Liu Fangyun was dissecting arithmetic progressions on the blackboard, her chalk scratching out a steady slash, slash, slash. As she did, she propped one of her long legs up onto the podium, completely revealing a view as vast and wide-open as the Chianan Plains right before my eyes. Every shred of logic accumulated in my brain snapped instantly under the sudden heat. Like a machine operating completely out of control, I gripped my heavy M30 x 3.5 - 180L specification tap and rammed it full throttle into that worn-out nut, an asset her husband had already "developed" way past its tolerance limits.
The podium shuddered violently under the raw kinetic impact, emitting a grating screech as if it might disintegrate at any moment. Yet, the students sitting just inches away remained entirely oblivious to the turbulent commotion. They kept their heads down, diligently copying the "must-know" mathematical formulas from the board.
Ejaculation? Post-coital refractory period?
To a "Demon" capable of rewriting the underlying source code of the universe, physiological limits were nothing more than redundant strings of data to be deleted at will. I let out a cold laugh, locked onto the cooling mechanism of my dopamine receptors, and forcefully clicked 【Delete】.
Impated with desire, I reached for the red points on her massive pair of flesh globes, digging my fingers deep into breast flesh that felt as soft as sandbags. My lower half slammed into her like a berserk pile-driver—pounding again and again, thrusting relentlessly inside her body in a frenzied assault. My semen erupted in wave after wave, showing absolutely no signs of depletion. Teacher Liu’s lewd moans intertwined with her teaching voice throughout the classroom; on one side was cold mathematical logic, and on the other was a passionate, near-broken plea of utter contrast. The sheer pleasure of twisting reality's rules in the palm of my hand made me thoroughly intoxicated.
"Secretary Yan, what is my shaft hardness reading right now?"
"B–Boss, I estimate your shaft hardness to be at 113%. You have completely breached the upper physiological limit," Yan Peiyu replied, her voice trembling slightly yet filled with absolute submission.
"Come here," I commanded without turning my head.
"Yes, Boss."
Yan Peiyu did not hesitate for a fraction of a second. She walked briskly to the right side of the podium, expertly propping her hands against the edge of the first-row desk. She aligned her voluptuous, rounded ass directly toward me, her tone shifting into a near-corporate style of debauchery: "Boss, I am positioned and ready. Please initiate the insertion sequence."
The moment this SSR-grade elite of Chih-Kuo Girls' High School was in position, I abruptly pulled out of Liu Fangyun's ruined nut—which had long lost its elasticity from over-expansion—and spun around to line up against the class monitor's eagerly waiting "little sparrow." With a dull thud, I drove into her body like a fully loaded heavy machinery unit running at maximum capacity. For ten straight minutes, I behaved like an untiring monster, determined to crush her sanity.
My hands weren't idle either; I casually used my index and middle fingers to pump frantically inside the pussies of the female students in the front row. The very air in the classroom felt as though it had been set ablaze. The traditional school order of respecting teachers and pathfinders had thoroughly collapsed, replaced by a dense, near-suffocating stench of pheromones hanging heavy in the room.
Ding—Dong—Ding—Dong—
The end-of-class bell echoed long through the hallways. Teacher Liu remained in that wild posture with her foot planted firmly on the podium, while the class monitor of Class 3-B straightened her posture and called out loudly: "Rise, Attention, Bow!"
"Thank you, Teacher—"
Following a chorus of polite salutations, the characteristic chatter and laughter of Chih-Kuo Girls' High instantly flooded the campus. Only then did Teacher Liu regain her usual dignified composure, lowering her long leg from the podium and methodically smoothing out her skirt and blouse. Watching her departing figure, I continued to thrust rhythmically inside Secretary Yan, thinking to myself with a cold smirk: 'Teacher Liu really ought to thank me. Cleaning out this body of hers so thoroughly on behalf of her incompetent husband can be considered my good deed for the day.'
Regaining a shred of her composure as she felt the intense heat pooling inside her, Yan Peiyu inquired softly, "Boss, regarding the future management of the school, do you plan to institute any new protocols? Do you want to enforce a mandatory policy for all faculty and students to remain entirely naked from now on?"
"No need," I replied flatly. In my eyes, a crowd of completely stripped bodies crammed together possessed no aesthetic value whatsoever. A woman's most exquisite moment always resided in the tantalizing glimpse hidden beneath a thin layer of fabric. Once completely naked, that mysterious tension instantly evaporates, and even the most beautiful woman degrades into mediocrity.
"Attire regulations will remain status quo. Now, follow me to the conference room. We need to draft the new world order for Chih-Kuo Girls' High."
"Understood, Boss."
Taking Yan Peiyu along with the day's on-duty students, Huang Meihua and Xie Qingyan, as well as Teacher Guo Ruonan, I headed toward the library which was serving as our temporary conference room.
"Now, calling the first faculty management meeting to order," I announced in a chilling tone, entirely indifferent to the several on-duty students kneeling humbly before me, meticulously wiping away the white essence left on my tip.
"Boss, I have a proposal," Yan Peiyu spoke up first. "In addition to administrative roles, I highly recommend you recruit a dedicated accountant. While money is easily within your grasp given your capabilities, unbridled and reckless acquisition will eventually cause the global economic infrastructure to collapse. If that happens, the backlash will affect your ability to govern this world at your whim."
"Secretary Yan, your risk management mindset is excellent." I cast a glance of approval her way. My hands contentedly stroked the hair of the on-duty students while keeping my eyes on Yan Peiyu. "Do you have a suitable candidate in mind?"
"There is an Olympiad math prodigy in Class 3-A. Her mathematical proficiency is universally recognized as god-tier."
"Name? Rating?"
"Li Yijia. SR-grade. Stunning appearance, incredibly sharp intellect. She is definitely prime material."
Chih-Kuo Girls' High maintained a rigorous academic tier system.
The A-classes of each grade were the "gifted tracks" occupying the absolute peak, existing purely as exam-crushing machines designed to dominate top-tier universities. Meanwhile, the majority of S-grade and SR-grade beauties were clustered in the B-classes right behind them, representing the most dazzling scenery on campus. They not only possessed a solid intellectual foundation but also deeply understood how to leverage cosmetics and fashion to maximize their feminine advantages.
For the apex academic weapons of Class 3-A, securing the top spot in national university entrance exams was as simple as reaching into a pocket. The ambitions of some of these students had already crossed oceans, setting their sights globally; local universities weren't even on their radar.
"What is Class 3-A's next scheduled period?" I adjusted my collar, feeling the dominion lust stirring violently within my veins once more.
"Boss, their next period is swimming class," Secretary Yan reported precisely, quickly scrolling through her laptop.
The moment the words "swimming class" hit my ears, that suppressed torrent of hot blood surged back into my brain with absolute fury. In that semi-open, azure space, the swim instructor and those SR and S-grade elites would be forced to shed their intellectual armor, leaving nothing but a thin layer of synthetic fabric clinging tightly to their curves.
"The swim instructor's name? Grade?" I kept my stride, adopting the tone of a cold corporate raider filled with calculated aggression.
"Su Mingyue. S-grade," Yan Peiyu reported rapidly. "Though she has given birth before, her physique management is exceptional—curvaceous and voluptuous without an ounce of bloating. She is 41 this year, but her facial features and skin quality look barely past 30. Around campus, the students privately refer to her as the 'Gentle Big Sister'."
"Let's go," I let out a low laugh, my gaze flashing with an uncompromising mix of madness and predatory intent.
"Yes, Boss!" Yan Peiyu responded with a cheerful, lighthearted tone, her expression betraying a hint of excitement.
She knew that as her boss stepped into the swimming pool, she was about to welcome a brand-new colleague to help share the corporate workload.
[Current Collection Asset Ledger]
SSR-Grade: Yan Peiyu (Class Monitor / Secretary), Shen Zhiqin (Discipline Instructor)
SR-Grade: Lin Ziqian (Twin Older Sister), Lin Zimo (Twin Younger Sister), Zhong Peixuan (The Perpetual Zero)
S-Grade: Guo Ruonan (Teacher), Liu Fangyun (Teacher), Su Mingyue (Swim Instructor—Pending Exploitation)
R-Grade: Huang Meihua, Xie Qingyan (On-Duty Students)
The mere thought of that S-grade specification, enriched by the fine maturation of time, caused my lower half to engorge instantly, its rigid hardness swelling visibly against my trousers. Walking right beside me, Yan Peiyu looked down and caught sight of it. Far from being startled, her face flushed red as she bit her lip and smiled, her eyes brimming with absolute compliance and anticipation after seeing right through her boss's desires.