River-Vale, the most luxurious paradise island in history. Though not gigantic, it's roughly the size of Dubai. Here gather only those who live lives overflowing with comfort, mingling exclusively with people of their same status. It's said that even a single apartment costs well into six figures, and ocean views are included in every contract. The island is defined by its ultra-modern aesthetic: lush green vegetation everywhere, massive entertainment complexes, and luxury malls. Mansions and luxury cars are parked on literally every corner.
In the central part of the island, sunlight poured through the window of a house built from polished bright wood and black marble. Three stories tall, with a pool, sun loungers, and umbrellas visible far off in the enormous backyard. In the top-floor bedroom, an alarm clock blared at full volume while a lump under the sheets stirred slightly.
"Mmm… five more minutes…"
A soft feminine voice grumbled. An arm lazily reached out from under the sheets and silenced the alarm.
The lump rolled over, revealing long lashes and striking red eyes. When she saw the time, she bolted upright.
"SHIT! I'M GONNA BE LATE AGAIN!"
She leaped out of bed, sheets flying everywhere, finally revealing a girl in cat-print pajamas, slightly messy but well-groomed pink hair, and nails painted to match her eyes. Barefoot, she shot down the hallway at top speed.
"Good morning, Lisa!" called a girl with long green hair tied back from the kitchen. She had emerald eyes and an apron that perfectly highlighted her feminine figure. She was holding a frying pan, cooking a veggie omelet with a delighted expression. Next to her sat a glass of orange juice and a bowl of mixed nuts.
"MORNING CHLOE!" Lisa shouted back in a frantic rush, dropping into a chair next to another girl who sat with her legs elegantly crossed. This one had violet hair cascading down her entire back. She sipped black coffee while calmly scrolling her phone, dressed in a sharp black suit and matching high heels.
"Morning, Amy," Lisa said, grabbing the already-poured juice, stealing half an omelet from Amy's plate, standing up, shoving most of it into her mouth, and trying to talk at the same time.
"Thmmksforthefoodbye!"
She bolted out the door with a thunderous slam.
Amy just blinked at the empty doorway. "Why's she so hyper today?"
She didn't even look up—she was clearly used to it. Chloe, however, stared worriedly at the now-empty kitchen. "Is she okay? She looked like a squirrel on five espressos."
Amy kept texting, smirked, and announced, "Regional Tennis Finals for the local team—that's your answer."
Chloe couldn't help but laugh. "Hahaha, so she's just late to the match… again."
Suddenly, a notification pinged on Amy's phone. She frowned—it wasn't from work; it was from the landlord. Worried, she opened it, read for a moment, then jumped backward, startling Chloe.
"What's wrong, Amy?"
Amy stared at Chloe for a few seconds and said shakily, "We're getting a new housemate today… arriving from the United States."
Chloe's eyes sparkled with excitement. "THAT'S GREAT! WE'LL HAVE ANOTHER GUEST! I wonder what she'll be like!"
Amy, however, looked stunned. "That's exactly the problem… the new housemate isn't a 'she.'"
Chloe froze solid, dropping the frying pan with a loud clang. The light in her eyes died instantly, and she began trembling. "Y-you're t-telling me it's a… a…"
"Yes," Amy answered.
"A MAN!" Chloe screamed with every ounce of strength, making the whole house shake.
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the island, the city's tennis arena was hosting the women's regional championship final. The winner would go straight to Nationals. The parking lot was packed with every kind of supercar, the crowd was enormous, and tension crackled in the air. The giant screen glowed:
L. ROSEVELT vs H. MIYARA – WOMEN'S REGIONAL TENNIS FINAL
Lisa stood at the baseline, pink hair in a high ponytail, cap on, her uniform turning the adorable cat-pajama girl into a woman with killer curves. Nothing else existed—her red eyes were locked on the ball.
Her opponent tossed the ball up and fired a center-line serve, but Lisa, the prodigy she was, read it perfectly. She exploded forward and smashed a forehand winner, the ball rocketing back at meteoric speed. Miyara lunged desperately but couldn't touch the monster shot.
The umpire blew the whistle. Match over. Miss Lisa Rosevelt had won the final.
The entire stadium erupted in thunderous cheers at the absolute domination. Lisa didn't even look tired—like she'd barely warmed up. She simply waved to her opponent, walked to her bench for water, and was immediately tackled by a massive group hug from her team.
"""
Two hours after the epic final, Lisa was walking home still in her white tennis dress, turning heads everywhere. She was used to it—her figure demanded attention. But something felt wrong. She'd noticed it minutes ago: footsteps perfectly matching her pace. Every time she turned around, no one was there.
A little scared, Lisa decided to head into the island's busiest shopping street—no one would dare touch her with so many people around. She sped up and slipped into a luxury candy store. For a while she pretended to browse sweets while actually watching her reflection in the window. Nothing happened. Convinced it was just her imagination, she bought a bunch of candies for her housemates and walked toward the exit.
Just as she was about to step outside, a strong hand gripped her left shoulder.
Her heart nearly exploded with terror. She couldn't help but scream, "KYAAAA!!"
""""
A few hours earlier, at dawn, a taxi approached the entrance to River-Vale—an odd sight, since normally only supercars passed these gates. The guard blew his whistle and stopped the taxi instantly. It screeched to a halt, and a man stepped out wearing a brand-new black suit you could still smell the store tags on, gleaming top-tier loafers, a suitcase in hand, and dark sunglasses. That man was Kyle.
The guard was floored by the contrast—how could a high-society man arrive at River-Vale… in a taxi?
"Good morning, sir. Identification, please?"
Kyle Daniels removed his sunglasses, flashed a smile, and pulled a black card with gold lettering from his pocket. "Good day. Kyle Daniels, reservation under Villa Palma." He glanced at his insanely expensive watch as if every second were pure gold.
The guard scanned the QR code. Everything checked out—Kyle Daniels was indeed registered as a guest in one of the island's most elite villas, home only to absolute prodigies. The guard figured some emergency had forced the gentleman into a taxi and respectfully opened the gates.
"Welcome to River-Vale, Mr. Daniels."
"Thank you very much," Kyle replied, sliding his sunglasses back on and hopping back into the taxi with effortless swagger—he'd only stepped out to flex his new rich-boy suit.
A holographic system pinged with floating text. Kyle read it instantly.
[Ding!]
[User has successfully entered River-Vale]
[New mission unlocked: Reach your room in the new Villa facilities.]
[Reward: +$500,000]
[Unlock a new Special Skill]
"Wow… this has to be one of the easiest missions I've ever gotten," Kyle murmured, grinning.
After a long ride, the taxi stopped right at the Villa's entrance. Kyle got out, brushed himself off, and paid the driver.
The screen pinged again.
[-$15 deducted from balance]
[Current balance: $94,985]
[Previous expenses]
[Outfit: -$5,000]
Kyle climbed the steps and rang the doorbell.
From deep inside came murmurs and frantic footsteps growing louder. When they stopped, the door flew open.
Chloe was the one who answered. The second she saw Kyle, she stepped back and screamed, "Y-YOU'VE GOT THE WRONG HOUSE! YOU CAN'T BE HERE!!"
The scream echoed through the entire house. Amy materialized behind her like a ghost, arms crossed. "Sorry, sir, but only women live here."
Kyle just blinked, unable to process. "Ladies, the new room is under my name. I can't just leave. Also, I had no idea there'd be other tenants."
"We don't care what you think!" they both shouted in perfect sync.
Kyle opened his mouth again, but was cut off by the door slamming in his face.
He stood there with his suitcase, staring at the closed door.
"Great… guess this mission isn't as easy as I thought."
The floating screen reappeared.
[The housemates do not seem pleased with your stay]
[Suggestion: Enjoy River-Vale]
Kyle read the message, sighed, ran a hand through his messy hair, and decided that since they'd kicked him out like a stray dog, he might as well enjoy the rest of the island. He left the suitcase by the entrance (no way he was dragging it around like a lost tourist) and walked down the three wooden steps onto the stone path.
He explored every hotspot: the beach where bikini-clad girls checked him out (one even smiled), high-end pastry shops, cutting-edge gaming centers, top-tier clothing boutiques—he was having the time of his life, living like just another millionaire.
Kyle stopped at a café and ordered an espresso cut. From his seat he spotted a pink-haired girl rushing into the candy store across the street. In her hurry, her phone slipped out and fell right by the door.
Not wanting the poor girl to lose it, Kyle downed the last sip of his coffee, stood up, crossed the street, picked up the phone, and headed toward her.
She was busy picking out candies. Not wanting to interrupt, Kyle waited until she finished and was about to leave. As she stepped toward the exit, he reached out and gently grabbed her shoulder to return the phone.
What he didn't know was that what happened next… would go down in history.
"KYAAAA!!"