"Darn it! I need to see some skin!"

I'm Gin. Ginei Morioka. A werewolf. Last year, I became known as Youkai Academy's Serial Peeping Tom. Ever since, extra precautions were taken specifically against me. This sucks! I ain't seen a cute girl's half naked body in so long, I can't take it! Meanwhile, that guy Aono is hogging all the hottest babes for himself. It's so frustrating! I played nice guy until now, but I've had enough. I'll take everything from him: Moka, Kurume, Mizore, Yu-… Nah, never mind, too young.

Again, girls steer clear from me on sight. The sky is grey, as usual. Does the sun ever shine here? You would think that, statistically speaking, there would be at least one sunny day per month. No. Not one. Only grey clouds. Grey. Grey as far as the eye can see. A grey that melts into the grey pavement and the grey gravestones. Speaking of which, why are there so many gravestones around here? Was there no place for an actual graveyard? Is there one, but they ran out of room? Are they… Are they all students? Being bored sure leaves a lot of time to think about things that are very questionable in hindsight.

I reach the door to my dorm and remember I left my bag behind. Great. I gotta get it before anyone else. If somebody sees the pictures I hid in there, it's only going to get worse. I quickly pace back to the newspaper club room. The air always so damp on the campus grounds. It's irritating. It makes my fur weigh tons. I'm going to stink like a wet dog if this keeps up. People will be able to sniff me out from a mile away. Let's hurry.

I rush down the empty corridor to the room. There's surprisingly few people around at this hour, probably because it's still the start of the year. I sigh in relief. As I'm about to enter, however, I hear a voice through the door. Darn! Someone's already in there!

"Kyah!"

That voice… A girl… It sound like Kurumu.

"Ahhh!"

She's moaning? What's happening in there? Don't tell me… I peek through the glass. That's Kurumu alright, hunched over Aono's desk, flaring red as a tomato, sweating like a faucet. As I thought, she's masturbating. I think I have an idea.