"Please turn to page 57 of your textbook."
The English teacher, Zhenzhen Wang, stood at the podium, her voice steady and deliberate as always, entirely unaware of the danger lurking beneath her feet.
"Hear my command."
Mia Wang's crescent-moon smile emerged from beneath my desk, her eyes glowing with a faint purple remnant light as they locked onto Zhenzhen Wang. In that instant, the air seemed to vanish, replaced by a sickening sense of absolute dominance spreading through the dimness.
"Take off your bra."
The directive sliced through Zhenzhen Wang’s mind like an invisible blade, severing her reason and shame. The refined teacher’s expression went completely blank and vacant, resembling a wooden puppet manipulated by hidden strings.
Before dozens of horrified students—some letting out muffled, sharp gasps—Zhenzhen Wang unbuttoned her long dress. Showing no emotion, she shed her outer layer, revealing her full chest tightly bound in a pink D-cup bra. Then, before the entire class, she skillfully reached behind her back to undo the clasp, drew out the thin piece of lace, and finally, amidst absolute silence, put her dress back on.
"Teacher! What's wrong with you?"
As the exclamation rang out, Mia Wang gave a sweet smile and snapped her fingers, instantly lifting the hypnosis.
Zhenzhen Wang’s blank expression turned clear in less than a second. Looking down at the warm pink bra in her hand, and feeling the cold vacancy against her chest under the strange stares of the entire class, her face flushed so deeply it looked ready to bleed.
"I... I need to use the restroom!"
Leaving those words behind, she fled the room clutching her bra, her frantic retreat cutting a sharp, ironic contrast to her usual authoritative demeanor.
I sat behind my custom office desk, my face a mask of feigned shock.
My "SoulCutter" ability alters cognition by defying the rules of the world, serving as a shield to conceal sin. Mia Wang’s "Hypnotist" ability, however, forces others to act against their will according to her desires—a sword that exposes sin.
If I hadn't been the one to grant her freedom and help her escape that cage called being an "idol," I would probably be nothing more than fish on a chopping board right now, completely at her mercy.
This was the true nature of a superstar. Some singers might not possess the most flawless looks, but the moment they step onto a stage, they can make the audience go wild, weep, and surrender their very souls. Their soul volume alone is enough to exert absolute control over the entire venue.
And right now, possessing an astonishing soul volume of 5,384, Mia Wang had awakened into a true idol adored by thousands.
I glanced sideways at Secretary Yan and Yijia Li. Both boasted impressive SSR-tier stats, yet they showed signs of unease and hesitation before this raging purple soul power. I knew that if Mia Wang wished it, she could make these proud women lose themselves completely before me at any moment.
During this chaotic interval, Mia Wang slid back between my legs, her small hand gently pressing against my thigh, her pink eyes sparkling with the thrill of mischief.
Her rhythmic movements, practiced enough to shame a top adult actress, gradually eroded my resolve, causing my inner core to break down rapidly. Bound beneath her tight uniform, her striking curves seemed to possess a life of their own, silently inviting me to fall and cross the forbidden line of sin.
Teacher Xiaoqing Qiu stood beside me, and I could feel her trembling slightly under Mia Wang's gaze. That look carried no warmth; it felt like a cold blade cutting through the quiet room.
Yijia Li fared even worse. Her proud "True Inspiration" trait normally allowed her to see through all illusions, but within the absolute boundary of the "Hypnotist," that gift turned into a curse—the harder she tried to stay lucid, the more the fracturing beliefs in her mind caused her agony. With just a single thought from Mia Wang, Yijia Li would betray her own will and offer her dignity up on a platter.
"Yijia Li, head back to Class A first. I'll handle things here," I said softly, noticing the near-broken terror in her eyes, giving her an honorable exit.
Taking these words like a grand pardon, Yijia Li turned and fled Class 3-B's suffocating battleground without a single backward glance.
"Teacher, I have a question—"
Mia Wang slowly withdrew her restless hand from beneath the desk. Her youthful voice sounded incredibly jarring in the silent classroom.
"Yes... go ahead, student," Teacher Wang replied, fine sweat breaking out on her brow. Her tone was submissive to the point of flattery, every word spoken as if walking on thin ice, terrified that any slight slip might provoke the temperamental entity before her.
"How many times a week do you masturbate, Teacher? Between you and Teacher Qiu, who does it more?"
The absurd and explicit question felt like a heavy slap across the face to the teachers. Mia Wang tilted her head slightly, a pure yet cruel smile gracing her lips as she added:
"Answer me in English. Just once is fine."
This was exploitation at its most extreme. She was not only invading their privacy but utilizing the language the teacher specialized in to etch this humiliation deep into her soul.
"I... I masturbate three times a week," Teacher Wang’s voice came out dry as sandpaper.
"I... I... five times," Teacher Qiu murmured, hanging her head as she uttered the words that stripped away her dignity under absolute dominance.
Looking at the dazed and broken states of Teacher Qiu and Teacher Wang, I glanced over at Mia Wang. She was immersed in a distorted pleasure, a feverish release of years of pent-up anger and resentment poured out through her succubus powers. To her, this mockery was a way of "settling accounts," a method to reclaim control over her life.
But I was different.
I had no need for revenge, nor did I require a reason. I toyed with them purely because I wanted to, because I possessed the freedom to ignore all rules.
"Wow! Teacher Qiu, didn't you just get married?" Mia Wang cried out with exaggerated shock, her tone thick with open malice and amusement. She turned her mockingly bright eyes, glinting with a succubus glow, toward Teacher Qiu. "Newlyweds and you still masturbate that many times a week? Looks like your husband isn't doing his job, or maybe... he just can't satisfy you at all?"
Teacher Qiu’s face turned from pale to an ashen blue, her final shreds of dignity as an educator and a wife shattering into dust under Mia Wang's careless mockery.
"Since you're so lonely, why don't you let my Master 'develop' you properly?"
Staring into Teacher Qiu’s unfocused eyes, clouded with intense shame, and observing the awkward posture she was forced to maintain, a sense of dark amusement welled up inside me.
This offered a completely different kind of amusement compared to my direct orders.
My dominance was typically immediate and cold, a power that brought instant silence to the world. Mia Wang, however, excelled at making flowers bloom amidst ruins; she loved watching these "authorities" break down while fully conscious, sinking while trying to resist. Witnessing others get broken to the depths of their souls felt like watching a meticulously composed opera of ruin from a front-row seat.
I moved in, roughly parting the lace that contrasted sharply with her innocent image.
"Wow, are you wearing this for your husband tonight?" Mia Wang leaned close, her expression twisting into exaggerated malice.
"Ye... yes..." Teacher Qiu’s eyes welled with tears of despair, her voice shaking uncontrollably. "I... I don't plan on sleeping tonight... I'm... I'm going to keep going until dawn..."
This was the cruelest truth. Mia Wang’s will had not only stripped her of physical autonomy but had dragged her most private intimate plans out into the open light.
I pulled myself away from Zhenzhen Wang's clumsy, stiff mouth, drawing a silver thread of saliva, and aimed straight for Teacher Qiu's hidden, untouched depths. Like a predator locating its prey, I felt the tightening pressure and drove inside with a firm thrust.
The entire classroom became thick with a heavy, degenerate atmosphere. The students below stared blankly, their expressions frozen in disbelief; this scene completely shattered their understanding of reality.
"Is... is this a dream?" a student muttered, the sound of breaking beliefs manifest in a sharp cry that cut through the quiet room.
"Secretary Yan, log this," I commanded coldly, ignoring the moans and tremors of the teacher beneath me. "Teacher Qiu's form is truly a rare find. This tightness doesn't feel like a married woman at all. Could her husband be so insignificant that he left no impression?"
Standing beside us, Peiyu Yan instantly switched back into CEO mode. Pushing up her glasses, her slender fingers flew across her laptop keyboard, producing a sharp rhythm of clicks.
"Xiaoqing Qiu, evaluated at S-tier, soul volume 537," Secretary Yan reported in a flat voice, as if reading an annual financial statement. "Type: Innocent Goddess. Attributes: Exceptionally high popularity among the student demographic; significant physical rarity. Recommendation: Highly suitable for establishing a long-term physical relationship; recommended to be managed within the harem structure."
Her monotonous logging blended with Teacher Qiu's low moans, creating a thoroughly absurd tableau of absolute dominance.
The encounter with Teacher Qiu continued until the bell signaling the end of class rang out.
"This physical trait is truly incredible; it feels like something one could never tire of," I noted, feeling the persistent tightness that even marriage hadn't tamed. I unleashed myself deep within Xiaoqing Qiu multiple times, the thick fluid dripping down the edge of the desk, filling the air with a heavy, intoxicating scent of ruin.
Teacher Qiu slumped over the desk, her eyes hollow, having completely surrendered her final shred of dignity as a mentor.
"The next period is swimming class," Secretary Yan stated coldly, closing her laptop with a sharp snap that broke through the lingering atmosphere. Pushing her glasses up, she acted as though she had just witnessed a dry presentation rather than an intense subjugation.
Mia Wang clung to me completely, like a venomous snake seeking warmth, as if being an inch away from me would bring unbearable torment. Pressing close to my ear, she felt my lingering heat and whispered softly:
"Master, let's go have some fun at the swimming pool."
In the most playful, innocent tone imaginable, she uttered the most terrifying words in the entire academy. I could feel the succubus power within her stirring again, eager to weave a collective nightmare for the entire class amidst the shimmering waters of the pool.
Secretary Yan's Laptop Files (Class 3-B): Secretary Yan's Supplementary Notes:
Regarding JG3B005 (Xiaoqing Qiu): Though her soul volume is not elite, her physical structure is exceptionally rare, providing incredibly high-quality feedback. Following personal testing by the "Boss," her tolerance is high; recommended as a stable, long-term channel for soul volume conversion.
Regarding JG3B004 (Mia Wang): Soul volume has reached the "Idol of Ten Thousand" tier. Her "Hypnotist" authority possesses absolute suppression over other members of the class (including JG3B001-003)