Shomin Sample (俺がお嬢様学校に「庶民サンプル」として拉致られた件)

Ladies, please.

I ask that you all remain calm.

As of this moment,

the specimen you see before you will be

Seikain Girls' School's "Shomin Sample."

Mr. Kimito Kagurazaka.

Do any of you have questions for the Commoner?

Me! Me!

Wake up, Kimito!

Hey! Buy me tea?

Right now?

Why not?

You're about to go to the store anyway, right?

Fine. Do you want your usual?

Yes, please!

You're a total lifesaver!

Yeah, yeah.

Uh... Oh boy. Is this weird?

Yep. This is weird.

Yo!

Boy!

Watch where you're touching me!

Mr. Kagurazaka.

Thank you very much for coming.

I didn't wish to create a big scene,

so I chose this method.

Well, I'd say you failed, then!

Who the heck are you, anyway?

And where the heck am I?

Is this normally the way you greet a stranger?

How very rude.

You are a Commoner through and through.

I will explain the particulars at a later time.

But for now come with me.

You may call me Kujo.

Please forgive me for not introducing myself sooner.

I'm charmed to make your acquaintance.

This is a unique school

that teaches highborn girls to be ladies,

raising them in tradition of classical Japanese culture.

We value secrecy above all else, and go to great lengths

to keep our existence hidden from the world.

Welcome to Seikain Girls' School.

An all girls' school.

Huh, right on.

You'll be receiving your education here now.

Huh?

Formal arrangements have already been made.

Huh?!

We have received express permission

from your parents, as well.

Wait, I don't understand.

You kidnapped me from school.

At least tell me why!

Follow me, please.

We have much to do.

Oh, yeah, sure!

You might say this school exists

to be the academy of modern female aristocracy.

Naturally, boys are strictly prohibited.

Everyone on this campus is a female.

Students, staff and teachers alike.

And there has been no exception to this rule.

However...

In recent years a certain issue has complicated this.

What do you mean by "issue"?

I'm the President.

And a high school kid at heart!

Greetings!

And to you.

Continue, Madam President.

First of all,

it looks like Miss Miyuki was a little rough on you,

and I know that she's very sorry for that.

Right?

Tell him how sorry you are, please.

I do hope you'll forgive me.

Did you just click your tongue at me?

So...

Tell me more about this "issue" you're having.

After the girls graduate from here,

though they may live among the upper echelons of society,

once outside, they cannot avoid contact

with the normal world.

As such, students are generally quite shocked

by the vast differences between school life

and life outside these walls.

Many fall hard.

Some even start playing online games.

Hold on a second.

That's the "issue" you were yakkin' about?

In these difficult times,

the consensus among school leadership

is that we need to inoculate our students

so they are better prepared for life after school.

But it's a fine line.

We must prepare them, yes.

But not at the expense of our long-standing tradition

of refined excellence.

And so...

That brings us to you.

You were selected as this school's "Shomin Sample."

Okay. That's weird.

Incorrect. It's not weird at all.

By inviting in a simple Commoner like yourself,

and by having you live here among your betters,

our students will be more acclimated

to life after graduation.

Yes!

And with a boy, we kill two birds with one stone!

A lack of proper inoculation

against the opposite sex

has also been a problem for our students.

Oh, that's one way of putting it!

But you're going to fix all of that, I'm sure.

Now wait just a minute!

I hear what you're saying,

but I still don't get why you picked me!

Kimito Kagurazaka.

Prefectural High School District 1.

Average student.

Grades, looks, height, brains, and weight.

Average.

Well-known for your caring nature,

you received the nickname Sebastian in middle school.

You are average.

And that's just how we want you.

"Middle of the pack," as you Commoners say.

I was kinda hoping you were gonna say

you picked me 'cause of how awesome I am.

You do have one extraordinary quality.

A rare quality that we did not find

in any of the other dozens of candidates

under our consideration.

My good looks?

Afraid not.

I mean your attraction to males!

Wha--?

Or, more specifically, a muscle fetish,

by which you are only aroused by macho, muscular body types.

That makes you a--

Slow down!

What's wrong?

I don't have a muscle fetish!

Oh, but I'm afraid you do.

You typically have no contact with girls.

According to our research,

you choose to spend all of your time around boys instead.

They're my friends!

If there was any doubt, the clincher was testimony

from your sole female friend, Eri.

Damn that girl.

Anyway, you're dead wrong.

I like the ladies, okay?

This is a problem.

Agreed, this is an extremely serious situation.

What's the matter?

If you are truly not a muscle-loving gay boy,

then in order to keep our secret,

you must live out your days in a remote place

you won't find on any map.

And if you stay here,

so as to preserve the chastity of our students,

we will have to remove your genitals.

I'm sorry, but there's just no other way.

I love... muscles!

That's terrific news!

You have a surprisingly delicate side, don't you?

That's certainly a relief.

From this moment forward,

this is the classroom you'll want to report to every morning.

Remember, these young ladies have had

almost no contact with boys,

so be careful not to overstimulate them, okay?

Okay.

I'll let you two take it from here, Miss Miyuki.

As you wish, Madam President.

My name is Reiko.

I'm the committee chairperson of the first years,

and as such, I am at your service.

Should you need anything at all, please do let us know.

On behalf of all of the first years, welcome.

We're thrilled to have you among us.

We look forward to four productive years of study.

Hi.

I'm Kimito, and uh, and I'm just a regular dude.

Oh... my...

I cannot believe he really said that!

I thought it was just an old wives tale,

but it appears Commoner men really do

refer to themselves as "dudes."

Ladies, please.

What is that?

Do you hear that strange sound?

Ladies. Stay calm, it's under control.

That's mine!

How rude.

But... What is it?

This is called a cellular phone.

Or sometimes a smart phone, depending on the model.