[Private Silver Prison Academy] (Parts 1-2) (Parts 2, Section 3) Author: Unknown

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[Private Silver Prison Academy] (Part 1) Author: Unknown
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In 2053 AD, a massive meteorite struck the Pacific Ocean, causing unprecedented
destruction. A nuclear winter engulfed the globe, horrifying humanity. Nuclear clouds blanketed
the entire Earth, causing a sharp decline in crops, plunging humanity into food panic and triggering
World War III. This world war spread throughout the globe, drawing all nations into
the conflict. Cities became ruins, villages were engulfed in flames, and humanity's numbers dwindled drastically due to infighting.
Shell casings littered the plains, and technology vanished.
In 2113 AD, the nuclear winter finally ended, and governments began to resume operations and
conduct censuses. The human population had drastically decreased to less than half. At this point, humanity realized that the impact of the catastrophe
extended far beyond the nuclear winter. In the past sixty years, only tens of millions of male babies had been born,
with a male-to-female ratio of 1:6. Experts believed that at this rate, humanity would be extinct within forty years
.
Scholars began frantically studying the commonalities among these male babies and discovered a startling fact
that shocked the academic world. To verify their suspicions, they began human experiments
, successfully induced the birth of over two hundred male babies within three years. These scholars published their research results
, but were arrested immediately upon publication. Because the experimental results were so horrifying, governments around the world were
unwilling to face the reality and to avoid the potential impact on public order from publishing the results.
Increased law enforcement led to another sharp decline in the male birth rate, forcing the United Nations
to confront this harsh reality.
In 2126, the UN summit, with women acting alone, finally passed
the Special Act on the Survival of Humanity. The contents of this act were kept secret, but were sent to
the Walter Burgh College, a
prestigious women's college nestled deep in the mountains. The Walter Burgh College, a renowned aristocratic institution, was known for its strict rules. It
was a college with 15,000 students, teaching courses from first year to doctoral level, and boasting
1,000 professors. This is a magnificent castle, built of marble, nestled
in a silver leaf forest on a cliff. Because its walls are fifty meters high, it has a notorious reputation as a silver prison
. This quiet and towering castle is about to undergo a tremendous change on this day.
--The
bell rang, class was over.
"That's all for today."
"Teacher, would you like to come to my room for a chat?"
Lin Liren tossed her long, black hair, her brown eyes staring at me seductively. She deliberately
unbuttoned a button in front of me, grinning mockingly.
"Sorry, I have something else to do," I quickly forced a stiff smile and declined.
"Ha, you coward! Let's go, let's go~" Phil, with her soft golden hair, took his hand, and the two
left, eliciting laughter from the entire class.
They were seventh graders, virgins, but not exactly innocent. They might
give you their virginity, but the next second they'd ruin your reputation. These little devils had used this trick many
times before, mostly involving sexually experienced students encouraging male teachers to break taboos, then
immediately reporting them after they were satisfied. Many of the students at this school were children of high-ranking officials from various countries; those parents
couldn't stand seeing teachers who committed adultery alive. Teachers who couldn't resist temptation in the past almost
all died within six months of being imprisoned in federal jails. These freshmen will follow suit; they
don't enjoy lust, but the sense of authority to manipulate others' fates.
"Professor Dai Kun, Professor Murakami, Professor Chen, Professor William, Professor Fran, please come to the Dean's
office. Professor Dai Kun, Professor Murakami, Professor Chen, Professor William, Professor Fran, please come to the Dean's
office."
What's going on? Almost all those called out are male professors! I heard the announcement and
headed towards the Dean's office.
"Zero Special Rules for School Regulations Effective Immediately
"—
"Are you kidding me! I will not recognize this law or this plan!" Outside the Dean's office stood several teams of female international police officers. International police are a common sight here, but 　　there were hundreds of
these female officers, so I didn't think much of it.
Pushing open the door to the dean's office, I was immediately met with the dean's
roar.
"Sister Alyssa, I think you, accustomed to UN documents, can tell this is genuine
UN law. Based on a special UN act, your country has already amended its legislation and
completed this project. I think this is not something you alone can stop." A slender
woman with long hair, dressed in a black suit, was speaking to Sister Alyssa with her back to me. I closed the door, and
she suddenly turned around. She had long, curled eyelashes, red lips, and white teeth; a beautiful Eastern European face
, she was a woman of about twenty.
I looked at the others; everyone else had arrived. Including the Dean of Students, Professor Kerr,
and over 130 others, the enormous dean's office was packed to the brim. All the male teachers in the university were
there.
"They're all here? Good. We already knew you wouldn't agree, so your appointment and dismissal documents
have been submitted. Sister, it's time for you to retire."
Two female international police officers, one on each side of the beautiful woman, stepped forward and displayed the nun's appointment and dismissal documents
to her. Then, the woman on the right stepped forward, as if to take the nun
away. The nun sighed and had no choice but to follow the police. "God will punish you," the nun
said with tears in her eyes as she left.
"I've been ordered to become the one to be punished." The girl turned back to look at the nun,
a hint of sorrow appearing on her face. "Thank you for nurturing me with such care, Sister. This is at least what I can
do for you."
Alisa suddenly understood the meaning in the girl's words, her face changing from grief and indignation to reluctance. "
God..."
We looked at each other, none of us knowing what had happened.
"Distinguished teachers, I am the new Dean, Claire Blair. This is my letter of appointment." Claire
turned around, displaying the documents in her hand. She hung the documents on the wall behind her, replacing...
Sister Lisa's letter of appointment. She tore a sheet of white paper on the table into pieces, drawing
a line on one of them.
"Hello. Here are one hundred and thirty-one slips of paper. I'd like you to draw one."
After a long pause, she turned around and handed us a large plate.
We looked at each other, unsure what to do. The Dean of Students, Mr. Wilson, broke
the silence first, taking the plate and drawing a slip. Mr. Kerr, who was closest to her, then drew one as well
, and so on, one slip each. When it was my turn, I stepped forward and drew a slip
. I opened it and saw a line clearly drawn on it.
"What is your name?" the Dean asked.
"Chen Qinhui," I replied.
"Teacher Chen, this is your UN appointment letter. Please sign it. As for you," I took the appointment
letter, a special license issued by the state. International police opened the door, and dozens of officers entered,
surrounding the other teachers. Suddenly, Claire pulled out a pistol and shot the head of student affairs dead. The other officers
also opened fire with machine guns. It was a massacre; only screams, no gunfire. Soon
, the screams stopped, and the walls were riddled with bullet holes. After the other teachers finally lay down, the police opened the door
, calling everyone outside in. They closed the door and began shooting each person in the head.
*Thud! Thud! Thud!
* Each shot was like a demon's horn, pushing me into the abyss of terror.
"The United Nations Special Act is a human experimentation act that includes
the decriminalization of sexual assault in specific areas. In other words, under limited conditions, sexual assault within this college is not a crime
. This is a special decriminalization law for sexual assault that your country has specially enacted for you, along with the Sexual Assault Victim Prevention
Act, which includes legislation to enforce sexual assault from freshman year to graduation, and
related to a fertility promotion program to prevent sexual dependence caused by post-traumatic stress disorder
. The Special Act is effective immediately. Mr. Chen, you have signed your appointment letter, and
you will be in charge of this project."
Claire unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her ample, white breasts. "You have been appointed to
formulate all school rules, stipulating every detail from the dean to the students, from admissions to graduation.
They are the school police, who will enforce the rules according to regulations, and those who fail will
suffer the same fate as these teachers, or you can decide their fate."
The teachers who usually taught and encouraged each other lay on the ground, blood still
flowing freely. Teachers with holes in their heads were dragged to the window, and the police threw them one by one off a cliff. A bare-chested woman knelt beside them, declaring that the state had ordered me to sexually assault 　　over 15,000 teachers and girls
from elementary school to university . 　　For a moment, I wanted to kill them. But murder is a crime. I watched them commit their crimes, watched 　　the head of discipline's eyes widen as he was thrown out the window, falling into a valley over a thousand meters deep. 　　"I am Claire Blair, and from now on, I am your Principal. I think you have all heard 　　my name; it was inscribed on the Wahlberg Monument last year as your distinguished 　　graduate. Now, I announce that from this moment forward, every member of this school 　　, including myself and the police officers you see here, will participate in a 　　plan to save humanity from destruction." 　　Claire was delivering her speech from the platform. Ten thousand students and teachers gathered in the castle 　　courtyard to listen to the Principal's address. Large gatherings are incredibly troublesome. Getting 15,000 people, from elementary 　　to university students, to sit quietly and listen to a lecture is a daunting prospect. 　　Mother Alisa, more concerned with student development than authority, 　　has never witnessed a full assembly in my two years of teaching at this school. 　　"Hmm, ha...hmm...uh-huh..." 　　Inside the principal's office, two naked women on the sofa rubbed each other's sensitive areas and 　　made excited sounds. I sat in my chair watching their performance. Today, we're going to teach everyone their first 　　law lesson. This was the consensus finally reached after countless arguments with Claire. 　　To ensure I could achieve my goal, Claire ordered these two policemen to perform a live sex act to 　　keep me excited. 　　But I was too nervous to speak. 　　—This is completely abnormal! 　　These two women awkwardly caressed each other, clearly lacking in sexual experience. In recent years 　　, the annual male birth rate has been less than one million, but more than six million female babies have been born. 　　Most boys, like me, grew up in the countryside, while these city girls have hardly 　　ever seen a boy growing up, let alone had any sexual experience. They awkwardly performed a live sex act while listening 　　to the lecture outside. I looked at the gun on the table; if I didn't follow the plan, they would kill 　　me and hire a group of male teachers to repeat the same trick. This was part of the plan. 　　"...Now you must understand that when you disobey Teacher Chen's will, 　　all the measures we take are legal based on the rights granted by the special law." 　　Now! I stood up, opened the principal's office door, and walked towards the square. 　　"From today onwards, your communication devices will be confiscated, your movements will be restricted, and 　　those who escape will be punished with unimaginable penalties. I promise that when you graduate from here, your 　　lives will be guaranteed, and you can live a better life." 　　I walked towards the crowd and randomly grabbed the hand of a girl on the outer edge. I glanced at her; I didn't know 　　her, but I knew that this pull would decide her fate. 　　"What are you doing?!" the girl shouted in terror, and I forcefully 　　dragged her towards the platform. The whole school was stunned. I dragged an innocent student onto the stage like that. 　　"Now, let's welcome Teacher Chen and the first demonstrator!" 　　"No, stop!! Ahhh!! Help!! You...get away!!" 　　The girl screamed and struggled violently. Two policemen stepped forward, lifted her legs, and dragged her onto the platform 　　. I started tearing at her uniform. The girl resisted fiercely, her strength almost too great to hold on 　　to. I pulled hard, and the buttons on her shirt popped off, revealing her snow-white skin.

Under the sunlight. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, with freckles on her face, about fifteen years old, her slender body
revealing faint muscle definition, indicating regular exercise.
"Do you know what you're doing?! I'm going to sue you, sue you to death!! Get away!!" *
Slap!* A stinging slap landed on my face, sending me staggering back
a step. The girl turned and stomped hard on my thigh, the pain making me kneel. The girl immediately stood up and
elbowed one of the policewomen in the chin, knocking her down.
"Student resisted fiercely! This is your final warning! If you don't set a good
example, we will carry out terrifying punishments!" "
You dare! I'll have my dad throw you in federal jail and let those rapists torture you to
death!" the girl yelled at Claire. I looked up at her, and suddenly a flash of starlight appeared before my eyes—I'd
been kicked in the chin. A sharp pain shot through my abdomen as she kicked me hard in the stomach.
"You pervert, die!"
The girl was about to kick me again when the police stopped her.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
Four policemen carried out something that only appeared in horror novels. It was a human-sized,
cocoon-shaped iron device that could be opened in two. It was usually filled with iron needles; once someone was locked inside and sealed
, their entire body would be pierced by the needles, and they would bleed to death within minutes.
The Iron Maiden. They planned to use the Iron Maiden to publicly execute this girl.
Hiss!
The girl's hands were bound with straps, followed by her feet. She didn't know what
was in front of her, only that it was a confinement device that would release her soon.
"What are you doing! Don't think I'll let you go... Ah!"
Seeing the inside of the Iron Maiden, the girl was stunned. The cocoon-like iron device was filled with iron needles;
there was nowhere to hide inside. Thinking of her fate if she were imprisoned inside, the girl's
voice trembled.
"...I was wrong, no, please! Please, let me go, I won't plead guilty, I don't want
this anymore!!"
To be executed simply for protecting her body—this was too perverse! Stop!
I struggled to stand up and stop it all, but from behind I saw the girl's figure disappear on
the other side of the Iron Maiden.
From my angle, I could see the back of the Iron Maiden, and through it, I saw fifteen
thousand people watching helplessly as the girl was bound to it, slowly and 　　brutally sealed, iron needles beginning to pierce her body. The crowd wore various expressions 　　of
astonishment 　　. Stop—
"
Aa ... 　　"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!" 　　Panic erupted in the crowd below. The police surrounding them fired shots into the air and used batons 　　to beat the fleeing students, driving them back to the central square. After a long while, the riot was suppressed. 　　The children sat on the ground, their legs weak, the Iron Maiden bleeding profusely before their eyes, fear gripping these 　　innocent children. I had regained my mobility and returned to the crowd. 　　"Ah!" 　　I saw a familiar figure in the crowd, and my body involuntarily moved towards her. As my 　　hand reached for her wrist, she looked at my approaching hand helplessly. She wanted to dodge, but 　　dared not, fearing she would become another mangled piece of flesh. When I grasped Phil's trembling 　　little hand, tears streamed down her face. I pulled her towards the podium; she was already sobbing uncontrollably 　　, her golden hair fluttering with her sobs, her entire body radiating a soft, animalistic grace 　　. 　　Two policemen pried open the iron virgin's clothes, and mangled pieces of flesh fell to the ground, eliciting 　　screams. 　　I began to undress Phil; she trembled with fear, letting me 　　strip her clothes off piece by piece. When she was completely naked, the policemen on either side held her hands, leaving 　　her exposed to the anxious sunlight and the gazes of the crowd. She was naked, and about to 　　be violated in front of the entire school. 　　They are innocent, but who among us is guilty? 　　Is it the lawmakers, the planners, us executing the plan 　　, or the police following orders? Or should we blame the meteorite that shouldn't have fallen 　　, or the scientists who failed to predict its trajectory? This is a concentration camp; we've become 　　Nazis, conducting human experiments for the sake of humanity's survival… 　　This is utterly unreasonable… 　　But isn't obeying the law a citizen's duty? 　　I want to protect them; at least, I hope to protect their lives as much as possible. 　　"Live." 　　As I licked her neck from behind, I felt a tremor. 　　"Huh?" Even her question conveyed fear. 　　"You must live," I whispered in her ear. 　　Suddenly, Phil fell like a doll with its strings cut, naked as I held her buttocks. I gripped her 　　buttocks with one hand and my penis with the other, aiming at her, and lowered my hips. 　　Phil cried, silently enduring my violation in front of everyone, only weeping 　　. Inside that cold yet warm vagina, I thrust desperately. I wanted to end this 　　nightmare quickly, 　　but the lack of ambiance prevented our vulgar adult film from reaching its end. I violated 　　her, looking at the iron virgin beside me, my hips unconsciously accelerating. 　　" 　　Mmm, mmm ahh ... 　　"Ouch!" 　　At that moment, the policeman who had grabbed her quickly plunged a syringe into her hand, drawing out a full syringe 　　of blood. As the syringe left Phil's arm, she collapsed to the ground.

School rules violated or murdered
—
Walburgh College, a private women's college, was built on a castle called Eldenburg.
This castle, covering 6,000 acres, was perched on a cliff. Initially, there was only a watchtower atop it
, but over the centuries, successive lords added to it, gradually transforming it into a magnificent structure. The
castle walls firmly enclosed the town below, making it a massive fortress capable of holding 5,000 people
. The only connection between the castle and the town was a drawbridge at the city gate. Because
it was built on a cliff, when the drawbridge was lowered, the castle was surrounded by towering cliffs,
giving it a commanding position and making it an unshakeable fortress for centuries.
During World Wars I, II, and III, Eldenburg remained untouched due to its remote location from the war zone
. After the three wars, it survived as one of the few castles untouched by aerial bombardment
. The Duke of Walter Burgh purchased the castle after the war and carved out
a living area in the cliff face, significantly expanding the castle's residential area to accommodate 45,000 people. The castle
boasts abundant underground water resources, underground pastures and farms, and above-ground forests, making it a self-
sufficient and enormous luxurious castle. Duke Walter Burgh originally intended to develop the area into an economic town,
but due to a sharp decline in population, he ultimately decided to transform the castle into a school, encompassing
elementary, middle, high school, university, and graduate programs, making it a prestigious campus coveted by the nobility
. After his death without children, the Duke donated his entire estate to the school, which
operates as a government-managed foundation. Walter Burgh Academy was not initially a girls' school;
it was only converted to a girls' school due to increasing difficulty in enrolling boys.
As long as the gates remained closed, no one could leave the thousands of feet of cliffs surrounding the castle. It was precisely this
unique geographical advantage that made Walter Burgh Academy the ideal location for this project.
Various sounds of clattering and crashing came from outside. The deceased teacher's belongings were being cleared and
discarded by the police, and the female teachers were forced to move into this dormitory.
These female teachers would take turns living here.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I turned on my computer screen, drying my hair as I opened another document.
'Research Notes of Biologist Hydra Monk:
When we discovered that the human birth rate was beginning to become unbalanced, it was in the winter of 2073.
I visited my friend in Moscow, the botanist Moslev Sadova. The Republic of Moscow
had discovered a severe imbalance in the male-to-female birth ratio and had announced a new law:
when a man marries upon reaching adulthood, if his wife's sisters are unmarried, he must marry them as well.
Moslev had long been infatuated with Misa and declared that he would marry no one else.' So when I saw Misa's sister,
Eva, at his house, I couldn't hide my surprise. Moslev and Misa had three daughters, and with Eva, one
daughter, but no sons. I had heard of a gender imbalance in Russia for a long time, but I hadn't heard of it being
this severe. When I returned home, I discovered that the male-to-female population ratio in my country was also beginning to become unbalanced. I
immediately began to study this phenomenon and discovered that it was the effect of a nuclear winter.
The nuclear dust caused by the meteorite impact covered the Earth's surface, and the sun became a childhood
memory for people of our generation. The entire Earth cooled, and because the whole world was as frigid as parts of Russia,
fertility conditions were similar to those in Russia, making it easier to have female babies. Scientists calculate that
the nuclear winter will last for approximately 30 to 50 years, hoping that humanity can safely weather this crisis
. March 5, 2074, Vancouver.
The sun shines brightly outside the window, a gentle breeze caresses the face—a beautiful day. Hydra Monk was
a great biologist, making significant contributions to scientific argumentation and providing many
methods for biological gene research, thus highly respected in the academic community. However, he did not live to see the nuclear winter
end. In 2075, due to the stalemate in the US-Canada war, a hydrogen bomb launched by the United States
exploded over Vancouver, reducing the entire city to ruins and securing victory for the unification of North America
. And this great biologist vanished into the annals of history.
I closed the electronic file of the research report and found a new email. I casually opened it
; it was Phil Shirley's medical report. The neutron scan results showed a boy, four days pregnant
, conceived four days prior during the "shock therapy." Blood and urine tests
showed identical results at the time of fertilization and during calm. Phil would be placed in the school's underground third section, designated as
the maternity ward for pregnant women. This report was of no help to our plan. Unless we recruited
another ten thousand students and raped a random person without their knowledge, we couldn't determine
if the same shock would result in a boy.
I've seen some horrifying reports and understand that what we're doing is necessary
, all for the survival of humanity. My first time was given to my student, who
became pregnant with my child in front of everyone she knew. Girls who conceive boys are called "flowerbeds," and
they are raped until they graduate from university, constantly giving birth as research samples.
Boys born here before the program ends are called "seeds." They will
grow up here, raping others to determine if male offspring born from sexual assault have a higher rate of male births.
My heart aches.
They did it on purpose. Just because I drew the lot, they deliberately killed all my colleagues in front of me
, isolated me from the sex world, made me a perpetrator in front of all the women in the school, and
isolated me as a perpetrator among the victims. The law robbed us of our right to love and our
obligation to act.
My heart aches. The perpetrators and victims suffer the same wounds; they deliberately made these
things happen to me, to make me extreme and cold-blooded. If I am too calm
, too resilient, then I am not the person they want—a normal person, a normal
person who becomes extreme when hurt. I will be killed, and they will replace me with someone else.
My heart aches. The perpetrators and victims suffer the same wounds; they deliberately made these
things happen to me, to make me extreme. I must be a normal person, an extreme normal person.
Only by doing this could I survive. This would be the disguise I had to wear until the plan ended
.
Knock knock.
"The door's unlocked, come in."
A policewoman opened the door. "Dean Claire wants to know your next move."
"My next move has been decided, please come here." I replied.
"Yes." She came in and tried to close the door, but I stopped her. Another policewoman by the door turned around, and I spoke to
her. "Come stand by the door," I said. "Yes." She answered simply, moving to
the door to stand guard.
The policewoman who knocked was a petite girl, her muscles subtly defined, clearly trained in combat
. She was of Asian descent, with crescent-shaped eyes, the kind that smiled sweetly. Sasha
Sayaka, that was the name engraved on her name tag. I suddenly stood up and began to undress her. "Ah!" she gasped, immediately attempting to resist, but her hand 　　stopped
abruptly as soon as it grasped my collar . 　　She was either being sexually assaulted or murdered. 　　The policewoman guarding the door drew her service weapon, but she pointed it at Sasaki Sayaka's head. 　　Sasaki's hand immediately stopped moving. I wrapped my arms around her waist, took the pistol from her waistband, 　　and pulled up her miniskirt, revealing her white lace panties. I began unbuttoning her shirt, 　　and by the second button, a white oriental bra appeared before my eyes. 　　Sasaki seemed to know her fate, silently closing her eyes. 　　I continued unbuttoning her shirt, deliberately slowing my movements. These murderers—I unconsciously 　　wanted to unleash my anger on them. Sasaki endured, and I deliberately dragged out the pace 　　. I unbuttoned all the buttons, then fastened the last one inside the second-to-last clasp. 　　Her bra had a shoulder strap; I took out scissors and cut it. With my right hand, I forcefully 　　pulled the bra down, revealing her bouncy breasts. Because I pulled it off to one side, only her left breast was fully 　　exposed, while half of her right breast was visible. I was extremely satisfied with this sight. 　　My scissors moved downwards, cutting a slit in her miniskirt, revealing her panties. 　　I continued cutting off her panties, and her private parts were revealed before my eyes. 　　"Ahhh!" 　　I continued to haphazardly snip her pubic hair with the scissors. 　　Snip! Snip! Clumps here, clumps there, pubic hair falling randomly to the ground. I felt incredibly satisfied 　　! I trimmed her pubic hair into a mess, then stood up and pinned her to the bed. 　　My towel fell off, revealing my trembling penis. I 　　tied Sasha's hands behind her back with a strap, her body at a ninety-degree angle to my back, just like Phil. I pulled up 　　her miniskirt, grabbed my hard penis, and began my assault on her virginity. I watched as my glans forced 　　open her vagina, and bright red blood flowed out. 　　"Ughhhhhhh!" 　　she screamed, the vaginas of Eastern women are much tighter than those of Western women. When I penetrated Phil 　　, I only felt a strong elasticity, but this policewoman's vagina 　　was even tighter than Phil's, the flesh inside felt like layers, each thrust requiring force to break through. 　　"Eeeeeee!!" When I encountered resistance, I thrust even harder. Because of the excessive force 　　, I felt my penis begin to ache. 　　Pain is always relative. The perpetrator and the victim suffer the same pain. As I felt 　　her pain, I couldn't help but wonder, how cruel could a person be to devise such a bill and 　　such 　　a plan? Would we, who must carry out this plan 　　, become equally cruel? 　　"Mmm...mmm...ahh ... 　　"Hmm~, ahh~ hmm~~ hmm hmm hmm hmm~~~" 　　I picked up the gun on the table, turned her face to the right, pressed the muzzle against her cheek, and 　　began thrusting rhythmically into her lower back. She tensed slightly when the muzzle was pressed against her cheek, and I began to feel 　　that familiar pleasure. 　　*Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!* 　　My crotch slammed against her buttocks, sending a jolt of stimulation through me. I wanted more, 　　to enjoy this body more. 　　*Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!* 　　"Hmm ahhh~, hmm~ hmm~~ ahhh~" 　　Sasha seemed to be getting used to it, her body responding to me as best it could. 　　"Ugh!! Ughhhhh!!!" 　　The relentless thrusting entered a rhythm that reached its peak, leaving my mind 　　blank. Pleasure surged from my groin, and I 　　devoured it like a starving beggar enjoying a free feast. This endless pleasure seduced my body, 　　driving me to crave more. I pressed harder on my penis. Finally, I sensed an impending 　　climax; my movements became rough, my emotions heightened. I felt as if I were back on the command platform, watching 　　the Iron Virgin rape Phil, but this time I only wanted to fuck her to death. 　　"Fuck you, you slut! Fuck you!" 　　I inexplicably wanted to swear, a blankness replacing my thoughts for a moment. 　　Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger. 　　My penis was fully inserted, semen gushing out in spurts. After a long while, I pulled out 　　, semen mixed with blood flowing down between my legs. At that moment, the policewoman lost control of her bladder. 　　The unsafed pistol fired a blank. 　　"No changing clothes, no wiping. You'll walk around the entire school like this, then call Claire 　　to see me." With that, I casually slung her pistol over my waist, turned, and went into the bathroom to wash her 　　soiled clothes. 　　School rule number two: no changing designated clothing 　　— 　　when Claire saw Sasaki standing at the dean's office door, a smile appeared on her lips 　　. Sashaqi's hands were tied behind her back, her shirt was buttoned askew, and her entire upper body was exposed. The straps of her bra 　　were cut off and ripped off, revealing her breasts clearly. The crotch of her miniskirt was cut off, and she wasn't wearing underwear 　　. Red, white, and yellow liquids were mixed together between her legs, and her sidearm was casually hung at her waist.

"Professor Chen wants to see you."
With that, Sasha fainted. Two policewomen took Sasha to the infirmary. If she
became pregnant with a boy, she would become another 'flower garden'.
Claire was overjoyed. She believed Chen Qinhui would complete her mission and avert
the crisis of humanity's extinction. She loved her country, swore loyalty to humanity, but more importantly, her
name, Claire Blair, would be as enduring as human history.
"Go find two students with good looks and figures," Claire
said to one of the policewomen. "Have them serve Professor Chen tonight."
Walking down the corridor, the girls and teachers looked at me with fear. I ignored their
stares and went into the cafeteria.
"Give me a meal," I said to the chef. Hearing my voice, the chef quickly
started cooking, and the two policewomen beside me each ordered a meal. I found
a seat, picked up a mushroom, and put it in my mouth. Sasha wasn't pregnant, so she
was sitting nearby, one of the two policewomen. Today's meal was mushroom and beef. I
forked a mushroom and put it in my mouth. I glanced at Sasha out of the corner of my eye and saw she was also looking at
me.
It was class time, and the kitchen was empty. The female teachers who had been in the dining room earlier
had hurriedly left as soon as I entered.
"Due to the nuclear winter, ninety-five percent of the sunlight is blocked." The difference between day and night on the Earth's surface
is almost indistinguishable. Large plants wither and decay, and ferns
cease growth due to a lack of chlorophyll. These plants will only revive when the sun shines again. Due to
the freezing of sea surfaces caused by a global average temperature of -53 degrees Celsius, algae cannot produce oxygen, and
the death of fish is incalculable. The extinction of life, especially tropical organisms, has reached an irreversible
point. Large mammals have become specimens only seen in museums, and polar bears have also
become extinct due to overhunting by Eskimos driven by their fear of food. Mold and mushrooms begin to grow in damp places
, drawing our attention. Finding food is becoming increasingly difficult, and the end of the world is quietly
approaching, while our research into food capable of feeding a billion people has only just begun.
In 2054,
Dr. Seiki Ichiji of Tokyo is hailed as the dawn of a century of darkness. He
saved humanity from extinction through his knowledge and mass production of mushrooms. Thanks to his research,
food can be rapidly mass-produced as long as there is enough decaying wood. The food sustains cattle, and humanity's staple food shifts from rice, wheat, and beef to mushrooms and beef
. With beef, the protein necessary for human survival is maintained. The vitamins that people lack
are also discovered one by one in several types of mushrooms.
During the century of nuclear winter, the earth, devoid of green vegetation, coupled with the extensive use
of natural gas, charcoal, and oil heating in the extreme cold, almost carbonized the atmosphere to a toxic degree. But
the apocalypse people predicted did not come. The nuclear winter caused soil and ash to cover
the earth's surface, helping green plants grow rapidly. Tropical rainforests,
especially ferns, which had been extensively logged before the disaster, grew dozens of times larger in just three years, with surface vegetation reaching
65%. Blue-green algae, the earth's largest provider of oxygen, which was predicted to be frozen, also
multiplied due to the scarcity of fish over the past century, continuing to provide abundant oxygen to the earth after the ice broke
. Thus, the oxygen content on the earth's surface gradually increased, restoring an environment suitable for human survival.
After the cataclysmic event, the earth returned to its primitive state. Ferns grew everywhere, and marsh gas permeated the countryside
, but no living creatures were seen moving about. Half of humanity is concentrated in semi-underground cities, relying on animal husbandry for
survival and using flying vehicles for transportation. Above-ground forests and underground farms and ranches have become
essential facilities for all cities. Nature's clutches have concentrated humanity in urban and rural areas untouched by swamp gas
.
Now, humanity faces extinction, and in response, humans have begun to cultivate other humans.
School rule number three: No keeping cell phones !
--
I was heading back to my room when I saw a female student in the classroom, about to use her phone. Sasha
immediately rushed into the classroom and shouted at the student,
"Give me your phone!" Sasha yelled.
"I don't want it!" the student cried, hurriedly hiding her phone behind her back, but Sasha grabbed it and
snatched it away. Once the Special Act for Human Survival gets out, the whole world will descend into chaos. If sexual
assault becomes a legitimate reason, women all over the world will live in hell, which is absolutely unacceptable
.
At least not for now.
The female student looked terrified because another policewoman drew her gun, intending to execute her.
In front of the entire class.
"Wait," I said, pressing the other policewoman's hand down. "I still have questions for her."
The female student looked at me, her eyes flashing with fear. She was Latina, with dark skin
, deep-set features, and long black hair. Her nose was high, and her eyes were dark and bright, reminiscent of
black pearls. She had a voluptuous bust and a pert bottom, her beautiful figure on full display. Because
mushrooms and beef are both low-fat foods, and everyone's food intake is limited,
the obesity problem common in the early 21st century is not so prevalent in the late 22nd century.
Almost every woman has a slender figure. This female student is slightly plump for a woman
, with a very voluptuous appearance; she's practically a sex symbol.
If she's killed, if the whole class panics, then the entire class might be killed
. I can't let that happen. The only way to save the female student... the only
way to save the entire class, the only way I can do now, is to turn this female student into
a 'flower garden'.
"Do you have another phone?" I asked.
"No." She was clearly calm. Although her eyes betrayed her, I could tell she was trying very hard
to remain calm. I admired her courage.
"Then," I reached out and pressed Sasaki's gun down as well, signaling them to put their weapons away, "
let's do a thorough check."

The policewomen began searching her desk and backpack. "That's all," Sasha reported 　　after everything had been thoroughly examined and laid out on the floor.
"What about here?" I reached out and grabbed her breasts. "I need to check thoroughly,"
Sasha said with a lewd grin as she watched the student being groped. I heard the entire class of women gasp
.
It was a dizzying sensation.
"Grab her," I said, and Sasha and another policewoman grabbed her hands.
I parted them, and with a tearing sound, a European-style bra appeared before my eyes. A European-style bra is
a more complete bikini, essentially just two pieces of fabric. I pulled her white top
back.
"Is there anything inside the bra?" I asked, and ripped her bra off.
"Stop!" Another student stood up as the girl's bare breasts popped out
. When everyone looked at her in surprise, she gave a guilty look. She was a
Caucasian girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her face had a cute yet mature charm; she was already a
young woman. This must be an eighth- and ninth-grade classroom; they were all probably under fourteen
, but their bodies were more mature than the last.
At that moment, two patrolling policewomen rushed into the classroom and, seeing this, stood by.
"Did you also steal a phone?" I asked.
"No, no!" she replied, quickly sitting down.
"Come here!" I pulled the gun from Sasaki's waist, eliciting a soft scream.
The girl panicked at the sight of the gun, and Sasha pulled her away.
"Take off her skirt for inspection!" I ordered the Latina student. The Latina student
didn't hesitate, pulling hard on the blonde girl's skirt. In her panic, she forgot
to unzip the hem, so the skirt got caught at her waist. Suddenly remembering the zipper, she pulled it
off forcefully, and her skirt fell to the ground.
"How can you inspect her while she's wearing underwear? Take it off!" I ordered the topless Latina student
.
The Latina student quickly pulled down the blonde girl's underwear, revealing her golden pubic hair
. I placed her on the table, handcuffed her to the table legs, and began my assault on her pubic area.
"Ughhhhhh!!" Caught off guard by the sudden loss of her virginity, the blonde student screamed. I heard
a commotion from the other classes on either side of the classroom. Just then, two more policewomen entered the classroom with the school doctor.
The school doctor was a beautiful Russian woman. She grabbed the blonde girl's hands, tied them to the device, and then
tied mine as well. This was a miniature neutron analyzer, used to analyze blood changes. Because
no signs of physical changes could be found in the blood drawn from Fils and Sasaki, they were
being examined with me this time.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ughhhhh!!"
the girl screamed. I twisted her shirt open with both hands, the buttons
snapping off instantly. I also ripped off her pink European-style lingerie. A fair-skinned
girl, completely naked except for a shirt draped over her shoulders, was being violated by me, her hands handcuffed to the table.
"Ugh, ahhhhh, ughhhh, ahhhhh!!"
the girl gritted her teeth, enduring the pain as I relentlessly assaulted her genitals.
*Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap*
"Ugh, ughhhh, ahhhhh!!"
The sound of our buttocks slapping against each other echoed. Lost in the pleasure, I thrust wildly. The girl shook her head in pain, her blonde hair
swaying, her breasts heaving with each impact.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh ugh ugh!!" * 　　Slap 　　,
slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap 　　,
slap, slap, slap* 　　" 　　Ugh 　　, 　　ugh
... 　　The Latina student was still in shock when I handcuffed her. The policewomen grabbed her, and I easily 　　handcuffed her hands in the same spot as the blonde girl. When I pulled down her skirt, 　　I saw her panties were wet. 　　Humph! You asked for it. 　　I pulled down her panties. When I inserted my penis into her vagina, I pushed it all the way in at once 　　. The wet vagina provided ample lubrication, making my penis move very easily. 　　Now it was my turn to be surprised. 　　"School doctor! Is sexual assault effective on non-virgins?" I turned to ask her. 　　"Whether it's effective or not, you'll know after you're done," the school doctor replied expressionlessly. 　　Sexual assault trauma 　　often manifests as anxiety, fear, self-harm, 　　and aggressive tendencies. Pathologically, the impact of sexual assault on children is significant. Abuse causes 　　permanent damage to a child's brain development, while sexual assault inflicts deeper damage, leading to instability in the limbic system 　　, decreased brain integration, and potential intellectual impairment. 　　Theoretically, if adolescents experience sexual assault while developing self-identity 　　, they may be unable to develop independence and may identify with the perpetrator, potentially 　　replicating similar lifestyles later in life and becoming perpetrators themselves once they gain power. 　　(2102 Harvard) 　　Sexual dependence disorder, 　　 proposed in 1970, is a mental illness characterized by paranoid behavior related to sexual activity. The main reason is that the 　　brain constantly secretes pleasure-inducing substances, leading people to engage in sexual activity in pursuit of greater pleasure. Using 　　unusual behaviors such as masturbation, prostitution, exhibitionism, and sexual pranks—behaviors that are not typically performed 　　—as the basis for diagnosis is the common academic approach. 　　Pathologically, the evidence for sex dependence is weak; if sex dependence is diagnosed purely academically, then...

The pathologization of repeat offenders' behavior will create more social phenomena, hence the ongoing controversy surrounding sex addiction research
. "
I looked at the data sent by experts from the United Nations, and my heart ached more and more. If I
caused permanent harm to these students, they would only become the root of evil in society. According to
statistics, many victims of sexual assault who did not receive timely treatment became repeat offenders of assault or murder,
with far-reaching negative consequences. I was ordered to ruin the students' lives, or I would be the one to die. Living
means more sin, and dying doesn't lessen the sin either." The plan specifically mentioned sex addiction
because individuals with sex addiction become addicted to masturbation and sexual arousal, exhibiting an
abnormal obsession with sexual intercourse, making it impossible to establish a sexual assault. Individuals with sex addiction must be treated; there is no data
showing a relationship between sex addiction and sexual assault.
According to data, these victimized students can return to normal lives with proper treatment
, which is my small hope for their future.
I woke up groggily, glanced at the clock—it was 1 p.m. My life was completely chaotic.
I didn't teach to avoid my students becoming "flower gardens" in a few weeks. I overestimated my self
-control, and when I found my body unable to resist the pleasure of sex, I felt immense fear about my behavior
. Originally, I had some interaction with the teachers in my grade. But
after Claire appeared, the male teachers died, and the female teachers became afraid of me.
I was isolated, with no one to talk to.
This was exactly what they wanted—to put men on the verge of collapse, making them mentally unstable and prone to wantonly harming the women around them
. Any man in this state
would lose all self-control. I sat in front of the computer, opened my email, and looked at the new messages.
The Latina girl I raped last time was named Avira Noisa, and the blonde girl implicated was named Sakena
Archie. Sakena unfortunately became pregnant; neutron scans revealed
her chromosomes were X, a girl. Avira was not pregnant. There's a period during which women can't
get pregnant, commonly known as the safe period.
I looked at the plan and the reports. I had to increase the number of virgins I sexually assaulted; the sample size was too small
. But I was wasting time. What is the birth ratio of male babies resulting from sexual assault? Although it seems to
be one to one now, no one can guarantee that it's not all accidental. This semester, at least ten "flowerbeds" need to be created
. This is the first step of the plan: to ensure that sexual assault is positively correlated with the male birth rate
. If the increase or decrease in the male birth rate has no effect on sexual assault, then the plan will be terminated immediately.
If it's terminated, that would be great.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Before I could answer, the door opened.
"Sasaqi, is something wrong?" I looked up and saw Sasaqi walk in.
"Are you alright? You've seemed quite down these past few days." Sashaqi entered the room carrying a bowl of mushroom soup
. "This is soup I made; I have something to tell you. Please have some soup." Sashaqi placed the soup
on my desk. I stood up, walked to the desk, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and took a sip. This mushroom soup
tasted a little different; it tasted strange and smelled a bit sour. If mushrooms aren't
prepared properly, they can have a rotten wood smell, but this wasn't the kind of rotten wood smell I usually smell.
"This taste..." I looked up; Sashaqi was standing beside me, watching me.
"Isn't it good?" she asked.
"No, it's very special," I said. "How did you make it?" I asked. I lowered my head, scooped up another spoonful of soup
, and tasted it. This soup was made with king mushrooms. The king oyster mushroom has
another name in China: king oyster mushroom.
"I use it to masturbate."
I was startled and looked up at Sasha. Sasha's eyes became hazy, revealing
an expression that seemed very thirsty. She licked her lips, reminding me of the day I sexually assaulted Sakena and Avira; she
had the same expression on her face the moment she learned I was about to sexually assault the students.
"After I was so excited I was practically dripping wet, I stuffed it all the way in. Whether I was standing or sitting, it
kept rubbing against my vagina, making me itchy and numb, almost making me faint. I could feel it
absorbing water and swelling inside me, just soaking there until the morning when I put the fully softened mushroom
into the beef broth." Sasaki unbuttoned her shirt, one button at a time, from her collarbone, her breasts,
until her police shirt was completely open, revealing her two mounds hanging down naturally. She pulled up her skirt, revealing
what lay beneath. Her pink silk panties bulged downwards, clearly showing something inserted into her vagina. Another
large, small mushroom.
"If you want more, there's more here. It's cooked! I'll put it back in when it cools down
. Warm and slutty. Mmm, ah~" Sasaki twisted her waist, letting out seductive moans
.
I swallowed hard.
"You've been calling me by the wrong name all along! My name isn't Sasaki Sayaka, it's Sasaki
Sayaka." Sasaki Sayaka had an open blue police shirt draped over her shoulder, her two
mounds of flesh full of elasticity, her pink breasts faintly visible through the shirt. Sasaki Sayaka
lifted her miniskirt, grabbed my left hand with both hands and placed it against her lower body, using my
hand to push and squeeze the stem of the giant mushroom through her underwear, massaging her genitals.
"My name is Sayaka. This body belongs to you! I use my body as your kitchenware, and I also
want to be your toy, your sex toy. Sayaka wants you
to play with me excessively, intensely, and freely, to dominate my body, mind, and spirit, because Sayaka gets
excited when she sees you violating other people's bodies."
Pornography couldn't even begin to describe the woman I saw. Sexual addiction, the word surfaced in my
mind. My penis was inserted into her vagina, my fingernails and knuckles touching. Then
she knelt down, offering her handcuffs.
--School
Rule Four: No Skipping Class (Part 1)
--Sexual
assault doesn't cause the brain to release pleasure substances, meaning that lewdness is innate. Involuntarily
, I had a wicked thought.
*Thud!*
The policewoman outside was visibly surprised. Sayaka's uniform was wide open, her skirt lifted, revealing
a protruding object in her underwear. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back, gripping my identification badge, and a belt was around her neck.
She walked ahead, and I followed behind. Her vaginal fluids were clearly visible flowing from between her legs. We
patrolled the streets like this, and every policewoman we saw came.
The Walberg Women's Academy's campus was located beneath a castle. The area beneath the castle had been hollowed out, creating a circular
area surrounding it. The side facing the sun served as the school buildings, while
the side facing away from the sun housed farms, ranches, storage rooms, and wine cellars. The entire area, from a cliff over a thousand
meters high down to a height of over five hundred meters, had been hollowed out—a magnificent
structure. Looking up from the river surrounding the castle, the magnificent outer perimeter is visible during the day, and at night,
lights illuminate the cliffs. The entire residential area spans approximately ninety floors, capable of accommodating 45,000 people
, but currently only thirty floors, housing about 15,000, are occupied. The stone flooring provides warmth in winter and coolness in summer, making it
very comfortable. The first and second basement floors are for faculty and staff, and further down are student dormitories.
"Aaaaaah!!"
Entering the university dormitory, I had Sayaka open each door. It was during class time
, and university students were usually still in the classrooms and student lounges on the ground floor. Upon entering the dormitory
, we spotted our target in the third room.
She was a white woman with short white hair. Her features were deep-set, resembling those of an Eastern European; she was likely
German.
I went inside, took out the gun from Sayaka's waist, and pointed it at the female college student.
"Suck it, make me feel good." I made Sayaka kneel in front of her and pulled out my penis. She opened
her cherry-like mouth and took it in herself. I used my belt to encircle her ears and pulled her back forcefully
. She was forced to take it all the way in, her two small hands slapping my feet. I pulled even harder,
shoving my entire penis into her mouth. Gradually, she stopped struggling, and I felt her tongue begin to wriggle, waves of pleasure
surging from between my legs.
The college student was stunned, stammering for a long time without being able to speak.
She was a tall woman with short white hair and very defined features. She was wearing a light
yellow short-sleeved t-shirt and white lace panties, her large breasts fully exposed. Below her waist, there wasn't an ounce
of excess muscle; her entire body exuded the aura of a mature woman.
Unlike the immature junior and senior high school students, this was a lewd body. The thought that
after I penetrated her, she might become as perverted as Sayaka filled me with uncontrollable excitement. I held
Sayaka's head, happily twisting my hips.
Glug! Glug! Glug! Glug!
Sayaka took my penis into her mouth, teasing it with her lips and tongue, moving her head back and forth
to give my penis a pleasure different from sex. Occasionally, I would impulsively grab her head
and shake it back and forth, enjoying the pleasure of controlling her body for my own amusement. This was a different kind of sex. The vagina
is still, tightly enveloping the penis, producing frictional pleasure as the hips move
. But the mouth is wide, relying solely on the movement of the lips and tongue to generate pleasure. Sayaka knelt on the ground
performing oral sex on me, her upper body completely naked, wearing only underwear on her lower body, the bulge clearly visible beneath the underwear,
revealing the stem of her large and small mushroom.
Sexual assault does not cause the brain to release pleasure substances, meaning that promiscuity is innate.
School Rule Four: No Skipping Class (Part 2)
--
The girls' dormitory is a long room with four single beds and desks side by side. The four single beds
are placed horizontally towards the center, with a desk on the right side of each bed, and a wardrobe behind the desk. A large television was embedded in the wall on the right side of the room
. The dormitory was exquisitely decorated,
showcasing the taste of the students. Like some other dormitories, the furnishings had been rearranged
. The single beds were arranged in pairs, with the desks facing away from the beds. Because the fragmented space had been combined
, the room appeared larger than usual.
We barged into the girls' dormitory, and Sayaka knelt before a female university student, performing oral sex. Her
behavior was extremely wanton, exceeding what a girl should be like when aroused. She was now sucking
and spitting out my penis, while simultaneously licking the urethral opening and glans with her tongue. I couldn't calmly
analyze Sayaka's mental state; I just felt that this was good. If she seduced me, then
it wouldn't be considered a crime, right?
This kind of thinking is dangerous. If someone leaves their money on a public table and I reach
for it, that's a crime. Her seduction and my violation of her body are two different things, but I have
no desire to resist this blatant crime.
This is just too good. I want to enjoy it as much as I can.
"Come here!" I raised the gun in my hand, pointing it at the female college student watching. She trembled,
as if she had just woken from a nightmare. "Come here!" I hooked the gun, gesturing for her to come over.
"Hmm?" She made a trembling sound, swallowing hard, bewildered.
"Mmm~ mmm~ mmm~ chu! mmm!" Sayaka licked my penis while looking at me.
"Come here, do as she does," I commanded her.
The woman knelt timidly on the ground and crawled over. Her face was filled with resistance and humiliation
. I pushed Sayaka away, making her face me. Looking down, all I could see was white hair, beauty
, and large breasts.
I swallowed hard. Sayaka didn't move away completely. She spat out my penis and then
licked it from the side. She boldly stuck out her tongue, pressed my penis upwards with her face, and then
licked from the base of my penis to the glans, pressing it against her nose and cheek, and then downwards.
I pointed my gun at the female student's head; she cried, but she began to do as I said.
The pleasure from my penis turned into an indescribable stimulation; the two women's faces were pressed against my penis
, their tongues stimulating it up and down. Previously, when one person was licking, they could only lick the front and not the back
. Now, with two people licking in different ways, the stimulation was continuous, bringing my excitement to
its peak.
"Keep licking, whoever stops I'll kill!" I ordered, but my penis remained pressed against the female student's
head. Not long after, I ejaculated. Because they continued licking, when they reached the glans...
At that moment, semen shot onto my face, forehead, and eyes, and when they licked it down their noses
, it shot onto my bangs.
*Plop! Plop! Plop! Splat! Plop!*
This time, due to the continuous stimulation from the two women, I ejaculated in greater quantities
and for longer than usual.
After a while, my orgasm subsided. But my excitement didn't diminish; my penis remained
erect. I grabbed the two women by the hair and threw them onto the bed by the window.
"Strip her naked and handcuff her behind her back," I ordered the policewoman beside me.
Three policewomen came over; one helped the woman undress, one helped her take off her pants, and one
handcuffed her. The tall, blonde Russian beauty walked past the police and came to me. The school doctor helped her and
me attach the neutron scanner. In the blink of an eye, the woman was completely naked, handcuffed behind her back,
lying curled up on her side, crying. Ignoring her reaction, I turned around and asked, "School doctor?"
"What is it?" The Russian beauty stood up and turned around.
"Is she ovulating now?" I asked.
"We're not an obstetrics and gynecology department; we don't have the equipment to check hormones," the school doctor replied expressionlessly.
She bent down, closer to the female student. "When was your last period?" The female student cried miserably
and didn't answer. The school doctor turned to look at me and shook her head.
"For the accuracy of the experiment, you'd better find an obstetrics and gynecology specialist or equipment."
The school doctor nodded and operated the electronic instrument.
Although I didn't know if she was pregnant, I still wanted to have sex with her. I spread the female student's legs
, making her face me. Her hands were pinned under her body, her weight squeezing the handcuffs
, causing her wrists excruciating pain. She was powerless to resist. I held her
waist, my glans pressing against her vulva, and with a forceful thrust, I entered her body immediately.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeahhhh!!"
A breath was penetrated deep inside her; even a mature body could feel the tightness of her private parts
. Her anus was tight, feeling like a young girl's. It turns out, no matter how old a girl is, this is the only
part that doesn't grow.
"Ugh, ahhh, ahhhh!"
Unlike the girls I'd violated before, her vagina was tight and elastic, and
after a few thrusts, it started to go smoothly. Sayaka was masturbating beside me with her own penis, making
lewd sounds.
Glug! Glug! Glug!
"Does it feel good? Such an elastic cunt!" I asked her, and she shook
her head vehemently in denial.
"Ugh!! Uhhh!! Ugh! Ughhhh!"
Although she desperately denied it, her lewd moans and groans betrayed her.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
Her vagina felt amazing, each thrust creating a beautiful melody. Her
penis was tightly wrapped around her penis, but the penetration was very smooth. Every time you enter, you can
feel the wonderful touch of making love.
Guzi! Guzi! Guzi! Guzi!
"Hmm~Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
being to to to to To to to to to to to to to to to to to to to to to to to themselves use for her to feel." Her eyes began to look blank, her pupils dilated
, tears and saliva overflowed, and she was lost in pleasure.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" She climaxed.
After the climax, she collapsed on the bed. I lowered the gun and continued to move my hips,
happily sharing my ministrations. I signaled, and the policewoman next to me came over to unlock her handcuffs.
I saw bright red indentations on each of her wrists. After her hands were released, she gently embraced
mine.
"Mmm~ mmm~ mmm~ mmm~"
she began to moan softly.
"How is it? Is it good? If you want it to be even better, squeeze tighter!"
These words were like a spell; I immediately felt my legs tighten at my command.
I expressed my pleasure by twisting my hips, and she responded with moans.
"Aaaaaah!!" A girl screamed outside the door. I turned around. A brown-haired woman
stood at the door, holding a book and a pencil case. She was clearly the screaming girl, and looked like her classmate,
having just come back to the dormitory to get something after class.
"Bring her in," I said.
The woman was roughly subdued by the policewoman, the book and pencil case falling to the ground, and she was brought in.
I had my lower body inserted into the woman on the bed, grabbed her collar with both hands, and ripped her t-shirt
open with a tearing sound. I ripped off her bra; her hands were pinned down, and she was powerless to resist, only able to turn
her head to the side. I continued to tear off her skirt.
A sanitary napkin was clearly visible on her underwear.
I pulled out my penis, ripped off her underwear, grabbed her onto the bed, and
laid her between Sayaka and the white-haired woman, immediately penetrating her.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"
the woman screamed, struggling, but I thrust in with pleasure. Sayaka was masturbating with her large penis inside her
; I reached out and pulled it out, inserting the head of my penis.
"Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh!"
The sharp pain from the sights made Sayaka scream, but her face was full of pleasure. I
inserted the large and small mushrooms into the German woman's vagina, the gun, penis, and large and small mushrooms simultaneously violating
three women.
"Eeeaaaaaaahhhhhh, ugh!!!! Eeeaaaaaahhhhh!!" The woman beneath me
cried out in pain.
"Ugh, ugh ugh ugh!!" Sayaka made sounds between pain and pleasure
.
"Ugh~ ugh~ ugh~ ugh~ ugh ugh~" The German woman moaned with pleasure.
Each time I inserted, the gun and mushroom went in simultaneously; each time I pulled out, the gun and mushroom came out simultaneously
. I was simultaneously raping three mature bodies, the pleasure reaching its peak.
"Ugh!!"
I ejaculated. But I couldn't tell who had brought me to orgasm. I
switched the brown-haired woman's position with the German woman's, penetrated the German woman until I ejaculated, then switched the German woman's position with Sayaka's.
Sayaka was being penetrated. The German woman screamed as a gun was inserted into her. I ignored her screams and
continued thrusting my hips, fucking Sayaka.
"Aaaaaah, aaaaah, ahaaaah!!!"
"Hmm~ Hmm~~ Hmm~~ Hmm~~~"
"Ahhh!! Ahhhhh!!! Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!!"
I couldn't tell if they were screaming or moaning; they were all caught in a vortex of pleasure.
Finally, hot semen shot into Sayaka's body. Satisfied, I pulled out the gun and the large and small mushrooms
, my penis remaining warm inside Sayaka's body.
I looked around; the policewomen were exchanging glances. Some policewomen had flushed faces, while others were
deathly pale. I pulled out my penis. The school doctor was examining the German woman when, suddenly, caught off guard, the brown-
haired woman rushed towards the window. I, being the closest, reached out and grabbed her, leaving only a red claw mark on her waist.
The brown-haired woman ran to the window, broke it, and jumped. None of the policewomen in the room had time to react
. I, being closest to the window, ran over and clung to the windowsill. I saw a naked body
fall helplessly amidst shards of glass, landing on the hard rock in a shower of sparkling starlight, rolling
down to the riverbank below. Blood stained the river red. The body's posture was severely contorted and
unnatural, like a doll crushed by a heavy sledgehammer.
The end of joy was tragedy; my heart felt as if it were being twisted together by two powerful hands.
"This was just an accident, you don't need to blame yourself too much. On the contrary, you should be happy because we
've taken another step closer to completing the plan." Claire got up from her seat and walked to her desk,
leaning against it. I held my teacup in both hands, head down, silent. "I've already given the order;
from now on, they'll handcuff the people you're going to sexually assault to a solid object, and this won't happen again
. Go back! This is none of your business."
I got up, left the dean's office, and headed towards my dormitory.
--School Rule Five 　　:
Handcuff the person you're assaulting-- 　　It was recess time, and many students were moving through the corridors. Because the college uses a consistent teaching method 　　, whether it's the first year, ninth year, or university, the same classroom is used for biology classes 　　. The students didn't have their own classrooms. When they weren't in class, they would 　　rest in places like the library, the square, or the cafeteria while waiting for class. I walked smoothly, and the students all kept their distance from me 　　to avoid being caught in the crossfire. I planned to go back to my room, but perhaps driven by guilt, 　　the faces of the victims flashed through my mind. 　　Morgan Audra, the woman I raped, and Flacchi Daluka from India, 　　the woman I raped who committed suicide—both had XY fertilized eggs found in their fallopian tubes. The school doctor 　　didn't even spare the corpses; after transporting them back to the infirmary, she still examined them. She 　　dissected the body, removed the fertilized eggs, found a female student, and implanted them into her uterus to continue the 　　experiment. The idea that male embryos are more precious than female lives, though commonplace in Chinese history 　　, is still beyond the comprehension of our ancestors, especially considering the extent to which human life is treated so lightly. 　　Flachi Daluka's reason for suicide was simple: she planned to return home after graduation 　　to marry her fiancé, a member of the same aristocratic class. In India, men do not marry women without hymens 　　. Losing her virginity, Flachi felt her reason for living had been utterly destroyed, and in anger, she decided to 　　commit suicide. 　　The planned male-to-female ratio has reached three to one, compared to the global ratio of one 　　to six, a miraculous victory for the experimental project. However, we only roughly know the process and the result 　　, not the reason. What exactly happens during the rape of women by men? We kept 　　collecting various samples, but still couldn't find the answer. Can a woman give birth 　　to a boy after being raped? This question will only be known after they give birth. The current infant sampling 　　rate is still insufficient; we must generate more samples. 　　"Hey! You devil! God will not forgive you for what you've done!" A student 　　blocked my way, blocking my thoughts. 　　"Do you really know what you're doing? As a teacher, shouldn't you protect your students 　　? What good does it do you to hurt and kill people like this! Do you really like this? 　　" I 　　was immediately subjected to a barrage of insults. Looking closely, I saw it was an eighth-grade student. She 　　had a refined appearance; she was probably British or Australian. Her eyelashes were curled, her eyes wide and open, and her 　　expression was undeniably cute. I scrutinized her figure blatantly; she had a standard bust but a pert bottom 　　. My gaze seemed to add fuel to the fire, and the girl's eyes blazed with anger. 　　"Are you even human? After all you've done, is all you see in women's bodies? You 　　stud, you dog!" 　　"Let's play a game. Let's see who's the devil," I said, grabbing 　　her right arm. 　　"Bring everyone here," I said, turning to the female police officer accompanying me. 　　I dragged the girl down the corridor, easily finding her 　　classroom by looking at her student ID number on her uniform. I gripped her arm tightly. Escorted by the policewoman, she couldn't break 　　free and let me drag her along, still cursing me, her tirade growing louder with each passing moment. 　　"You trash, scum, degenerate! How will you face the world after this?!" 　　As I dragged the British girl into her next history classroom, not all her classmates had 　　arrived; they were still arriving in small groups. Some students 　　tried to run away when they saw the policewoman gathered outside, but were quickly brought into the classroom. Others, out of curiosity, wanted to know what was happening 　　, and seeing me holding the girl on the platform with nothing happening, they sat down dejectedly 　　. 　　The bell rang, and the teacher entered the classroom, froze when she saw me, and stood motionless at the door. 　　"Teacher, because your student insulted me, I'm going to rape your student in this class, so 　　you're done here. You can go home now." I deliberately said this so everyone, including the teacher, could hear. 　　The historian was a beautiful, intelligent woman with long hair, and today she was dressed in a comfortable-looking long dress.

The skirt. She was terrified when she heard what I said. She looked at the whole class, who looked at her
with pleading eyes. Dozens of pleading eyes were like a signal of fear; the history teacher, clutching his
heavy books, ran away in a panic.
"You said teachers should protect students, where is your teacher now?" I looked at the English girl.
"You pervert, you're insane! You'll die a horrible death!" the girl continued to curse
me without restraint, but soon her cursing stopped. The whole class looked at her with reproach, and when she
noticed their gazes, she realized she was in trouble.
Her classmates were hostile towards her behavior.
"Who is her best friend?" I asked.
For a moment, no one dared to admit it.
"Alright, let's find out who your best friend is. Is it you?" I walked over to a
classmate, who quickly shook her head. "Is it you?" I pointed to another classmate, who also quickly
denied it.
"She doesn't have any friends."
"Yeah!"
"Yeah! She doesn't have any friends!"
I don't know who started it, but the classmates, to protect themselves, all said they had nothing to do with her.
The girl on the stage had an incredulous expression. Her eyes were clearly looking in a certain
direction, but the students in that direction avoided making eye contact with her.
"That's easy!" I turned to the whole class. "Because she insulted me, someone in this class must
be raped. But I am asking for volunteers. If you want to be raped on her behalf, just sit where you are
. I will guarantee her safety. After I ejaculate on you, it will be fine. If you want her to be raped
, take off your uniform, underwear and skirt, and throw them to the stage with your own hands. As long as I finish her smoothly
, I guarantee your safety." I walked to the podium.
"There are forty students in a class. As long as one of them is willing to protect you, you will be safe. How
about it? Is it good for you?" I whispered to the British girl.
"You have to make a decision quickly! I don't care who I raped!" I
shouted to all the women in the class.
At the beginning, a girl reluctantly took off her uniform,
walked onto the stage with her fair body exposed, and placed her uniform on the podium. "I'm sorry," she said to the British girl. Like
a stone breaking a puddle and creating ripples that couldn't be calmed, the students quickly stripped off their uniforms
and returned to their seats naked. Within three minutes, my vision was filled with flesh-colored flesh
.
"What to do? Your classmates aren't helping you!" All the girls in the class were naked, except
for one standing on the stage. I reached out to remove her clothes, but she pushed me away.
"Disgusting...pervert! Get away!" The female student started to run away, and the policewoman tried to subdue her, but
I stopped her.
I chased her for a minute, but still couldn't catch her.
"Because of her resistance, I'm sorry, classmates! Strip off their underwear and handcuff the whole class
!" After I finished speaking, the policewoman stepped forward and began to act.
A commotion erupted in the class. Some female students covered their private parts, attempting to escape, but
were handcuffed one by one by the well-trained policewomen, their underwear pulled down, and handcuffed to their seats. The policewomen
drew their guns, effectively preventing the female students from resisting. The British girl was also handcuffed;
she was the only one in uniform, making her stand out.
"Wait a minute," I stopped a short-haired female student who offered no resistance as the policewoman was about to
handcuff her. She was an Asian student, petite and very cute. Her
breasts were slightly perky, with pink nipples, exuding an alluring aura. Her eyelashes were curled, and her bright eyes
expressed her fear. Compared to Westerners, her skin was exceptionally beautiful, so smooth
it made one want to touch it. I grabbed her chin, lifting her face to examine it closely. Her nose
was round and soft, her cherry-like lips particularly intriguing.
"Do you want to be fucked?" I asked her. She shook her head.
I pulled down my pants, revealing my hard penis.
"If you want to be fucked, turn around and hug the table; if you don't want to be fucked, kneel down and lick my penis."
The girl knelt down, timidly licking my penis.
*Chirp! Chirp! Ptooey! Chirp!*
The girl knelt down, performing a lewd act in front of the whole class.
*Chirp! Ptooey! Chirp! Chirp! Ptooey!
* Some girls, including the British girl, began to sob quietly.
As the Eastern girl became aroused by licking my penis, I lifted a blonde female student's legs
and unceremoniously inserted them. The straps, convenient to carry, were also used as handcuffs. The students
' hands were handcuffed to the chair legs by the straps, while their feet were handcuffed with iron handcuffs. I only needed to grab
one of their legs, and their tender vaginas would be aligned with my penis. With a thrust of my hips,
I entered them without even needing to hold the head.
"Do you know why I'm doing this to you? Because your classmates forgot to respect their teachers!" *
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!*
Amidst the students' sobs, I raped them one by one. One after another,
the next one finished. By the end of history class, I had lost count of how many people I'd slept with;
my groin was covered in blood, looking horribly gruesome.
When class ended, I asked a policewoman for handcuffs and took the Oriental girl back to my dorm.
Opening the door, I found Sayaka, completely naked, sitting on the bed masturbating.
I closed the door and walked outside. Suddenly, a woman carrying sheet music rushed out
of the dorm, running towards the classroom. She closed the door with her back to me, then a second later, she lunged into my arms
. When she saw my face clearly, she was startled. I looked at her backlit face
—it was an oval face. I moved closer, and she backed away, but finally, I
slapped her hard with my left hand, stopping her outside her door.
My fingers slid from her blouse down to her throat, lifting her chin. The mature woman before me
trembled with fear, her beautiful eyes betraying her terror. I lowered my head and licked
her neck, clearly hearing her deep breaths. A faint fragrance wafted from her hair, her breasts pressed against
my chest, her alluring body encased in her suit. I smiled, withdrawing my fingers from her ear...
Next to Dolphin, to my left, was a man with a firm erection, boarding the helicopter. She was Sadie, the music teacher,
who thought she was going to be raped by me because she bumped into me. Actually, I was just teasing her because she was shy
. Although teachers could be potential partners, if I got a teacher pregnant and turned her into a "flower
garden," it would affect the students' learning until the next music teacher was chosen.
I had other things to do. I walked to the helipad at the end of the corridor, where a helicopter was
waiting for me.
"You can go have her, I can wait." Claire sat in the helicopter seat,
watching the whole thing with great interest.
"No, let's go." Claire reached out and pulled me into the helicopter cabin.
Claire, along with two policewomen and two female students, would be on the same helicopter as me. Claire and I
exchanged glances, a polite greeting, before my gaze fell upon her bare chest. Claire wore
a black, waist-length, deep-V dress, the wind ruffling her ample breasts. Claire was actually
part of the plan, but for reasons different from the teacher's, I never laid a hand on her. I had witnessed
her kill, and I feared she would use it as an excuse to kill me. Claire was indeed very dutiful, frequently
selecting female students for my room. Most of the time, I simply sent them back to class,
but these two were different.
The engine emitted a very faint, high-pitched whistle as the turbojet helicopter lifted vertically off the ground. Because of
the fatality, Claire had to return to the United Nations for a report. Claire didn't cause any trouble, but
she had to provide a personal testimony, and then her superiors would handle the follow-up matters.
The body had already been transported to the UN agency, and the rest would be handled by the UN. Claire
would be studying with me later. The course mainly covered the experts' further
analysis and research reports. Another key part of this study was that the authorities would release the previous
scholars' research process for our reference. New students would be admitted next semester to conduct new
experimental projects. As the number of seeds increased, the results of the experiment were largely finalized:
women all over the world were condemned to despair by God. And we were there to suppress despair; that was
the purpose of this study and conference. The female police officer accompanying me was there to monitor me, while the female students came to satisfy
my lust. I ripped open a female student's blouse and buried my face in her tender breasts. Claire
especially liked sending female students to me to violate in front of her.
"Ah!!"
Glug! My penis entered her cunt and I started fucking her.
--School
Rule Six: Regular study is the teacher's responsibility--
"
Uh-huh, ah-huh, please, no... Ah! I won't do it again, uh-huh, ahhh!!
Uh-huh ahhhhhh!!"
She cried out in pain, begging for mercy and struggling, only to be met with gunshots. After that, she could only accept
the reality of being violated by me, moaning in pain. The helicopter emitted a very soft whistling sound, and the air
hitting the airtight glass made a slow sound. The disheveled child stood with her back to me, her buttocks
clearly connected to the weapon. The girl, covered in red blood, lay with her legs spread wide, facing
the black-clad, devilish headmistress, her victimized state laid bare before her eyes. I performed this assault show in front of Claire
, who watched with a gleeful contempt. After
ejaculating inside her, I threw her onto the footrest. The girl, her back to me, leaned against the floor, sobbing softly
, white semen gushing from her groin. Claire, seemingly finally
satisfied, turned listlessly to look out the window.
I grabbed the female student and made her lick my genitals. This student was the
English girl's classmate. I chose them so that the girl who had rebuked me would watch
her classmates go to hell one by one. It was to teach her manners, and she certainly understood. As I
raped her classmates one by one before her eyes, her pupils reflected their
weeping faces, and she stopped uttering her boasts—it was incredibly satisfying.
Holding the girl's head, I looked out the window.
The helicopter was flying, at an altitude where it was impossible to breathe with the window open. Not too
high, but too low. We were flying almost touching the ground because we had to get
to Switzerland, and we didn't know if the resupply station still existed, so we needed to conserve energy. There
was rising toxic gas here, making the flight less strenuous. Generally, you can tell
the current state of the air by its color. Right now, it was purple toxic gas, indicating the presence of man-eating ferns nearby. If the air is white
, it indicates a large number of flesh-eating spores nearby. If the air above the ground is colorless and transparent,
then we must immediately take flight. Both hydrogen sulfide and methane gas can
cause engine explosions and crashes due to sparks from turbines. Various colors of toxic gases exist in the wild, which is why
humans mostly concentrate in towns.
Of all the toxic gases in the wild, the most terrifying is flesh-eating spores. The spores of flesh-eating spores
are white and appear as a white fog when blown by the wind. When the spores attach to animals
, they erode the animal's tissues, releasing paralyzing toxins in the process, and new
spores will multiply within two days. The infected organisms are paralyzed and lose their sense of pain, helplessly
watching their flesh being devoured by the spores, eventually bleeding to death. When the flesh-eating spores suck
blood, they turn red, appearing as a blood mist when blown by the wind.
When the spores are not attached to an animal, the cloud of spores looks like ordinary fog
, making it difficult to detect. The appearance of the blood mist is when satellites detect the flesh-eating spores
. By this time, the attacked villages or cities are beyond saving. The government will block
roads around the blood mist, leaving the people in the danger zone to fend for themselves. Therefore, most habitable towns are located at
or near the foot of mountains, in places where the mountain winds blow year-round, or near windbreaks.
My hometown was swallowed up by man-eating ferns. My hometown is in the Chinese countryside, and I spent my childhood in
poverty. Because the area outside the city was very dangerous, we villagers basically lived a
helpless life, isolated in the wilderness by city dwellers. Like most rural children
, we were born after our mothers were raped.
These rural areas had no police, so armed and well-equipped bandits ran rampant
, dominating the villages. The bandits possessed satellite maps, allowing them to
roam freely through the poisonous swamps, finding safe routes. When they arrived at a new village, they would select adult
men, cruelly recruiting the more ruthless into their organization and killing the kinder ones, while simultaneously raping
the village's young and beautiful girls. Like most children, we were
born to women who had been raped and abandoned by bandits, fatherless from birth.
That year, when we discovered the purple poison gas, it was too late to avoid the village's annihilation
. The man-eating ferns emitted a purple poisonous gas, corroding all living things and
absorbing their bodily fluids as nutrients. The bandits, having spotted this phenomenon on their satellites, had long since fled the area.
Only women and children remained in the village, isolated and helpless,
their hope of survival utterly extinguished as the poisonous gas advanced. At this moment, a nearby city offered assistance. They arrived with helicopters to help
us evacuate. Due to limited space, children were evacuated first.
"Don't cry, oh! Mommy will be with you soon! Don't cry! Oh! Huihui, be good!
Don't cry! You're the kindest, the most obedient, the best! You're not a bandit; you must be an upright and kind
person, understand?" My
mother gave me the steamed taro she was holding so I wouldn't go hungry on the plane
, and then she left me forever.
They promised to come back for the others, but they didn't keep their promise. When
they returned to the village, it was already engulfed in purple gas. And I, I
grew up in the orphanage, went to school, and finally grew up, passed the teacher's exam, and taught at a prestigious school.
In a moment of intense emotion, I pressed the woman's head down. My glans shoved into her throat, and the girl
cried out in pain. Every time I see purple gas, I think of the moment I parted from my mother, and the
way I looked at her. My mother firmly believed they would be rescued, so she
wasn't sad when she carried me onto the helicopter. She just comforted me, trying to stop me from crying.
"You're the kindest, the most obedient, the best! You're not a bandit, you have to be an upright and kind
person, understand?"
Suddenly, a wave of nausea washed over me, and I pushed the woman between my legs away.
A deafening roar of water filled our ears; the waters of Termobach
plunged down past us like a roaring beast through the stone channel above us. We walked through a vast
corridor, looking ahead to a classical and solemn hall, to our left to black boulders, and
to our right, the Termobach Falls cascading down the channel above us. This is Term?h Castle, built in the 21st century
by the wealthy Swiss businessman Warsaw, and now one of the safest places in the world—
no man-eating fern spores can float up from under the waterfall.
Claire and I are walking through this magnificent corridor towards the castle above. Term?h
Castle, with the Term?h River as its moat, perches majestically on a steep mountainside. Now,
various UN summits are held here. We've finished all our courses and are about to attend
our final one
—
the Term?h Conference
—
we're here to review the college's curriculum for the new academic year. From
data analysis to lesson plan review, we'll be spending three weeks here. The next
meeting was the most important, the one that would decide the start of the new course.
Before this, I had never known that God could be so cruel.
"Good afternoon, sirs. Ah! Please come in! Please come in!"
I couldn't believe my eyes.
Dr. Einar Sangelov, an anthropologist, stood before me. Sangelov's research was
renowned, achieving extraordinary results in areas ranging from ancient human behavior to modern human genes
. His unconventional way of thinking and exploring problems solved many of humanity's questions.
Dr. Einar even unraveled the mysteries of several types of human DNA, successfully curing many
diseases that were considered incurable in the early 20th century. Thirty years ago, he successfully cured AIDS using special DNA reconstruction techniques
, and now, because of the person before me, treating AIDS was as
simple as treating a cold. Every student, regardless of their major, had read his books in class.
"Please sit, please sit," Dr. Einar said, his voice and gestures suggesting
we take our seats with an incredibly aged tone. The conference hall was filled with scholars from all over the world, including many
authors of contemporary textbooks. I saw Locke
Peterman, the contemporary tech billionaire and inventor of the miniature neutron instrument, also sitting in the audience. But what caught my attention most was the person on the stage.
What was going on? Dr. Einar, who should only be in his seventies, looked
like a centenarian on his deathbed. I couldn't hide my surprise, but Claire seemed
unfazed, finding a seat and sitting down next to her.
"I am Einar Sangelov, and I specialize in studying human behavior and history," the doctor
said, swallowing hard and panting.
"Thank you to the officials present. Originally, I would have been
imprisoned for 350 years because of the research I'm about to present, but now I thank you for granting the truth your leniency. I
do not defend my actions. I believed I wanted to save humanity, and I succeeded. I found
an opportunity to save humanity from extinction, but I committed a heinous crime. I
do not pray for God's or anyone's forgiveness; I only hope that humanity will one day be redeemed,
then my sins will seem insignificant. The information I am about to release is extremely disturbing;
if anyone feels uncomfortable, they must tell me immediately."
After three seconds of silence, a Y chromosome appeared on the screen.
"This is the Y chromosome of modern humans, and the one next to it," the professor pointed,
showing another Y chromosome with a longer single side, "is the chromosome of humans three hundred years ago
." The professor continued, "The world is more peaceful now. Doesn't that seem strange? At
the beginning of the nuclear winter, humanity waged a world war for resources, killing almost
a third of the world's men. Although humanity is bound by morality and law, when faced with life and death..."
" Even in the face of survival, there will still be mutual slaughter and plunder; that's humanity."
"But why are almost all the men, who died a third, now dead, and their numbers are dwindling
? The reason is related to this chromosome. The Y chromosome has shortened; we
call this phenomenon Y decay. Men are gradually losing their aggression, valuing rationality and peace. The fighting
spirit in men is gradually degenerating, evolving into the peaceful situation we have now."
"The reason is difficult for us to truly understand. Research suggests it's the effect of nuclear winter on humanity
, but we can't prove it. I tried to repair the Y chromosome, but it caused
irreversible consequences." The doctor rested for a while, then played a video. In the video
, the doctor appeared as a young man, drawing and injecting blood into himself.
"I underwent gene therapy to transform myself into this form.
As a result of the forced repair of my Y chromosome, my body is aging rapidly, and I don't have long to live." The doctor became increasingly
breathless as he spoke, almost to the point of being unable to breathe. "I realized I was wrong. Genes
can't be repaired with my current technology, so I started looking for behavioral therapy. I discovered that almost
all men are born from rape, with a probability as high as 87%. This gave me
hope, so I hired a group of mercenaries and conducted experiments with my students. We
kidnapped women from many villages and initially raped them. The first pregnancy resulted
in a boy, but the probability of a boy started to decline with the second pregnancy, so we resorted to
very cruel methods." The doctor's aged voice trembled.
A video appeared on the screen. A man grabbed a struggling girl and punched her repeatedly
in the face until she was unconscious. Only then did the man pull out his penis and begin raping the
unconscious girl. The girl in the video was bruised and swollen, blood streaming from her nose, snot and blood mixed
together. After having sex with one girl, the man put on a scholar's white coat, put a miniature neutron detector on her
, and began to examine her before moving on to harm the next girl. The man also put a miniature neutron detector on his own penis . The results showed that the probability of male pregnancy 　　increased
during the harmful sexual acts . 　　The doctor then showed several more videos, covering verbal abuse, psychological abuse, and other forms of violence 　　. In one video, a man forced a woman to take abortion pills in order to repeat the violent pregnancy 　　experiment. "I found that women who experience more types of violence are more likely to conceive male fetuses, which 　　gives hope to my research." 　　"Everyone sees the phenomenon of Y chromosome decay, but what's even more surprising is that 　　the victim is the determining factor in the fertilization outcome." 　　The video shows nearly a hundred obscene women, with penises in their mouths and inserted between their legs 　　, enjoying sex. The filming went on for a long time, and finally, after both parties' efforts, they 　　ejaculated. Immediate testing with a neutron detector revealed that the rate of male pregnancy was nearly 50%. 　　"These are women who have suffered verbal, physical, social, and psychological 　　sexual violence. Now they can enjoy sex normally and have near-normal 　　rates of male conception." 　　The doctor switched to a different video, showing the fallopian tubes after being scanned with a neutron scanner, revealing the fertilization process 　　. Hundreds of sperm surrounded the egg, but only one successfully penetrated it. 　　"Through our research, we discovered that Y-chromosome decay is an inevitable process in civilization. Humanity 　　transitioned between matrilineal and patrilineal societies, and the Y chromosome naturally undergoes certain changes 　　. This change is cyclical; approximately eight hundred years later, the length of the Y chromosome will return 　　to what it was three hundred years ago. We now know that the causes of war are related to chromosomes, and we also 　　understand through chromosomes that the cyclical nature of war history is irreversible. We believe that the nuclear winter 　　excessively accelerated Y-chromosome decay, causing it to exceed the natural cycle and reach 　　a level of decay even weaker than nature itself. The phenomenon we are now facing is a natural reaction within the body, which we 　　call the eugenic system." 　　"The eugenic system is a woman's innate ability to screen sperm. If giving birth to a deformed child is a disease 　　, we can think of the eugenic system as an immune system. Women use their physiological system 　　to screen for superior sperm to pass on better offspring." The doctor 　　slowed down the imaging speed of the egg in the fallopian tube by hundreds of times and found that even when Y-positive sperm reached the egg, they could 　　n't penetrate it. Suddenly, the entire egg was impacted, and the egg was shaken, allowing the Y-positive sperm to penetrate 　　inside. 　　"The tremor just now was caused by an attack on the mother's body. The mother was injured, and her 　　immune system then supported the damaged area, weakening the egg's screening ability, leading 　　to an increased fertility rate for male babies." " 　　Through research, we've found that more than one type of violence can reduce the mother's reproductive system; 　　any violence that the mother cannot withstand works. Each injury reduces the function of the reproductive 　　system. Therefore, if sexual violence were part of one's education, then after graduation, women 　　would have near-normal fertility." 　　"I might," the doctor said, taking off his glasses. "not see the birth of a second generation of babies 　　." "Our examination of embryos revealed that women with higher levels of sexual assault experience 　　less Y chromosome decay in their male offspring. I expect that through short-term efforts, 　　perhaps several years, or even several generations, we can repair 　　the Y chromosome to be as normal as before. Then we can immediately halt this plan, which borrows wisdom from the devil 　　, allowing the human race to continue." 　　After the doctor finished speaking, the entire conference room fell silent. 　　If there is a God, I think he would prefer the extinction of humanity. How will we 　　judge this history in the future? How can a people raised on sin return to God's embrace? 　　How can I pray for Dr. Einar to find the peace he desires? 　　Perhaps I am seeing things. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Claire subtly caressing her 　　bare, half-exposed breast. 　　"Raise your hand if you haven't finished writing?" 　　Three students raised their hands. 　　"Okay, then you can continue writing." Three policewomen stood guard outside the classroom. I held my phone.

A series of small indicators moved back and forth in the aisles between the tables. The displays showed
several small circles;
the color of the circle would change when the indicator was brought close to the neutron scanner on a student's neck. Some were red, some green, and others transparent. Trian's
indicator was green. I smiled slightly, walked over to her, and hooked my fingers
around her chin. She stood up as I did so.
"Trian, please read your reflections." I touched the area between her thighs, under her skirt
—soft and damp.
The dark-haired girl gasped softly, then stood up, picked up her manuscript, and prepared to read. I
fiddled with it for a moment, then let go and continued circling the room.
"The protagonist, Lisadale, initially lived a comfortable life, but after being raped, she
was filled with despair. She constantly sought opportunities to hurt her rapists, only to be
hurt even more. Later, she had a child, and she chose to embrace hope, realizing that the world wasn't just
filled with hatred, but also with love and hope. In the end, she couldn't change the fact that she had been raped, but
she learned to forgive. The same men eventually raped her again, but she was no longer afraid of being raped; she
had learned to avoid further harm and raised her child healthily throughout the ongoing cycle of rape
."
--Analysis of "
School Rules Eight: Movie Pornography
"--
Not long after the movie started, Adele's excitement level remained high. I walked up
to her.
"Adele, stand up."
Adele, with her red hair, stood up nervously. I reached under her skirt, my fingers digging
into her genitals. Her genitals were dry.
"Why aren't you excited?"
"I don't like it..."
Adele showed disgust as I violated her. I reached down and pulled off her top,
revealing half of her D-cup breasts. I pulled off her skirt.
Before I could speak, everyone's eyes were already on Adele. Her shirt and skirt
were gone, leaving only her bra.
"Trian, continue telling everyone your thoughts." A pink glans was already half-exposed from
his trousers. The trousers assigned to male teachers didn't have underwear or zippers, so their penises were always vaguely visible
through the seams, falling out when erect. I made Adele
sit down, the head of my penis against her nose.
"Since you can't stop yourself from being raped, why resist? I think Lisa
was very unwilling. She already had someone she liked, and on the very day she successfully confessed
, she was raped, and the person she liked left her because of it, causing her immense physical and mental trauma
."
Adele looked at me for two seconds, then with a humiliated expression, she lowered her head and took the head of my penis into her mouth, her lips
directly against the base of my penis, beginning oral sex. The warm sensation between my legs brought immense
pleasure.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm..."
"But Lisa's actions of attacking other men angered them, causing her to suffer even more
severe violence, and finally being tied up and abused for a long time. This is a very irrational act
. If we become the victims, avoiding further harm is the wiser choice
. We can neither change our position as victims nor expect violence to solve any problems
..."
"Mmm, mmm, mmm-ha, mmm..."
In the classroom, a female student was advocating the idea that one should submit to being raped, while another
female student, wearing only underwear, was giving the teacher oral sex.
After determining the educational policy, we immediately returned to the school and implemented many changes, the first
being the clothing distribution plan. All the girls in the school only received shirts and
pleated skirts that were 20 centimeters above the knee during class time. The girls' skirts didn't have zippers, so they would fall down as soon as the buttons were
undone. To ensure healthy breast development, girls wore bras until university,
after which no clothing was provided. Physical education classes required nudity because the uniforms would get wet
. Underwear was only provided to girls during their menstrual period, distributed before or after class
, and worn until their period stopped, then returned after the same check.
Because neutron detectors could monitor menstrual cycles through blood flow, the underwear was always distributed in advance, so
there were no hygiene issues.
More than half the girls in each class could be penetrated directly, and the rest
could still be penetrated by simply pulling down their underwear.
Next is the "collar" neutron scanner. As research continues,
it has become necessary to monitor students' health and track their movements through collars worn around their necks. Because they
are constantly subjected to violence, when the neutron scanner detects suicidal thoughts
, it will use miniature nuclear power to generate voltage to shock the brain, stopping the student's behavior and notifying
the hospital for further action. Of course, any girl can be paralyzed at any time by issuing an order through the controller.
Due to the enforcement of special laws, more than one-tenth of all programs in schools must contain
content involving sexual contact. Their daily television entertainment consists of watching
women being raped. By making rape a normal
part of a woman's life, women are less likely to self-harm when raped.
This creates three types of people: the stamen, the petals, and the bud. The stamen represents the flower's genitals
, like the girl who opens her genitals to you, as in the example of Trianon. Girls like Trianon are easy
to abuse, and she may even reciprocate the assault. These girls are not inherently
promiscuous; rather, they are cowardly and adopt a passive attitude to minimize
the possibility of being harmed.
The petals represent girls like Idal. Petals protect the genitals but are very easily
damaged. They resist rape and are easily self-destructive
, self-harming, suicidal, or becoming violent after being harmed. Part of the plan is to incite the pistils and petals to become perpetrators
. Girls must pressure each other to keep the girls' wills under constant
stress and make them vulnerable to harm.
When these flower buds are hurt, their minds become stronger. They can endure the cold
winter, waiting for spring to arrive and bloom into beautiful flowers. After enduring countless sexual assaults, they
can forget the pain of the past and return to a healthy life. We hope that girls,
whether they start as stamens or petals, can eventually become flower buds and bloom with beautiful radiance
. The movie's protagonist, Lisa, is a model of a flower bud.
The curriculum is also phased. From first to sixth grade, they are trained in obedience and oral sex. In seventh
grade, it is purely about sexually abusive intercourse. In tenth grade, they learn about the coexistence of sex and rape. University
is entirely about sex therapy, allowing them to achieve a healthy life after graduation.
There are also social classes among the girls. Girls who have been raped more often can arbitrarily take
their anger out on girls who have been raped less often. When the less raped girls try to fight back, they
are paralyzed by the collar. This is irreversible, so a subtle
power dynamic begins to emerge among the girls.
"...But I'm glad that Lisa was finally able to understand this reality and raise the child strong
."
Adele's oral skills were poor; she licked my glans, stimulating my impulses beyond lust.
"Ugh!!" I pressed Adele's head down, and urine gushed out. Adele was being deep-throated
to urinate; I could only see her throat swallowing spurts of urine.
The boys' urinals at this school were these pink-cheeked girls in front of me. After returning to school,
I urinated into the students' mouths every day.
After relieving myself, all my sexual interest in Adele vanished. I took out my pointer, picked up Adele
's clothes, and returned to the podium.
"Trian."
"Yes, teacher."
"Who are your best friends?" I placed Adele's clothes on the teacher's desk.
"It's Jodie, Anna, and Maggie." She was referring to her roommates, all of whom were in the class.
I went over to her, grabbed her collar, and ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere.
I grabbed her skirt and tore it at the seam, the skirt immediately splitting in two. I forcefully ripped off her bra
, revealing her naked body. I shoved her onto the desk and punched her hard in the stomach
, the girl's scream echoing throughout the classroom.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!! It hurts! It hurts so much~~~"
"You have four choices: be raped by me, or rape
one of Jody, Anna, or Maki?"
"It hurts~~~ Stop, no!!!"
"You have four choices: continue being raped by me, or I rape one of Jody, Anna, or Maki?" After saying that, I 　　punched her
in the face again.
" Stop~~~ 　　Stop~~~~"
Slap. Thud! Slap 　　. ... 　　I pressed the indicator, and Maggie was instantly electrocuted, paralyzed and trembling on the ground. I 　　walked over and pressed myself against her, my penis penetrating her as I began to enjoy the beautiful flesh on the ground. 　　Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! 　　With each thrust, I punched her; Maggie couldn't scream or resist, only 　　trembling moans remained. Maggie glared at Terry with hatred throughout, until I 　　ejaculated with pleasure. 　　Just then, the tall, beautiful Russian school doctor entered, took out a neutron scanner, and inserted it into 　　Maggie's genitals. 　　"It's a man." The school doctor waved her hand, and Maggie was dragged away like a corpse by two policewomen. 　　I was energetically lecturing on number systems on the stage, while about sixty naked women 　　listened to my lecture on discrete structures. This was the university level, and I was teaching the last 　　class of the semester. I was using the distribution of final exam scores to analyze 　　the differences in the numerical results from the perspectives of combinatorics, regression, and graph theory. 　　"So this conclusion tells us that even with the same number systems, analyzing them from different perspectives 　　will yield completely different results." I swallowed hard. "Excuse me, I need to pee 　　." 　　With that, I walked over to a blonde student in the student section and pulled out my penis. She was about to 　　suck it, but I grabbed her collar, turned her buttocks towards me, and pressed her body against the table. 　　I inserted my penis into her tight, dry virgin vagina, feeling the tingling tingling sensation from her pain 　　. I 　　could n't 　　help but thrust a few more times, pushing my penis as deep as possible, waiting for the urge to urinate 　　. 　　" 　　Ughh 　　... 　　"—As I said before, the purpose of discrete mathematics is to integrate random events, allowing each 　　event to be systematically organized using a number system. That concludes this semester's lesson. Thank you, 　　everyone, class dismissed." 　　The students gradually left their seats. I saw some deliberately take a short detour, stepping over the urine in front of 　　Dale 　　.

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