"Everyone, please turn to page 33. Today we will begin Chapter Four: Sequences and Series."
Teacher Liu Fangyun’s cold, crisp, and highly penetrating voice resonated through the classroom. Pushing up her black-rimmed glasses, she turned around to chalk orderly formulas onto the blackboard, the long tips of her fingers making rhythmic clack, clack sounds against the board—the absolute epitome of an intellectual master teacher from an elite academy.
"A mathematical sequence is simply a collection of numbers arranged according to a specific rule, whereas a series is the cumulative summation of those individual terms. In an ideal state, we can utilize formulas to predict the variance of every single term..."
Below the stage, the students produced a synchronized rustle of turning pages, immediately followed by the scratching sound of ballpoint pens sliding across paper.
The layout of the classroom was flawlessly organized. At the very front was the blackboard, lightly dusted with white chalk, alongside the concealed projector screen. From left to right, the room was divided into five neat rows with nine students per row, their seating arranged strictly down the line according to height. In the back right of the room sat the original homeroom teacher's desk, and my newly established executive sector was stationed immediately adjacent to it.
On the massive wall behind us was the creative display zone, plastered with academic plaques and certificates of various sizes.
I sat in this custom-made executive chair inside Classroom 3-B. Cradled in my lap was the warm, submissive Chinese teacher, Guo Ruonan, while beneath my crotch, the two Daily Monitors were rising and falling in an alternating, rhythmic cycle within their meticulously calculated, narrow space. Their combined placement perfectly filled the clearance underneath the desk, ensuring that the workspace did not appear congested during their shift—a flawless execution of space optimization in quality control.
“Alright, the lesson we are teaching today is ‘Sequences and Series’...”
As Teacher Liu’s voice drifted over, a thought crystallized in my mind. “That’s right... if desires just keep expanding exponentially, plugging into every person on sight, life would spiral into complete chaos.” Caressing Guo Ruonan’s neck, which was burning hot from intense shame, I muttered coldly to myself, “The ultimate result of that would be total desensitization to the female form, reducing me to a slave of primal instinct rather than its master. But on the other hand, if I converge too tightly, living complacently like a model corporate slave, life becomes so mind-numbing that you’d rather die.”
For the first time in my existence, I found a school lecture intriguing.
Hearing such crude words as "plugging into every person on sight" while perched on my lap, Director Guo let out a silent, agonizing shriek within her mind: “No... not such words...” Yet, due to the interference with her cognition combined with her body's raw primal responses, her soul shamefully secreted even more slick moisture.
Beneath the desk, the Daily Monitors, Huang Meihua and Xie Qingyan, were displaying an astonishing trait of being "model students." While collaborating seamlessly and professionally to service my shaft in the darkness, their free hands were actually bracing against my knees, holding up their notebooks. Catching the faint shards of light leaking through the gaps of the desk, they trembled as they copied down the formulas from the blackboard, enduring the agonizing soreness in their throats.
"Se... Senior, the general term for this problem... I missed copying it..." Huang Meihua whispered thickly during a brief recess to catch her breath.
"Focus. I’ll lend you my notes to patch it up later..." Xie Qingyan replied, suppressing her breath before burying her head back down to resume her diligent shifts.
Beside me, Secretary Yan had entered full "CEO Mode."
Monitor Yan Peiyu possessed her own executive desk. With a solemn expression, her long fingers danced across her laptop keyboard like a flawless gear in a well-oiled machine, meticulously processing the files and shift rotations for the entire campus harem.
"True indulgence isn’t about squandering your desires aimlessly. It is about establishing Infinite Freedom on a foundation of Absolute Order." I smiled. "Only then can this enterprise operate sustainably over a long-term life cycle."
"Secretary Yan," I called out in a low voice, my palm still resting against Director Guo’s thigh, which was tense with shame.
"I am here," Yan Peiyu responded almost instantaneously. Halting her current compilation of baseline files, she leaned her torso slightly forward, exhibiting a supreme level of professional focus.
"I need you to categorize the entire student body into quality tiers based on a consolidated index of aesthetics, measurements, intellect, athletic capability, and family background." I narrowed my eyes as images of the high-precision assembly lines from my past factory life materialized in my mind. "Let's divide them into six distinct quality tiers: SSR-tier, SR-tier, S-tier, R-tier, N-tier, and NG-tier."
"Understood." Without a single shred of hesitation, Secretary Yan’s fingers glided effortlessly across her keyboard. The classroom was filled only with the squeak, squeak of Teacher Liu writing on the blackboard, the rustle of students taking notes, and the rapid clicking of the president's keyboard as she constructed a brand-new database architecture.
My capability operated similarly to the Chimera Ant Squadron Leader Meleoron's "God's Alibi" and "God's Accomplice." My very presence carried an aura of "absolute natural law." No matter how scandalous or absurd my actions were within this classroom or this academy, in the eyes of the outside world, it was merely an accepted part of how the universe functioned. Furthermore, I could alter their cognition; whatever definitions I assigned to a target in my mind, their soul and behavior would warp into the desired specification.
However, this near-divine authority was a double-edged sword.
If I simply indulged myself without restraint, erasing everyone's free will arbitrarily, this world would rapidly stagnate into a pool of dead water. That absolute, profound isolation would submerge me like a tidal wave—for when everyone is reduced to a soulless puppet, absolute indulgence loses all meaning.
Yan Peiyu’s administrative execution indeed rivaled that of a supercomputer operating at peak performance. With incomprehensible speed, she finalized the audit of the entire student and faculty body. While enjoying the diligent maintenance service beneath my desk, I carefully reviewed the classification report presented by Secretary Yan.
The faint glow of the laptop screen illuminated my face, displaying a thoroughly data-driven Quality Tier Categorization Report:
【SSR-Tier: Spec-Grade】 The first profile to appear on the screen belonged to Instructor Shen, the disciplinary officer who had been directing traffic this morning. In the annotations section, Secretary Yan had precisely logged: "Possesses a highly disciplined, militarized persona. Extreme threshold for shame tolerance and superb loyalty parameters. Powerful yet beautiful physical build and stature, un-faultable facial aesthetics, and a temperament driven to assist others."
【SR-Tier: Premium-Grade】 This category featured the heavily endowed twins from Class 3-B, Lin Ziqian and Lin Zimo, alongside the short-stature "Mesopotamian Plains" asset from Class 3-A, Zhong Peixuan. It also included several beauties I didn't recognize, alongside a famous idol-drama starlet, "Mia Wang," and Wang Xiaoqian, the sole heiress to a massive corporate conglomerate. Next to their photographs, impressive quality metrics were detailed, and Secretary Yan had even appended the tag: "Possesses optimal latent conditions for development into executive management."
【S-Tier to N-Tier: Standard-Grade】 This segment comprised the vast majority, accounting for roughly 90% of the academy's population. These individuals served as the fundamental screws maintaining the stability of the infrastructure, capable of providing administrative assistance across various sectors. The shift rosters for the Daily Monitor system would primarily be drawn from this pool, forming the base-level workforce of the harem empire.
【NG-Tier: Scrapped / Conditional Acceptance via Concession】 I paid particular attention to this category. It included individuals with average aesthetics who possessed severe behavioral defects, alongside those who weren't necessarily unattractive or obese but simply failed to meet any minimum thresholds across all performance indicators.
"Secretary Yan, how shall we dispose of the NG-tier assets?" I inquired experimentally.
"Reporting to the Boss: I will segregate them into the defective goods inventory and arrange a collective, mass transfer out of this academy."
As I reviewed the report, the wet suction beneath my desk crested into a minor crescendo, and I discharged a heavy volume of white fluid directly across Huang Meihua's face.
"Secretary Yan, your grading logic is exceptionally rigorous." I pointed at a specific data coordinate on the screen. "Regarding the weighted ratio between 'Athletic Capability' and 'Family Background,' what was your operational rationale?"
"Reporting to the Boss," Yan Peiyu adjusted her glasses, a sharp, professional glint flashing in her eyes as she spoke with clinical coldness, "this is based on a dual consideration of 'Operational Efficiency' and 'Psychological Added-Value'."
Pointing at the data metrics, she explained precisely:
"Athletic Capability is weighted at 20%. This indicator serves as a scientific evaluation of an asset’s 'Endurance' and 'Physical Tolerance.' The superior their athletic capability, the slower their quality yield degrades during high-intensity 'development' or extended 'shift rotations.' It is the core hardware metric for ensuring production line stability."
"And what about Family Background?" I asked, feeling the subtle tremors of terror rippling through Director Guo in my lap—a unique trait stemming from her prestigious, intellectual lineage.
"Family Background is weighted at 10%," Secretary Yan answered without a trace of emotion. "Members from affluent backgrounds possess an elite 'heiress demeanor' cultivated since youth. The 'contrast collapse' generated when this demeanor undergoes cognitive corruption drastically elevates the Boss's psychological satisfaction during consumption. This belongs to the 'premium coating' of high-quality assets."
"So, facial aesthetics and physical measurements remain the primary components with the highest weight?"
"Correct. Facial aesthetics and physical measurements account for 50%, serving as the baseline entry barrier for the S-tier and above. The remaining 20% is allocated to 'Intellect,' which dictates their comprehension speed when learning submissive service techniques." Secretary Yan struck a final confirmation key on her keyboard. "This weighting framework ensures that assets at the S-tier and above deliver the most absolute, pristine indulgence experience across both physiological and psychological dimensions."
I nodded with immense satisfaction. For a fleeting moment, unlike my days as a corporate slave, I tasted a sense of absolute sovereignty I had never experienced before.
"Lin Ziqian! Lin Zimo! What are you two whispering about during my lecture? Stand at the front for ten minutes!"
Teacher Liu projected her voice loudly, her exceptionally large chest appearing ready to snap the buttons of her corporate suit jacket. That crisp, intellectual voice currently carried an unquestionable authority, echoing across the silent room and causing every student to freeze in bated breath.
The twins reluctantly stood up from their seats. At that exact sequence, I caught a pristine view of their true profiles.
Those were two breathtaking countenances of absolute perfection, their identical, exquisite facial features carrying a lingering trace of youthful innocence. What truly caused the blood in my veins to surge, however, was that under the filtration of the sunlight, their round, full mounds of flesh—appearing as though they could bounce out of captivity at any moment—were faintly visible beneath their white school uniforms, shifting subtly with their rapid respiration.
This was a pairing of the most supreme "SR-Tier," a specification that even Secretary Yan's spreadsheet could not fully articulate.
Staring at their flushed cheeks and those heavy, weighted curves, an instantaneous surge of heat flooded my brain. Those cold spreadsheets, rigorous shift rosters, and all pending executive tasks on my desk were completely cast to the wind in an instant.
“This is... an SR-Tier? Could it be that their personalities possess an underlying defect...”
Releasing the still-bewildered Director Guo from my lap, I pushed aside the executive desk in front of me and stood straight up.
Under the collective gaze of the entire room, I completely disregarded Teacher Liu’s ongoing lecture. Driven by the raw dominance of a sovereign ruler, like a apex predator that had just locked eyes with its prey, I strode forward at a rapid, sweeping pace toward the twins' desks, my gaze locking tightly onto the sisters' reluctant eyes.
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