Sunlight streams in through the narrow basement window as your alarm buzzes next to your head. Yesterday was a long day of moving boxes down the cramped staircase. It feels like you could sleep for a week after all that lifting, which wouldn't be too terrible, considering your "late start" won't really begin for another two weeks. Ugh, just thinking about it...

Your acceptance to Simple Live University of Technology was a thrill, as were the following papers getting things in order. When move-in day was supposed to begin, you got worried. It turns out that your paperwork was mixed up with another student, and the process had to be rush-ordered for you to even get fit in to this semester! As an apology, the dean paid off your room and board fees for the entire year, but that brought up a new problem... there was only one room left for you, and it's a bit unconventional.

"The Bunk as it's called, is a tall and narrow four-story building only a couple blocks away from campus. It's taken care of by Denice Miller, the live-in landlady, who rents out rooms to students of the university... but historically, only to the short list of futanari students. Since you're so late, every other spot was taken, which means turning it down would effectively make you homeless, or mean you would have to wait for next year.

And somehow, you made it even worse.

After a long day of meeting your "roommates", carrying boxes, and packing and unpacking, you resigned to a steamy shower on the first floor. When you saw the filthy, beat-up, stretched-out, worn-down onahole in the shower, your gut reaction was to toss it out; who would even miss it?

One towel, trash bag, and quiet night's sleep later, you think you might have a guess. Your ears tune in to the loud bickering in the kitchen above you.