【Sex Slave Training Academy】(27) 【Author: capricandy】

Author: capricandy
Word Count: 30796

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Memories Under the Long Night

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“Ugh…” In the dead of night, I slowly opened my eyes again due to discomfort in my body
…

Since the start of school, it has now entered the fifth week, Friday, and after dawn will be the last
class . But in the dead of night, with several hours to go before dawn,
while the other girls were still soundly asleep, I was once again awakened by discomfort in my chest.

Still a bit sleepy, my head was a little sluggish. I struggled to sit up, and my right hand unconsciously "stole
" a touch on... my breasts, which were once so familiar but now felt strange.

Thanks to the breast enhancement pills given to me by the marching band every day and the extra "breast
massages" my seniors gave me during each morning shower, in just two or three weeks, my breasts had grown from small, budding pigeon breasts
into a pair of sexy, mature, and large breasts. It seemed that my body had not yet adapted to the rapid growth of my breasts. Whether I was standing
or lying down, I could feel the heavy burden from my chest, whether it was dragging or pressing.

Not to mention, every time we move, being forbidden from wearing bras, our breasts, without any support at the bottom and
held up solely by the muscles of our chest and shoulders, are always the most swaying part. Even just walking slowly down the street,
without looking down, I can see my lewd, swaying breasts out of the corner of my eye, and I can feel the way other girls
with look at me as if I were an alien…

(It's not like I wanted to become like this… I hate myself…) The bitterness in my heart
is probably only understood by the sisters in the club who were also transformed into having large breasts, and who shared a dorm room with me…

It's ridiculous, not long ago I longed to have a pair of sexy, full breasts, and now that my "wish has come
true," I've become so pathetic. And every time I think about how this change in my body only makes
my visual performance more lewd and degrading, and allows men to be more satisfied and
enjoy ravaging my breasts, it tears my heart apart.

At this moment, besides being large, my breasts have another "accessory" that causes me even more suffering:
a metal nipple shield.

This is a temporary accessory only available from the marching band, meant to "correct" the rapidly expanding shape
of our breasts. However, the nipple shield is essentially just two connected metal rings
placed at the base of our breasts, with a strap extending backward to secure and lock it at the back.
At best, it provides a little support for our breasts and attracts more attention. As for
any other function we desire, such as coverage, we dare not even dream of it.

Compared to any benefits it might bring, the pain this metal nipple shield causes far outweighs the benefits. Despite its name,
"correction" doesn't actually correct breast shape. Instead,
it to naturally and tightly press them together.

The breast support consists of two interconnected metal rings forming a flat "8" shape. Once the rings
are inserted into the base of the left and right breasts, they are restrained and
pulled towards the center, creating a deep cleavage. It's as if someone is forcefully squeezing the breasts together with both hands.
However, human strength eventually wears off, and a heartless breast support... (The last sentence appears to be incomplete and possibly refers to a different product/service.) Wearing the garment for four hours
a day meant my breasts were under constant pressure, even during morning showers and
naps . For the past few nights, the pressure on my breasts and the bra had caused me to sleep lightly,
sometimes even waking me several times before dawn…

After a moment, my groggy brain, still a bit groggy from being woken, finally calmed down, and my reason returned. It was then that I realized I was doing something “wrong”… I had instinctively reached out to touch my own breasts
because of the discomfort , but I no longer had the right to do so. As we gradually became familiar with and accustomed to school life, the school's demands on us became increasingly strict. The privileges we enjoyed as child slaves were constantly being reduced, and soon we, like the older students, would no longer belong to ourselves, but to someone I didn't even know —someone who would buy me in the future. During class, touching one's own body in private, especially sensitive areas like the breasts and groin, would result in being called to the front of the class for humiliation and punishment if discovered by the instructors or teaching assistants. Even after class, back in the dormitory, engaging in these violations would be immediately stopped and corrected by Senior Sister Mengmeng, as if we had committed a grave offense. However, these prohibitions only applied to private, unauthorized touching of one's own or others' bodies . When we began learning about shameful topics like "caressing" and "masturbation," what was originally considered "wrong" suddenly became something that had to be done shamelessly in front of everyone… I lay back in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. As my mind cleared, listening to the moans and groans of Senior Sister, recorded during what was either rape or forced masturbation, which served as our nightly "lullaby," inevitably brought back memories of the child slave courses we had been undergoing… For the past five weeks, our afternoon classes had actually been arranged in a rhythmic and gradual manner. After getting to know all the details of our classmates in the first week , the second and third weeks were dedicated to teaching us how to live as sex slaves in the academy. This included "eating": how to efficiently suck or squeeze the breasts of our seniors to obtain milk for sustenance. "Cleaning": how to complete the entire morning bath routine ourselves. "Greetings": whether it was a sex slave 's "goodnight kiss" to their master or a "tongue-twisting greeting" between sex slaves, these were far beyond our comprehension of "lewd" ways of greeting… However, up to this point, the course wasn't truly a "sex slave course," but rather the most basic "daily" common sense for our life in the academy, and even in the future. The fourth week marked the beginning of the sex slave course's main focus, teaching us the "basic skills" of a sex slave. It was then that I understood the different … and the first basic skill we learned was what my "senior" was doing right now: "moaning" …

"As a sex slave, 'voice' is the most basic skill. Whether you're being used by your master
or performing lewd acts to please him, making appropriate lewd sounds can make him more satisfied.
Every night before bed, your seniors play recordings of their own voices to help you fall asleep, right?
Today's afternoon lesson is about learning how to make those sounds."

The so-called "voice" is essentially "moaning and groaning during sex." However, unlike typical moaning,
which is a woman's instinctive, pleasurable sound produced during sexual intercourse when her brain is immersed in pleasure and ecstasy.
Our moaning lessons, however, were forced upon us to please our masters, regardless of whether we felt comfortable or
in pain…

“Alright, let your seniors demonstrate first! Each senior’s vocalization will be slightly different, so
you can carefully observe and distinguish them!” After Instructor Julia finished speaking, she ordered
the juniors waiting beside us to lie flat on the wooden floor, then bend their knees and spread them to the left and right,
exposing their groins to the classroom without reservation.

Then, each of us, the young slaves, had to surround the lying senior and use our hands to create sexual
stimulation for her, as the “power” for her to make moaning…

Under our watchful eyes, Senior Mengmeng closed her eyes slightly and turned her face away, shamefully but resolutely
serving as our living teaching material. The stimulation that appeared at some point made us
feel her suppressed trembling when we got close to observe her body.

Unlike the "daily life" lessons of the previous weeks, this week's afternoon classes are dedicated to
learning the basic skills of a sex slave—a humiliating unit entirely for pleasing the master. Even though the senior female students are
used to living shamelessly in front of us, we, the new slaves, are only focused on learning how to live our lives as
sex slaves . The truly core aspects of sex slavery—the "knowledge and skills"
—are limited to the textbook lessons of the morning classes. Although each of us had already been forcibly defiled, it was only
on the day we entered the school. In the weeks that followed, our genitals, such as our breasts and genitals, were almost never
touched by anyone other than the senior female students who helped us with our morning wash.

In their eyes, who have already fallen to the extreme, we are still as innocent as little girls who don't understand sex
. Many of the senior female students even project themselves onto their past selves, before they suffered so much. But from now
on, I will be a little helper, completely blackening the last bit of purity that we young slaves have left.
This cruelty is even worse than the humiliation of handing over my breasts to us young slaves to squeeze and suckle.

However, on the other hand, they also knew very well that they could not change our tragic fate. For
our sake, the only thing they could do for us was to try their best to teach us
the things they were so unwilling to teach us, so that we could survive in this school with excellent grades, or at least
become products that customers would pay attention to, just like them. Although they were still saddened by this fate, it was better than
the tragic ending of being a defective product with poor grades.

Therefore, burdened with this heavy responsibility, they had to give us a pre-class demonstration.
Not only not dare to be lazy, but they also had to suppress their sins and shame and present their most lewd side to
us.

"Senior...we're going to touch you..." Qingqing whispered to Senior Mengmeng beforehand. Filled with
guilt , she was unwilling but unable to disobey, and reached her hand towards Senior Mengmeng's exposed crotch.

"Ugh—" Almost the instant Qingqing's fingers lightly touched Mengmeng's sensitive area between her thighs,
Mengmeng's whole body shuddered violently, accompanied by a soft, incoherent moan escaping from deep within her throat.

During her year on campus, almost all sex slaves inevitably had to constantly increase
the sensitivity of their entire body's erogenous zones. Even a light touch sent a similar sensation to
the pressure applied to the same areas by an average person. Furthermore, since assuming the position, Mengmeng's body had
been tense due to shame and nervousness, and with her eyes closed, she
was unaware of when or where the stimulation came from. Although Qingqing had warned her beforehand,
the silent touch of her fingers on Mengmeng's genitals, which were far more sensitive than the average person's, still
elicited a tremendous physical response. Qingqing hadn't expected such a strong reaction and had already withdrawn her hand in fright, unsure what to do as she watched Mengmeng

gradually regain her composure . "Don't stop..." Senior Mengmeng finally opened her eyes and looked at Qingqing, saying, "You didn't do anything wrong just now, don't mind me... This... is what 'should' do... Don't worry about being rough with me... Compared to what we'll all face in the future..." Senior Mengmeng closed her eyes again, and Qingqing looked at her with a pang of sadness, reaching out to touch her . "Hmm—" Compared to the intense reaction the first time, this time Senior Mengmeng seemed to hold back, only letting out a suppressed , low moan like a soft gasp. Her body didn't tremble as before, but Qingqing . Qingqing began to rub her senior's crotch with her fingers, very slowly and gently, afraid of hurting her. The senior continued to tremble, yet she emitted suppressed moans that sounded almost pleasurable— completely different from the "lullaby" we heard her play every night before bed… And wasn't she supposed to be demonstrating? Why was she suppressing it, so reluctant to let out even a single moan? Just as we were trying to figure this out, the teaching assistant, who was patrolling the classroom, witnessed this scene … "What are you doing? Do you think you're here to enjoy yourselves? Make your senior moan!" The teaching assistant's shout left us bewildered. Hadn't Qingqing already stimulated the senior's genitals ? Seeing that we were still frozen in place, the teaching assistant forcefully stomped on one of Mengmeng's breasts. The senior let out a painful scream, completely terrifying us. After the senior's wails gradually subsided, the teaching assistant did not "let her off the hook." Instead, he treated the senior's breasts like a lit cigarette, rotating them and forcefully stomping on them with his large bare foot.

We hadn't yet recovered from the shock of what had just happened, and seeing our senior being so mercilessly abused, yet
too afraid to beg for help to stop, fearing it would be our fate, the more timid ones
only dared to steal glances away from her without turning their heads.

However, what truly brought us back to reality was the sound our senior finally let out. It was completely different from the suppressed moans we'd heard
earlier was more like a desperate cry, a scream that had finally reached its limit after being suppressed for so long.
The soft moans transformed into clear, lewd sounds, yet upon closer listening, one could still hear the force of her desperate attempts to suppress
them, making this sound—which should have been a free and unrestrained expression of pleasure—sound like a shameful act.

The sound at this moment was almost identical in melody to the lullabies we heard every night.

"Did you hear that? That's how it should be! You think you'll be pampered? You're
all to be tortured! You have to reach this level to truly utter the true essence of a sex slave's voice."
The teaching assistant looked at Mengmeng, who was groaning loudly at his feet, his sadistic expression becoming even more intense.
The way she groaned completely elevated the sadist's satisfaction to a higher level...

Generally, during pleasure, appropriate moaning from women can arouse a man's virility, especially among
the academy 's customers, many of whom are experts in this field and have seen a wide
range of women of varying quality. However, the true quality of a sex slave can only be discerned through their voices. When
comparing sex slaves who are similar in appearance, figure, and even genital structure and sensitivity, a sex slave who can moan and moan well
will be much more popular in terms of price and looks.

The way Senior Sister Mengmeng moaned was definitely above average. Not only
the teaching assistant who was tormenting her for pleasure, but even we, the junior students standing nearby, worried and heartbroken for her,
felt a strange sensation upon hearing her moans and cries…

However, something we vaguely sensed but couldn't truly imagine was
how cruel and demanding the practice of this kind of moaning was…

Moaning, normally uttered by women during sexual pleasure, is often instinctive or a way to enhance the experience.
Depending on the woman's role or feelings, the forms and sounds vary greatly. However,
this kind of "sex slave-style" moaning is almost never seen in ordinary sexual encounters. This is because
when a woman makes this sound, it's not because of pleasure but because of being tormented. The sound is
no longer a reflection of her own pleasure; it's used to arouse the other person, further cruelly destroying the female slave's
body.

Therefore, this type of moaning absolutely cannot tolerate any "dominance" or "control," nor can
it be a painful scream like a pig being slaughtered. Instead, it must be extremely weak, as if the woman has been ravaged to the point of near death and unable to make
a sound. This kind of sound is the strongest and most effective catalyst when the other person is torturing her. This kind of sound

cannot be made casually. If the female slave makes unnatural moans without being stimulated in the slightest
, these experienced women will immediately
recognize it as an act. This is even more degrading to the female slave's value than remaining silent.
Therefore, to be able to produce
seductive the only thing female slaves could do was practice repeatedly.
They practiced how to unconsciously produce those natural, unpretentious sounds with every sexual stimulation, and constantly increased the sensitivity of their bodies through various methods, turning each part of their body into a strange musical instrument— a human instrument that automatically produces various sounds from its mouth
upon being touched … However, when a female slave had completely become such a natural human instrument… After the instrument, the instinctive urge to moan when touched was suppressed by the sadist's cruelty, with accusations of "punishment if you make a sound." This forced the female slave to swallow back the sounds that were already on the tip of her tongue. The painful, distorted expression of her body's instinct to make a sound, the desperate suppression of the messages , the restless trembling, and the faint gasps and moans that were about to escape her limit— this was the final form of how the female slaves should sound during sex. Even to prevent the female slaves from adapting to this stimulation through prolonged training , just as they gradually became able to endure the sensation and were no longer in so much pain, their body sensitivity had to be further increased until a delicate balance was reached between their sensitivity and their endurance, a constant upward climb towards their ultimate limit throughout their lives… These things are still a long way off for us young slaves who are just beginning to learn to vocalize; at least, the vocalization lessons arranged for this afternoon class are beyond our comprehension… For most of this afternoon class, we were simply stimulating our seniors, making them produce the sounds torturing them… Except for Qingqing, the other girls were also called down to join in the physical abuse of our seniors… “Didn’t you learn in your morning class what the ‘main parts’ of a female slave’s body are? Now these are the teaching aids for you to review. If anyone dares to slack off and stop what they’re doing, you’ll have to lie down in front of us and give these…” "The pediatric assistant has nothing better to do than play around!" Having witnessed how cruelly the pediatric assistant had trampled on the senior student, we were already pale with fright upon hearing these words. We dared not slow down our grip for the sake of the senior student, but... looking at the expression on the senior student's face, a mixture of sexual pleasure and pain, and listening to the moans that were more of anxieties than excitement, we, forced by the pediatric assistant's words, felt a sense of guilt and remorse towards the senior student... It wasn't until there was less than an hour left in the class that it was our turn to practice our vocalizations. This was much easier and simpler than we had imagined, and far less intense than the hell the senior students had just experienced... Every girl's sensitivity to her body is different, and even the pitch of the voice varies greatly. The school did not require us to conform to a set pattern, but the lewd moans coming from our mouths still had to be quite attractive, and a natural sense of shame was exactly what we young women were considered the best dish in the eyes of that group of sadists. For the next three years, our vocal exercises, besides moaning, also required us to learn to add facial expressions, breathing patterns, body movements, and so on, to enhance our lewdness... But all of this was insufficient even for the most basic moaning.

For us, who haven't even practiced our voices yet, it's all too early.

As beginners, all we need to
do is take turns lying flat on the floor, lifting our shirts and skirts, and naturally uttering moans under the "gentle" caresses of our seniors...

After Qingqing, it was my turn. Following Mengmeng's instructions, I lay down, slightly bent my knees and
spread them to the sides, closed my eyes, and parted my lips, concentrating on waiting for real tactile
stimulation from my sensitive areas.

Then, when our seniors sometimes rubbed my breasts and sometimes caressed my genitals, I only needed to be true to
my own feelings and make my own sounds. I didn't need to suppress my voice like our seniors, nor did I need to
raise my voice so that the whole classroom could hear me... Whether the moans were too soft or too deliberately loud,
our seniors would get kicked by the teaching assistants.

The senior student was already quite familiar with our body caresses. Every morning during our showers, whether it was
a breast massage or the rubbing of her hands on our sensitive areas while cleaning our genitals, it had already given us enough
stimulation to moan. However, if we were to let out unrestrained moans during the shameful morning shower, we
would be mortified. Therefore, we could only desperately suppress those sensations, just like when the senior student was breastfeeding us, she was extremely reluctant to make any moans that
would make the situation even more awkward when we suckled or squeezed her sensitive nipples . But now, when it came to actually making a sound, it all felt strange. We wanted to moan but we couldn't let go because of our shame. Forcing an unnatural sound would only get the senior student kicked a few times by the teaching assistant... For these teaching assistants, it was not difficult at all to tell whether a woman's moans were intentional or a genuine reaction . In the first few minutes, I couldn't quite get the hang of it, causing Mengmeng to get kicked a few times. But she didn't complain at all, continuing to stimulate my body relentlessly with both hands. I kept my eyes tightly closed, afraid to open them... as if I wished I could close my eyes, see nothing, and that no one else was around. I couldn't bear to imagine that while I was moaning, Qingqing and the others were beside me, and a man was watching... After moaning for a few minutes, and after Mengmeng had been kicked at least ten times, I finally started to get the hang of it. I learned to coordinate my breathing, letting my moans rise and fall with my panting. Mengmeng also figured out the appropriate level of stimulation for my body. She no longer rigidly rubbed my breasts, but would occasionally flick my more sensitive nipples with her fingertips. Each flick felt like an electric shock, making my body shudder, and my moans became even more intense. My senior's hand hurriedly slid from my mons pubis to my crotch, disappearing into my groin before slowly withdrawing. She even pressed on my clitoris, massaging my most sensitive area Although it only lasted a moment, it brought my moans to their peak and my shame to its highest point... "That's enough, next." After moaning for more than ten minutes, feeling as if several hours had passed , I finally heard the teaching assistant's permission. After my senior stopped stimulating me, I finally felt a great weight lifted from my shoulders, easing my aching cheeks and jaw. However, I still couldn't stop panting, and without my senior's help, I almost couldn't stand up. Just like Qingqing's situation, a small puddle of water remained on the floor between my thighs ... The moans I heard earlier were real, meaning my body had indeed had a significant and prolonged physiological response under my senior's caresses... The only thing I could be thankful for was that each time I felt I was about to climax, my senior would just reduce the stimulation on my body; otherwise, if I had reached orgasm just now, I would have been so ashamed that I would have banged my head against the wall ... Afterwards, I knelt down next to Qingqing, our shoulders pressed tightly together, our hands clasped tightly , both of us thinking the same thing: today's afternoon class was "successfully passed," but from now on , our academic pressure would increase dramatically ... "Ugh—ugh—" The memories of the past temporarily came to an end, and my thoughts were pulled back to the present. In this late night, I realized that while I was lost in thought, my hands were still secretly touching my breasts, and I had unconsciously let out a soft moan that I was too ashamed to utter at the time... (No wonder... this feeling...) I thought to myself, it was like trying to find an excuse , but I felt an even stronger sense of desolation... "A female slave's moaning is one of the things that will be tested once she's on the display stage. Every student has to work harder! From today onwards, everyone must be true to their bodies. If you want to moan , moan as much as you want. Make the most of every limited practice opportunity and practice your vocal tone and volume so that you can convey your lewd identity with your voice, just like your senior!" After class that day, Instructor Julic said to all of us students with a smile... Although we only had that one class for vocal exercises, after that class, these moans clung to us like maggots, becoming a part of our lives... It had been almost two weeks since that vocal exercise, and since that day, many of our daily routines and class exercises had become more "audible". To give us more practice even made us stop being "reserved" and silent during morning showers. We had to get used to making our bodies naturally moan when touched, so that we could eventually become like , barely managing to suppress any sound even when constantly stimulated… Even daily life was constantly creating practice opportunities. The practical lessons during lunchtime almost always required such moans… I slowly closed my eyes again, my hands secretly caressing my swollen breasts. Although , in the quiet night, I could still clearly hear my own lewd moans. Although I knew how lewd and shameless I looked, I could only rub my breasts like this, transforming the pain into a few signals of pleasure to make myself feel a little better. Besides, this was the content of a lunchtime lesson I had already attended; this was just a review after class …

My mind drifted back to last Tuesday's afternoon class, the next practical lesson after our vocal exercises .

Unlike usual, we didn't have to review the previous day's content before starting the day's topic.
Without help of our seniors to stimulate our bodies,
the moans produced by unstimulated bodies would never be natural.

However, even without a review, the entire class, as we had anticipated, offered
plenty of opportunities to practice natural moaning…

"Classmates, do you remember the lewd sounds you made yesterday with the help of your seniors?
You'll need to use those sounds to learn in many future lessons!" Instructor Julia began the class
as usual.

"However, most of the time, like today, the seniors aren't available to assist. So,
what should we do?"

"Should we ask the teaching assistant for help?" A familiar voice answered from among us, the group of young slaves. We didn't
even need to turn around to know which top student it was. There was only one girl in the whole class who would actively answer
the instructor's or teaching assistant's questions...

Compared to Nunu's "active learning" which we were already tired of, we were actually more afraid of the consequences
of . Would we end up having to shamelessly
moan under the teaching assistant's groping?

"No! It's not about asking the teaching assistant for help," although Instructor Julic denied Nunu's answer,
his smile widened, as if he liked it very much. "In the next few classes, you
will learn to 'do it yourself'. After that, you can make those beautiful moans to your heart's content even without anyone's help."

When I first heard the instructor say "do it yourself," I was stunned for a moment. After I understood, my cheeks suddenly turned red and hot as if I
had a fever . Over the past few weeks, we've had far less physical contact.
Even showering has been done by the senior students. Occasionally, if my hand accidentally brushes against a sensitive area, a senior student
will catch it and lightly tap it with her other hand as a form of punishment…

If the instructor hadn't said that, I would have even forgotten that yesterday, although it was a senior student's hands that were moving over our bodies,
it wouldn't have been too difficult for my own.

However, this also means that what we're going to do in today's class is… Before, accidentally touching someone's
body was a mistake; now we're being asked to openly commit a serious mistake…

"Of course, don't forget to do your vocal exercises during class!" Tuesday's afternoon class is about "caressing," which means using your own hands to roam over and caress all the erogenous zones

on your body . Doing this in secret is indescribably pleasurable, but being forced to do it in front of everyone while moaning is just too shameful … However, even though we resisted, we couldn't escape this hell of shame. Under the tyranny , we could only stand shoulder to shoulder in a large circle facing the mirror on the wall. The only consolation was that at least… we were still surrounded by our sisters who had shared our hardships. At least… no matter how lewd our expressions or how lowly our moans were in the mirror, they wouldn't laugh at us… "First, we'll practice the upper body. You can decide whether or not to take off your clothes, but even if you don't, you have to pull them up so that your breasts are completely exposed!" Whether you're wearing them or not, the parts that should be covered are completely forbidden from being covered. In this light, taking off this annoying uniform top made of rough fabric isn't so shameful, and it's even a little desirable . But once we were given the choice to take them off or not, we realized that if it weren't for Qingqing taking the lead, we would actually feel a little ashamed of being shirtless... Before long, out of the three hundred girls in the class, eight or nine out of ten had taken off their uniform tops. The few who were still wearing their tops pulled them up to their shoulders and necks, which was practically the same as taking them off. Then, at the instructor's command, without any guidance, we were told to blindly touch our breasts. Through the mirror in front of us, we could all see the teaching assistants, each holding a pointer, patrolling , watching us intently. We dared not relax for a moment, but suddenly being asked to caress our own breasts still made us feel awkward. I didn't move for a moment, and when a teaching assistant approached, I quickly reached out and grasped my breasts , letting out a soft moan. But immediately, the teaching assistant roughly ripped off my skirt, and my exposed buttocks were also slapped... The teaching assistant didn't explain why I was slapped, but I knew it was because I hadn't moaned properly... Today, there were no senior students to take the punishment for us, and any slight misbehavior would result in the same fate as me... I didn't dare to put my skirt back on after it was pulled down, and even thought resignedly that my upper body was already naked anyway. And soon after, for various nitpicking reasons, more and more girls had their skirts pulled down and were spanked. I was hit a few more times after that, and I dared not be distracted by other people's affairs. I could only focus on myself in the mirror, shamelessly caressing my own breasts. At that time, I was still taking breast enhancement drugs every day and receiving breast massages from my senior. My breasts were just beginning to grow. The fleshy feel was a stark contrast to my smaller breasts before, making me wonder if I was really touching and kneading my own breasts. At the same time, I was also wondering how long it had been since I had touched my own body so properly... While my breasts were growing significantly, like inflating balloons, my uniform top didn't go up to a larger size . In fact, it shrank a bit more than when I received it. As a result, when I wore the uniform, without a bra , my breasts felt like they were being constricted by the top, and the two little pink nipples were pressed tightly against the rough fabric. With each movement of my body and the clothing, my nipples were constantly being stimulated. Taking off my clothes brought a moment of liberation, and my nipples seemed to open up , breathing silently. This was also the most sensitive time for my nipples, so I tried to keep my fingers away from those two points on my chest. Even the slightest touch of a finger would make me feel like the other day when my senior...

She moaned loudly as she stroked my nipples.

However, her deliberate avoidance of touching her most sensitive spots had already been seen through by the teaching assistant,
or perhaps it was all part of their plan…

“Enough! Enough! This kind of caressing isn’t right. Follow my instructions!” After
nearly half an hour of blindly caressing, rubbing, kneading, and even squeezing her breasts, when she was completely numb,
the teaching assistant seeing that we still wouldn’t touch those two pink nipples, finally decided to “seriously” instruct us.

And the target of her instruction, without a doubt, was the very place she had been avoiding…

“Now, press your index fingers against your nipples, and pinch your breasts with your other fingers…”

“Now, use two fingers to pinch the base of your nipples, don’t let go, and continue caressing
your breasts …”

“Then, lightly flick your nipples with your fingers… remember to coordinate with the rhythm of your moans… if you flick too slowly, you’ll have to stay behind for special training
…”

"Scratching your nipples with your fingernails... harder... faster..."... These shameful yet
lewd ways of caressing our nipples brought us both pain and pleasure. Our sensitive nipples, touched and
abused in various ways, felt like an electric current was passing through them; the moans escaping our mouths were almost
constant, indistinguishable whether they were intentional or genuinely caused by the caresses; and
our genitals, completely untouched, began to leak fluids, which slowly trickled down our inner thighs and onto
our school skirts beside our feet.

We spent about half an hour caressing our breasts, and then another half hour, under the teaching assistant
's orders, focusing on our nipples. When we could finally put our hands down and rest, we were almost
completely limp, collapsing to the ground, our mouths slightly sore from the prolonged moaning.

However, this was just a short break in the middle of the class. Except for a few
students , who were called up to continue practicing, we, who were allowed to rest, hadn't even recovered half of our energy before
being called up for the next lesson...

"The parts we caressed earlier were the upper body, now it's the lower body's turn. Can you guess where?"

the instructor said, but before we could answer, he reached out and slapped the buttocks of a girl next to him, making a
crisp and loud "smack" sound. The girl trembled incessantly, both ashamed and frightened.

"This is where you'll be caressed next!" The instructor's hand hadn't
moved away ; instead, he began to rub along the curve of her buttocks, making the girl twist her body even more uneasy. When we saw
what the instructor's hand was doing, indicating what we were going to do next, our expressions froze
...

Soon, our hands seemed to be glued to our own two thick buttocks, rubbing them haphazardly while
the flesh of our buttocks visibly jiggled.

Compared to caressing the breasts, there aren't as many nerve endings, so caressing the buttocks doesn't
provide the same intense sexual stimulation. However, while the pleasure diminishes, the shame is amplified even more.

Only now do I realize that touching my buttocks like this feels even more shameful than touching my breasts.
And under the "guidance" of the teaching assistants, we weren't just going to touch our buttocks;
we were to touch, press, pinch, and squeeze them, just like we had with our breasts. We were even made
to slap our own buttocks, making "slap, slap" sounds, as if our shame
was shattering with each crisp slap.

These weren't even the most shameful parts... What truly embarrassed, humiliated, and disgusted us was...

"Now, I want you to play a little game. You continue stroking your buttocks as before,
but if a teaching assistant walks up behind you, you can see it in the mirror, right? Once a teaching assistant comes,
you have to spread your buttocks apart and expose your anuses until the teaching assistant leaves,
understand?"

Hearing this extremely humiliating command, I almost collapsed... Several other classmates had already
fallen to the ground crying, but all they got in return was a few kicks and a few blows; it didn't change
anything about their shameful fate.

And so, this "game" began. Normally, when the teaching assistant approached,
our caressing movements would reflexively slow down due to shame . But from this moment on, before the teaching assistant even got close, our
hands had to reluctantly spread our buttocks apart, directly exposing our filthy anuses
to …

If we were lucky, the teaching assistant would just look at this lewd and filthy scene, smile with satisfaction, and walk away, and
we would be allowed to put our hands down. But sometimes, the teaching assistant seemed to be attracted by our cleft and anus, and
wouldn't move forward. We were already exhausted from extreme shame. My hands couldn't relax, preventing my buttocks
from closing naturally. Even when the teaching assistant leaned in to observe, I could clearly feel my anal sphincter muscles contracting uncontrollably due to
tension and shame, causing my anus to open and close intermittently—all clearly visible to the teaching assistant
.

Sometimes, after one teaching assistant had finally left, and I'd only had a few seconds of relief before another
one came from the opposite direction, requiring me to "open my buttocks to greet guests" again.

If it were just about maintaining this shameful posture, it might be better than the current situation.
This act of deliberately spreading my buttocks only when someone approached was
a hundred times more degrading than anything that could be said.

And soon after, another embarrassing situation finally occurred. A foul odor gradually
filled —a unique, unpleasant smell that had accumulated in my buttocks over time. As for where it came from
… we could only try our best to convince ourselves that it didn't come from the cleft of our buttocks that we were spreading open… It

wasn't until after the game was over that we realized that compared to the previous
method of spreading our buttocks and welcoming the teaching assistants with our anuses, how to caress our buttocks in front of everyone afterwards was not shameful at all.

After the break, we finally breathed a sigh of relief, while also worrying about
which would become the next target of the teaching assistants… or rather, our own hands… But the next lesson
was just to have us caress ourselves a little longer, with one hand on our breasts and the other on our buttocks.

Having had enough of the caressing lessons, without the teaching assistants' explanation, the hand caressing our breasts had already
made the nipples a key target, while the hand touching our buttocks was also being used by the teaching assistants.
At his command, he repeatedly inserted his fingers into the cleft of the buttocks, along with the inner side of the buttocks, the groin area, and even the folds around the anus, all
becoming targets of our caresses…

If sexual stimulation could make the body indulge in pleasure and forget this shame, then I would rather be immersed
in it my life and no longer think about any restraint…

Tuesday’s afternoon class came to an end in this way, with constant practice of caressing the breasts and buttocks. When
the senior students came to pick us up after class, Instructor Julic still wouldn’t let us off the hook, ordering us to go back
and practice the caressing in front of the senior students in the same way we had learned in the afternoon class, until the senior students thought it was good enough before we were considered to
have passed . He also predicted that today's lesson was just "prelude" to tomorrow's more important lesson...

Starting

Wednesday, the afternoon classes for the next three days this week will all be on the same topic: "Masturbation"...

"Dear students, for a female slave, masturbation is a very basic and very important performance skill.
It tests not only the female slave's sensitivity, how quickly she can bring her body to its optimal state, and her ability to control and
release , but also how she balances shame and sexual obedience. Every movement and expression must
be perfect in order to stand out among many female slaves. Especially at auctions, when you don't have any other
outstanding expertise, how do you attract everyone's attention on the stage in a short time and arouse customers' willingness to buy?
Many of your seniors choose to focus on masturbation performances, especially female slaves with obvious squirting volume.
Sometimes they can sell themselves just by masturbating. Therefore, this can be said to be the most important lesson so far
!"

Instructor Julic beckoned to our senior female students, who were acting as helpers during lunch break. As usual, she knelt facing us with her back
to the mirror on the wall. She continued, "As for the details of orgasm,
they actually vary depending on each of your female slaves' physical constitutions. Some female slaves need more and stronger stimulation,
while others are close to reaching their peak with just a light touch. There are
subtle differences between 'small bean masturbation' and 'small hole masturbation.' As for which one is better, it's hard to say. It depends on your
luck a master who satisfies you. However, there are some important,
unchanging ironclad rules that every female slave must understand. ...Hmm...Sisi, you will demonstrate and explain first, and tell
the junior female students the ironclad rules to pay attention to during masturbation!"

"Yes...Instructor...Sex slave Sisi obeys." After Senior Sisi responded humbly, we junior slaves were all
herded to Senior Sisi's position by the teaching assistants, leaving the other senior female students kneeling in place.

"Hello fellow female students, today, sex slave Sisi will demonstrate the methods and precautions for masturbation. First,
let's start with the posture..."

As Sisi spoke, she changed from a kneeling position to a bent-knee sitting position, and then slowly
spread her legs apart to the extreme, forming an "M" shape, exposing her genitals
to .

"What you are seeing now is the most common posture for female slaves performing masturbation... There are many other
different postures, but they all share the same principle, which is to allow the master... and other guests... to clearly
and thoroughly observe this entire masturbation performance..."

Just from Sisi's demonstration, the girls observing below were already a little restless,
and some even wanted to turn their heads away, unable to bear watching, but when they turned their heads and met the teaching assistant's gaze, they were frightened and turned back.

"Next, remember... the female slave's body... belongs to the master.
We can only perform masturbation for the master when the master instructs us to... There are two basic types of self-masturbation: 'clitoral
masturbation' and 'vaginal masturbation'... If the master hasn't explained it clearly yet, it should be like this
..."

Senior Sister Sisi said, using both hands. One hand carefully parted the foreskin of the clitoris to expose
the clitoral glans, while the other hand reached between her thighs, using her index and middle fingers to spread the labia and expose
the vulva. She adjusted the position of her hands and her sitting posture to ensure that her hands would not obstruct our view of the clitoral glans and
the depths of the vagina.

"Excuse me, instructor, which part of the sex slave's body would you like to see perform masturbation?" Senior Sister Sisi maintained this shameful
posture and turned to ask the instructor which part she wanted to masturbate.

"Well done! You demonstrated these details very well. Today you're going to teach your juniors
how to masturbate , so perform on both sides!" Instructor Julic praised Senior Sisi's perfect teaching
while issuing this cruel instruction.

"Yes...the sex slave obeys." Senior Sister Sisi said, about to begin the masturbation performance, but paused
, and before moving her hands, continued her explanation:

"Later... once I start masturbating, I might not be able to explain clearly while performing... There are
a few important things I need to tell you first... You used to call a sex slave's masturbation 'self-pleasure'
or 'comfort'... but you can't say that anymore... A sex slave's masturbation
can only be performed with the master's consent. The sex slave has no right to decide to start or stop, and the purpose is no longer for herself,
but only to please the master. So even if she is unwilling, she cannot disobey the master's will, and she
cannot masturbate in private or stop in private during masturbation...

"Next, also during the masturbation performance, she absolutely cannot stop until the master tells her to stop... no matter
how painful or uncomfortable... she must stop immediately when the master tells her to stop, no matter how much her body wants to continue... The sex slave's sexual desire
is only to allow the master to humiliate the sex slave's assistant, no longer
something ..."

"The last point, the most important but also the most difficult part... orgasm. A sex slave's masturbation performance
doesn't begin with orgasm, nor does it end with orgasm; it's entirely under the master's command. Orgasm isn't
the sex slave's autonomy either... A sex slave's masturbation performance must ultimately reach the point where they can freely control the outbreak of their orgasm,
so that the master can decide the timing of the orgasm..."

"You talk too much! These rules were already taught in the morning class. You just need to
demonstrate the masturbation performance and teach these young slaves the techniques!" A teaching assistant said coldly, interrupting
Senior Sister Sisi and urging her to start the masturbation performance quickly.

"...Yes... the sex slave knows she was wrong..." After Senior Sister Sisi finished speaking, she no longer dared to hesitate. With one hand, she began to
draw circles on her clitoris with her fingertips, while with the other hand, she put her index and middle fingers together and inserted them into her vagina.

"Ugh—um—ugh—" Amidst suppressed snorting and moaning, Senior Sisi began her
masturbation demonstration.

"Are you mute? Keep teaching! If these little slaves don't learn well and are kept after class,
that your responsibility!" The teaching assistant actually wanted Senior Sisi to demonstrate masturbation while also verbally instructing us
on every detail of her movements...

"Ugh...yes...every...sisters..." Compared to before, Senior Sisi's voice was
no longer as clear, sounding weak and painful, mixed with many gasps and moans. While she
painfully endured the immense sexual stimulation and explained to us, her hands not only didn't stop, but even
intensified her masturbation performance to make some movements clearer for us.

As she explained each detail of the movements haltingly, we learned some "
techniques , from the most basic pressing, circular motions, and fingertip rubbing, to more advanced techniques such as finger flicking—
like flicking an ear, plucking the delicate clitoris which is several times more sensitive than the earlobe; pinching—using two fingers to pinch
the two ends of the base of the clitoral head; twisting—again, using two fingers to pinch the two ends of the base of the clitoral head, and then rubbing those
two fingers back and forth, causing the clitoris to be twisted and rotated repeatedly; and pinching—using
the fingertips... Pinch the clitoris; pull—while pinching the clitoris with your fingers, lift it upwards, causing the clitoris to be mercilessly pulled up...

On the other hand, Senior Sister Sisi's other hand, which was masturbating her own vagina, also had various different
techniques, from the most basic finger insertion and withdrawal; to pressing the vaginal wall, spreading the vagina open with the inserted fingers,
or bending the fingers to gently tease inside the vagina, and even using the vagina to insert half of her palm, almost
like , as well as using fingers to poke the urethral opening, or adjusting the angle to push the fingers to the
cervix, etc.

While vaginal masturbation, compared to clitoral masturbation, is limited by the need to insert fingers into the vagina, allowing
for fewer stimulation techniques, the vagina's internal structure is far more complex. From
the outer labia and vaginal opening to the internal vaginal fornix and cervix, and even the urethral opening at the front of the vagina,
all these are targets that can be presented to the owner for enjoyment. Furthermore, the vaginal walls have varying degrees of
sensitivity , and there's the G-spot. Combined with the pinkish vaginal fluid slowly seeping from the walls,
vaginal masturbation offers visual stimulation no less than clitoral masturbation.

Cruelly, these methods of masturbation are no longer created by women for their own pleasure and sexual satisfaction
, but simply to produce more provocative sounds for men, providing them with both visual and
auditory enjoyment. Later, we could no longer distinguish whether Sisi's moans and cries were
from the pleasure of sexual stimulation or the pain of excessive masturbation.

"Different masturbation methods produce slightly different levels of stimulation and sensations. For a sex slave who can
naturally transform the various pleasures felt by the body into pleasant sounds,
even slight differences in the sexual stimulation felt by the body can produce subtle changes in the sounds produced. Therefore, an excellent
sex slave must not only be able to express the differences in different bodily sensations through sound, but also avoid mechanically using
a single masturbation method. This will only make the performance seem boring and will not satisfy the master!"
Instructor Julic instructed us, but at this point, the differences between different masturbation methods could no longer be discerned in Senior Sister Sisi's voice
...

After about twenty minutes of "masturbation demonstration," Senior Sister Sisi's moans were no longer the suppressed ones at the beginning
, but rather like those of a slut, constantly emitting loud moans, and she could no longer spare a
moment .

The sexual stimulation accumulated from her masturbation performance had already exceeded what a normal person could bear several times over. If it were
an ordinary girl, she would have already reached the peak of orgasm and ejaculated more than ten times. From
Sisi could tell she was already on the verge of a breakdown, about to erupt into a powerful
orgasm.

Her body trembled incessantly; her toes curled tightly; her legs moved restlessly; her eyes were unfocused
; her mouth was parted, emitting moans while a trickle of saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth; her
cheeks were flushed; her breathing was rough and disordered…

In her state, it was as if someone were to gently blow a breath behind her ear, or even touch
a , and she would be on the verge of an orgasm, bursting forth like a torrent… But what was inexplicable was that her
own hands continued this masturbation performance on her clitoris and vagina, not only using various almost
sadistic methods to ravage the two sensitive areas that had already accumulated to their sexual limit, but also
maintaining force and speed as before, without any reduction or slowing down…

This is what Sisi was about to tell us, the cruel truth about
orgasm . We had only a vague understanding when we learned about it in our morning class, but
after seeing Senior Sister Sisi like this, it all became clear...

A female slave is not only subject to control over "behaviors" like masturbation, but even physiological responses
like are restricted. With the results of a year of training, the seniors can
control their orgasms within reasonable limits, but this is to deprive themselves of the freedom to experience orgasm...

"Orgasm control" is a highly emphasized topic in the academy curriculum. The most basic orgasm control can
be divided into "forced orgasm" and "prohibited orgasm." Forced orgasm refers to bringing her
to orgasm at the non-slave's will; orgasm prohibition, on the contrary, is restricting her body and
preventing . In other words, for a perfect female slave, orgasm must be remotely controlled by the master
to be initiated or deactivated.

Unlike abstinence, the female slaves are still subjected to intense sexual stimulation and desire, but the act of
reaching orgasm is strictly forbidden. Therefore, during training, each female slave must concentrate and forcefully suppress
her physiological instinct to achieve orgasm. Over time, this is extremely mentally taxing and cruelly devastating to the female slaves' bodies and
minds .

The female slaves' bodies are trained to have a detached relationship between sexual pleasure and orgasm. Under intense
sexual pleasure, they cannot orgasm without their master's permission; conversely, if the master commands them to orgasm, even if only...
Even the slightest stimulation requires finding ways to utilize that pleasure to reach orgasm. This training process is
extremely difficult and painful. Even Sisi, who is performing no less well than An'an, is unsure
how much longer she can endure it.

"The real difficulty of a masturbation performance lies in this," Instructor Julic explained to us.
"A female slave cannot control the start and end of the performance, nor can she predict whether or when her master will
command her to climax. Sometimes the master will command the female slave to climax the moment she begins the performance, and sometimes she
must not be allowed to climax for several hours. Therefore, the masturbation performance requires reaching
the critical , and then trying hard to hold back the climax, stopping at that critical point. Only then
can the master feast his eyes at the moment he commands the climax. Moreover, during the process, one cannot secretly reduce the quality of the masturbation performance because one is about to climax
. If such opportunistic behavior is discovered by the master, it is a serious crime!"

After Instructor Julic finished speaking, she looked at Senior Sister Sisi, who seemed to be on the verge of a mental breakdown, and said with a smile:
"Looks like you performed even better than usual! You probably wanted to be perfect in front of your juniors, right?
Okay! You can rest for a bit!"

As soon as the instructor finished speaking, Senior Sisi stopped what she was doing, spreading her labia and clitoral
hood , just like before the performance, and respectfully asked the instructors and assistants to examine her genitals,
noting the difference before and after the masturbation performance.

After being given permission again, she returned to her sitting position, her breathing still not calm.

"Now, all of you young slaves, return to your seniors. Today, we'll start with 'vaginal masturbation'
practice." The instructor said, not intending to give Senior Sisi any more rest time, and we were about to officially
begin this shameful and painful performance...

We were all forced to face the mirror, sitting in the same M-shaped position as Senior Sisi had just been, exposing our crotches
completely . Senior Mengmeng, with her back to the mirror, faced the five of us girls, sitting in the same posture,
albeit at a slight angle, even leaning back a little, making her anus almost visible.

"Senior Mengmeng will demonstrate with one hand and correct the junior girls' movements with the other.
The masturbation performance cannot stop until all of them pass! ...However, the young slaves are not yet capable of taking care of themselves. If they accidentally reach orgasm, they will
only get a spanking. But if the senior slaves, who are already in their second year, still can't help but reach orgasm,
the consequences will be much more serious than just a spanking!"

We almost fainted after hearing this. They had to masturbate until every girl passed before they could stop... As
usual , even if it wasn't the end of class, it would take more than an hour. Such a long time, and
a masturbation method that was more intense than regular masturbation, made it unimaginable how many orgasms they would reach in the middle. It was a huge
burden on their bodies and minds.

Moreover, we were allowed to have an orgasm, but Mengmeng and the others had to stay on the verge of orgasm.
When we thought about Sisi's expression later, how
she chills down our spines.

In front of the five of us girls, Senior Mengmeng noticed our worries from our expressions, but only
smiled faintly and comforted us, saying, "It's okay... We're all used to this kind of intense orgasm control
training. Besides, Senior Sisi was masturbating her clitoris and vagina at the same time, while we only masturbated our vaginas,
so it's not as scary as you imagine."

Before we could say anything, the instructor had already ordered all the students to enter the preparatory position:
spread , displaying the depths of their vaginas in front of the mirror so that they could clearly see
the appearance of their vaginas in the mirror...

"Remember! In addition to the movement of your fingers, the moaning is also very important... If you can't coordinate the movements and sounds
, this masturbation won't be perfect, and if the teaching assistants find fault, you might not pass... Relax,
and you can naturally make the moaning sounds that the teaching assistants want to hear..." Senior Mengmeng whispered a final reminder.

"Begin!"

At this starting order, led by the seniors in front of us, all the students in the classroom inserted their fingers
into their vaginas.

"Eek!" The strange sensation of a foreign object invading my body made me cry out involuntarily. In fact,
these past few days, every morning during our showers, our vaginas would be invaded and
teased by the fingers of the senior students who helped us clean. However, that was with the lubrication of water and shower gel, and the feeling of inserting my own fingers into my vagina
was different from the feeling of someone else inserting their fingers into my vagina.

Half of the young slaves present did not have much experience with masturbation. Even those who had experience were mostly
limited to clitoral caresses. No girl would risk breaking her hymen and the pain of vaginal spasms by
randomly sticking her fingers into her vagina.

(Ouch...it hurts...) Despite my slender fingers, even the slightest touch in my dry, unlubricated vagina
was more painful than pleasurable. After all, I'd only had sex once. In the past few weeks, my vagina
hadn't been penetrated much, and it felt as tight as a virgin's again. Yet, it seemed even more sensitive to touch
than before. Perhaps it was due to my own nervousness, but just inserting my fingers into my
vagina, being quietly surrounded by the vaginal walls, caused me excruciating pain, almost like losing my virginity.

"Ouch—Xiao Fen, open your eyes and face the mirror...When we perform...ouch—we must...try our best
to let the master...um—or the guests...see...ouch...the changes in your facial expressions...ah—huff...
huff...this is also...part of the performance for the masters to enjoy..." Senior Mengmeng said while moaning, urging
Xiao Fen, who had been turning her face away and closing her eyes, to face the shameful thing she was doing in the mirror.

Before we even started masturbating, the five of us girls exchanged glances,
all thinking the same thing: we should just focus on our reflections in the mirror and absolutely not peek at
the shameful sight of the girls next to us. Xiaofen, of course, didn't want to see her sister's embarrassing state either, but the thought of her
openly spreading her legs and masturbating in front of the mirror—not only would the mirror reflect
the other girls beside her, but also the teaching assistants patrolling the classroom—
made it impossible to deny the fact that her shameless behavior was being exposed.

"Ugh..." Xiaofen didn't want to face it, but hearing her senior demonstrating masturbation while trying to suppress her urges...
While experiencing sexual pleasure, she had to moan and remind herself, making her senior feel even more
ashamed could only succumb to this shame and glance at herself in the mirror.

Unexpectedly, when Xiaofen opened her eyes and looked in the mirror, she saw a teaching assistant behind her, drawn by Xiaofen
's actions and her senior's words, now meeting her gaze through the mirror…

“No—” Xiaofen finally couldn't suppress her shame any longer, tightly pressing her legs together and sobbing while covering her face.

“Xiaofen, quickly open your legs, continue… Ahhh—” Senior Mengmeng hurriedly said, but was interrupted by
the teaching assistant 's kick. The teaching assistant actually kicked Senior Mengmeng directly in the face.

“What kind of senior are you? Giving birth to such an ignorant child slave?” The teaching assistant didn't punish Xiaofen,
but instead blamed Senior Mengmeng. This time, all the girls, including Xiaofen, were stunned.

After the senior student humbly apologized to the teaching assistant and was kicked a few times, the teaching assistant finally turned his attention
to Xiao Fen.

"You lowly slaves, you were born to satisfy your masters' desires. What
are you ? Look at yourself in the mirror and learn how to perform better! If you don't learn well, I
'll record your masturbation and play it in the audiovisual classroom for the whole class to see! After the class has watched it,
I'll call you up one by one to tell the class how to improve your masturbation performance! Hmph! I'm sure many enthusiastic
students will help you correct your mistakes."

"No...no!!" Xiao Fen was terrified by the threats and intimidation. She would rather die than let
this happen.

"Then do it properly and learn properly. Spread your legs as wide as you can and look at your lowly self in the mirror!
If you dare to slack off again, I'll use a leg brace to hold your legs in place until you get forgiveness... And you!
Can you even see the reflection deep inside your vagina in the mirror? Masturbation is supposed to be performed for people to see. Your hand is covering
your cunt, what are you showing people?!"

After the teaching assistant finished scolding Xiaofen, she turned around and saw that most of my hand was covering my vulva while I was masturbating,
so she turned to scold me as well. After being scolded by the teaching assistant, I clearly felt the vaginal walls
suddenly contract as my finger, which was inserted into her vagina, contracted. Whether it was due to shame or shock, this sudden situation made me realize that not only
could my vagina be very sensitive to the strange sensation of something being inserted and violated, but even my finger could feel the vaginal
walls writhing with every movement… The thought of this made me feel an overwhelming sense of shame and nausea…

“Ahhh—” Senior Mengmeng, who had been moaning just moments before, suddenly let out another painful cry. The teaching assistant
kicked her hard twice more before leaving to supervise the other students’ masturbation practice. Although the senior didn't say
anything, we all understood that those two kicks were because of the mistakes Xiaofen and I made, causing the senior to suffer this
pain . Because of this, Xiaofen and I felt even more ashamed...

"Senior... I'm sorry..." I whispered, trying to apologize to the senior, but the senior only gave a bitter smile and
said softly, "It's okay... Being a senior... is always like this... You see... the other teaching assistants... also
take the opportunity ... to find fault with the juniors... to punish the seniors... Just remember... don't make the same... mistake again... that's... fine..."
As she spoke, the senior's moans became more and more frequent and intense, until she was almost unable to
speak normally to us. She could only use one hand to signal us not to speak anymore, while the other hand never stopped
.

As our senior demonstrated and taught us the essentials of masturbation, it wasn't just
us who felt ashamed and humiliated; the hardships she endured were beyond our comprehension, even unimaginable to those of us who witnessed it firsthand
…

Not long after the demonstration, the sounds emanating from her throat were almost entirely suppressed
moans and groans of pleasure, arousing our desire, but for us, they were even more chilling.

In this intense pleasure, on the verge of orgasm, Senior Mengmeng not only had to continue masturbating without being allowed to
stop and rest, but also had to maintain a clear mind to guide our masturbation performance. Her
mouth could no longer speak and teach as normally. Instead, she used her other hand, which she had freed up,
to point to her own vagina while she was masturbating, making us watch her masturbation demonstration carefully. Sometimes she would hold our
hand and thrust it in and out, making us feel the sensation of the masturbation. Other times she would place her hand in front of us, changing
various gestures to show us how our fingers could move inside her vagina.

However, given Mengmeng's current posture and appearance, she couldn't take care of all five of us girls at once,
so she could only demonstrate and teach us one by one. After the instruction from the previous girl came to a temporary
end , Senior Mengmeng had to laboriously continue maintaining the position of masturbation and sitting in an M-shape,
while using one hand to support herself on the floor and moving forward with one hand and buttocks. It took her one or two minutes just to crawl to the next girl, who was less than a meter
away After crawling over, she would
leave a wet trail on the floor, which made us feel ashamed and embarrassed.

What we felt most sorry for was the seemingly broken expression on Senior Mengmeng's face.
She was still able to stay awake when she was teaching Xuanxuan and Xiaofen, but when it came to the third girl, Xiaoniu, the pleasure her body was experiencing seemed to have reached its peak.
Her body was trembling and twitching involuntarily, and white foam was dripping from the corner of her mouth. She could hardly close her mouth, and her moans
turned into extremely seductive loud moans of lust. Anyone who heard such a sound would definitely think that it was
a prostitute who had been a prostitute for decades, who could be so shameless as to make
such . You would never guess that the source of this voice was just a cute girl around twenty years old,
and she was just demonstrating masturbation to her junior classmates...

Just like Senior Sisi just now, these senior classmates, who were not allowed to orgasm or stop, not only
had to use their bodies, which were more sensitive than ours, to continuously demonstrate masturbation to us and the teaching assistants who were walking around the classroom
watching the show , but also, based on their responsibility as demonstrators and senior classmates,
they did not dare to slack off during the process, and even did it very seriously. The senior
classmates, who were already well-versed in how to stimulate their own vaginas, did not slack off at all, and each of them did their best. However, they had to hold on when they were on the verge of orgasm and collapse
. Under this contradiction and stalemate, they trained their ability to endure orgasm and challenged the limits of their bodies until
they finally broke down.

Finally, it was my turn, fourth in line, to receive guidance from Senior Sister Mengmeng. By this time, forty minutes had passed since the seniors started
demonstrating masturbation. Mengmeng, who had been subjected to such intense sexual stimulation for forty
minutes while trying to suppress her urge to climax, was almost incoherent from her expression.

Her expression seemed to be on the verge of collapse. She rolled her eyes back
more often than she could focus on us. Saliva dripped from her mouth, soaking her chin and running
down her chest and even her lower abdomen. Another
wet . Her sensitive vagina had been overwhelmed by the stimulation
, and her vaginal fluids were overflowing. Sometimes, under her masturbation, there were even faint "splashing" sounds. Judging from the various
moans and groans she made, she not only continued demonstrating masturbation but also
remembered to change her vaginal masturbation techniques.

Indeed, just as the instructor had said, different masturbation methods produce
different , which cannot be imitated. Moreover, given her current state, if she couldn't help but reach orgasm, it would be
impossible to hide it...

Looking at Senior Mengmeng like this, I couldn't imagine how she could guide us, but she immediately forced herself
to cheer up, gave me a forced smile as if apologizing for keeping me waiting, and began to use her free hand
to teach me the "correct" masturbation techniques...

(Ugh... Senior... why are you doing this...) I felt a pang of bitterness in my heart. We should be the ones feeling apologetic
... From the beginning of masturbation, Senior Mengmeng had been demonstrating and teaching us very seriously,
but at the beginning, before receiving her instruction, we only dared to put our hands into our vaginas, but dared not move too much
... After all, it was only when the vagina was about to secrete lubrication that we felt
uncomfortable just by rashly inserting our fingers. If we didn't wait for the vagina to become more lubricated before starting to thrust, the pain would be no less than the pain of being deflowered
. But when the lubrication increased, and even started to slowly flow down between my thighs with the movements of my fingers,
dripping onto the floor through my perineum and even my anus, I felt ashamed...
The level of dedication my senior showed was far beyond what we could imagine...

At that moment, my senior was sitting in front of me, watching me and instructing me on masturbation. Although I knew she was my senior,
the thought of my lewd behavior, coupled with this sitting posture and the constantly flowing lubrication, made me so
ashamed that I subconsciously wanted to close my legs a little, but my senior immediately stopped me with one hand... This made me
realize that masturbating in this position in front of others was
much more difficult than masturbating in front of a mirror. My vagina seemed to become more sensitive; even the slightest stimulation from my fingers would cause
slight spasms in the vaginal walls, making them more tightly grip and move, which also increased my sense of shame...

Senior Mengmeng was already on the verge of a peak orgasm, yet she still had to maintain her rationality and not be
overwhelmed and ejaculate. She also had to guide me in masturbating under such circumstances, which was
quite difficult even for Senior Mengmeng. While she was making various lewd sounds, her body trembled as she raised her other hand to
gesture in front of me. Then she reached out and grabbed the back of my hand, even pressing down on the
base of my index and middle fingers that were inside my vagina, guiding me to make a more aesthetically pleasing masturbation pose.

After about five minutes of instruction, the pleasure I felt intensified, as if some energy was
rapidly accumulating. My consciousness gradually blurred, and my moans grew louder involuntarily. Finally, when my senior gestured with
her finger in front of me, indicating that I should try probing the vaginal wall with my fingertip, the moment I touched it,
a powerful electric current surged from the point I had been probing, traveling to my brain. Simultaneously, it felt like something
exploded ; some invisible yet clearly perceptible substance instantly spread throughout my body, especially
to the area of my vagina where I had been constantly masturbating. Then, a white light seemed to flash before my eyes, instantly obscuring my
vision . My hearing became blurred, and I could only feel my entire body convulsing violently, especially between my legs
, where it felt as if my finger was being chewed and swallowed by the vaginal walls

…

"Ugh—hmm—" In the darkness, I just came to my senses and realized that one of my hands was still caressing
my breasts, but the other hand had unknowingly reached between my legs to touch my clitoris
… I had actually been secretly masturbating while reminiscing about the past…

(Ugh…why…why is this happening…) I quickly moved my hands away from these
private parts of my body in shame and turned my head to make sure the other sisters were still asleep before I felt a little relieved.

(Masturbation…no wonder…) I was just thinking about the masturbation class a week ago,
how ashamed I was, unwilling to masturbate in front of others, even in front of my seniors. How could
my heart have become so corrupted in just one week…

That day, that time I masturbated to orgasm, although it wasn't my first orgasm, it was undoubtedly the most
intense one. I don't know why, but when I lost my virginity, I was fortunate enough
to experience orgasm more than the other girls and even most of my classmates. At the time, I only felt an indescribable, shameful yet strangely satisfying feeling,
a sensation I had never experienced before. But before I could savor it, I fainted,
which earned me the nickname "ZZ". Later, when Senior Mengmeng washed us in the morning,
I fainted again when she cleaned my vagina for the first time because I had reached orgasm. In the following weeks,
when Senior Mengmeng cleaned my vagina, she was deliberately much gentler and slower, and I gradually became able to endure it and was less likely to suffer from fainting after orgasm
.

The following weeks of classes, though filled with shame, offered little physical stimulation and
few to reach orgasm. That particular orgasm from vaginal masturbation was
the first in those weeks, but it felt several times stronger than any of my previous experiences. And
naturally, after that orgasm, I became a "zz" again…

Was it because of the intense shame? Was it because I had held back
my orgasm over forty minutes before the final burst of stimulation brought me to my peak? I pondered these questions,
but didn't have time to think about them deeply. Afterwards, we experienced wave after wave of orgasms. During that vaginal masturbation
practice class, all the senior female students successfully held back their orgasms, while the junior female students all experienced at least one orgasm.
Having done it more than once…

so my orgasm didn’t attract much attention. In contrast, Xiaofen’s
first orgasm did draw the attention of the teaching assistant…

“

Ugh… Senior… I… Ahhh…” After our vaginal masturbation practice lasted for more than an
hour , Xiaofen, who had been trying to suppress her moans, couldn’t help but raise her voice and even started
asking her senior for help.

At that time, the other girls, including Xuanxuan, who had been taught by the senior to stimulate her vagina with overly cool masturbation methods
, had already had four orgasms and her body felt like it was about to collapse. I had just reached my second orgasm,
which was not as intense as the first one. Xiaofen, however, had been enduring it all this time. This was not because she was opportunistic or not serious,
but because she was seriously practicing the masturbation methods taught by the senior and desperately trying to suppress this intense sexual pleasure,
just like the seniors. The only difference was that the seniors were forced to endure it because they were forbidden, while Xiaofen was unwilling
to do such a shameful thing and had been fighting alone.

However, judging from Xiaofen's reaction, we all knew that she was finally unable to hold back and was about
to climax.

"Ah... Senior... I... I can't take it anymore... Ahhh..." Xiaofen's whole body trembled violently
, her muscles tensed, her legs involuntarily tried to clamp together, and her fingers slowed down the stimulation of her vagina
. But these actions
were stopped forced her to maintain the same rhythm and posture to reach Xiaofen's
first ultimate climax...

"It's okay... Waaah... Xiaofen... Huff... Huff... We're together... We won't... laugh at you
..." Xiaofen whispered in her ear, comforting her. Xiaofen continued to endure the stimulation of the climax
for a full minute, until finally, her whole body trembled violently as if electrocuted, and with an extremely loud, lewd scream,
she erupted...

" Ah
... (Xiao...Xiao Fen?) The most surprised were us, Xiao Fen's sisters who spent every day with her. We never expected that Xiao Fen, who was always most afraid of showing her shameful side in front of others, would become like this... "Not bad! That was your moaning just now, wasn't it?" While we were still in shock, a teaching assistant came over, encouragingly patting Xiao Fen's head, and said, "This is your first orgasm today, right? Looks like you've been building up for a long time, you worked hard!" "Ugh..." Xiao Fen let out a soft moan. She had gradually recovered some of her senses from the intense orgasm and realized how shameless she had been, moaning loudly , making it known to the whole class and the teaching assistant. Now, being praised like this by the teaching assistant made her want to crawl into a hole... "That's right. Even if you can't hold back your orgasm, you have to unleash that pent-up energy all at once . That's what a masturbation orgasm performance looks like. But next time, you have to be careful. When you orgasm , you have to look directly at your master in front of you and make sure your master can clearly see your expression of climax. Also, after the orgasm, and even while the orgasm is still going on, you have to keep stimulating yourself until your master gives you permission to stop!" The teaching assistant patted Xiaofen's head a few times while speaking. He didn't make things difficult for her or ridicule her, nor did he blame her for stopping her masturbation earlier. It seemed that he really liked Xiaofen's orgasm performance... However, for Xiaofen herself, this was nothing to be happy about. She remained sitting there in the same position , and it was unclear whether she understood the teaching assistant's words. After her incredible orgasm, she seemed to have gone dazed, her reactions much slower... Our vaginal masturbation continued for about ten more minutes after Xiaofen's orgasm before finally ending. I was just about to reach another orgasm when the teaching assistant stopped me, forcing me to pull myself away from the edge of climax. It felt like I was floating on clouds and then falling ... I have to admire them, and I feel sorry for the senior students... Xiaofen's incredible orgasm made me realize that even a girl like Xiaofen, who would never want to orgasm in front of , couldn't help but reach a peak after enduring so much. The senior students had to endure even stronger stimulation and longer periods of time, yet they still gritted their teeth and persevered until the very last moment. My climax was abruptly cut short, like falling straight down from the clouds. Meanwhile, the senior students were at a much higher level, holding their positions for one or two hours or more, just like me, never reaching their peak before plummeting downwards. This felt like falling from heaven to the eighteenth level of hell... Finally, after the vaginal masturbation class ended, we, the young slaves, felt like our bones were about to fall apart. Each girl, along with her assigned senior, had to use her fingers to carefully spread her labia and open her vagina for the teaching assistants to check before we were finally allowed to rest. So, we first-year students, almost without a care for appearances, lay back to catch our breath. The older girls, on the other hand, had to use their tongues to clean the floor, which had been wet and soiled by their own and our bodily fluids—love fluids, saliva, and other bodily fluids— …(Some girls even accidentally urinated during masturbation , and we were all devastated by this…) Afterwards, before school ended, we were all called to the center to report the number of times we accidentally , and were given the same number of slaps for sticking our butts out. Most girls had at least three orgasms. Among the five of us, Xuanxuan had the most, reaching four orgasms and being slapped four times. However, ranked behind Nunu, who had the most orgasms in the class—ten in just over an hour—she went completely unnoticed . Conversely, Xiao Fen was the only one in the class who only experienced one orgasm and was beaten the fewest times. Just having to report her single orgasm in front of the whole class and the teaching assistants was enough to make her feel...

How shameful…

This afternoon's class felt like a turning point, carrying a certain significance. Some of the girls, especially Xiaofen,
had never even experienced an orgasm before this class, let alone masturbation. It was also my
first time experiencing how intense, vivid, and indescribable an orgasm could be. I deeply felt how
terrifying it would be to be forced to stop during an orgasm, and how terrifying the "orgasm control" lessons would be…

Back

in reality, I had already moved my hands away from my breasts and clitoris, but
after thinking for a while, I moved them back to their original positions. As long as I didn't get so absorbed in thinking about last week's afternoon
class , I shouldn't repeat that embarrassing behavior…

Qingqing, fast asleep beside me, was sleeping in the same position as me, one hand on her chest, the other on
her clitoris . I couldn't tell if she was trying to cover herself or if she wanted more sexual
stimulation from this position before falling asleep, but it was indeed our nightly routine…

…

After the afternoon classes last Wednesday, Instructor Julic assigned us this new fixed assignment:
every night before bed, we had to review the masturbation performance lesson until the senior student agreed to pass. Even if the senior student was
absent, we had to spontaneously masturbate together until all the girls had reached orgasm at least once before we
were allowed to stop and rest. We also had to report on our masturbation performance and the number of orgasms during the morning class the next day
…

On the first night, when we were about to go to bed, we were somewhat hoping that Senior Student Mengmeng would consider
our shame and let us finish quickly. However, Senior Student Mengmeng supervised our masturbation very strictly.
Not only could we not get her permission to finish in a short time, but even the movements, postures, etc., were just
as meticulous as in the afternoon classes.

This time, without having to demonstrate masturbation like in the afternoon classes, Senior Student Mengmeng could clearly pay attention to
every detail of our masturbation and give us clear guidance and corrections.

"Senior...please...can you stop...I...don't want to..."
After all the other girls had at least one orgasm, Xiaofen knew that her senior was waiting for her to reach her final climax before agreeing to stop masturbating. But she didn't want to repeat the shameful act of
masturbating to orgasm and moaning loudly like during lunch break . Senior Mengmeng, hearing Xiaofen's plea, didn't speak, but resolutely shook her head, refusing Xiaofen 's pleas. "Ugh..." Knowing she couldn't escape this cruel reality, Xiaofen could only let out a sorrowful groan, tilting her head back and concentrating on her groin. Gradually, the groans grew louder, reaching an orgasm in about half the time it took during lunch break. Although the intensity of this orgasm was much weaker, the shame was still unbearable for Xiaofen. As soon as Xiaofen reached her orgasm, and Senior Mengmeng agreed to stop, a slightly resentful Xiaofen lay face down on the bed, burying her face in her arms. "Xiao Fen... and all of you... I know it's cruel , but masturbation performance is a very important part of the course later on, and we can't be careless at all. Putting everything else aside, even in the final exam for young slaves, masturbation and orgasm will be the most important questions... And right now, you can freely orgasm whenever you want during your masturbation performance. Seeing you like this, I'm a little jealous ... You'll understand how I feel now in the future. It's okay if you don't understand now, just cherish this time... It's getting late... I won't disturb your sleep anymore..." After saying that, she played the lullaby recorded with her moans again, and walked out , the feeling was even deeper. That night, we almost all had insomnia until dawn... After that, we also verified the fact that, as my senior said, masturbation was the most important course for us at this stage. Thursday's afternoon class, again, involved After about half an hour, we began the day 's practical lesson: "clitoral masturbation." Clitoral masturbation is the most common method chosen by most girls, and it 's simpler and safer than vaginal masturbation, but the stimulation is also much stronger. Throughout the day, we kept rubbing our clitoris, experiencing wave after wave of orgasms. Eventually, it wasn't pleasure anymore , but pain; the sounds we made weren't moans, but wails. The masturbation continued unabated… Then, following the instructor's commands, we couldn't just rub our clitoris and be done with it. Like in our caressing lessons the previous two days, we had to torture our clitoris—which was far more sensitive than our nipples—in various ways… After several hours of stimulation during lunch break, although we finished our masturbation lesson early, wiping the fluids flowing from our genitals with our skirts, we quietly waited for our seniors to arrive. But almost half an hour later, when our seniors came to pick us up, our swollen, engorged clitoral heads were exposed. Some girls were even unable to put their school skirts back on and walk normally because of it, making the scene somewhat comical and awkward. That night, we were to review the practice of masturbation with small beans before bed. Compared to vaginal masturbation, masturbation with small beans was much more intense and pleasurable. And after just two days of training, I seemed to be gradually losing the intense shame I felt during masturbation orgasms… … It’s a terrible thing to get used to something, especially something you’ve always been unwilling to face. Does it represent surrender and compromise? Or has your heart fallen? Now, our pre-sleep masturbation practice is not only without much hesitation, but it feels like the most natural thing in the world . If we miss it, we even feel a little uneasy. After several masturbation orgasms, I gradually began to savor the feeling and afterglow of the orgasm . And the more I did this, the more clearly I could feel the terrifying nature of orgasms.

The more sexual stimulation accumulated through masturbation before orgasm, the more intense the orgasmic reaction at the moment of climax. This
is why Xiaofen broke down like that during her first orgasm. In addition, as masturbation skills improve, the number of times one can experience near-orgasm sexual pleasure in
the same amount time also increases. Sometimes I even suspect that I am trying to stimulate my genitals
with various masturbation techniques that I didn't originally like in order to pursue a more intense orgasm .
The afterglow of the climax was like being on drugs; my whole body felt light and
limp , as if I were walking on clouds, or like an inflating balloon, endlessly floating upwards.
Even after the afterglow subsided, because the masturbation continued, I sometimes felt uncomfortable, but my body
seemed to be striving for the next climax…

it was like being addicted to drugs… Because of this feeling, I even vaguely hoped that my senior wouldn't
agree to let us stop so soon; because of this feeling, I even began to crave and look forward to
the lunchtime classes that used to make our faces pale; because of this feeling, I would even, while the other girls were asleep,
remain awake, thinking about the lunchtime classes of the past few days, and continue to secretly masturbate without orders or
permission …

(So that’s why…) At some point, a flash of inspiration seemed to appear in my mind, and I finally understood
something…

(So... this is what it means to be a child slave... this is... growth?)

The instructor once said that we are still "ignorant" child slaves, and we need to learn and
grow slowly over these five weeks, growing into sex slaves like the senior students... At first, I thought it simply referred to
the behavior and etiquette that we should have as sex slaves, but I didn't know that the change in our "heart" at this moment is the real transformation of a child slave into a
sex slave .

Even when we're chatting idly on the floor in our dorm rooms, we no longer ignore the "
toys Some, like Qingqing, Xiaorutou, and even Xuanxuan, have started picking them up and playing with them…

This is what our afternoon classes started this week: taking the toys our seniors bought us to the dance
studio, where the seniors, acting as our little helpers, teach us how to play with them…

For the next few days, our afternoon classes consisted of playing with the toys we brought, scattered all over the classroom.
The teaching assistants even required us, the "child slaves" from different groups, to exchange toys to "build
friendships"…

With this kind of afternoon class schedule, playing with these toys in our dorm rooms actually helps us convince
ourselves that it's not due to inner corruption, but simply to review what we learned in the afternoon classes. The content… but… even I don’t know what
I really think…

Sometimes, there are things I want to ask my senior, but I’m too embarrassed to ask, or I don’t know how to
ask…

Before, we always rejected our status as sex slaves, but we couldn’t escape this fate…
But these past few days, perhaps we’ve been overwhelmed by the continuous orgasms, and we’ve developed a different
way of thinking…

Before, when we came to this school, we were almost all focused on our studies, clubs, family, and friends.
Occasionally, we had a relationship, but it was just a pure emotional refuge. We almost never thought deeply about sex
. Even when we secretly masturbated in our rooms, it was just
a simple .

However, after coming to this school, we were essentially declared to spend
our When we first encountered the word “sex slave,” it was incredibly terrifying. All we could think about
were images of being raped and sexually abused by horrific perverts. However, through the lessons on child slavery, we
gained a comprehensive understanding of sex slavery and sex... It turns out that what we previously thought of as sex was only
a very limited aspect, and we hadn't even glimpsed its ultimate meaning; it turns out that simply
masturbating can produce such intense pleasure, and the orgasm can be so intense. And, although we were ashamed
to talk about it, we couldn't deny that
the stimulation was hundreds of times more stimulating than any random masturbation we had done in private...

It turns out that our world has already developed various objects and methods for enhancing sexual pleasure. We
've all entered adulthood, entered the adult world, and learned about the secrets and ways to play with our own bodies
. We're no longer naive little girls. It turns out that
there are quite a few girls like Nunu who willingly become slaves, and many girls simply suppress their desire to be slaves for fear of being looked down upon by
others .

The knowledge about sex slaves that we learned this morning wasn't meant to brainwash us into
thinking that sex slaves. The content didn't exaggerate the benefits of being a sex slave or encourage us to fall into the sea of lust. But this kind of content is more effective
than any kind of brainwashing education . Over the past few weeks, we've learned about the history of sex slavery, realizing that women like us have existed throughout history; we've learned about the various structures of male and female genitalia, areas that even years of health education courses haven't clearly explained; we've learned about masturbation, pleasure, orgasm, and the physiological mechanisms behind these behaviors, building a deeper level of sexual knowledge—knowledge that even most adults don't know, but which is essential knowledge for our future. As we become accustomed to living as child slaves on campus, we begin to feel that "it's all okay." This habit, though unconscious, has already caused a significant shift in our mindset. Things that initially felt simply shameful have gradually taken on a more exciting aspect. The caring behaviors of our seniors, which once seemed incomprehensible—like breastfeeding us or gently licking us while we slept—no longer evoke such strong disgust; instead, they even bring a sense of warmth. As we got used to automatically undressing and facing each other naked in the dorm, the initial feelings of shame and embarrassment, the urge to cover up, gradually faded away. Instead, because of this, we felt incredibly comfortable chatting together in our dorm room, not only feeling completely at ease with each other...

There's no sense of distance between us; sometimes we even admire and tease each other about our figures, skin, and so on… Like
now , what I'm getting impatient with is my breasts, which have grown several cup sizes in just a few weeks.
Qingqing has joked about them more than once these past few days, but even though I still feel a little ashamed and uncomfortable after she says it,
these large breasts that I so deeply dislike don't seem so annoying anymore…

It's not just the change in my physical appearance; even my inner self is gradually being corrupted, and I can't go back to who
I used to be…

I secretly glanced at Qingqing again. She was peacefully asleep, her hands resting on her chest and genitals, a slightly satisfied smile
on her face . Was she covering herself out of shyness before falling asleep, or
was she subconsciously trying to bring herself to orgasm again? Regardless of the reason, I won't
laugh at her or look down on her. I know she's actually less willing to let herself fall into depravity than I am, but because of
the promise she made to her senior, this strong-willed girl chose to yield first. She understands better than I do that she can't
escape this fate, and this is the only way to prevent her senior from being implicated by us. Only when one of us takes the lead
will we have the courage to face the extremely shameful lessons that follow…

Looking at Qingqing like this now, and thinking about her efforts over the past few weeks, my heart seems to
pound … Before meeting Qingqing, I had never felt this way. I had never thought about, nor dared
to think about, a relationship with Qingqing that was closer than friendship. However, I can't deny that if Qingqing and I had only
met in a regular school, we might still be good friends, good sisters, but we would never be as close as we are now,
without any reservations or conditions.

It was here that I met Qingqing, Xiaoke, the other sisters, and senior Mengmeng.
These people, strangers just weeks ago, have now forged a deep friendship, sharing joys and sorrows, willing to sacrifice everything
for . This is all thanks to the school, which made us realize
how insignificant and trivial everything we possess is…

Part of my mindset is gratitude for coming to this school, a
thought I'd never had before, and even thought impossible, in the past few weeks. But the shame of uncontrollable sexual stimulation leading to orgasm,
followed by the wonderful afterglow; the mutual support of licking wounds with my sisters after being humiliated to the extreme;
the feeling of shedding all pretense and having my sisters see my truest self—
these are also things I've learned from meeting other friends at other schools. I've never done this before...

I've only been at this school for a few weeks, and I already have these strange thoughts. I don't even know how to tell my
sisters about these feelings, or how to express them. Maybe if I did, they would think I've
been completely assimilated, a true sex slave inside and out. Maybe Qingqing and the others would be shocked to hear
that they feel the same way... The only thing I'm sure of is that even so, none of us would laugh
at someone with this mindset...

If it weren't for today's... or rather yesterday's... lunch class, which suddenly pulled me away from these
thoughts and made me realize that sex slavery has another terrifying side... perhaps... I really would have
unconsciously started to yearn for being such a "free and unrestrained" sex slave...

Tonight, I have so many feelings because of that lunch class! Compared to the previous afternoon classes,
the difference was too great… Although it was indeed the same concept, if the previous classes were about experiencing
the benefits of being a sex slave, then this afternoon class was about experiencing the drawbacks… and it was
just preparation…

(What am I doing… thinking about all sorts of things… if I don’t sleep soon… it’ll be dawn…) I don’t know
how long I was awake, but I finally felt sleepy again. I didn’t want to think about yesterday’s afternoon class again, or
wonder what terrible and shameful things might happen during today’s last afternoon class after dawn.
So I lay back down on the bed, turned over, and lay on my side, facing away from Qingqing who was sleeping soundly beside me…

“…Xiao Fen?” I couldn’t help but call out softly. Although there was only a dim light in the dormitory,
Xiao Fen’s dark eyes, reflecting the faint light, had been secretly
watching me since some time ago…

(To be continued)

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