The air inside the indoor pool was thick with the heavy scent of chlorine, mingling with the stifling heat filtered through the glass ceiling. It left one’s throat feeling parched.
"One, two, three, four... Two, two, three, four..."
Ms. Su Qingyue’s gentle voice echoed across the expansive pool deck. She was leading the entire class through warmup exercises on the tiled floor. What should have been an ordinary classroom scene had turned into a dizzying visual feast, all because of the "custom" swimsuits each girl wore.
The fabric of those swimsuits was impossibly thin—mere patches of translucent gauze clinging to their skin. Devoid of any padding, the beauties of Class 3-B, who usually kept their charms hidden, now exposed the tantalizing flush of their nipples with zero protection. With every beat of the exercise, dozens of voluptuous breasts bounced and swayed violently, creating a spectacle so magnificent it was suffocating.
Class 3-B, the legendary "haven of beauties," was now like a shucked pearl, completely exposed to the sun and my predatory gaze.
Watching the wave after wave of flesh before me, my blood rushed furiously to my groin. Stripped entirely bare beneath my clothes, my monstrous length throbbed violently in sync with my heartbeat. My hands twitched uncontrollably, betraying my most primitive desire to dominate.
"Master... Hehe."
Wang Miya let out a soft, sultry giggle that felt like a feather brushing against my skin. She looked at my bloodshot eyes and my massive rod, which was twitching with intense excitement. Her gaze held a borderline pathological infatuation and reverence.
"Don't worry, Master. I was born for you."
Her dark purple pupils constricted slightly. Her voice was light, a gentle whisper against a lover's ear, yet it delivered the most cruel and exhilarating declaration:
"Let’s Party Time!"
The moment the words left Wang Miya's lips, an invisible wave of purple soul power erupted into the air.
The rhythm of the warmup exercises instantly became warped and chaotic. What began as uniform chest expansions and marching steps degenerated under the hypnotic soul power into a series of provocative movements—swiveling hips and spreading thighs. The class beauties kept their eyes shut, mechanically chanting the count, but their bodies completely lost control within the corrupting aura. Every single one of them stretched lewdly according to the hypnotist's will.
"Everyone, halt!"
The chaotic sounds of stretching by the poolside abruptly ceased. It wasn't just the students; even the usually sharp and capable Secretary Yan, along with Ms. Qiu Xiaoqing—who had been playfully teasing just moments ago—lost the focus in their eyes. They stood frozen and vacant, like marionettes with their strings cut.
Sometimes, an entertainer with an overwhelmingly powerful soul value could instantly steal the spotlight, even if they were just a background extra. At this moment, Wang Miya was the ultimate proof. Despite wearing a mundane class-monitor uniform, the aura of her awakened soul value made her the sole dictator of this space.
"To ensure the warmup is thorough, we must make our bodies burn from the inside out," Wang Miya stated, a faint glimmer of purplish-black light flickering in her eyes. Her tone was flat, almost sadistic. "Now, pair up in twos and finger each other's sensitive spots. Whichever group achieves a double orgasm first will be heavily rewarded."
The instant the command was issued, the scene descended into a surreal frenzy of depravity. The girls instinctively sought out partners. In a corner, the twin sisters Lin Ziqian and Lin Zimo panted heavily as they fumbled between each other's legs.
"Teacher!" A wave of intense anxiety washed over her. Ms. Su Mingyue stared at the chaotic mess before her, on the verge of a hysterical scream. "You... you all are actually masturbating!"
"Ms. Su, if you don't know how to please yourself, feel free to ask Ms. Qiu Xiaoqing. She is quite experienced in this area." Wang Miya glanced at her coldly. Her frozen, mocking tone made the air even heavier.
“Ah… Ahh!”
“Mmh… Haa…”
Moans and the wet sounds of friction echoed across the cavernous pool deck. The two teachers, usually so dignified, were now forcing their legs wide apart, their fingers frantically working their private parts. Meanwhile, Secretary Yan and Guo Zhenzhen were locked in a tangled, writhing embrace of flesh.
“Ah——!!”
Accompanied by a piercing, high-pitched shriek, one pair successfully achieved a simultaneous double orgasm.
"Excellent. Congratulations on taking first place," Wang Miya said with a chilling smile, offering her soft congratulations. "Your reward is right before you—crawl on your knees before 'Master,' pull open your wet folds with your own hands, and let him use that massive rod to give you an internal cleaning."
In an instant, the fresh, drenched, and violently twitching pussies of two high school girls were laid bare before my eyes with zero reservation.
My eyes were completely bloodshot, the fire of lust inside me fully ignited. My engorged, pulsing rod, mapped with thick veins, throbbed with a sadistic urge. I initially intended to violently impale both helpless maidens to their depths, but as I looked around, I realized the entire scene had spiraled into beautiful chaos.
Every girl in the class, clad in their nearly transparent swimsuits, was paired up. In the most humiliating yet alluring kneeling postures, they used their trembling hands to forcibly pry open their tender slits. Within moments, the poolside became an endless horizon of upturned asses, glistening with wanton fluids under the sunlight filtering through the glass roof.
Wang Miya's ability... depending on how it's used, she might accidentally destroy the world one day.
I forced myself to calm down slightly as a chill crept into my mind.
Am I... also falling under her control?
Watching this apocalyptic festival unfold, Ms. Su Mingyue’s willpower began to fracture under the crushing pressure of the soul power. And Ms. Qiu? This woman, who usually prided herself on elegance, had already laid her pink, fresh slit completely bare before me. Her fingers were moving at an astonishing speed—she had completely climaxed.
"Ms. Qiu truly is a veteran at self-pleasure. You mastered the core technique so quickly," Wang Miya mocked, her dark purple eyes gleaming with derision as if she were looking at a doll.
"Everyone did a wonderful job. The warmup was very thorough! No one will get cramps when we hit the water later!" she said cheerfully. Her tone was as innocent as a kindergarten teacher leading toddlers, but the content was as cold-blooded as a demon.
I really might have summoned a demon. A high-ranking succubus, to be exact.
Every single girl in Class 3-B was an unattainable, goddess-like existence in the eyes of the boys from the neighboring Fucheng High School. Now, every single one of them was presenting her ass to the sky, juices pouring from their pussies, as if desperately begging for anyone to claim them.
"Master, I have a splendid idea," Wang Miya whispered into my ear. Her breath was sweet as an orchid, yet bone-chillingly cold. "How about I hypnotize the boys from Fucheng High to come over for a 'mixer'?"
The paralyzed female students around us looked terrified, but before the pressure of an SSR-grade succubus, their willpower was flimsier than gauze.
"Wang Miya, I'll leave this matter to you," I rose with a majestic air, as if dictating a grand ritual. "But I despise inferior males intruding upon my territory. I will take Secretary Yan and Ms. Qiu Xiaoqing with me first. As for Guo Zhenzhen... you can keep her and take your time playing with her."
"Understood, Master!" The succubus’s eyes burned with madness. She clearly couldn't wait to witness this "two-school mixer."
Shortly after, a line of vacant-eyed boys marched into the now-defiled swimming pool in an orderly fashion. Meanwhile, I sat on a bench outside the pool that overlooked the entire scene. I rhythmically thrust up and down, savoring the tight, scorching heat inside the "masterpiece" Qiu Xiaoqing, while listening to the rising waves of moans and agonizing cries from inside the pool.
The sounds echoed through the vast space, sounding mechanical and numb. It no longer felt like a school; it felt like a massive oyster farm, where countless laborers were using screwdrivers to brutally pry open one tightly shut shell after another.
"Secretary Yan."
"Yes, Master."
"Call 'The Soul Cutter's Right Hand' over."
"Right away." Secretary Yan respectfully obeyed and left.
A moment later, Lin Yijia appeared before me, panting heavily, clearly having rushed over without a second's delay. I looked her up and down and said calmly, "Go into the pool and adjust the soul values of those Class 3-B students."
I paused for a moment, a dangerous arc curving up the corner of my lips. "Suck the soul values of those paired-up boys dry and transfer it all to the girls. Drain as much as you physically can."
"Understood." Without a hint of hesitation, Lin Yijia's entire body erupted in a soft yet brilliant yellow light. She channeled this power into the pool. Soon, a faint, crisp sound resembling the clicking of abacus beads drifted through the air—the frequency of soul energy being forcibly transferred and redistributed.
Watching the chaotic, decadent spectacle in the pool, I made my calculations.
It looks like for this year’s college entrance exams, Zhiguo Girls' High is going to absolutely crush Fucheng High. Especially this Class 3-B; they might even trample the school's elite Class A under their feet.
As for the boys of Fucheng High? After having their soul values completely drained and being left entirely infatuated, I shuddered to think what disaster their exam papers would turn into.
Then again, allowing these virgin boys who have never even touched a girl to get laid before the big exam... they should probably be grateful to me, I chuckled inwardly, thoroughly satisfied with this "equivalent exchange."
Meanwhile, the two ultimate flowers of Class 3-B—the twins Lin Ziqian and Lin Zimo—displayed an otherworldly, hypnotic charm before the flood of male students. The boys desperate to "mix" with them formed a line stretching from the poolside all the way to the entrance. Each one scrambled for a chance to pour their hearts and souls into the sisters, willing to sacrifice every last drop of their soul value without regret.
"Boss," Secretary Yan stared at the monitor in her hand, her voice laced with irrepressible excitement. "Lin Ziqian, whom you've been keeping an eye on, has seen her soul value skyrocket from 700 to 837! Her sister, Lin Zimo, is even more absurd—she’s reached 988!"
This meant a significant number of boys had been completely zeroed out, reduced to useless husks.
The twin sisters' looks were already beyond standard reality, a visual perfection worthy of being rated "SSR-grade." What drove men even wilder was that they were naturally born as rare "White Tigers"—shaved and flawless. That pure, pristine visual impact, combined with the unique soul resonance shared by twins, meant that anyone who locked eyes with them would lose their sanity instantly.
Furthermore, the prey today were pure, sheltered boys from an all-male high school, currently at the peak of their adolescent hormones, who had never even held a woman's hand. Watching them lose their minds yet look entirely blissful, the word "queue" no longer sufficed. This was a mass sacrificial site of willing simp thralls.
"Let's go."
As the school bell rang out melodiously, this absurd swim class—where no one had touched a single drop of water yet everyone was utterly exhausted—came to an abrupt end under my sudden command.
Wang Miya, who had been dominating the entire arena like a demon goddess moments ago, instantly reverted back to her meek, submissive class-monitor persona. She and Guo Zhenzhen slid under my exclusive desk in the Class 3-B classroom, one after the other, in perfect sync. Under the cover of the wide wooden desktop, that cramped space became their private sanctuary as they began to indulge in the intoxicating pleasure of swallowing me whole.
Their division of labor was flawless. Wang Miya acted like the commander, taking charge of the "management" and movement of my entire shaft. Her wet, dexterous tongue meticulously licked over every single vein of my massive rod, sending waves of trembling, electric pleasure through me. Meanwhile, Guo Zhenzhen completely matched Wang Miya's rhythm, suckling noisily on my sack. The warm, enveloping sensation kept the hot waves churning within me.
I leaned back against my chair, taking in the damp heat and suction coming from beneath the desk. One of my hands rested on Wang Miya's soft hair, my fingers running through her strands to feel her complete submission, while my other hand slipped effortlessly deep into the collar of her uniform, fondling her tender, perky, and elastic breasts.
To monopolize this absolute, unyielding obedience right inside the classroom, amidst the bustling noise of the students who had yet to disperse, brought a profound sense of satisfaction to my heart.
Outside the hallway, the chaotic clamor died down instantly.
"Quiet down, fast!" the class president shouted at the top of his lungs. "The disciplinarian is here!!"
In a split second, the restless students froze as if someone had hit the pause button. Every single one of them sat up straight, not daring to breathe too loudly. I stole a glance through the gap of the desk and the shadow of the window, and my heart skipped a beat.
What an incredibly sharp, breathtakingly striking figure. Shen Zhiqin wore a perfectly tailored khaki military uniform, her dignified features carrying an aura of absolute command that demanded respect without needing to anger. Wherever her razor-sharp gaze swept, any student who accidentally locked eyes with her would hurriedly look away like a startled rabbit.
She was the untouchable embodiment of law and discipline in the public eye—the supreme authority of the campus.
“Want to play with her?”
Wang Miya’s seductive and dangerous voice, accompanied by a wet sensation, drifted up from beneath the desk.
"Focus on serving me first, Miya. I like you just the way you are right now—belonging solely to me," I replied in a low voice, feeling the intense suction at my crotch.
“Understood, Master… I am so, so happy…”
Wang Miya let out a borderline yandere murmur. Her movements became even more fervent and frantic, as if she were trying to pour her very soul into this service.
At that moment, the disciplinarian's footsteps came to a halt right at the classroom door. The rhythm was steady, heavy, and powerful.
"Shen Zhiqin, get over here," I commanded flatly. My voice wasn't loud, but it carried an absolute, undeniable authority.
"Understood."
The very disciplinarian who had just made the entire class tremble in fear saw her righteous aura instantly dissolve into absolute, blind loyalty the second the command reached her ears. Like a loyal officer answering the call of her supreme commander, she struck a crisp military march, striding right toward my office desk with sharp, breathless poise.