Futabu! : The Futa Club

This wing of the Simple Life University of Technology is always rather empty, but after school hours (like now), it's deathly silent. Your secretive instructions guided you down twisting corridors, past unused classrooms, until finally, you stood outside the only room in the building that shows signs of life. A simple plaque next to the door reads, "Futabu!".

Before you have the chance to knock, the door opens inward. On the other side of the threshold stands a young woman with deep purple hair and a warm smile. "Oh, you must be the new friend! Welcome to the Futa Club!" she says, bowing down. Her uniform shifts subtly around her generous breasts and filled-out waist. She steps to the side to welcome you in and display the rest of the room.

Inside, you see a small group of other students, craning their necks in your direction. One, an athletic-looking tomboy, stretches a hand up in a wave. "Yo! Just give me a second- gah!" kneeling in front of her is a fashionably-dressed, but partially disrobed, young woman, green hair done up in a bow. She licks her lips, pulling back with a faint, wet noise, before meeting your eyes. "Oooo, who's this? A fresh member? Does that mean I'm not the lowest in the pecking order any more~?"

A snap of the fingers echoes from the desk in the corner. A final woman, shorter than the rest, stands up and crosses her arms. "Aihara, Itou, stop your sluttery at once. First impressions are important!" The previous two immediately cease, bowing to her, before adjusting their clothing and turning to face you.

The one at the door takes your hand. "Welcome, newcomer! I'm Oohashi, those two are Itou and Aihara, and of course, our Chairman in the back is Asakura. Can you tell us about yourself? Who are you, and why have you come by today?"