You dull foolish fox! Cote X Oc

You dull foolish fox! Cote X Oc

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Last published Wed, May 27, 2026

ayanokoji classroomoftheelite cote ibuki ichinose

In a world full of lies, strategy, manipulation and a totally sexy thicc Class D teacher, can a boy of middling merit rise to the top? I think these thoughts constantly, hoping one day I can find an answer to these questions. Will I find my true purpose? Will I finally feel true emotions? Will Chabashira-sensei let me hit, at least once? Who knows? But in the end, winning is everything and as long as I win in the end, nothing matt- Oi, Kitaro! What the fuck are you doing?!! Kyaa~ Ibuki of the Mio what are you doing here? you scared me~ Stfu, your wasting time! Shiina! help me get this idiot out of here, he's wasting the description space! eek, Shiinaaa~! help me, MiMi intends to inslave me~!!! I don't think Mio intends to do that Kitaro, but Mio is right you've spent some time playing in the story description. Didn't you promise to show me a new book you found? oh, true true! it's this little piece of literature called metamorphosis and it- AAAHHH DON'T SAY ANOTHER WORD YOU MOROOON MIO STAAHHHP OW OW WAIT STAHP KICKING MEEE oh dear. Well, I suppose we shall stop here.

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