Pain. All I felt was pain. Agonizing pain. But it wasn't from Truck-kun. Not directly, anyways.

A smirk escaped my lips. So this is how it feels like to be isekai-ed.

I let out a silent scream as every nerve in my body felt like it was being stabbed by a million burning hot needles - there wasn't a single atom in my body that wasn't howling out in pain.

Definitely would not recommend, but the end result made everything worth it.

And just suddenly as the pain came, it disappeared.

'Huh? So… where are my waifus?"

No one responded, of course. In fact, nothing happened. The world around me was nothing but stillness and silence.

'I'm not dead, am I?'

It was dark here. I couldn't make out anything in this empty void of darkness.

'Is this the… afterlife?'

I tried to move my body to no avail. My arms, legs, head, anything, but no response came.

'Well this fucking sucks'

What to do? Well, what is there to do? My options were pretty limited - not much to do except lay here in this void of nothingness with nothing but the company of my imagination.

'At least I'm not in hell. Doubt this place is much better, though.'

I let my mind wander as I drifted off into nothingness.

"Are you really sure this is wise," a female figure in a teacher's uniform said. Her outfit was simple: glasses, skirt, dress shirt, black leggings, high heels, tie.

"For the hundredth time, yes, I'm positively sure," a male figure said. "Trust in the school's principal, will you?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Are you implying that I don't trust you?"

The man suddenly regretted his words. His female coworker could have quite the temper.

"Because if I recall correctly, I have followed along obediently to all your nonsensical ideas and helped implement them into the school to the best of my abilities, despite my concerns."

The man chuckled nervously, clearly aware that the woman in front of her was hanging by a string's end. He didn't need one of her infamous tirades first thing in the morning - just a mug of coffee would do fine, thank you very much.

Taking a sip, he responded. "Then why don't you follow along, just one last time?"

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "If I had a dollar for everytime you've said that, I'd be rich and retired."

"You're 37," he couldn't help but blurt out. "Surely you've got at least a couple more decades of teaching left to do."

Big mistake, and he instantly knew it, judging from the cold fury emanating from her.

BANG

A hand was slammed against the desk, causing various items on it to jump. A pen was scattered, the messy pile of paper became even messier. The principal jumped in his seat as well, letting out an embarrassing squeak. The cold smile she gave him was nothing short of demonic. Eyes closed, there was a palpable amount of fury resonating from her. Despite being in a position of higher power, both physically and metaphorically, he couldn't help but feel like the one getting cornered here.

"I-I mean, you don't look a day over 18, ma'am," the principal said in a hurry, sweat forming on the back of his neck. A good golden rule for dealing with the female staff of the school was to never mention their age.

Actually, it's best not to mention age in general regarding the opposite gender.

"That's better."

"Going back on topic, surely you exaggerate. At most you'd have a couple of dollars."

She gave him an unamused look.

"Really? Let's see. The idea to implement swimming lessons within the Physical Education curriculum," she stated, starting her list off.

"Swimming is an important skill for one to have. Plus, it's a great form of exercise," the man said. "I remember you obediently agreeing as well with no qualms."

She nodded. "I did. Right until you informed me that the classes were mixed."

The man sighed. They've had similar conversations like this in the past. "Physical Education classes are mixed in the first place. Plus, we just don't have enough swim instructors to split the classes into two - we've gone over this before."

"We could have waited for more qualified teachers instead, but you insisted to 'follow along, just this once,' so I did."

"Okay, so that's one instance," he admitted. He was quite sure there weren't many more cases.

"Then there's the swimming attire."

"What was wrong with the free swimming uniforms we handed our students?" he asked, despite having a pretty clear idea of what she was going to say.

He was met with a raised eyebrow in response. "The attire for the girls was downright scandalous. Two pieces of clothing that barely covered anything, or a piece of clothing that was nearly see through and clung to your body so tight that you might as well be wearing nothing.

"But you said, 'Trust me, just this once. Everything will be fine.' So I did."

"Hey. That's different from me saying 'why don't you follow along, just one last time'" he protested. "So you don't get the dollar there."

He received an incredulous look in response.

"Mr. Principal sir, I think you're missing the point here," she said sweetly. Her eyes were closed as she spoke, a calm smile on her face - yet there was a deadly undertone of ferocity hidden under her sweet visage and voice.

He sighed. "There have been no cases of sexual harassment and classes were conducted just fine."

"And the pictures and videos taken without consent?"

"Things like that happen all the time, and would have still happened whether or not we implemented these classes."

She was on the verge of arguing further with the principal, but stopped herself. They've had this conversation many times - she's already said all the points she's wanted to say. Besides, she was trying to convince his idiot principle of a different point this time.

And she loathed to admit it, but there really was nothing that came out of the whole swimming class debacle - something that astounded her greatly. These were teens in the peaks of puberty after all.

She sighed and moved on. "The School Uniform Customization Act?"

"Uniforms are boring, but the school board requires everyone to wear them. The act allows students to customize their uniforms to some extent so they can express themselves more."

"And when I brought up the point that some students may customize their uniforms to an inappropriate degree?"

He set his mug down in slight exasperation. "I said, 'just follow along just this once and see what happens. Because I can assure you that nothing bad will happen'. And in the end, nothing did."

"That's another dollar for me."

"But nothing bad happened," the man tried to point out.

"If almost half the female population dressing in short skirts and tops that expose their midriffs and shoulders isn't bad, then…" she trailed off.

The principal shrugged his shoulders in response. "They're just expressing themselves. I don't see what's so bad about that."

She shook her head before moving on. "The new end of year field trip you implemented?"

"Nothing wrong with a two week long school trip to some nice tourist destination to celebrate the end of the school year."

"I'm not saying it's a bad thing-"

"The way you approached it definitely made it sound like a bad thing," he couldn't help but mutter.

"- it's just you gave them too much freedom to act. After a day of sightseeing, the students would come back at around 8 pm, and have around 3 hours until curfew to do basically whatever they wanted which included finding themselves in less than appropriate establishments."

"They're practically adults anyways," the principal defended.

"The Seniors and Juniors I can understand. But the Sophomores and Freshmen?" she asked. It would be a bit hypocritical, considering the things she did as a kid, but adulthood meant becoming a huge hypocrite - teaching through the classic do as I say, not as I do technique.

"And what did you say when I brought up my concerns?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You have a whole list or something?" he couldn't help but ask. "Either that, or you got photographic memory."

"I can assure you that I don't possess any augmented memorization capabilities - if I did, I'd probably be somewhere else using that ability for something better. And no, I don't have a list, though now that you mention it, I could write one out for you right now."

She didn't even wait for the principal to respond as she took out a pen and paper and began writing away.

Finally having enough, the principal relented. "Okay, okay, I get it. You'd be a rich lady if I gave you a dollar each time I try to convince you to do something. Now can we please get back on topic?"

She smiled sweetly back at him; he didn't feel any sweetness from that smile though. "Of course. Glad we can come to an agreement."

The principal leaned back into his chair tiredly. He took another sip of his morning coffee before speaking. "The transfer student will attend this school."

"I just don't see why we're accepting a transfer student when we've never even had the precedent to ever welcome one in the past."

"Like I said, there's a first time for everything."

She picked up a pen and started playing with it in her hand. "And I would usually agree - broadening our horizons by accepting new transfer students would be a great way to bring more outside diversity into the school. It's his personal records that makes me concerned. Or the the lack thereof. After all, the government has basically zero data about him. Just a birthday and race - not even a name."

She shook her head, expression beyond perplexed.

The principal was about to say, "Just trust me this once," before he stopped himself. After the conversation they've just had, he deemed it best to not say anything remotely similar to that phrase for the time being.

Instead, he opted to just tell the truth - something he's been trying to hide from her this whole time.

"I don't have a say in this."

It was an embarrassing thing to admit. A principal that couldn't even influence what students attended his school? That was illogical. Laughable even. In fact, she laughed, though more in disbelief than anything.

"I don't believe you."

He showed her the file. She'd believe him after reading it.

The new student will attend Arknights High, as much as he is hesitant to accept him. The school had standards. It had an entrance exam. It did background checks. It only lets in the top students. Someone like him, someone with so little information on his personal records would never have gotten into this school.

With how little he could dig up about him, it was as if he didn't even exist in this world.

And with how adamant the higher ups were about him attending, it seemed that some higher being - some god maybe, though he wasn't religious - was manipulating the strings to have this person attend.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly as she read the file. Perhaps he should assign her to keep a close watch on this new transfer student?

I woke up - an act I thought I'd never be able to do again. Bringing my hands close to my face, I stared at them in awe.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God."

With lightning speed, I threw the blankets off me and leaped off my bed. My body was fine - in pristine condition even. No complex medical devices were attached to me, keeping me alive.

"It worked. If fucking worked!"

I was giddy with excitement as I pranced around my room. I was like a toddler that was told he'd have an unlimited supply of his favorite candy.

And then, I composed myself.

I've watched plenty of isekai anime. More often than not, the protagonist would end up with overpowered abilities. Sometimes even a harem as well. Best case scenario, I'd end up just like them.

But I also gotta accept the fact that that may not be the case. There are plenty of isekais with mc's that get their ass beat.

But I squashed that thought, banishing it deep into the corners of my mind - it could rest there with my "watch later" list for anime. Right now, it's time to focus on thriving in this new world and hopefully fulfilling a certain fantasy of mine.

I can help you with that, master.

A voice in my head spoke. It was feminine, but that wasn't what caught my attention. No, it was the fact that, as she (?) spoke, words simultaneously appeared in my head. And the font they appeared in was the same as on that fateful night.

"Who are you?" I asked. "You're not my laptop, are you?"

You need not concern yourself with my identity master. Just know that I am here to help you with any of your needs.

The way she said 'any' sent a shiver down my spine.

That reminds me: I was apparently granted special powers. I'd have assumed they'd either be some cheat broken magic, or the just the ability to speak this new world's language. But a companion? Never would have expected that.

"Right," I said slowly. "We'll talk about that later, because I really wanna know if I can communicate with you through some other means. Don't wanna look crazy talking to myself."

Rest assured, master, every one of your thoughts will be broadcasted to me.

"Ayo what!?"

Is there a problem?

"Privacy? It's something I'd like to have, you know."

I see. If you so demand it, then I'll try my best to keep myself from reading your innermost thoughts.

I sighed. This was likely the best compromise we could come to. "That's fine…" I trailed off. I still wasn't sure how to address her.

"What should I call you?" I asked.

Whatever you wish to.

I crossed my arms. "A suggestion would have been nice."

…

I was met with silence - I could practically hear the gears of her system working to find something to say.

"We can start with what you like, then go from there."

Like, if you liked cherry blossoms, I'd call you Sakura or something. Not the most creative, but hey, I wasn't the best at naming.

I like my master.

"Whoa, that was a fast response."

In fact, it was instantaneous.

The point of my entire existence is to serve my wonderful master's every need. I need not concern myself with other mundane topics.

I sweat dropped. "Yeah, this isn't going to work."

My mind went through a couple other ideas. "Do you have a physical form?"

I do.

"Could you show it to me then?"

Perhaps looking at her physical form would give me some inspiration as to what I should name her.

…

I was met with silence, and I could swear I could feel her blushing. "Are you… are you shy by any chance?"

N-No. It's just…

"Come on now, I'm your master. Shouldn't you be obeying me?" I questioned.

R-Right, of course.

I heard a deep breath before I felt my watch - wait, I was wearing a watch? What the hell, I didn't even notice. My newfound watch glowed and disappeared and out came a white haired girl.

"M-Master, this is my physical form," an embarrassed girl said in front of me. Her voice was meek, eyes downturned, face redder than a tomato.

Oh, and she was naked.

If I was an anime character, my nose would have instantly started spurting blood out at an obscene rate. Fortunately, this wasn't an anime, so I won't be suffering any major blood loss for the time being. Instead, my blood opted to travel down to another part of my body.

"I-I - w-why don't you have clothes on?" I managed to stutter out.

I've only seen nude girls before on my computer. Never have I been in the same room as one.

She was sitting down, hugging her legs close to her body, trying to cover herself up as much as possible. Her face was buried in her knees as she responded in a muffled voice.

"I wasn't provided with any."

Ah, so that's why she was hesitant to appear before me. All the confidence she had earlier was gone.

I threw a blanket at her, just not before ingraining the image of her perfect naked body into my head.

Those luscious curves, those slender legs, those tantalizing thighs, those modest breasts and the fact that her skin was perfectly smooth, hairless and unblemished. I've searched the internet far and wide back in my old world, yet none of the females on there could match her beauty.

Her beautiful, long white hair and large silver-ish white eyes made her an innocent sexy type of look, and it will forever stay ingrained inside my head.

'Wait, can't she read my mind? Ah whatever.'

"Right, so first things first is getting you some clothes. Wait no, scratch that, I still need a name for you."

Seeing her glorious physical form did nothing to help apart from getting me turned on.

"You could call me great sage," she said, wrapped in a blanket with only her shoulders and head being visible.

"That would be ripping off an anime I know," I responded in non-confirmation.

"Paimon?"

"You're ripping off a game this time."

She pouted, her adorable face becoming all the more cute. "Hmph. Asking me for what I want to be called, then refusing to call me what I want."

I rolled my eyes in amusement. "Okay then, Paimon."

Her face instantly morphed into one of abject horror. "I take that back, you come up with a name for me, master."

"That's what I thought."

She no doubt got those names from reading my mind. They were 'guides', so to speak, from an anime I watched and a game I played - similar to her I guess.

We sat in silence for a bit as we each racked our brains.

You know, now that I think about it, this is probably the first time I've properly ever talked to a member of the opposite gender in a long time. I expected myself to be a stuttering mess, but something about her just seemed to calm my nerves instead of jittering them. My instincts were telling me that she was comparable to a familiar.

A couple name candidates went through my head.

Cotton - that was what she reminded me of with how sweet and innocent she looked. Her silky white hair also helped with that.

Lust - I found that name ironic considering her looks, but it did match what she made me feel. Besides, I wouldn't be surprised if this innocent looking girl was really a succubus that will feed off my life essence at night.

Blanc - self explanatory.

Or something else entirely. I'm sure I'll come up with something eventually. Right now though, I wanted to be efficient with my time.

"Well, if we can't come up with any ideas, I'm going to go shopping for a bit, first. Who knows, maybe I'll get a name browsing for your clothing."

I stood up in preparation to leave.

"Wait, let me join you!" she said, abruptly standing up. The holy divinity force known gravity acted on the blanket, and pulled it down, treating me to a full, unblocked view of her glorious, magnificent, godly body.

I was treated to a sight of two beautiful, unblocked mounds of fleshy perfection as well as a smooth and toned stomach - both of which I just had to get my hands on.

"Eek!" she yelped out, before hastily picking up the fallen blanket and covering herself with it again.

"You can't go shopping for my clothes without me," she pointed out.

True, but, "I also can't go outside with a girl covered by nothing but a blanket."

"I'll just return to my non-physical form," she said, hugging the blanket closer to her. It seemed she wasn't making the same mistake of letting the blanket drop a second time. "The watch you had earlier, that was me."

It all made sense now. I definitely wasn't the type of person to wear a watch - you have a phone that did everything a watch did and more.

"Alright, turn into my watch, and we can go."

"U-Uhm, actually, there's something you need to do first," she said, fidgeting nervously.

I gave her a confused expression. "Wait, don't tell me I have to sign a contract selling my soul to you."

"No! Nothing like that," she quickly responded. "It's just… you have to headpat me."

"I what now?"

In all her time being in her physical form, I don't think her face has not been beet red.

"Headpat me, master," she said, in a meek and quiet voice.

I closed the distance between the two of us. I was about half a head taller than her so at least there'd be no difficulties giving her headpats. Slowly, I brought my hand up to the top of her head. Her hair gave off a fine feeling of warmness - almost as if it was magical. Looking at her expression, one could only describe it as melting into a puddle of content happiness.

"Ahhh~"

And just like that, she disappeared and a watch appeared on my left wrist.

Thank you, master.

"Think nothing of it."

Headpats have always been a wholesome gesture ingrained within the anime community. To finally be able to do one to such a pleasurable degree was satisfying. I'd definitely be doing that more in the future.

I felt heat emanate from my watch.

Heh, so she's tuning into my thoughts? Now then, what if my mind wandered back to the scene which happened a couple minutes ago?

Ahhhhhhh, masterrr you can't. That's- that's indecent of youuu.

I chuckled good naturedly before moving on.

My room was small with few furniture and no decorations. There was a bed, a desk and a closet. No washroom was in sight which meant I'd have to use public washrooms and showers.

I checked the desk to see a paper and key on it. On the key was the number 23, my room number. I pocketed the key before moving onto reading the paper.

We would like to congratulate you for being accepted to attend Arknight High as a new transfer student.

I couldn't help but snort at the name of the school. Very creative name, must've taken them a long time to come up with.

All the information about your classes, schedules, map of the school, school policies and uniforms are disclosed below. Please take your time to familiarize yourself with them.

"Let's see, my timetable is as follows… Oh hell no."

Biology first thing in the morning. No no no, I will gladly pass, thank you very much. Still, I am really looking forward to going to class with various Arknight's operators - a few waifus in particular come to mind

But what's this about being in my second year of high school? When I got hit by truck-kun, I had already accepted my offer for University.

Master, you should check the mirror.

"Listen here…" I said, before trailing off again. Damn I really needed to find a name for her. "Does it look like there's any mirrors in this desolate room?"

Not in this room, but there's bound to be some outside.

Right, I guess that was true. The washrooms ought to have mirrors in them.

I continued on with reading, opting to skim and even outright skip some portions of the text. The general gist was easy enough to understand.

You're uniform and spares will be in your closet. If you wish to customize it, you may do so by filling out a form and placing an order at the front desk.

I opened my closet door to find an average set of school uniforms inside. Nothing was too remarkable about them.

"I guess I should try these on sometime later."

I bet you'd look amazing in them, master!

"And I'd bet you'd look great in a pair too," I shot back, imagining her wearing a short skirt and top that exposed her smooth stomach. That effectively silenced her. Funnily enough, my watch turned to a shade of red as well.

Looking at the map of the school, I can safely confirm that it was massive. There were two main campuses: the Rhodes Island Campus and the Reunion Campus. A whole lot of shops were within the perimeter and I mentally marked some of the places we'll visit first.

But before that, there was this different piece of paper that caught my attention. It was different from the various pamphlets advertising the school's clubs and various other activities. Something about it was strange - the texture, the font, even the paper itself.

Dear (SI Name),

My eyes widened in shock after reading the first two words. Whoever wrote this likely had a hand in transporting me to another world.

I'll keep this short as you're no doubt itching to go outside and explore your new world.

You bet I am. I'm ready to start my dreams of building a harem.

I felt my watch pout slightly at the thought.

In addition to your female companion, you've also been granted new abilities and a slightly altered look. Please use them to the best of your ability.

I'll be watching.

Best regards, xxxxxxxxxxxxx

New abilities? That sounded interesting. But what firmly caught my attention was the talk of a new look. Now I really had to go find a mirror.

My body felt and looked more or less the same, but when I touched my face, I felt smooth skin. No acne, no facial hair. Thank god for that; I was never taught how to shave. Tasks like these were usually taught by one's father and well…

I slapped my newly blessed face. No dwelling on the past now. I opened my room door and pushed on into the future that awaits me - one filled with Arknights waifus and hopefully a harem.

"Holy shit," I couldn't help but exclaim, looking at myself in the mirror.

I was in the washroom staring intently at my reflection.

Your white hair was formed because of the stress imposed on your body from traveling to another world.

Guess that makes sense - it was a hell of a painful experience.

"We kind of look like siblings; it's just our eye color that doesn't match," I couldn't help but point out. "My eyes are still the same color."

Siblings…

"Hm, what's wrong?"

Do we really have to be siblings?

Is she implying what I think she's implying?

"We don't if you don't want to. It's just I've always wanted a little sister."

Oh! Okay then, I can be your little sister!

"Great. Then you can start by calling me Onii-chan."

I refuse to call master anything but master.

Now that she mentioned it. "Can't you at least call me by name?"

While I definitely didn't mind the whole master talk while we were in private like this, being in a public setting would be a completely different story.

Uhm… I can't.

I didn't like her sad voice.

"What do you mean you can't? You can read my mind, right, so you should easily be able to figure it out."

The information is blocked off.

That was interesting, but I didn't bother thinking about it too much. I never liked my name; it was Chinese in origin and people had a hard time pronouncing it. Guess it's time to come up with a new name for myself - something I had much less trouble doing than for her.

"Call me Hellastic then."

Hellastic, she said, testing the sound out. I like it.

"Thanks. It's a combination of the two words Hella and Fantastic."

It also happened to be my Arknights username and name I used for basically every other game I play.

I still prefer to call you master though, master.

I sighed. There's no helping it. "That's fine. But when we're in public, call me Hellastic, okay?"

Okay~!

Adopting a new name whilst leaving my old one behind made it feel like I was truly leaving my old world behind. Hopefully leaving my old self as well.

AN: Zet4, thanks for being the first review. Sorry to disappoint, but it is indeed death by truck.

Thanks to all those who favorited and followed. I'll probably write a Genshin version of this premise soon enough.