Chapter 1 – The Russian Ice Princess and the Instant Harem Apocalypse

**Volume 1: The Day My Average Life Exploded**  

**Chapter 1 – The Russian Ice Princess and the Instant Harem Apocalypse**

My name is Yuuto Amamiya.
I am the most average human being on planet Earth.

Average height. Average face. Average grades. Average everything.  My daily life was so boring it could be used as a sleeping pill.

Until today.
It was a normal Monday morning. Cherry blossoms were falling, the sun was shining, and I was walking through the gates of Seiran Academy like any other day, minding my own business.

Then I bumped into *her*.
She was standing near the entrance like she owned the entire school. Long silver-white hair tied in a loose, elegant side ponytail. Sharp ice-blue eyes. Perfect posture. The kind of beauty that made people stop breathing for a second.

Her name tag read **Lira Volkov** – exchange student from Russia, Class 2-A.
She looked at me for half a second, then turned away with a tiny “hmph.”
“Извини…” she muttered under her breath in Russian, so quietly I almost missed it.

Then, in perfect Japanese: “Watch where you’re walking, commoner.”
Her cheeks had the faintest pink tint.
I blinked. “Sorry… my bad.”
She didn’t reply. Just adjusted her perfectly ironed uniform and walked ahead, ponytail swaying like she was in a perfume commercial.
I shrugged and headed to class.
Big mistake.

The second I stepped into the hallway, the entire school lost its mind.
Every girl within eyesight froze.
Eyes widened.
Pupils turned into giant sparkling pink hearts.

Blushes exploded like fireworks across the corridor.
Then the screaming started.
“Yuuto-kun…?!”  “Yuuto-kun is so cool today…!”  “I want to marry him and have 100 babies right now!!!”
Girls from every class came running. First-years, second-years, third-years, even some teachers’ assistants. They swarmed me like a tidal wave of skirts and love.

One girl literally dropped to her knees and hugged my leg.  Another climbed onto a windowsill just to get a better view and almost fell.  The student council president (normally super elegant and cold) dropped all her papers and walked toward me in a trance, face bright red.

“Amamiya… your average face is suddenly… so irresistible. Please let me reorganize your entire schedule so we can spend every second together…”
Chaos.

Pure, unfiltered 100-girlfriend-level chaos.
I was being pulled in ten directions at once. Someone was trying to feed me a handmade chocolate. Another was already proposing marriage on one knee. A genki girl from the tennis club was trying to give me a piggyback ride for no reason.

In the middle of the madness, I spotted Lira again.
She was standing at the edge of the crowd, arms crossed, pretending to read a book.
But her ears were bright red.
And she was muttering in Russian again. 

“Чёрт… почему он такой милый… я не могу… это нечестно…”
She kept glancing at me, then looking away super fast, cheeks getting pinker every time.
She was fighting it harder than anyone else. 

The only person who seemed completely normal was our homeroom teacher, Ms. Takahashi. She stood at the front of the class, ruler in hand, completely unfazed.
“Everyone sit down! This is not a love confession arena!”
She glanced at me once, adjusted her glasses, and continued like nothing was happening.

Thank god. At least one woman in this school was immune.
By the end of first period, I had received 42 love letters, 19 confessions, and one girl had already tried to drag me to the rooftop “to make memories.”
Lira walked past my desk at the end of class.

She paused for half a second, leaned in, and whispered so quietly only I could hear:
“Дурак… ты мне нравишься.”
Then she stormed out without looking back, ears burning crimson.
I stood there frozen.

I still didn’t speak Russian.
But I had a very strong feeling I was in serious, serious trouble.
**To Be Continued in Chapter 2 – “The Russian Girl’s First Hidden Confession and the 99 Other Girls Who Don’t Hide Anything”**