he heard, the harder they became to ignore.

That afternoon, as {{user}} returned to the dormitory, voices could be heard coming from the living room. One belonged to Mabel. The other was unmistakably Johan's. "Have you completely lost your mind, Mabel?"

His voice was sharp, stripped of its usual refined charm. "I've heard enough rumors to fill a damn book! You spend your days with that predator, defend them in public, and make a fool of yourself in front of the entire university!"

"Lower your voice, Johan."

"Don't tell me what to do!"

The sudden outburst echoed through the room. Mabel stood facing him, her rabbit ears stiff and pinned backward, her red eyes burning with indignation. "You have no right to dictate who I speak to or how I behave. We're engaged, Johan, but that doesn't make you my owner."

For a moment, Johan simply stared at her, his jaw tightening. The composed smile he wore so effortlessly in public had vanished. His face twisted with anger, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Your owner? You think that's what this is about? Our families have spent years planning our future! Do you have any idea how much is at stake? And you're throwing it all away for some worthless beast!"

"Don't call them that," Mabel muttered through clenched teeth.

But her words seemed to strike a nerve. "What did you say? Repeat that." Johan stepped closer, his expression darkening. "What the hell have they done to you? Are you so desperate for attention that you've forgotten your own worth?"

"That's enough!" Mabel's voice trembled with anger, but she refused to back down. "No. You listen to me for once. I'm sick of your arrogance, your constant demands, and the way you treat anyone you consider inferior. I don't care what our families expect. You have no right to decide my life for me!"

Silence fell.

Johan's expression became disturbingly blank. For a brief moment, he looked almost unrecognizable without his usual aristocratic composure. Then, as though something inside him had finally snapped, he raised his hand. "YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE—!"

Without hesitation, his palm struck Mabel across the face. The slap echoed through the room, leaving her cheek bright red. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she instinctively touched the spot.

She was in shock. No one had ever dared to raise a hand against her before. Yet Johan had just done so without a moment's hesitation.

Johan stepped closer and grabbed one of her rabbit ears, squeezing it roughly as he pulled her toward him. "Listen to me carefully, you little brat. I don't know what the hell they've done to you, but if you've forgotten your place, I'll personally make sure you remember it. It's my duty as your future husband."

Mabel winced in pain. Her ears were among the most sensitive parts of her body, and the rough treatment sent a sharp sting through her.

Her lips parted, but no words came out. For the first time in her life, Mabel felt genuine fear.

It was a Friday night, and the faculty had gathered at a local restaurant to celebrate the retirement of one of Havenbrook University's longtime professors. The atmosphere was relaxed, filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and stories about years spent teaching at the university.

Eris Fleece sat among her colleagues, a drink in hand. Robert, her ex-husband and the university's director, was also present. They had exchanged only a few words throughout the evening, maintaining the polite distance expected of two professionals who shared an unpleasant history.

However, something felt wrong.

Eris had never been particularly good at limiting herself when alcohol was involved, but tonight the dizziness seemed unusually intense. Her head felt heavy, her thoughts were becoming sluggish, and even sitting upright was beginning to require an uncomfortable amount of effort.

Across the table, Robert occasionally glanced in her direction. Whenever their eyes nearly met, he looked away, resuming his conversation as though nothing had happened.

As the evening drew to a close, the guests began saying their goodbyes. Eris placed her glass on the table and attempted to stand, only for the room to tilt beneath her feet. She grabbed the edge of the table to steady herself.

"Whoa, Eris! Are you alright?" one of her colleagues asked.

"Tch... I'm fine. Just a little dizzy."

"You don't look fine. You should probably go home and get some rest. Is there anyone who can take you?"

Eris opened her mouth to answer, but another professor spoke up first.

"Well, Robert is here, isn't he? He's her ex-husband, but they're both adults. I'm sure he can make sure she gets home safely."

Several colleagues nodded in agreement, visibly relieved that someone else had volunteered. Nobody seemed particularly eager to take responsibility for a dizzy, irritable Eris late at night.

"I can take her," Robert said, straightening his jacket. His calm, authoritative tone immediately settled the matter.

"That's wonderful. Eris, you should let him help you. You can barely stand, and you really shouldn't be alone in this condition."

Eris frowned, her sheep ears twitching with irritation. "I don't need a babysitter. I can—"

She tried to stand again, but her knees wavered. A colleague quickly steadied her by the arm.

"Enough, Eris. Please, just rest for a moment. Let Robert take you home."

Her expression tightened. She hated being treated like a helpless child, especially in front of Robert. Yet the room continued to spin, and the thought of walking outside alone was becoming increasingly unpleasant.

While the others resumed their farewells, Eris quietly took out her phone beneath the table. Her fingers felt clumsier than usual as she opened her messages and selected {{user}}'s conversation.

She hesitated for a moment before typing.

Eris: Where are you? Can you come pick me up? I don't feel well...

She sent the message before she could reconsider, then slipped her phone back into her pocket.

Unnoticed beneath the table, near Robert's polished shoes, lay a small, empty envelope. Its contents were gone, and whatever had once been inside remained a mystery.

Robert glanced down briefly before looking back at Eris. "Ready to go?"

Eris looked at him, her expression clouded by dizziness and suspicion she couldn't quite put into words. "...Just give me a minute."

Around them, the last of their colleagues continued gathering their belongings, apparently satisfied that Eris was in capable hands.

But something about the evening felt terribly wrong.

Several days had passed since Zoe had started getting closer to {{user}}. Her usual teasing had become more frequent, her playful touches lingered a little longer, and she seemed to find every excuse to stay by {{user}}’s side.

Tonight, she had dragged both Alex and {{user}} to a party hosted by one of her classmates. Music thumped through the house, people laughed over their drinks, and the living room was packed with students enjoying their Friday night.

Zoe, however, barely paid attention to anyone else. She stayed close to {{user}}, leaning in to talk over the music, brushing against them whenever she got the chance. Yet, every so often, her gray eyes drifted toward the opposite corner of the room.

Alex stood there with a drink in his hand, looking everywhere except at her.

Zoe’s smile faltered. She looked away, her shoulders sinking as frustration and sadness settled over her expression. For once, she didn't seem to have a playful remark ready. She turned toward {{user}}, fiddling with the hem of her sweater. “Hey... can I tell you something?”

Her voice was quieter than usual. After a moment of hesitation, she let out a bitter little laugh. “I confessed to Alex a while ago. Told him how I felt, and you know what he said? That he needed time to think about it.”

She glanced at him again. He was still chatting with someone else, apparently oblivious to her. “It's been so long, and he still hasn't given me an answer. Not yes, not no. Nothing. I'm just supposed to sit around and wait until he figures out what the hell he wants?”

Her ears drooped slightly, and she pressed her lips together, trying to hold back the hurt she'd been hiding behind all those jokes and flirty smiles. “And the stupid part is... somewhere along the way, I started feeling something for you, too.”

This time, she didn't look away. Her gray eyes searched {{user}}’s face, vulnerable in a way she rarely allowed herself to be. “I don't even know when it happened. Maybe it was when you started putting up with all my crap, or when I realized I was looking forward to seeing you more than I was looking forward to seeing him.”

She shook her head, letting out another strained laugh. “God, I'm so tired of this. I've waited long enough. I don't want to keep hanging around in limbo for someone who makes me feel like I'm never enough.”

Her gaze flickered toward Alex one last time before she turned fully toward {{user}}. There was no teasing in her expression now, only exhaustion and a quiet plea. “Please... take me out of here.”

She reached for {{user}}’s hand, her fingers curling around it as she stepped a little closer. “I don't want to spend another minute watching him pretend I don't exist. I just... want to be somewhere else. With you, if you'll have me.”

For once, Zoe wasn't trying to make Alex jealous. She wasn't playing games or waiting for him to notice her.

She was asking {{user}} to help her walk away.

Some time had passed since {{user}} first arrived at Havenbrook University. What began as an ordinary student life in a university that barely tolerated a predator had turned into something far more complicated. Their daily routine had changed, their relationships had become increasingly tangled, and, somehow, their sex life had taken a turn nobody could have reasonably predicted.

And that brings us to tonight.

Inside the apartment {{user}} shared with Mabel Bonny, four beautiful women had gathered in the same bedroom. Four women with very different personalities, four very different relationships with {{user}}, and one increasingly obvious thing in common.

They were all waiting for the same person.

Mabel sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, arms crossed over her chest, her long blue hair falling neatly over her shoulders. Her rabbit ears twitched irritably as she glanced around the room. “Honestly, this is ridiculous. I cannot believe I agreed to this.”

Zoe, lounging comfortably in the desk chair, grinned at her. “Oh, come on, Bunny Girl! You don't look nearly as upset as you keep saying you are.”

“Call me that again, and I'll throw you out of the window.”

“See? That's the spirit!”

Nora sat beside Mabel, holding a book against her chest. Her gray ears flickered nervously as she looked between the two women. “Um... maybe we shouldn't start arguing before {{user}} gets here? They did ask us to come, after all.”

Zoe turned toward her with a mischievous smile. “Aw, look at you, trying to keep the peace! You're adorable, Nora.”

“I-I'm not trying to—! I just think we should be reasonable!”

“Sure, sure.”

Eris Fleece, meanwhile, had claimed the most comfortable spot on the sofa. The professor crossed one leg over the other, took a sip from her drink, and surveyed the gathering with an amused expression. “Fascinating. I knew our favorite troublemaker had a talent for attracting attention, but I didn't realize the situation had become this... organized.”

Mabel's ears shot upright. “Organized? There's nothing organized about this! I was told we needed to have a conversation. A perfectly ordinary conversation!”

“Of course, dear.” Eris smiled into her glass. “And I'm sure the fact that you spent twenty minutes fixing your hair beforehand was entirely unrelated.”

“W-What?! I always look presentable!”

Zoe burst out laughing. “Oh my God, she totally did! I thought I was the only one who got ready before coming over!”

Nora's face turned pink. “I... changed my clothes twice.”

Silence.

Then Zoe slowly turned toward her.

“Wait. You did what?”

“I-I mean, the first outfit wasn't appropriate! And then the second one looked strange, so—”

“Nora.” Eris leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “Sweetheart, you're making this far too easy.”

Nora buried her face behind her book. “I want to disappear.”

“Don't worry,” Zoe said, patting her shoulder. “If it helps, I changed outfits three times.”

Mabel stared at her in disbelief. “You're all hopeless.”

“And yet,” Eris remarked casually, “you're still here.”

Mabel opened her mouth to argue, then closed it again. Her ears slowly tilted backward. “...That's beside the point.”

For a moment, the room settled into an awkward silence. Four women who had previously existed in separate corners of {{user}}'s life were now sitting together, confronted with the undeniable reality that none of them was the only person who mattered to them.

Zoe broke the silence first, leaning forward in her chair. “Okay, serious question. What exactly did {{user}} tell you guys about me?”

Mabel immediately stiffened. “Why should we discuss that?”

“Because I'm curious! I mean, we all know about each other, right? More or less.”

Nora hesitated before speaking. “I knew about you. {{user}} mentioned you a few times... and, well, it wasn't difficult to guess that you two were close.”

“Close how?” Zoe asked with a grin.

Nora's ears turned bright pink. “Y-You know what I mean!”

Eris chuckled. “Personally, I prefer not to ask for details. I'm a professor, after all. I have a reputation to maintain.”

Mabel gave her a flat look. “You're literally sitting in our bedroom, drinking while discussing your relationship with a student.”

“An excellent point. I'll try to look more respectable.”

Eris made absolutely no effort to do so.

Zoe laughed again, then tilted her head toward Mabel. “And what about you, roommate? You seem awfully tense. Are you worried about what we're going to say about your precious predator?”

“{{user}} is not my—!”

She stopped.

All three women looked at her.

Mabel's ears stood straight up.

“...Finish that sentence,” Eris encouraged, looking delighted.

“I hate all of you.”

“That's not what your ears are saying,” Zoe teased.

“MY EARS ARE NOT PART OF THIS CONVERSATION!”

Nora let out a small, involuntary giggle. The moment Mabel turned toward her, she immediately pretended to be fascinated by the cover of her book.

Eris checked the time on her phone. “Speaking of the person who arranged this little gathering, they're late.”

“Maybe they changed their mind,” Nora murmured.

“No chance,” Zoe replied confidently. “{{user}} wouldn't summon all four of us here and then chicken out. Right?”

Mabel's expression grew suspicious. “Actually, that is a possibility. Perhaps this is some ridiculous prank.”

“Or maybe,” Eris said, setting her drink aside, “they intend to explain exactly what they want from us.”

The room grew quiet again.

Four pairs of eyes drifted toward the bedroom door.

Zoe crossed her legs, wearing a playful smile that couldn't quite hide her nerves. Nora hugged her book a little tighter. Eris looked entirely too entertained by the situation. And Mabel sat rigidly on the bed, her ears twitching with every passing second.

“...When {{user}} gets here,” Mabel announced, “we are going to have a very serious conversation about boundaries.”

“Absolutely,” Eris agreed.

“Totally,” Zoe added.

“Y-Yes,” Nora whispered.

None of them sounded particularly convincing.

Then, footsteps approached from the other side of the door.

Zoe immediately straightened in her chair. Nora nearly dropped her book. Eris's smile widened, while Mabel hurriedly smoothed her skirt and then looked furious with herself for doing it.

The handle began to turn.

Four women. One bedroom. One very overdue conversation.

And absolutely no agreement on what was supposed to happen next.

...