Reborn as the "SoulCutter," I bartered my very life force for the authority to rewrite the underlying source code of reality. Not only could I manipulate cognition and shatter sanity at will, but I could also excavate the DNA of latent potential hidden deep within an individual's soul. Once I imprinted my activated will into that double helix, the target would awaken their innate passive abilities, transforming into my fiercely loyal servant. Under these absolute laws, every female in this world was an asset I could play with entirely at my whim.
I glanced over at the chilly, exquisite countenance of Class Monitor Yan Peiyu. She was already fully aware that her "Appraiser's Eyes" were a specification bestowed by my hand. Whenever she willed it, anyone’s grade and growth potential would be laid completely bare before her.
The strange blue light in Yan Peiyu’s eyes deepened. Under the gaze of those Appraiser's Eyes, the youthful bodies floating in the pool looked as though they had been stamped with cold serial numbers.
"Excellent," I acknowledged tonelessly, my gaze sweeping across the shimmering, rippling surface of the distant water. "That batch of ultra-thin, padless, semi-transparent swimsuits I ordered you to procure—are they ready?"
"Yes, Boss. A total of forty-two units, acquired precisely to your specifications," Yan Peiyu reported with professional efficiency. "Not just for Class A, but the allocation for the entire faculty and student body has been prepared. I have already ordered the complete reclamation and disposal of their redundant old swimsuits."
In a traditional girls' high school, thick chest padding and hair-concealing swim caps were standard-issue equipment. To me, that kind of personality-erasing uniformity was nothing but non-viable scrap metal devoid of any aesthetic value.
"Secretary Yan, go notify Teacher Su Mingyue," I commanded, withdrawing my gaze. "Inform her that from this exact second, any female swimming in this pool must immediately change into the swimsuits I provided. Anyone who fails to comply will be downgraded and treated as an NG-grade defect."
Yan Peiyu bowed elegantly, the blue light in her eyes flickering with a cruel excitement before she turned and stepped into the dense, humid mist.
"Understood, Boss. I shall execute your directive immediately."
"Attention, class! Everyone out of the pool now. Today, we are covering the fundamentals of the jellyfish float."
Teacher Su Mingyue stood at the edge of the pool. Her prominent points, standing proudly erect under the padless swimsuit, bounced subtly with her movements, yet she maintained her habitually gentle, instructive tone: "The jellyfish float is a critical survival protocol that prevents you from drowning during a hazardous incident. You only have one life, so I expect everyone to master this specification perfectly today." Even as Teacher Su held onto the railing, assuming a submissive posture while I rammed inside her, she continued her gentle explanations and reminders.
"Yes, Teacher—!" Forty-two pairs of semi-transparent points echoed her in a youthful chorus of compliance.
The academic weapons of Class 3-A delivered an absolute sensory impact. Their sleek figures, the rising and falling peaks, and the faint outlines of their valleys visible beneath the sheer fabric radiated an intense cloud of pheromones—the literal scent of transgression. Behaving like a beast driven by pure instinct, I moved down the line of students one by one, brutally driving my fingers beneath the lower hems of their swimsuits and thrusting into their tight, youthful depths.
Squelch, squelch... I casually rammed my shaft through the crowd, my hands remaining equally occupied as I explored the channels of the female students on either side.
Ordinarily, these girls were elite mathematics and science prodigies, honor students who spent their hours grinding in the library, the pride of their parents, and the models of obedience in the eyes of their teachers. Now, they were being frantically impaled by my ravenous member right at the edge of the swimming pool.
Toying with them as I slowly advanced, I came to a halt beside the Olympiad math prodigy, Li Yijia. My blood-red eyes locked onto her form; the close-fitting cut of the swimsuit traced her contours as elegantly as a lily, causing my shaft to twitch uncontrollably once more.
Without a word of warning, I reached into the neckline of her swimsuit, my fingertips rubbing against that trembling peak, measuring the bodily dimensions beneath this "Olympiad genius" by touch alone. I leaned in close, sucking fiercely on that small peach. I had anticipated the sweet fragrance of a maiden, but what entered my throat was the bitter, chemical tang of pool chlorine.
That chemical odor ignited my volatile aggression. Rough and unceremonious, I shifted my fingers down to the lower half of her swimsuit, crudely forcing my way into her hidden territory.
The sensation returning to my fingertips wasn't the resistance of hair, but an uninterrupted, smooth texture akin to seamless silk—a vast, unbroken plain. It was that one-in-a-million, perfectly smooth asset: a top-tier bare canvas.
"Boss."
Just as I was immersing myself in the thrill of that smooth wilderness, Yan Peiyu’s chilly voice interrupted my exploration.
"Speak," I commanded, keeping my fingers embedded where they were.
"There is a metric here that will undoubtedly interest you." Yan Peiyu’s Appraiser’s Eyes flashed with blue light as she stared directly at Li Yijia, whose face was flushed crimson and whose legs were trembling violently. "Li Yijia's orientation parameters indicate... she is a homosexual."
This payload of data instantly detonated my sensory receptors.
I pictured this arrogant, smooth beauty whimpering in the intimate embrace of a female lover, and how I could effortlessly breach their private domain at will—impaling whoever I pleased, delivering the most ruthless impacts right at the peak of their shared pleasure.
"Boss," Yan Peiyu spoke up again, her tone carrying the clinical recommendation of an expert appraiser. "I advise upgrading Li Yijia to a rare SSR-grade. She possesses both exceptional beauty and intellect, is a mathematical prodigy, and blends absolute rationality with sensitivity. Furthermore, she possesses the rare smooth anatomy and a homosexual attribute. A 'composite talent' of this caliber is a premium asset that can only be encountered by chance."
I stared directly at this precious set of data. Feeling that silky, smooth texture against my fingertips, a satisfied smile spread across my face.
"Excellent work, Secretary Yan. This is precisely the type of talent our infrastructure requires." I withdrew my hand, my gaze overflowing with the satisfaction of discovering a rare treasure.
"Class A, look alive! We are preparing to enter the water to practice the jellyfish float!"
Teacher Su Mingyue raised her voice, urging the students with the strict discipline of a coach. Yet over in the instructor's area, her intellectual, matriarchal face was pressed low in a deeply submissive posture as she knelt at the pool's edge, preparing to receive the brutal baptism of my engorged shaft.
Splash—Splash—
This pack of coddled elites leaped into the water in perfect, disciplined order. Within seconds, the previously placid surface of the pool was populated by a cluster of pale, floating "jellyfish posteriors." With their heads submerged, breath held, and arms dangling loosely, the buoyancy caused those forty-two pairs of backsides encased in padless swimsuits to bob lazily on the surface—a sight that made my groin ache with desire.
Letting out a low grunt, I ripped my fluid-drenched shaft free from the swollen depths of Teacher Su. Under the collective, oblivious field of vision of the entire class, I walked down the steps entirely exposed and stepped into the cool water.
Stimulated by the water pressure, my member throbbed excitedly as I waded directly toward that most valuable "smooth plain."
Li Yijia was diligently maintaining her jellyfish float. A prodigy remained a prodigy no matter the task; she had seamlessly inverted into a cute little floating jellyfish. Quiet as a phantom, I materialized right behind her. My left arm clamped around her slender waist like a steel vice, while my right hand forcefully kneaded her soft twin mounds.
Likely registering my sudden body heat, the math prodigy’s frame gave a violent shudder, her stable buoyancy instantly collapsing. I granted her no window to catch her breath; my long fingertips hooked directly into the edge of her swimsuit—which was already thinner than a pair of panties—and ripped it violently to the side.
That perfectly smooth, completely unshielded plain opened up entirely to my desires beneath the crystal-blue water of the swimming pool.