Prologue

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I was standing in front of Kunigigouka Junior High's chairman, my father waiting for him to speak. Nerves ran down my spine as I feared that I had something wrong and when he gestured me to com forward, I became even more scared.

The chairman isn't only my school principal, he is also my father and because of that, I have more to fear than just my grades slipping. I have his wrath to bear as well.

My twin, Gakushū Asano is the opposite of me. He stands up to dad, he's unafraid of him. Though I fear it's because Gakushū is the same as my father and one day, may even become him. There is one difference between them though, my brother does not make me feel like I'm worthless. I'm his sweet, beautiful, younger twin sister. That is why I'll always be there to keep Gakushū from becoming our father. I'll make sure of it because I love him.

Gakushū cares for me, he's always looking out for me, and stands up to dad when things have gone to far. I see when dad puts his hands on Gakushū. It creates this urge in me, a force scarier than my father. It threatens to take over so times when Gakuhō hits his own son with no mercy. What kind of father does that? Our father.

Dad doesn't dare hit me though, and no it's not because I'm a girl. It because I'm his prized possession or as he likes to call me his "angel/princess/pumpkin/etc." Whatever he says, they all mean the same thing and it infuriates me.

Gakushū is a boy, he can have any one he wants, he can climb to the tippy top of the economy world and become a powerful person. While I on the other hand am a girl. My only roll in society is too social climb. Honestly, sometimes I feel like my dad would marry me off to Gakushū if it wasn't, you know....weird! I sent most likely wouldn't matter to him, he'd probably enjoy it even, creating "the perfect baby." I get sick to my stomach just thinking about it. However, thankfully dad cares more about images than perfect. So I'll probably be married off to some rich pop star or something. I'm not even being obnoxious, that's literally something he's thought about because he's friends with a manager of a music company or something. They said it might be a good match. At least that's what I heard, I walked to my room and went to sleep right after I heard him speaking privately.

Gakushū is admittedly a handsome boy, however he isn't the only one. He might have inherited our dads good looks and big brains, but I got moms beautiful features, delicate and soft voice, and most importantly her will to manipulate.

For a girl or a woman, it seems like we're the ones who live our lives being controlled by our husbands and fathers, when in all reality, behind the masks and in the shadows, were the ones with the power. We control what goes on, how? One may ask, but it's fairly simple, We. Make. Men. Vulnerable. That's all there is too it..... and it's their worst fear. To be fair though, it should be feared, with how deadly a weapon it can be.

Finally my dad speaks.

"Y/n, don you know what your doing here?" I gulped, I'm still a nervous kitty around him though. Gakuhō is the only one who has control over me. One day though, I hope to change that.

"No sir, I do not." I respond with a confused, innocent expression.

My father smiled lightly, he looked lifeless. "I'm transferring you to class 3E."

My face dropped, why was he doing this!? I'm sure my grades were no where near B classes, let alone E class. So what was the reason!? Gakuhō seemed to read my mind as he answered my exact questions.

"I'm sending you on a mission."

Oh, a mission. Now this made more sense. My usual missions were simple, but easy ones so I assumed this one would be as well.

"Need me to dig up dirt on someone? They must have a completely clean shirt if you need my help." I said smirking.

"No, no." My father laughed off. Why was he laughing? What else could I do? Wait, did he want me to seduce someone, I've never acted out a roll like that, because Ive never had too and I'm definitely not ready for something like that!

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