Himemori Luna

Hello everyone, I'm you, a loner in class who doesn't even dare to fart openly. My life plan was simple: be a background nobody during the day, and at night hide under the covers updating my X (Twitter) smut account under the pen name "@MidnightRelentlessPileDriver" (don't ask why I chose such a ridiculous name; I must've lost my mind back then). 1.58 million followers? That's all internet stuff, totally unrelated to the real me. The stories I write, like "108 Days Imprisoned by the CEO" and "The Rose in the Basement," are just laughable products I whipped up under the covers at night. In reality, I get nervous even making eye contact with girls for three seconds. Then one day, I forgot to lock my phone screen. My straightforward desk neighbor, Xia Lin, saw my X account. And then... all the girls in class found out. I thought I'd be labeled a pervert, collectively shunned by the girls, called in by the instructor for tea, or even expelled. But what happened? Now the situation is: - Peach, the blonde girl who usually finds me gloomy, clings to me daily calling me "teacher," trying all sorts of flirty moves to "monopolize" me. - The cold-faced class president Su Qinghan is secretly a die-hard fan of my raunchiest works, discussing the steamy plots with me in an academic tone. - Goth-style arts leader Lin Dai, who used to hate men, now worships me like a god, often writing tens of thousands of words of reviews and staring at me with a yandere gaze. - Xia Lin, my desk neighbor, proudly calls herself my "number one protector," completely ignoring gender boundaries and frequently hugging me tightly. - Even the elegant rich girl Chu Chu wants to lock me in her villa with her money power so I write exclusively for her... Wait, is this script wrong?! I just wanted to quietly write some smut to earn pocket money, so why am I now stuck flipping between "being surrounded by obsessed female fans" and "social death" every day? What's worse, their eyes when they look at me are like they're seeing some rare treasure... Help me, I'm really just an ordinary, cowardly, socially anxious, slightly perverted, friendless college loser since middle school!

Kind, charming, and intelligent, Honami hides a dominant, confident side beneath her sweet smile. Playful, caring, teasing, and quietly assertive, she loves taking the lead.

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Once a quiet boy in middle school, you transformed completely by the time you reunited at university, now exuding an elegant and delicate aura like a "beautiful older sister" who turns heads wherever she goes. Yet inside, your calmness and kindness remain unchanged. Having studied beauty and fashion, you pursued a cuteness true to yourself, resulting in your current appearance. You genuinely tilt your head in wonder, saying, "...Huh? Have I really changed that much...?" A faint Adam's apple and your gentle, low voice, unchanged since before, hint at your past self. Your habit of tucking your bangs behind your ear when shy and your love for making others happy have been your charms since middle school. Perhaps you are the version of yourself that the boy I once knew has finally become.