I gestured for Shen Zhiqin to step directly in front of me, wanting to inspect this masterpiece at close range.
"Breathtaking. A face like this is the absolute pinnacle," I murmured, my right hand already straying into the rigid collar of her khaki uniform, feeling the taut skin beneath the fabric. "I really wonder what color underwear a disciplinarian as authoritative as you wears."
"Reporting to Superior, white!"
Looking straight ahead, Shen Zhiqin instinctively responded to my murmurs with the conditioned reflex of a cadet in training.
That crisp, serious response acted like a potent aphrodisiac. In an instant, my eyes turned bloodshot, and the monstrous rod at my groin throbbed violently with intense excitement. I patted Wang Miya on the head, signaling her to move aside, and then issued my command to the military flower before me:
"Sergeant, your turn. Suck it clean."
"Understood!"
Without a moment’s hesitation, Shen Zhiqin dropped to her knees, parting her sharp, cherry-lipped mouth. Bringing the meticulous discipline characteristic of a soldier, her tongue skillfully and single-mindedly cleansed every inch of my length, treating it as a military operation that demanded a perfect score.
"Get up! Let me feel your slit!"
"Understood!"
She stood up on command. My heart racing, I thrust my right hand roughly beneath her tight pencil skirt. Sergeant Shen's thighs were exceptionally firm and toned from years of rigorous training. My fingertips traced the curve between her legs, sliding past the lace edge of her panties. Coarsely hooking the fabric aside, my fingers buried themselves directly into the drenched, muddy warmth, pumping frantically.
"Sergeant, you're not a virgin anymore, are you?"
"Affirmative."
"I'm curious, who took your first time?"
"General Wang Dezhong."
This sudden, explosive scandal caught me slightly off guard. It seemed the old saying about proximity yielding rewards held true; back in her military academy days, this rising star had already been personally "developed" by the principal. Since she was far from a virgin, my last reservations vanished. I dragged the sergeant's long, toned legs apart, propping them directly onto Lin Zimo's desk.
Grabbing a pair of scissors nearby, I coldly snipped away the obstructive lace panties. My engorged rod tore through the air, impaling itself straight into this well-trained forbidden territory.
"Sergeant, I command you—moan out loud!"
“Ah… Ahh! Haa——!”
As the violent, flesh-slapping rhythm echoed through the room, the booming voice Sergeant Shen usually used to bark orders dissolved into frantic, high-pitched cries of wanton ecstasy.
Yet, before this forbidden exercise could reach its absolute peak, urgent footsteps echoed from the hallway. The literature teacher, Guo Ruonan, pushed open the classroom door with a severe, solemn expression.
"All rise! Attention! Salute!"
"Good morning, teacher—"
"Take your seats."
The rhythmic commands of the class president blended seamlessly with the scraping sounds of students shifting their chairs. Completely ignoring the routine classroom interaction between Ms. Guo and Class 3-B, my eyes remained locked entirely on the disciplinarian before me. I remained deeply immersed in the exquisite pleasure of each thrust, every collision striking deep into the core of Shen Zhiqin's soul.
Just as Guo Ruonan turned around to write the lesson title on the blackboard, I felt Shen Zhiqin’s womb contract violently. The crushing pressure rippling from within signaled she had reached her breaking point.
"Scream it out!" I locked my hands around her slender waist, growling a low command. "Tell me, are you climaxing?"
"Reporting to Superior... I—I am climaxing! Thank you, Superior!"
Shen Zhiqin threw her head back, her once-cold and proud face completely flushed with a captivating crimson. In her loudest, most reverent military voice, she shouted the most depraved confession into the silent classroom.
I had already used my soul power to thoroughly rewrite her consciousness. In her perception, I was no longer a student, but the supreme commander of her life whom she had to obey absolutely—and take pride in doing so. She was offering her most loyal military salute through her most private, violent physiological reactions.
"Secretary Yan, you..."
Before I could finish, Secretary Yan, as if already anticipating my thoughts like a precisely calibrated machine, read out Shen Zhiqin’s deep-layer data in a flat, unmodulated tone:
"Shen Zhiqin. Native SSR-grade. Born into a military dynasty with an exceptionally pure lineage. Governed by unwavering loyalty, her physical attributes represent the absolute peak of human capability. Master of Judo, Bajiquan, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Aikido. Current soul value measured at: 2,038. Special Skill: 【The Bodyguard’s Heart】."
The moment Secretary Yan finished speaking, Shen Zhiqin’s dilated pupils snapped shut, erupting with a brilliant, pale-yellow light.
This light... its aura is incredibly similar to Lin Yijia's. It must be a power of the same attribute, I calculated inwardly.
However, Shen Zhiqin’s next move caught everyone off guard. Her face, flushed from the recent orgasm, instantly reverted to a soldier’s deadly seriousness. Staring straight ahead, her tone was icy and resolute:
"Superior, I detect a potential threat. For your safety, I am initiating elimination protocols."
With that, her gaze locked onto Wang Miya beneath the desk like a hawk tracking prey, and she marched forward with heavy, authoritative strides.
The suffocating purplish-black pressure in the air began to tremble violently. To my astonishment, the destructive purple light in Wang Miya’s eyes began to rapidly recede. Her rule-defying dominance was forcibly suppressed, and her demonic aura stripped away, reverting her back into the sweet, idol-smiling Wang Miya.
"Phew..." Secretary Yan let out a long breath, her tense posture finally relaxing. "Boss, her skill, 【The Bodyguard’s Heart】, forces the environment back to equilibrium the moment she senses any energy harmful to her master, completely bypassing the opponent's skills."
Watching the once-furious purplish-black aura dissolve under the pale-yellow light, Secretary Yan offered a weary, bitter smile, adding a light joke:
"Looks like we can call Lin Yijia over now. With the intensity of that soul pressure just now, she probably would have fainted in the hallway before she could even start adjusting the data."
Looking around the quieted classroom, a wave of profound satisfaction washed over me. In a world on the verge of collapse, without a powerful "guardian deity" like Shen Zhiqin to restrain Wang Miya's feral nature, things would have spun out of control long ago.
Standing firmly between me and Wang Miya, even though her shredded underwear was gone, the righteous dignity exuded by her military uniform formed an impregnable wall protecting my power.
"Shen Zhiqin."
"Awaiting orders, Superior!"
"From this day forth, you are my personal bodyguard. Protect my safety at all costs."
"Yes, Sir!"
And just like that, the military flower Shen Zhiqin joined the ranks of my expanding empire.
Looking at the fiercely righteous Shen Zhiqin before my desk, and the now-submissive Wang Miya beneath it, an unprecedented sense of total control surged within me.
If Wang Miya was the ultimate weapon to forge my empire, then Drill Sergeant Shen Zhiqin was the most beautiful wall safeguarding my authority.
Xu Zhiping had met countless people in her career, but the moment her eyes locked with Shen Zhiqin's, her battle-hardened professional heart skipped a beat.
"Hello, Sergeant."
Xu Zhiping pushed up her glasses, stopping exactly three paces away—the most professional social distance. Even though Sergeant Shen’s shredded panties were long gone, and her lower body still bore the scorching, drenched trace of a recent watering, her stance remained as rigid as a spear. In Xu Zhiping’s eyes, it was a flawless "persona."
"Hello. May I ask who you are?" Shen Zhiqin maintained her guard stance, her voice like ice.
"I am Xu Zhiping, a talent manager from Star City Entertainment." She didn't rush into hollow praise like an amateur, but instead handed over her business card with a serious expression. "I just observed your posture and aura. From an entertainment standpoint, you possess an authenticity of authority that is exceedingly rare in today's market."
Xu Zhiping looked directly into Shen Zhiqin’s eyes, her tone calm and persuasive. "The 'gallant, powerful women' popular in showbiz right now are mostly an act. But the military discipline and commanding presence radiating from your very bones cannot be faked. This is what we call 'raw, unadulterated appeal.'"
Shen Zhiqin accepted the card, her voice steady. "Thank you, but my duty lies as a drill sergeant at Zhiguo Girls' High."
"Sergeant, I know a director who is currently casting. He’s completely stuck because the female lead lacks that conflict between 'absolute submission and absolute power.' If you are willing to sign, we can brand you as the 'Guardian Goddess.' The moment people see you, they will feel an overwhelming urge to surrender to your authority while craving your protection."
At that moment, Shen Zhiqin suddenly turned to me, her voice humble yet resolute: "Superior, please instruct! I follow your arrangements completely."
For my directives, Shen Zhiqin would obey absolutely, even if it meant abandoning her military career.
"Wang Miya," I spoke flatly, leaning back against my chair.
"Master, what are your commands?" A flash of fanaticism, meant for my eyes only, darted across Wang Miya’s sweet, idol-like smile.
"Tell your manager to request a half-day leave from the school. Clean this place up, and take us to the TV station for a tour."
Wang Miya turned around, addressing Xu Zhiping with elegant poise. "Sister Ping, help me sort out a leave with the school. Let's alter this afternoon's itinerary. I want to take the sergeant and the secretary to the TV station to look around, and let the sergeant acclimate to the environment."
Watching Xu Zhiping’s busy, retreating figure, a cold smile curled up my lips. Through this veteran manager, I was bound to uncover many closely guarded secrets of the entertainment industry. Rather than wandering aimlessly and causing mischief as an invisible phantom, it seemed far more amusing to unearth the dark secrets beneath the glitz and glamour, and then have Wang Miya break those so-called high-class goddesses.
"Sergeant Shen, from this moment on, you are my accompanying bodyguard, responsible for my safety."
"By your command!"
"Secretary Yan, as my personal secretary, you will accompany us as well."
"Yes, Boss."