With a full day of campus operations behind us, the residual shadow of the setting sun vanished behind the school buildings.
After securing compliance from their respective households, Yan Peiyu and Li Yijia formally relocated into the Chih-Kuo Girls' High student dormitory. To standard students, this maneuver was a means to eliminate transit times for exam grinding; but to my two core executives, this was a strategic relocation executed to fulfill the "twenty-four-hour synchronization" directive.
Night descended upon the dormitory quarters, illumination remaining fully online.
I occupied a specialized suite prepared exclusively for me by Secretary Yan. An expansive King Size bed anchored the center of the unit, its elegant, pale yellow decor engineering a comfortable illusion of domestic warmth. To one side stood a heavy study desk, its lower framework expertly modified to integrate a "service platform" designed to accommodate two people kneeling and working simultaneously. My accompanying instructor also had a dedicated side table allocated to her, utilizing the space to audit daytime examinations and compile the next day's lesson protocols.
Secretary Yan and Li Yijia occupied the adjacent unit. Their quarters were outfitted with a dedicated hotline linked exclusively to my suite—the moment that bell rang, whether they were mid-cleansing or asleep, they were mandated to breach my doors within the tightest possible window, ready on-call indefinitely.
Ring—Ring—Ring—
Before the hotline could complete its second cycle, the door was breached. Though clad in loose lounge attire, Yan and Li materialized before me with thunderous speed.
"Boss." "Milord," they responded in unison, their respiration slightly accelerated.
"Let us deploy to the public bathhouse," I commanded.
The Chih-Kuo bathhouse had originally been engineered with independent cubicles to secure user privacy. However, the moment I crossed the threshold, the layout had undergone a total structural overhaul—the partitioning boards that once obstructed the field of vision had been completely removed, replaced by a vast, open, steam-heavy facility. Hundreds of youth-phase students stood entirely exposed, competing for water flow under the limited shower heads, the smacking of skin and rushing water weaving a decadent auditory tapestry.
"Secretary Yan, excellent execution. I did not anticipate your infrastructure adjustments to yield such rapid results." I nodded with satisfaction, auditing the open layout engineered entirely by her hand.
"You flatter me, Boss," Yan Peiyu replied, bowing her head. I lightly patted her hair as a performance bonus; her Appraiser's Eyes looked blurred yet utterly compliant amidst the heavy mist.
At this juncture, all personnel stood completely bare, meeting with total transparency. I noted Li Yijia’s expression suddenly turning rigid, her gaze locking rigidly onto the space ahead.
"Wang... Wang Shuhan?"
Following Li Yijia’s line of sight, my eyes fell upon an entirely unclad beauty, her entire form radiating a calculating, fox-like allure. With her smooth, pristine canvas completely unshielded, Li Yijia abandoned all restraint and surged forward, locking the other girl into a fierce embrace.
"Li Yijia, is this your lover?"
"Milord, yes..." Li Yijia answered, her voice trembling yet refusing to loosen her grip.
Witnessing the entanglement of these two exquisite figures, the thread of logic in my brain snapped clean. The scenario of my fantasies was now fully operational right before my eyes. I drove one finger into Li Yijia's narrow channel while crudely forcing another into Wang Shuhan's slick depths, both hands initiating a rapid, vibrating sequence.
Instantly, my eyes filled with ruptured veins. I pried apart Wang Shuhan's fluid-flooded portal and rammed my shaft inside with maximum force. Berserk mode initialized, a torrential offensive completely transforming this bathhouse into a centralized hub of debauchery.
Li Yijia’s hands greedily kneaded Wang Shuhan’s large E-cup globes, her other hand frantically seeking ingress. I turned my attention to Li Yijia’s mirror-smooth plain, raw instinct swallowing the final remnants of sanity. The white plasma erupted countless times amidst the churning steam, ultimately culminating in a total internal discharge directly into the mouth of this lovely, smooth beauty.
"Secretary Yan, read out Wang Shuhan's metrics."
I stared at the near-flawless physique before me, urgent to parse the hidden value of this asset.
"Boss, Wang Shuhan: top-tier high-achiever of Class 3-A, swept multiple major science competition awards, and operates as Li Yijia’s most synchronized tactical partner," Yan Peiyu reported, her voice maintaining its professional chill and unquestionable precision. "Rating: SR. Soul Mass: 738. While she currently lacks the baseline parameters to transition into SSR-grade, her utility resides in her high intellect and rapid comprehension. If you wish to execute a 'three-party sequence,' she constitutes the most qualified catalyst currently online."
Following Secretary Yan's brief, I looked back at Li Yijia. Li Yijia's eyes were filled with absolute indulgence, while Wang Shuhan nested like a compliant kitten, immersed in the mature, intellectual envelope of her partner. These two vixen figures remained tightly intertwined amidst the damp fog of the bathhouse, completely hidden in plain sight from the oblivious gazes of the surrounding students. Even my calculated, intrusive probes could only claim minor advantages against their airtight defensive line.
To an outside observer, this was merely intimate back-scrubbing between close companions; to my eyes, it was a vivid, breathing battlefield.
"Secretary Yan."
"Present, Boss."
"Cleanse my body thoroughly, from top to bottom."
"Understood." Yan Peiyu moved on command, her hands swiftly distributing lather across my frame. Her fingertips behaved as though maintaining a rare, priceless artifact, meticulously servicing every inch of skin and every contour.
"Boss..." She abruptly ceased her movements, turning her back to me as she slowly bent forward. Her hands reached back to pull open her narrow channel, her voice carrying a trace of unmanageable raspiness: "I require you... to cleanse my 'interior'."
That pink, gemstone-like portal opened and closed subtly with her respiration, projecting a silent invitation. Dropping all hesitation, I lined up against that SSR-grade sanctuary, letting my soap-slicked shaft invade with a frantic frequency, purging every last trace of grime from the blind spots.
Yan Peiyu propped her hands against the floor, enduring my savage rearend impacts. I reached out and corralled the equally bare Teacher Guo from the periphery, who gently permitted my wandering hands to extract what they willed. The moment Secretary Yan was thoroughly impaled to the point of absolute exhaustion, I pivoted and drove deep into Teacher Guo Ruonan's warm channel, pouring the entirety of my searing white payload directly into the innermost abyss of that dignified instructor.
As the storm subsided, our contingent changed back into loose lounge attire, retreating to our respective quarters to conserve vital capacity for the upcoming operational schedule.
The moment Secretary Yan returned to her seat, her personal aura instantly snapped back into a precise, efficient "CEO mode." Her slender fingers slid rapidly across her laptop keyboard, logging the next day's on-duty roster and accompanying faculty.
Watching her focused profile, the most untouchable designation within this campus suddenly surfaced in my mind—Wang Miya (Mia).
An idol-drama goddess revered on screen as a god-tier beauty, she possessed a near-flawless oval face and the natural aura of a megastar. Just months ago at the Entertainment Grand Awards, she had secured the third-place crown for "Asia's Most Beautiful Actress." As a household celebrity, campus life to her was merely an occasional waypoint, a mid-station utilized to catch her breath during scheduling gaps.
"Secretary Yan," I murmured.
"Present, Boss."
"Is Wang Miya scheduled to appear at the school tomorrow?"
"Reporting, Boss. According to the ledger, she has a full-day shooting schedule tomorrow and has already submitted a formal leave request."
"Contact her talent agency. Order her to report for school attendance tomorrow on time," I commanded with unyielding authority, a completely unreadable smirk creeping onto my face. "I want Wang Miya assigned as tomorrow's on-duty student."
Secretary Yan paused her data entry, quietly awaiting the next parameter change.
"Furthermore, prepare a swimsuit specification tailored precisely to her form." A dark spark of excitement flashed in my eyes. "Invert tomorrow's mathematics period with the day-after-tomorrow's physical education block. Tomorrow afternoon... we are conducting swimming class."
I remained sleepless through the night.