The school I chose just because of its name turned out to be an industrial high school with almost no girls. The overwhelmingly male classroom is always littered with porn mags. One day, giving in to impulse, I pressed my crotch against the edge of a desk—only to get photographed by the guys. As the school festival approaches, they use those photos as leverage, escalating into outrageous acts: so-called "negotiation" rape, after-school rehearsals, private room "services," the school festival strip show, and even a live sex performance on a cutting board—each scenario unfolding one after another.