Reborn in Classroom Of The Elite With A Lust System

As I opened my eyes for the first time in this new world, confusion swept over me. My surroundings were… strange, to say the least. Was it a cave? No, the intricate carvings and fractured statues suggested a temple of some sort. But this wasn't right.

I was supposed to be reincarnated into the Classroom of the Elite universe—a high school. Yet here I was, standing in a place that looked ripped straight out of a high-fantasy game. Did something go wrong during the reincarnation process?

Impossible.

For someone cursed with eternal reincarnation, the process was supposed to be foolproof. Each life I lived had been an unbroken chain of universes, some thrilling, others mundane, but always intentional. This? This was chaos.

Pushing aside my unease, I decided to explore. The temple—or whatever this place was—seemed abandoned. Dust clung to shattered pillars, and fractured statues stared at me with lifeless, hollow eyes. The air felt heavy, oppressive.

And then I found them.

A massive pile of corpses lay sprawled across the cold, stone floor.

Kneeling, I examined the nearest body. My fingers brushed the armor-clad chest, still warm to the touch.

"Still fresh," I muttered, frowning.

These people hadn't been dead for long—minutes, at most. But how had they died? Each corpse was armored and armed to the teeth with swords and shields. These weren't helpless victims; they were warriors. Yet something—or someone—had reduced them to lifeless husks in no time at all.

The silence was broken by a sudden, ominous voice.

[BOSS BATTLE INITIALIZING...]

"What the hell?" I muttered, whipping around.

The ground beneath me trembled violently. Dust and debris rained down from above as the shaking intensified. Before I could process the situation, a thunderous crash echoed through the chamber.

A wall ahead of me exploded inwards, shards of stone scattering like shrapnel. From the rubble emerged a monstrous figure.

A towering red-skinned ogre stepped into view, its colossal hammer dragging behind it with an ear-splitting scrape. Its sheer size dominated the space, every movement sending shockwaves through the ground.

"The Red Demon Guardian," I murmured, recognition flickering in my mind. "An A-rank monster."

It all made sense now. This thing had been the one to wipe out over a thousand armed warriors with ease.

"Hey!" I shouted, addressing the behemoth. "You the boss of this temple?"

It tilted its head at me, its glowing yellow eyes narrowing. For a moment, I thought I'd get an answer. Instead, it released a guttural roar that shook the entire temple.

"Guess not," I sighed. "Alright, let's make this quick."

[PASSIVE SKILL: GIANT KILLER ACTIVATED]

{This skill increases the player's strength and speed by 20% but reduces vitality and perception by 10%.}

I instinctively reached for my inventory to summon a weapon, but the system denied me.

[INVENTORY CANNOT BE ACCESSED DURING THIS FIGHT. ONLY PASSIVE SKILLS AND ABILITIES ARE AVAILABLE.]

"Of course," I muttered. "Why make things easy?"

Before I could dwell on the unfairness, the ogre vanished.

"What the—"

A deafening whoosh behind me was all the warning I got. I spun just in time to dodge a hammer swing that obliterated the ground where I'd stood moments before.

"For something that big, it's surprisingly fast," I muttered, eyes narrowing.

I darted forward, delivering a swift punch to its jaw. The impact forced it to stagger back, but it recovered quickly, swinging its hammer in retaliation. The battle became a deadly dance—each of us testing the other's limits.

Minutes passed, and I began to feel... weaker. My movements slowed unnaturally, my energy draining far too quickly.

[RED DEMON GUARDIAN ABILITY: 'DRAIN' ACTIVATED.]

{This ability saps the energy and stamina of any enemy struck by the Guardian.}

"Well, that explains the smug grin," I muttered, retreating.

I scanned the room, my eyes landing on the pile of corpses. Among the fallen weapons lay a sword—slender and sharp.

"This ends now," I growled, grabbing the blade.

I'd analyzed its movements during our exchanges. The key to defeating it lay in its neck—the sternocleidomastoid muscle. A direct strike there would destabilize it long enough for a killing blow.

[PASSIVE SKILL: DASH ACTIVATED.]

{This skill boosts the player's speed by up to 200%, depending on vitality and energy. Current speed: +200%.}

In the blink of an eye, I closed the 300-meter gap between us. The ogre barely registered my movement before I drove the sword into its neck. I followed up with a relentless flurry of strikes, each one fueled by precision and fury.

Finally, the system confirmed my victory.

[BOSS BATTLE COMPLETED.]

[CONGRATULATIONS, PLAYER, ON COMPLETING THE BOSS BATTLE.]

"Enough with the system prompts," I said, glaring at the floating notifications. "Give me answers."

A new screen materialized, outlining the situation.

It seemed I was still in the Classroom of the Elite universe. However, a universal merger had rewritten the rules. Sorcerers now explored dungeons, and guilds dominated society. The boss battle had been an introduction to the new mechanics of this twisted reality.

"Fine," I muttered. "Start the damn story."

A blinding light engulfed me, and when it faded, I found myself seated on a school bus.

[OBJECTIVES FOR THIS UNIVERSE:]

Make Class D into Class A.

Collect 400,000 EXP to leave this universe.

Make the House of Fire the best house in the school.

Satisfy all your women and keep them happy.

Marry at least one of them.

Become the strongest sorcerer in the world.

Have a child (can have more than one).

I sighed, staring out the window as the bus rolled onward. "Keeping people happy? What a joke."

For someone like me, who viewed people as tools at best, the task felt laughable. But I'd play along—for now.

As the bus stopped, I stepped off, the grand school building looming before me. After wandering for a bit, I found my classroom.

It was already bustling with students. Whispers and giggles followed me as I walked to my seat. The protagonist seat, naturally—second to last row, next to the window.

Beside me sat a black-haired girl. Her beauty was undeniable, but her eyes were filled with disdain as she glanced at me.

Ayanokoji sat in front of me, as stoic as ever.

This was going to be interesting.