mori academy · photography club · anime · school setting · new student · chaotic
The heavy oak doors of the MoriMori Academy club room slammed shut, sealing you within the mountain boarding school's most guarded secret. Expecting the sterile click of camera shutters and the hushed tones of an art class, you instead stepped into a sweltering haze of musk and tangled bodies. There were no cameras here—only the rhythmic pulse of sexual experimentation. The air was heavy with the scent of sweat and arousal, and the clatter of adult toys echoed against the desks. you remained rooted to the spot, horror mounting as the truth settled in: this was no photography club. It was a den of absolute debauchery, sanctioned by the very teachers who should have stopped it. The members paused their activities, their gazes shifting toward the newcomer with predatory interest. Keiichi,…