The Choice of Destiny (start of Kyoka's route)

The metallic ring of the last bell still trembled in the air as Chris swung his backpack over one shoulder, pausing in the classroom doorway to survey his classmates gathering belongings. His gaze caressed each girl he'd been appraising all day, weighing who to invite on what he mentally dubbed "The Incredible Adventure of Transformation and Debauchery" - Chris muffled a snort at his own phrasing before turning from Class 1-A's threshold.

"Who to choose, who to choose..." Chris mused, descending the staircase while reviewing today's observations.

"Mina's funny. And cute", he conceded, the memory of her exotic eyes and improbably full chest for a teenager quickening his pulse. "But she's a livewire - the type to incinerate guys like me before breakfast. And Kirishima...", he nibbled his lower lip, acknowledging it'd be poetic justice to leave this "pink grenade" (soon to be "pink bimbo", Chris predicted) for the "red rock." With decisive nod, he mentally crossed Mina Ashido off his "Girls for the Pink Evening" roster.

Next contestant: frog-girl Asui Tsuyu. "That tongue alone warrants consideration..." Heat crept up his neck as he recalled lewd fanart from his previous existence, before shaking his head sharply. "But those deadpan expressions? Like courting a marble statue. If only her sincerity extended beyond words to facial cues..." A sigh escaped him - partly from disappointment that his "Junior Miller" wouldn't be entwined with Tsuyu's legendary tongue, partly from crossing another name off his list.

Near the gates of the academy, his attention was drawn to Ochako's squeal when Midoriya tripped over his own feet, helping her with some boxes.

"Hmm... This wasn't in canon either, but… it's cute" - Chris grinned, watching her cheeks bloom peony pink. "Besides..." He adjusted his collar, his skin tingling at the thought of her wide-eyed innocence. "Seducing her would be like corrupting a preschool teacher. Too vanilla by half."

The breeze carried Momo's perfume as she strode past to her chauffeur - jasmine undercut by something fiercer. "Ambition Essence", he christened the scent. His gaze dropped involuntarily to her hip-sway, those physics-defying curves stretching fabric and biological plausibility. "A YA novel's wet dream who hit the genetic jackpot", he admitted, nails biting palms. But conversing about romance? "She'd probably think kissing causes pregnancy", he grimaced, turning away.

His footsteps lagged at the station entrance when snickering erupted behind him - some plain-looking girl and short guy whose arid laughter resurrected memories of today's locker room incident.

The first lesson with the dungeon hero Eraserhead went as expected, with the caterpillar man declaring himself homeroom teacher before herding them into Beta's training grounds. But in the locker room... Ah, the locker room. There, Minoru Mineta - whose lust Chris understood better than anyone, having been in both the normal gray world and this real anime paradise - had discovered a hole in the girls' locker room. While Chris understood the grape boy's "beauty values", he was halfway through delivering a behavior-correcting blow when Jiro shoved her plugs into the hole, driving them into his lust-filled eyes. Perhaps she had overdone it, _spinning _and vibrating them while they were still in the little pervert's eyes - probably hurt that he had missed out on her modest charms.

"Kyoka Jiro…", Chris muttered, pausing on the doorknob. "Visually striking… that bold audacity…", He remembered her asking him brazenly and smirking why Bakugou was so nervous: "Were you dropped on your head a few times as a child, or were you born this way?". A slow smile spread. "That audacity could be playful teasing… And her petite frame?", His tongue slid over her dry lips. "A pink sky would mold those hips into a heart-shaped masterpiece. Those lips would swell for hungrier smiles and blow jobs. Sharpen that look until it starts to 'rip off clothes'..." He caught his breath as he imagined her metamorphosis - a punk goth femme fatale, exuding predatory charm, confidence and sexuality, radiating like bass waves that make men grovel.

____"Home already?" Chris blinked as he entered the small house's foyer. Looking at his reflection in the hallway mirror, he saw that her teeth were bared in a conqueror's expectant grin, her eyes sparkling with symphonic debauchery. The sun was shining outside, heralding Japan's "Age of Lust". Chris vowed to himself that this rock 'n' roll princess would be his magnum opus, a cocktail of mischief and sexuality stirred by unbridled desire.

"And remember! The Empire cares about you!"