Sakura Police Academy Host Club

[Third-person narration. Blurb archived on September 17, 2025]

My name is Yokohara Sho. After I died, I became bound to a host club, and the System ordered me to run it as its manager and make it number one in Namba, Tokyo. If I succeeded, I could come back to life.

Hah, all I have to do is force people, uh, I mean, persuade them to become hosts?

It's not like I'm the one becoming a host. So easy!

So I opened the shop and used my starting points to draw my first employee: the dark-skinned hottie A Rei.

A Rei had never done this before and couldn't loosen up. After repeated attempts to coach him failed, I had no choice but to spend big in the shop on a series of buffs like [Possessed by Daji], [Marilyn Monroe's Charisma], [Bedroom Eyes], and [Multiple Rounds in One Night]. At least he started to look a little like a host, so customers wouldn't run away within a minute of walking in.

Getting started is always the hardest part. Once A Rei began working smoothly, my account balance started filling up fast. With money to spare, I kept drawing employees, and soon the club was full of all kinds of distinct personalities:

Everyone's favorite A Qiu;

Bad-boy punk A Song;

Innocent kitty A Guang;

Intellectual mature man A Ming...

The amazing thing was how well they got along, like brothers, with none of the exhausting competition between men you see at other clubs. It made my life so much easier.

At the rate my account was bringing in money every day, I thought it wouldn't be long before my club claimed the title of number one in Namba, Tokyo, and I could come back to life and go home.

Until one day, a new host club called DARK BALL opened across the street.

I heard their top host had silver hair and green eyes, with a wild, exotic charm. He immediately lured away most of our regulars.

And that's not all. Even our top host, the dark-skinned hottie A Rei, and our innocent kitty A Guang couldn't resist the temptation. They suddenly jumped ship, causing our sales to plummet.

Worst of all, a wild host with black hair and green eyes was always lurking outside the club. He kept intercepting customers who were about to come in, making my already meager account balance even worse.

So when two prerequisite tasks suddenly appeared before my ultimate task, [If You're Going to Do It, Be Number One], I accepted them without a second thought.

[Defeat the DARK BALL Group]

[Drive the Free Boy Invader (FBI for short) away from our territory]

Something about it seemed a little off, but never mind that for now...

Tremble, DARK BALL!

Brace yourself, FBI!

This time, I'll stake my pride on taking back everything that belongs to me!

Theme: If you're going to do it, be number one