[Sex Slave Training Academy] (08-17) Author: capricandy

Author: capricandy
Word Count: 169583

Chapter Eight: Dormitory (Part Two)

After she left, another person would naturally come in to replace me as the next toilet user. However, when she
walked , I couldn't help but groan… If it were any other two, we could have had some conversation, but this time it was
Xiao Fen, whom I knew the least.

Therefore, my first experience with the new toilet ended in utter awkward silence. I
tried , but she only gave shy and simple replies. Eventually, I didn't know how to continue the
conversation.

Because the girl standing next to me was so shy, I felt even more constrained. I couldn't
urinate like Qingqing had done, shamefully parting my labia to reduce splashing. The large amount of urine I had been holding back was
forcefully squeezed out, hitting my labia outside my vaginal opening and splashing everywhere. I had to use the urine shield
...

"I'm sorry, I've made such a mess..." I really didn't expect that parting my labia would make such a big difference.
Even my genitals and inner thighs were quite wet. I hurriedly asked Xiaofen, who was staring in disbelief, "Do you know
how to clean this up? I can't go back to my room like this!"

But this seemed to hit her sore spot. She covered her mouth with one hand to hide her surprised opening, shook her head with her eyes tightly closed
, and pointed outside the toilet with the other hand.

"...You've worked hard." Senior Mengmeng said as she watched me walk out with a sigh of relief, "I thought
you were the most popular among us, and you should be able to talk to Xiaofen more. It seems it's still too difficult for you."

"Hmm..." I said, but I noticed that apart from Senior Mengmeng, the other three people's faces were all flushed
with embarrassment, especially Qingqing.

"Lily, this..." She looked at my wet genitals in surprise, wondering why she would pay special
attention to this embarrassing place. "I'm sorry, I just... I'm sorry I spread my labia open... I didn't
know it would be this bad."

"Hehe! Yes! This is probably the first time you've all experienced this way of urinating! But the school has already
conducted several years of experiments with senior students to get this result. The height of the urination board has been specially
calculated. Most girls, if they don't open their labia, will end up like this."
Senior Mengmeng laughed as she looked at my embarrassing genitals, and even reached out to touch them.

"Senior, that's... pee!" I was terrified and quickly backed away. That liquid wasn't clean
water; it was my excrement that had been splashed out by my labia!

"I know," the senior said with a smile. "Since you've gotten yourself like this, let me clean you up!
If you're scared and don't want to look, you can turn your face away or close your eyes; it's okay."

"Hmm..." I thought to myself, could it be that Qingqing was right and we'd need sandpaper...?

"Xiaofen should be almost done peeing; I'll go in first!" Xuanxuan said, turning around and quickly running into the toilet. "
Xuanxuan , wait for me!" Xiaorutou followed immediately. Although people usually
wait for those in front, Xuanxuan was a little later because she was worried Xiaofen would be shy, but seeing their panicked
reaction made me realize that something terrible was about to happen.

However, when I followed the senior's instructions and turned away from my genitals, a shocking scene
instantly made me understand the reason for their panicked actions.

Not far from me was another girl who had just come out of the restroom, being cleaned by her senior classmate
... with her tongue...

At the same time, I felt a warm, soft touch moving around the area that had been splashed with urine
. I immediately recognized what it was and quickly turned around, only to see Senior Mengmeng
licking away the urine from my body with her tongue.

"Senior, don't do this..." I tried to break free, but my waist was held by her hands. She
continued
to lick thoroughly my pubic mound, groin, inner thighs, crotch, and even the folds of my labia with an obsessive expression.

To prevent me from struggling too violently, even Qingqing came over to help Senior Mengmeng hold my upper body.
Under their restraint, I had no choice but to give up struggling and close my eyes, trying my best not to think about this disgusting scene.

I closed my eyes; out of sight, out of mind, but the sensation of my senior's nimble tongue roaming over my lower body was still
incredibly clear, even more intense than when my eyes were open. What nearly drove me
to the brink of collapse was that, besides the nausea, my body was also gradually aroused by the stimulation of her tongue
.

Fortunately, before things escalated further, her tongue finished its work. She
smiled at me, now crying with embarrassment.

"What's wrong? Is my cleaning service making you uncomfortable?" she said humorously. Of course it was
uncomfortable! If I licked any more, I'm afraid what I'd be licking next wouldn't be urine anymore...

"Remember you two, and your other good friend, you were the last
people we dressed up for during the wedding preparations last night, right? We told you then that toilet paper is contraband, and there wouldn't be any in
the toilets . But the school severely punishes students who don't clean their genitals properly and smell of urine, so
the only way was to use our own bodies to clean ourselves."

"But... that's still... ours... this... is so dirty!"

The senior looked at me, who was clearly disgusted by her actions, and suddenly mischievously stroked my already white and hairless mons
pubis , saying, "But I don't think your genitals are dirty!"

These words immediately had a strong effect; I felt overwhelmed by immense shame.
Being told that my urine wasn't dirty was definitely not a happy thing.

Soon, Xiaofen came out, and the senior began to clean her up. For
Xiaofen, who was already very shy, this felt like it was about to kill her.

"So, it's because Xiaofen saw you having your senior clean up that she felt even more
ashamed , right?" I asked Qingqing, but she shook her head and said, "Not entirely. She rushed
into the toilet as soon as I came out, but so many seniors around were doing the same thing, only we who were in
the toilet didn't know..."

Qingqing paused, then said angrily, "That's really too much. On that kind of toilet, if you don't spray it everywhere..."
"Yes, you only have the option of spreading your labia yourself, otherwise it will be like what happened to you just now, with urine splashing everywhere,
making it harder and more shameful for your senior to clean up. When I first came out and realized this, I hurriedly wanted to go in and tell you,
but your senior stopped me, saying, 'Just pee as you like! The school doesn't have any strict rules about
whether this extra step'... But like this... like this..."

I understand Qingqing's feelings. Looking at Xiaofen's genitals, which were almost completely clean, and the senior only needed to lick
the drops of urine from her vulva, I was certain of this. It seems like there are no restrictions on us, but in order to reduce
the humiliation and guilt we will suffer later, we have to say "there are no strict rules," but we can only choose
the way the school wants to see...

Even a girl like Xiaofen, who is ashamed to defecate in public, will bravely choose to spread her
labia in front of everyone, so that people in front can clearly see a line of water flowing out from that deep orifice. The two urination
boards, nominally only useful for this one time, caused humiliation that
wouldn't end until we left this toilet...

Just as we were waiting for the last two, another bell rang, and the surroundings became even more
restless .

"Oh no, toilet time is almost over, and the two inside haven't come out yet!"

I also sensed the urgency. The bell continued to ring loudly, and about ten male teaching assistants came out from nearby rooms
, all heading towards us.

"Senior, what do we do? Will we be too late?" Qingqing asked anxiously.

Urged on by the bell, the girls inside the toilet knew they had to hurry, some even rushing
out before they had finished urinating. However, this toilet could accommodate more than a hundred girls, but the door could only let one or two people
through at a time. Now, a group of girls were rushing in, blocking a bunch of them inside.

The teaching assistants had already reached the toilet door and dispersed us girls who were watching outside,
but they still allowed the girls inside to pass through.

Not long after, we finally saw Xuanxuan emerge from the crowd, but she also brought
the bad news that Xiaorutou was stuck at the back and couldn't get out in time.

The bell finally stopped ringing, but it felt like the air had been sucked out. The teaching assistants started blocking
the toilet doors, preventing the people inside from coming out.

"Time's up... Xiaorutou is too late," the senior student sighed.

Inside the toilet, there were probably still about twenty girls. Under the escort of the teaching assistants, they filed out one by one, each with their hands
on the shoulders of the person in front of them. It really felt a bit like being a prisoner. Xiaorutou was one of them.
Her lower body was even more disheveled than mine, probably because she hadn't finished urinating and was in a hurry to get out of the toilet. She
gave us a bitter smile when she saw us, and then followed the girl in front of her to a room
, the "dormitory supervisor's room."

Most of the senior students had already taken their assigned girls upstairs to their rooms, and we
girls, whose roommates had been caught, were waiting outside for them to be released.

"This place mainly handles dormitory violations, spot checks, patrols, and other similar matters. It's best to stay away from here at
other times. Although they do handle some dormitory issues, it always comes
at a price. So, if you encounter any problems, don't be silly and come here for help!" The senior student explained
this place to us after cleaning Xuanxuan's genitals. Even if she hadn't said anything, we knew we should stay away from this
place.

Not long after, the girls who had been led in slowly came out. Each girl looked unwell
, and each had a small tag stuck to her buttocks.

"What does that tag say?" Xuanxuan asked.

"That tag is a notification of punishment," the senior student said. "When we were young slaves, we were often
punished by spanking, so our buttocks were like a record of our punishments. Later
, although the types of punishments became more and more diverse and were no longer limited to the buttocks, we still habitually
stuck the punishments on our buttocks first. Only after receiving the punishment would we tear off the tag and store the record in our
chip." As she spoke, the senior student waved to the little nipple that had just been released. The little
nipple clearly did not look as relaxed as before.

"Senior, I'm sorry, I didn't have time to come out." Little Nipple apologized to Senior Mengmeng sadly. Senior Mengmeng
patted her shoulder and said, "It's not your fault. I forgot to tell you too much, which is why you all
couldn't adjust in time."

"But you didn't even go to the toilet, and you still..." Little Nipple turned around embarrassedly, facing her buttocks
towards Senior Mengmeng, and said, "They said... I have to show this to you..."

Senior Mengmeng smiled wryly and said, "It's okay, you don't need to show it to me. I know. Turn back first
! I haven't cleaned your private parts yet! And only you can go at this time. We can only go
once a day tomorrow morning."

"No..." Upon hearing this, Little Nipple began to tremble violently and said, "I'm sorry, tomorrow..."

"...It's all my fault..."

The senior gestured for her to stop talking, then squatted down and dutifully finished cleaning again.

Seeing the senior cleaning us one by one, I suddenly thought of a question. "Senior,
how will you clean yourself when you go to the toilet tomorrow?"

Before I could finish the question, Xuanxuan kept giving me meaningful glances. Because she was shorter, she could easily
see the labels on the nipples. The rest of us girls also secretly leaned in for a closer look.

"Violator: Little Nipple. Violation: Excessive time spent urinating. Punishment: Twenty slaps on the buttocks.

Direct punishment: Twenty self-slaps to the genitals, and disqualification from using the toilet for one time."

After seeing this label, our hearts sank to the bottom. Saying Little Nipple took too long to urinate was truly
unfair to her; she only had time to use the toilet at the very last minute, and now she was being punished for this unfounded violation simply because she was last in
line . I'd rather the five of us split the punishment. But
what truly upset us was the direct punishment. Our senior didn't even have a chance to use the toilet, yet she was
being punished, and even her only right to use the toilet each day was being taken away. Wouldn't that mean
she wouldn't be able to use the toilet for two whole days?

After licking Little Nipple clean, our senior was finally able to answer our question: "Our senior..."
"We also take turns cleaning." Seeing our relieved expressions, she laughed and said,
"What's wrong? Are you all so afraid to help your senior clean? I'm so disappointed in you! All
that hard work cleaning for you is for nothing..."

"Senior, stop teasing us!"

"I wasn't entirely kidding you guys, I'm actually serious." The senior student looked away, her gaze unfocused on a non-
existent , and slowly said, "Cleaning, licking away
the urine from the bodies of our friends and sisters. What seems disgusting to you is
the best . We wholeheartedly serve each other, making them feel better and more comfortable. For us here,
serving others with our bodies is our reason for living, so we serve every teaching assistant on campus,
every customer who comes here, and the master we will serve for the rest of our lives... But the people we truly want to serve physically are
the sisters around us..." She smiled and turned back to us, who were listening in a daze, and said, "
Here, this is the only thing we can do, the only thing we want to do. And it's a kind of 'affection' that I've
never , isn't it?"

I roughly understood what the senior student meant, and turned to steal a glance at Qingqing, only to find that she had already looked in my direction.
The two of us smiled silently at each other.

"So, from now on, we'll lick each other like this too?" Little Nipple asked. "Yes! If you
'd like , you can start with your best friend after you pee next time. If you can't adapt yet
, that's okay too. I'll still be living with you in this dorm for the time being. After we move out,
I'll have to separate from you. Then you'll have to be independent and ask your classmates for help with cleaning."

"Moving out? Is it next year?"

"Of course not! Your period as a 'child slave' won't last that long. Generally, it's five weeks. After five weeks,
you'll leave here and leave the 'child slave' stage, becoming independent sex slaves."

The senior said with a smile, making us all blush.

We walked slowly while talking, but we hadn't gone back to our rooms yet. The senior suggested that since we were out
, we should take a look at the 'special rooms' on the first floor. Although we were a little scared, we didn't want to
stay cooped up in our dorm rooms, so we all agreed.

So, we walked and talked back to the topic that had been interrupted earlier: chips.

Upon hearing that the chip would also store our punishment records, I grew increasingly impressed with the
tiny . Thinking about it carefully, it had already played quite a few roles:
proof of my sex slave status, storage of my body data, dormitory access pass, tracking and location services, and now it had added
recording of punishments.

"Punishment records are also very important to customers. If a student has a lot of punishment
records, it might mean she's quite unruly, and only customers with a strong desire for conquest would like her. If she has many
reward records, it means she's an excellent student, and usually her price will be much higher." "

And those little nipples have punishment labels on them, so…" Qingqing was still bothered by this.

"It won't have a big impact. In this academy, it's really hard to avoid punishment. The teaching assistants
can find fault with everything and use it as an excuse to punish every student. It's just a good thing we have this chip now, otherwise it would be really
terrible . As I said before, the buttocks are a punishment record board. Now we only need to stick the labels on them until the punishment is over and then
peel them off, because of the more convenient chip. The senior students from a few years ago didn't have this.
Do you know what happened after their buttocks were covered in punishment records?"

"Their buttocks covered in labels and stickers?" I said, and the thought of that scene made me laugh involuntarily.

"No, labels are easy to smudge or tear off. The school uses a much more profound method. They use tattoos.

They tattoo all the punishments, line by line, on the buttocks of the punished, so they can't wash
them off . Wherever they go naked, everyone can see all the punishments they've suffered."

After hearing what the senior student said, the image in my mind instantly changed from a sea of labels and stickers to tattoos, and I
got goosebumps.

...

As we talked, we passed several bathrooms. The senior student explained that the toilets were
shared by the whole dormitory, but the bathrooms couldn't accommodate everyone. Basically, each dormitory shared one tap, but
as young slaves, we couldn't wash ourselves; the senior student had to do it all for us. The total
time allotted for showering and using the toilet was one hour... "Tomorrow morning! That's when going to the toilet will be the most difficult. The time
for excretion is very long! If you don't use it in time and the water accumulates in your stomach, you're really doomed."

We looked at the still dark bathrooms, imagining
the scene of three hundred people rushing between the bathrooms and toilets tomorrow morning...

...

Then we talked about the most important items in school life...

"Remember when we talked about earning extra money? Judging from your surprised expressions, you
must have misunderstood us. We're not doing this to earn a little extra money for our families! And the school
won't let us get a single penny. Their explanation is that only people need money; we're not people,
so only have prices, we don't even have the chance to handle money. What we earn are 'points,' which actually
have the same function as money, except their value is determined by the school, and there are no actual items; they're
stored in our chips."

"So when do we use those points?"

"There are plenty of opportunities! Like right now. In the dorm, if you leave your room without a valid
reason , one hour counts as one point; leaving the dorm for an hour counts as three points.
Do you understand?"

"So we're already having points deducted?"

"No, you haven't started earning points yet, so during this period, some basic expenses are deducted from the points earned by
us , your direct senior students."

"So if we run out of points, we can't get out?"

"Absolutely. So we try to earn enough points to spend, so we don't get stuck
in our dorm rooms and can't even go out for some fresh air."

"How do you earn points?"

"Well... usually by working part-time. Many of our upperclassmen have already found Sunday jobs."
"I'm working to earn some money to support you guys. Those jobs aren't your average part-time jobs, um... you should
understand !" We nodded silently to show we understood.

"It's not just about our freedom to go out; other things like specialty classes... the school offers various
specialty training classes. As long as you're available during that time, you can sign up, but the fees vary, and there's no guarantee
you'll get the specialty qualification... There's also buying things. Like this urethral plug, which you have to buy with points.
It's similar to buying other things; the better and more advanced the item, the more points it costs. And buying... Ah!

This room! "

Senior Mengmeng suddenly interrupted the conversation. We were walking in front of a locked room with a sign that read:
"Powdering Room."

"From now on, every day before school, besides showering, you'll have to go into this room to put on makeup. And
the cosmetics inside were also bought with a lot of points, so don't waste them!"

...

We continued walking, and Senior Mengmeng continued talking about another use for points, something we could never imagine...

transforming ourselves...

"You spend points to transform yourselves like this?" Qingqing asked in surprise.

"Only a portion is..." The senior student pointed to her fair mons pubis and said, "The school has a weekly
appearance check every Monday, which requires us to shave off all the newly grown pubic hair to pass. But shaving pubic hair
is no easy process! So after discussing it with a few other senior students, we decided to spend some points to get
permanent hair removal. Now it'll stay like this forever, and the hair won't grow back."

This way of thinking completely overturned our mindset. We sincerely hoped that the pubic hair would grow back, even if it was just
a little bit, so that even if it had to be removed again immediately, at least we wouldn't feel
like little girls for a while!

"Even if we don't spend points to remove it, we'll still spend a lot of points on hair conditioner over time.
Maybe permanent hair removal would actually cost less. Besides, the hair we've modified
isn't the same pubic hair as before. It's so embarrassing to have that kind of hair on your body!"

"But won't the school scold you for arbitrarily deciding to do this modification?"

"Of course, it's not up to us to decide! Besides spending points to purchase these modifications
, getting approval takes a lot of work! First, we haven't been directly purchased yet. If we are
, we can only modify them according to the wishes of the owner who bought us. However, this doesn't deduct points
from our accounts; the owner pays for the modifications or skills. If it's a pre-purchase, we must
apply for approval from the pre-purchase owners. Usually, enough votes are needed for modification. Furthermore, pre-purchase owners
can suggest modifications, but they don't have the same absolute power as direct purchase owners.
After modification, some owners might like us more, while others might abandon the pre-purchase… In comparison
, if we had been modified earlier…" "If we're not directly purchased or pre-ordered, it actually saves us a lot of trouble."

The senior paused for a moment, then continued, "Next, we have to get past the school. The teaching assistants who review us
will make things difficult for us; we have to use our bodies to convince them to agree... Well... but the school itself
won't interfere too much. The instructors told us before that they don't
care how we modify ourselves before we've placed an order, or how we turn our bodies into inferior goods that no one would buy.

Every year there are so many new raw materials, and there are still a lot of things that are in demand. Offering so many different modification projects for
us to choose from is just to provide customers with more diverse options. And
the modification projects that are offered for us to choose from are basically what most customers like.

" ...We stopped in front of a small room... "The nursing room"...

"Are you hungry now?" the senior suddenly asked us. Although we hadn't eaten for most of the day and
our stomachs were almost numb with hunger, we still shook our heads in unison.

"Senior...why do you have...breast milk?" Little Nipple asked awkwardly. In our minds,
women only produce milk in the later stages of pregnancy. When I first entered this school and drank the milk of the senior students, I
thought that some of them had shared their milk with us after they became pregnant. But later I couldn't get pregnant...

Thinking about this, I felt another pang of pain...

"This was also part of the modification program. We were all injected with special hormones to change certain bodily
functions and sensations. The first injection in the breasts was given to all newborns, probably after they were freed from their juvenile status. The
effect was to modify the mammary glands in the breasts so that our lactation wouldn't be affected by pregnancy, and lactation would become part
of our lives. Most of our lactation was produced naturally, without any injections to stimulate it.
But once we started lactating, regardless of the amount, the modified mammary glands would continuously produce milk for life.

After that, we could voluntarily or involuntarily receive other injections. Depending on the injected drugs, the effects were
terrifying, such as increasing the number and density of mammary glands, increasing the amount of milk produced by all mammary glands, increasing the speed of lactation,
enlarging breast fat, lowering the milk ejection threshold, increasing nipple sensitivity, and even, as you've heard, different flavors
of milk, all of which were modified by these drugs."

"So, even if we don't want to, the school might force us to inject the drug and turn us into people
like ... Do you have breast milk?" the little nipple asked.

"Well... it should be said that after the first injection, the appearance of breast milk is only a matter of time. And unless
we stop taking in nutrients, some nutrients will definitely flow through the blood to the breasts and produce breast milk. This has
become a basic function of our bodies." The senior student looked at her breasts as she spoke, her expression very complicated.

"The types of injections that can be administered voluntarily or involuntarily are all designed to meet the needs of various customers. Some customers like to see milk flowing

continuously from a girl's breasts even without stimulation, just with slight arousal, so they will receive injections to lower the milk ejection threshold; if they want to see a girl achieve a strong orgasm during milking , they will receive injections to increase the sensitivity of the breasts and nipples; if they want a girl , they will receive injections to promote fat hypertrophy; if they want particularly heavy breasts filled with a continuous supply of milk, they will receive injections to increase mammary gland density or milk production speed; there are also to increase breast elasticity, and so on—there are many choices."

We were all stunned. We never imagined that a woman's breasts could be used in so many ways.

"There's also the milk flavor. This is a very troublesome breast modification project. Once the milk flavor is decided,
changing it to another flavor takes a lot of effort, especially cleaning the concentrated flavoring liquid inside the breasts. Moreover, the milk
flavor has a huge impact on customers' preferences, and we have no say in it. If the school decides to
change our breasts to weird-flavored milk, we can only pray that there's a buyer willing to purchase it, or that we can
find a buyer who isn't very interested in regular milk."

"So, senior, your milk flavor..."

"Well, vanilla on the left and fresh milk on the right. Fortunately, they're both popular flavors. A single flavor can only
attract people who like that flavor. Two different flavors at least attract more customers... By the way,
do you know senior app ple?" Senior Mengmeng suddenly mentioned her, and the attention of me, Xuanxuan, and Qingqing all came to her attention.

"She's really in trouble because of her name. A customer specifically requested to order Apple's breast milk,
and even requested the apple flavor, saying it matches her real name..."

"Order? How do you place an order?" I asked, starting to worry about Apple.

"It's just placing an order! And since the customer who ordered her breast milk
had planned to pre-order Apple, the school agreed to it. But this is going to be tough on Apple.

The customer ordered both breasts, so both breasts will have to be changed from 'fresh milk' to 'apple' flavor,
which is a bit wasteful! And after deducting the ordered milk, she still has to feed her junior classmates. I heard
she's already considering taking lactation-inducing drugs." "

So Apple... she has to give her breast milk to others to drink?" Xuanxuan asked.

"It should be called 'selling,' but all that money went into the school's pockets.
Every day, had to hand over two 250cc bottles of fresh apple-flavored breast milk, and all she got in return were a few points
."

We all fell silent, our hearts growing heavier. We had never imagined that our bodies
could be so "valuable." The school tried every means to squeeze so much money out of us, yet our bodies
became sacrifices, resulting in hunger, sleep deprivation, and constant fear... If we
had known this sooner... I would rather sell my own breast milk to support my family than come here
to sell myself.

This side of the corridor ended, and we went back around to the other end, only to find
several rooms with the same purpose: "reception rooms."

"Why is there a meeting room here?" Little Nipple asked, puzzled. "Do people come looking for us?"

"A lot..." the senior said, her face slightly flushed. "But they mainly come to see us seniors
, the teaching assistants. When they have desires to satisfy, they come here to wait for us, and we come down
to serve them..."

We understood what the senior meant and all felt embarrassed.

"Actually, there's no need to feel too embarrassed. We're all used to this kind of life," the senior student said
sadly . "Besides, only this 'young slave dormitory' has a meeting room. This is to protect you
from being forced by the lustful teaching assistants. In the future, when you go to the regular dorms, the teaching assistants can barge into
the dorms . Our dorms are unrestricted. They can find whoever they want and then
'execute' us right there in our dorms..."

After the senior student finished speaking, she pretended to be relaxed and said, "So, if one day in the future, the senior student
suddenly says she has to go downstairs to meet with guests, you don't have to follow her like an idiot." We all had sad expressions on
our faces, and the senior student quickly said, "Don't feel sorry for the senior student! She can only do this because she's popular!

Like An An, I estimate that starting tomorrow, she'll probably have to meet with guests more than five times a day. I can't
fall too far behind her!"

After we toured the various special rooms on the first floor... the dormitory supervisor's room, the dressing room, the breastfeeding room, the meeting room...

this is our dormitory...

"Ah! Speaking of which, I almost forgot something very important. I need to apologize to you all first." On the
way back to our dorm, the senior student suddenly said nervously, "I have something to do tomorrow night and
won't be back to the dorm until very late, so please bear with me."

"Uh... it's okay! Although it's a little scary to be alone in the dorm, we
can take care of ourselves."

"No, it's not that simple," the senior student said somewhat apologetically. "I just
realized when the senior students in our dorms aren't there, and the international students are alone in their rooms, the main lights have to be turned off immediately
. The international students have to go to bed, and even if they can't sleep, they shouldn't get out of bed and wander around. If the lights are on, it
means the room is 'open for visitors.' If the lights are still on after the senior students leave, and the teaching assistants catch us and
make us go downstairs to meet visitors... then you'll have to do 'that' in place of the senior students..."

Hearing this, we were all stunned for a moment, but compared to having to "meet visitors," going to bed early should
n't be too serious, so we said again that it was okay.

"No, that's not all. Have you forgotten that your elimination times are scheduled? Tomorrow
night , I probably won't be back before your elimination time, so... you
might not be able to go to the toilet tomorrow night..."

At this point, everyone's expression clearly became conflicted, unable to say it was okay as before
.

"Um... I can..." Qingqing answered, but this was a serious matter, and she couldn't speak for us,
only gesturing with her eyes that she hoped we would agree as well.

"I'm fine with that too," I immediately responded to Qingqing. Afterwards, Xiaofen nodded in agreement, and Xiaorutou
and Xuanxuan also agreed.

"Then, senior... before you leave tomorrow night... could you teach us how to install urethral plugs?"

Xiaorutou said in a trembling voice, "I definitely can't hold my urine for 24 hours, and if
that causes you trouble again..."

Hearing this, the senior suddenly burst into laughter, leaving us all bewildered.

"This was my oversight; I forgot to tell you, which caused you all to worry about not being able to hold your pee
and having get urethral plugs. But you guys are quite lucky to have followed someone who works hard to earn points and has a lot of purchasing power."
"My senior, I have something for you guys when we get back to your rooms. With this, you won't need urethral plugs for now,
and you won't have to suffer from holding your urine."

Hearing that we could escape the choice
between

holding our urine and urethral plugs, even though we didn't know what it was, her reaction suggested it couldn't possibly be anything worse! "But you guys, aren't you even concerned about what I'm going to do tomorrow night that forces you to stay
cooped up in your dorms?" she suddenly said as we walked back to our room.

We were actually quite curious, because when she talked about it, a faint smile, the kind of
smile a "normal" girl would have when talking about something happy, appeared on her face. However, after two days here, we were
already terrified; the "normal" entertainment of seniors was definitely not something we could handle.

Seeing the expressions on each of our faces, the senior student guessed our embarrassment and conflict, and smiled, saying, "It's okay
, it's not something too embarrassing... Well... although it still involves those 'sexy' things,
it's been the happiest and most anticipated time of the year for me."

We went into the room, and the senior student's words were abruptly interrupted as she licked her own feet. After we were all clean,
we reluctantly slipped our poor feet back into those high-heeled indoor slippers.

"So... what is it?" Xuanxuan, one of us, finally couldn't contain her curiosity and asked the senior student
with a mixture of anticipation and fear.

"Hmm..." The senior thought for a moment and said, "It's true that I can let you know in advance, so you
can be better prepared. The following weekend, which is six days later, is the so-called 'Club Expo.'
On that day, all of us second-year seniors will perform for the audience and
you according to our club projects. So, in preparation for that day, tomorrow night is my club's practice time. Although
it's a bit unfair to keep you here, I've already made arrangements with other club members, and I can't be
absent!"

"Clubs? We have clubs?" Little Nipples asked the senior in surprise. But after hearing that the happy thing that Senior Mengmeng was referring to
was clubs, Qingqing, Xuanxuan, and I all suddenly realized and our hearts sank again. We heard about
clubs from Senior Apple yesterday, but she shattered our illusions,
bluntly stating that clubs were just another form of humiliation…

“Yes… they’re a bit different from clubs at other schools!” Senior Mengmeng said somewhat awkwardly, “and there
aren’t many choices.”

“Senior…” Qingqing hesitated for a long time before finally speaking, “Actually…
I’ve heard about clubs from other seniors before… I know there’s a dance club… I used to dance… but
that senior told us not to have too high expectations, that what we learn in the dance club… is all… all
…”

"They're all shameful dances meant to please others," Senior Mengmeng added for Qingqing. "Actually, what that senior
said wasn't wrong. She probably told you that when you first arrived yesterday, right? Now you've
been here for over a day, and you've seen it yourself. Everything here is tinged with sex and shame
, just to varying degrees. So, even though it's a club, it's just another kind of 'shameful game'
..."

Senior Mengmeng paused for a moment before continuing, "But compared to other serious courses, club
time is the 'leisure' that evokes the happiest memories for us. During club time, we also have more
time to chat with our club friends. Many of the seniors now are the closest to each other in their clubs, and even
back then... at the end of the first year, when we could choose our own roommates, we ended up living with our club friends
, practically inseparable!" "

We can choose our own roommates in the future too?" Hearing this good news, everyone's eyes lit up. "What? You guys are so eager to find other people to live with instead of your immediate family classmates ?" the senior teased us with a smile. "Actually, if you want to spend more time with other friends... friends who aren't from the same immediate family... clubs are definitely the best choice. I don't know much about other clubs, but in my club, Instructor Julic is the supervising instructor. She doesn't restrict us too much; as long as we practice the club's content thoroughly, that's fine." "So, what club are you in, senior?" Little Nipple asked with interest. For a moment, I suddenly worried that the senior might blurt out some terrible club name like "Anal Sex Club" or "Gang Rape Club," but when the senior smiled brightly and said it was "Archives," I couldn't help but wonder if I had misheard. "Archives? Is that the kind of 'Archives' we had in our old school... high school?" Little Nipple asked in surprise. "Of course!" the senior student said enthusiastically. "It's the kind of honor guard that wears cool uniforms, marches in perfect unison, and constantly changes formations and performs with rifles." Hearing this, we were all clearly intrigued. Xuanxuan even insisted that the senior student perform a segment on the spot, but the senior student refused because the school prohibited private performances… Even so, when I was a child, I had the chance to see an honor guard performance from another school, and I was deeply impressed by the coolness of those older girls. I had fantasized about becoming one of them. Unfortunately, my high school didn't have a student honor guard, so I couldn't fulfill this childhood dream. Unexpectedly , coming here gave me this opportunity… "But senior student, you just said these are all another kind of 'shameful game,' is it because…?" Qingqing asked anxiously, and the senior student's silent nod confirmed it for her. I was abruptly pulled back to reality, my heart feeling like it had been struck hard. My longing for the honor guard was now filled with great conflict. "To be precise, the club I'm in combines both 'cheerleading' and 'attendance' elements. The 'dance club,' which you're interested in, Qingqing, is also combined with the 'gymnastics club.' These two clubs are the most popular." "So, after joining that club, do you decide whether to join the gymnastics or dance group?" "No, although I'm not very familiar with the internal workings of that club, I'm certain that joining it requires learning both dance and gymnastics. Just like my club, we practice both attendance and cheerleading routines simultaneously."

"But...can I really learn it like this?" Qingqing asked worriedly.

"Hmm...how about this! Tell me if you have any questions about the 'Dance and Gymnastics Club,' and I'll
ask Sisi for you...she's a member of that club, she definitely knows more about it than I do."

Qingqing was a little embarrassed at first, but Senior Mengmeng smiled and said, "It's okay, she was my former
roommate, we're really close!"

I then remembered that Senior Mengmeng had mentioned that she could ask Senior Sisi to perform her "most popular"

specialty, so it turned out they had a deep friendship.

But on the other hand, I also started to feel uneasy. After hearing what Senior Mengmeng said, Qingqing really
focused on thinking about what questions she could ask Senior Sisi, asking Senior Mengmeng to pass them on one by one.

Judging from Qingqing's attitude, she was seriously considering joining the dance and gymnastics club...

but, I have absolutely no experience or talent in this field, so joining might not be easy.

But if I'm in a different club than Qingqing... I originally hoped the three of us could be together in a club,
but now I'm starting to worry that our clubs might end up being different.

"Senior, could you please ask Senior Sisi if I can join if I've never learned to dance or practiced
gymnastics ? Will I fall behind the others?" Finally, I asked Senior Sisi
this question as well.

"Hmm... if I want to join..." After listening to my question, Senior Mengmeng thought for a moment and then said
directly , "I remember that joining our two clubs... the marching band and cheerleading, and dance and gymnastics,
is a bit more complicated. The school will first hold 'interviews' for freshmen who want to join these two clubs at specific times,
and those who pass the interview can become club members."

Hearing this, my heart sank even lower. It seems that not only will I not be able to join the same club as Qingqing,
but even the marching band, which I'm conflicted about, will be far away from me...

"So, people who haven't studied dance can't join those clubs?" I asked the senior sadly, but
she shook her head and said, "Not necessarily. I remember that many students had never practiced dance before, but later
joined the dance and gymnastics clubs. Like me, I only started learning
these ."

"Then what do we have to interview for?" I asked, puzzled. Isn't the reason for the interview to select
people with more talent or ability?

"It's probably based on height!" Xuanxuan said mournfully. "I was
turned away from the school's marching band because I'm short..."

"That's not it," the senior student said after thinking for a moment. "There were people around your height back then,
but they still got into our club."

"So that means... we both have a chance to join?" I asked excitedly, my hopes rekindled after almost
giving up on both options.

"Yes, that's right. But it's also possible that you won't be accepted by either. So, to be on the safe side, if
you feel things aren't looking good, don't insist on joining either of these clubs. Quickly sign up for another
club you think is better; that's safer!" the senior student advised us.

"Sign in?"

"Yes. Actually, the school currently has seven clubs, and each club has a limited number of members.
Apart from the two clubs mentioned earlier that require an interview, you can
apply to join any of the other clubs as long as they have available spots, without needing to go through any other hurdles. However... once you sign in to another club, your original interview
result, if you passed, will be canceled."

After thinking for a moment, the senior continued, "You really need to think this through carefully. After the club introductions and performances on
Saturday , you'll learn about the general content of each club, and then
you'll have a few days to choose a club. The two clubs that require interviews will also conduct their interviews during that time.
So by the time the interviews are over, the other clubs will have already been snapped up, and then there will be another wave
of people who think they can't pass the interviews and give up waiting to grab the remaining spots in other clubs. If you wait for the interview results, you'll often end
up in a very undesirable club if you don't get into those two clubs." "

But why, why are only these two clubs required to have an interview?" Xuanxuan asked, dissatisfied.

"Because these two clubs are the most special!" Senior Mengmeng said. "Whether it's the marching band, cheerleading, gymnastics, or
dance, these are the performances that the school most often presents to its big spenders. In the past year since I joined the marching band and cheerleading,
I've lost count of how many times I've performed for audiences outside... Yes, 'outside'..."

Looking at our surprised, wide-eyed expressions, she said, "In the past year, we've actually been very envious of other
clubs . It's very difficult for them to go outside, but we can often leave the school gates. Of course,
there's no freedom of movement outside, but it's
better . And that's why I can earn so much! Performing outside earns money faster than anything else!"

"Then... don't the performances of other clubs attract audiences?" Little Nipple asked.

"Hmm... I should say it's different in nature..." Senior Mengmeng suddenly changed the subject, "Do you know that
there's a large-scale class division when you enter the second year?"

"Is it to select elite classes like Senior Mengmeng's?" Xuanxuan answered while also praising Senior Mengmeng,
who showed a shy yet happy expression on her face.

"Yes, but it's not just that. By the second year, the courses become more in-depth, and you can't
learn a little bit of everything like you did in the first year. Instead, you specialize. Depending on the subject, there are themed classes,
like the 'Bitch Class'... um... that treats us like dogs... and the 'Sadism Class', which is to train
us to be masochists..." Senior Mengmeng quickly stopped talking after seeing our expressions of near-unbearable tension,
and said, "There are four themed classes in total, and four clubs correspond to these themed classes.

It's like a 'remedial class' to get into those classes!"

"Exam? You have to take an exam for that too?" Qingqing asked in surprise, "Even if they just let me go into those classes
, I would never want to go."

I was worried that Qingqing would suddenly lose control and explode again, but thankfully she was much calmer this time. Senior Mengmeng also
shrugged and said, "There's no way around it, this is a 'school' too! But for us seniors,
we actually have to get very high scores on all four themed exams to get into this class and become your direct supervisors."
" Yes." "

So...we have to take all these exams?" Just thinking about the two examples Mengmeng gave earlier
made my scalp tingle, but she shook her head and said, "No, you can
choose which subjects to take. Most of the students in our year choose to specialize in two subjects. Only the seniors who are usually
outstanding and believe they have a chance to get into this special class will take all four."

"So, those people in the clubs can only get into the theme classes in the future?"

"Of course not. For example, seniors Tongtong and ㄋㄟㄋㄟ are members of those clubs. But they
are excellent in all aspects. Members of the four tutoring clubs have a higher
chance of passing the theme exam and getting into the class. In comparison, it
is more difficult and risky for those of us who choose the performance type."

"Then, senior...is it possible that we won't be admitted to any of the four theme classes?" Qingqing
thought of this question.

"..." The senior didn't respond, but fell into a terrifying deep thought, and we all became frightened along with her
.

"It will..." When she finally spoke, we were surprised to find that her voice was choked with sobs,
"But I hope this will never happen to you..."

Chapter Nine Bedtime (Part 1)

Senior Mengmeng's sudden sobs and the sorrowful, painful expression on her face truly
shocked ...

Although we hadn't known her for long, our impression of her had always been that she was very brave and
strong , able to calmly face all the humiliation and torment the school had inflicted on her. Whether she was speaking
from the perspective of someone who had been through it or someone who had been there, she could even accept it with a smile. Her face almost never showed
the shame and fear that we freshmen often wore; at most, she would only occasionally reveal helplessness and a bitter smile...

Perhaps this is what it should be like to have lived here for a year. Senior Mengmeng fully embodied
the "maturity" that a senior and a senior should have. However, for us girls who couldn't yet accept everything,
my first impression of Senior Mengmeng was that she was "shameless"! Although we all understood that Senior
Mengmeng had no other choice, sometimes we still hoped she could show some resistance or discomfort, instead of simply complying and
accepting. The more she did this, the more hopeless I felt about our future.

Initially, I also felt a significant generation gap between us and the senior students. Their role
seemed limited to helping the school instructors and teaching assistants manage us—leading us around, helping us change clothes, registering, shaving, etc.
Even though we chatted a bit, it still felt very distant. It wasn't until Senior Mengmeng became our direct mentor,
and after this short period of close interaction, that we gradually began to feel like we were "acquaintances" with her.

After that, we grew accustomed to this kind of senior, accustomed to a
senior who could still smile naturally even when facing and enduring humiliation; accustomed to a senior who treated selling her body as a work ethic
; accustomed to a senior who could still joke and laugh with us calmly even when she lost control of her body…

And we, who had been living in fear and had no one to rely on for so long, couldn't help but regard Senior Mengmeng as
an important pillar of support. Her fearlessness gradually influenced us, and her chatting and
joking with us made us, who were on edge, relax a lot.

Therefore, her sudden change made me feel like she was a stranger, and a sense of bewilderment rose in my heart
. It was because of this that I realized how
important .

Qingqing's expression was also troubled, as if she had asked an inappropriate question. She quickly tried to take back her words:
"Senior, I'm sorry, I..."

Before she could finish, Senior Mengmeng instantly returned to her original expression, devoid of sadness, and forced a smile as she
said to us, "No need to apologize, it was Senior Mengmeng who lost her composure just now. Um... actually, what Qingqing said just now
reminded Senior Mengmeng of a former classmate. Just like you said, she didn't get into any of the four themed classes..."

Senior Mengmeng paused here, seemingly considering whether to continue. I also
became nervous, a question swirling in my mind: "What would happen if she didn't get in?" But I didn't dare to ask,
even afraid of knowing the answer. Senior Mengmeng's earlier choking not only made me realize her importance to us, but more
importantly, she made us all deeply feel the seriousness of the consequences without saying a word...

"Alright! How did our topic veer off course like this? Weren't we just discussing clubs?" Senior Mengmeng
clearly didn't intend to tell us the result, but instead brought the topic back to clubs. However, I became somewhat absent-minded during the rest of
the conversation . Although I kept forcing myself not to think about it, my mind kept drifting
towards the unknown answer.

(If I didn't pass the exam, then there was no way to continue my studies. Dropping out and going home? Impossible! Repeating a year?

But if that were the case, the senior shouldn't have reacted so strongly... Could there be another class specifically
for students who didn't pass the exam? But the senior just said that there were only the special class where the seniors were and four
themed classes...)

I kept letting these thoughts swirl in my mind, refusing to leave. I even started to think that
if the senior told us directly, it might be very shocking, but this fearful sense of the unknown was
making me feel even more tormented...

Just as I was still hesitating whether to take the initiative to ask the senior, a terrifying thought suddenly flashed through my mind: How do factories
usually handle defective semi-finished products?

This thought was so terrifying that it gave me goosebumps. I hurriedly tried to think of more positive
ideas to calm myself down…

(No…no way…we’re human…living, breathing people…we’re
different from those inanimate commodities…right?)

In the end, I even started to question myself…

(Are we still human?…Does the school even treat us like human beings?…)

Thinking about this, I couldn’t help but swallow hard. Ironically, this seemed to be reminding me that I was indeed a
living, breathing person…

I kept coming up with negative thoughts, then rejecting them, and then rejecting them
again …I didn’t listen carefully to the conversations of the others until the senior student stood up, and then I
finally snapped out of it.

"Alright, I just showed you around the 'special room' on the first floor. Now it's time to let you see how
this room is furnished." Senior Mengmeng pointed to the shoes we had taken off when we came in and continued,
"Also, take these shoes to the shoe cabinet inside. Then it's about time for bed, we
'll have to get up early tomorrow to take care of them..."

Hearing this, we felt a chill and our eyes drifted towards the mysterious inner cubicle, remembering what she
had just said. The unknown things inside the inner cubicle had already instilled a sense of fear in us.

When Senior Mengmeng had shown us around the dormitory corridor on the first floor, we had also taken the opportunity to whisper to Xiaofen,
who had been inside the inner cubicle, about what it was like, but she just shook her head and said she didn't know either. After thinking
carefully said she didn't seem to see anything strange-looking in the shadows.

And the answer would soon be revealed... Was it really as scary as Senior Mengmeng said, or were we
just scaring ourselves...?

"Let's start with the door to our room!" Senior Mengmeng led us to the doorway,
looking at the two security doors, and said with a wry smile, "As you can see, this door doesn't stop others from coming in and out, but it
restricts our access. Every time we enter or leave this door, the chip hidden inside our bodies is detected and
transmitted to the monitors; no matter how we try to hide it, it's useless. And to avoid unnecessary punishment, we usually
don't even dare to approach this place. There will be some time later when you can freely enter and leave the room, but you
still can't enter other people's rooms at will. These sensors won't be turned off; it's just that the teaching assistants won't
punish us for leaving the room.

" Then she pointed to the shoe cabinet next to her and said, "This is where we put our indoor slippers.
Whenever we go out, no matter how long we're gone, we have to leave them here. So, for every person who's not in
the room, there must be a pair of shoes here. Also..." The senior student gently sat down on the floor, lifted her foot to show
us the soles of her indoor slippers, and continued, "You see, our soles are all white,
and when we put them away, the soles face up. If our room floor is too dirty and the soles get black
, everyone in the room will be punished. So please don't accidentally wear your indoor
slippers outside or get them dirty!"

"But, senior, white shoes will inevitably get dirty if you don't wash them!" Little
Nipple asked curiously, "How can we tell from the soles whether we deliberately dirtied them or if they got dirty on their own?"

"You don't need to know..." Senior Mengmeng said, gently stroking the white soles that were already slightly dusty.
"So in the long run, we can't escape this punishment. All we can do is slow down how fast it gets dirty and
reduce the frequency of this unwarranted punishment."

Hearing our senior say this, we all looked indignant. Seeing our reaction, Senior Mengmeng
smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry too much about these punishments. Here, the teaching assistants can pick on our
little mistakes and punish us with a clear conscience. This kind of direct instruction about the rules is already considered
merciful . So before you moved in, I cleaned the room floor to prevent the shoes from getting dirty so quickly.
However, cleaning such a large room by myself is too time-consuming and laborious, and I can't clean it often. So,
starting tomorrow, before you go out, it's best to lick the soles of your shoes a little after changing out of them. This
will prevent them from getting so dirty that everyone in the room has to be punished."

"Senior, cleaning the room by yourself is too tiring! We can all help!" Xuanxuan
said innocently, not quite understanding what Senior Mengmeng meant by "cleaning the floor." It wasn't until our senior explained that our only cleaning
tool was our own tongues that she blushed and fell silent, terrified.

"Senior, you really licked the entire floor of the room?"

"Yes, it took me all day! My neck and shoulders are still sore!"

We looked around the room in surprise. Although it wasn't very big, it was at least several tens of square meters.
Just thinking about licking the entire floor made us feel nauseous.

"Okay, you can pick up your shoes now!" Senior Mengmeng said, standing up, but she
didn't take her own shoes. Seeing our puzzled expressions, she explained, "I'll take them inside later
, so it won't interfere with the room introduction!"

We instinctively felt that Senior Mengmeng had something to hide, but we had no choice but to pick up our
high heels and follow her to the desk.

"We haven't assigned desks yet, so let's quickly decide on our desk locations now! Once you decide
, you can't change them."

We quickly decided on our desk locations, because there were only five desks and chairs, and there wasn't
one for Senior Mengmeng. So the five desks were arranged in two groups of three, back-to-back against each other on both sides of the wall. I naturally chose
to sit with Qingqing, and Xiaofen also wanted to sit in the row with two desks, so it became me, Qingqing, and Xiaorutou sitting in one
row, while Xuanxuan and Xiaofen sat on the other side.

"Alright, now your desk positions are decided. From now on, you can still sit on the floor during chat time,
but whenever you need to read, write, or do anything else, you must sit at your desk, even if you're reading comics or novels. Otherwise,
you'll be punished." Senior Mengmeng said, touching the chair placed in front of the desk. The hollow cushion only had a
vertical iron bar. "Starting tomorrow when classes officially begin, there will be designated time to go back to your rooms for review. During this time, you
must sit at your desks until you finish reviewing before you can get up. It will be uncomfortable sitting in this kind of chair at first, but
you must force yourselves to get used to it, understand?"

"Senior, I was thinking... I..." Qingqing hesitated, finally managing to
say what she'd been holding back, "Can't we be a little more relaxed in this dorm room? I mean,
there are no teaching assistants watching us here, so can we be a little more relaxed? We don't have to sit in chairs
; we can stand at our desks and sit down when the teaching assistant is almost here..."

Senior Mengmeng listened silently to Qingqing, not responding directly, but instead reaching out to touch one
of the desks. Following her finger, we noticed
a small, slightly convex, semi-circular piece of glass on the wall directly in front of her.

"Do you know what this is?" Senior Mengmeng asked. I probably already knew the answer, but I still hoped...
I wish I could avoid facing this truth.

"You...you might not have noticed, but ever since we entered the school,
these things have been everywhere. Where we are, what we've secretly done, or what we haven't done, we can't
escape it. You might think you're freer in the dorms, that no one's watching, but that's only because some people enjoy
watching us live our 'own' dorm life. In reality, we can't escape being monitored
."

The senior's words confirmed my suspicions. Those things were hidden surveillance cameras. And
the thought that our lives in the dorms would be seen through by countless people already made us feel uneasy
.

"Senior, are all these cameras working now?" Little Nipples asked, her face full of worry
as she looked at the same hidden semi-circular glass in front of her desk.

"Usually only some of the monitors are activated, so that we can monitor our movements from all angles,"

Senior Mengmeng said. "However, there are also
cases where all of them are activated if a customer is willing to pay. These activated images are sent to a cloud computer, and customers with connections
can monitor us 24 hours a day for a fee. Thanks to those customers, it actually saves the teaching assistants some effort
in tracking each of our movements, because there are thousands of people who are happy to do it for us."

"So, how do we know which of these monitors are on and which are off?" Little Nipple
asked again. However, the senior shook her head and said, "We don't know, just like we wouldn't know
these hidden cameras exist if we didn't look closely. We also don't know how many people
are watching our conversation from the other side of the camera, so the only thing we can do is convince ourselves. But
if we have a super popular roommate like Senior An'an, then
it's hard to even convince ourselves that we're not being monitored 24/7."

Senior Mengmeng took a deep breath and said, "Alright... now that we've introduced the outside... it's about time...

we should take you inside." She spoke very carefully, and at first I thought she was afraid of scaring us,
but then Xuanxuan whispered to me, and I realized something was wrong.

"Lily, was Senior trembling just now?"

But at this moment, Senior Mengmeng had already turned around and walked into the inner cubicle, her back to us, and said, "Come in, all of you!"

A strong sense of unease and fear overwhelmed us. I felt my heart beating very fast, and I was even a little afraid
to take this step. But the five of us girls looked at each other and still braced ourselves and walked into the dark
cubicle.

Just as Xiaofen said, we could vaguely make out what the dark figures were in the darkness, but they only
looked like a few beds and cabinets. These shouldn't be as frightening as Mengmeng had said, that we
would all be immediately terrified upon seeing them. However…

judging from the shadows, Mengmeng, who had been facing away from us, turned around and said, “Are you all in
? I’ll turn on the light! Once the light is on, I… I’ll have no
secrets …”

In the darkness, I felt Qingqing beside me reach out and tightly grasp my hand, which wasn’t holding my shoes.
After a flash, the previously dark cubicle was illuminated, and almost simultaneously, we all
gasped in surprise, along with the clattering of high heels hitting the ground.

“Senior… this…” Xuanxuan said in shock, but couldn’t finish her sentence. Some of us
tried to turn away from "those" horrifying things, but no matter which way we turned, we could only turn back
in vain , because those things were everywhere in the room. The only thing we could do was close our eyes
and not bear to look anymore.

The senior's footsteps approached us and stopped beside us. I felt her hand reach up and gently stroke
the back of my head, and this time I could clearly feel her hand trembling violently.

Xuanxuan was right. The senior was indeed afraid and trembling, and we all knew why now
, and we understood what she meant when she said before turning on the light, "There are no secrets in front of us."

"Open your eyes! You have... asked the senior more than once how she has spent the past year
... The answer is all on the walls here..."

The furnishings in the inner cubicle were even simpler than the outer cubicle, with a few beds side by side at the very back and a few cabinets
. The exterior wasn't particularly frightening, but what truly terrified each of us were
the walls …

almost every blank space was covered with high-definition, close-up photos.
There were at least hundreds. Each photo depicted shameful erotic scenes…

various sexual positions—standing, sitting, lying down, prone, even upside down or being suspended
. Some of the erotic photos didn't just show ordinary sex; mouths for eating and speaking, and
anuses for excretion, were also frequently depicted as "sexual organs" in the photos. We've only heard of multiple sexual organs being
violently , but here I've seen even more horrifying photos. Some of the female protagonists in these photos
even have two or more enormous penises inserted into the same organ simultaneously...

Besides the erotic photos of men and women having sex, there are many other photos that aren't like that. There are

photos of female protagonists being tied up and suspended;

photos of women with their mouths tied with something strange, unable to swallow and only able to drool; photos of female protagonists spreading their legs and genitals to masturbate or urinate; and

even
photos of female protagonists on all fours like livestock, with an iron bucket placed directly below them, and someone outside the frame reaching out and squeezing their naturally drooping breasts like milking a cow...

And the female protagonists' sexual partners aren't just men... There are photos of female protagonists caressing and kissing another woman
... and even performing oral sex on each other. What terrified me even more was that in some of
the photos, the person intimately interacting with the female protagonist wasn't even human…

…The male protagonist in each of those photos was different; in fact, in the dozen or so
photos , there were more than twenty different men. However, all the female protagonists in the photos, posing in various
expressions of pain, humiliation, sadness, and even some displaying lewd expressions, were all the same person:
Senior Mengmeng, who is standing right next to us now.

"Senior...are these...really all of these of you?" I asked somewhat rudely, but I couldn't think of
a better way to express it. Senior Mengmeng answered without hesitation that they were indeed all of her, documenting her
experiences over the past year...

"Look at this photo. This scene should look familiar to you, right?" Senior Mengmeng pointed to
an inconspicuous photo. Compared to the surrounding erotic pictures, this one looked remarkably innocent.
We had just witnessed the scene last night; it was the first humiliation that occurred when we first arrived at the school: contraband and body
searches . In the photo, Senior Mengmeng looked still naive and innocent, not much different from us now,
perhaps even with smaller breasts than us. She was wearing casual clothes and denim shorts, facing the wall as the teaching assistants behind her
"searched" and touched her.

It was only then that we realized the wall full of photos not only told the story of Senior Mengmeng's lewd experiences
but also served as a record, documenting her transformation over the past year.

Although the photos weren't arranged chronologically but rather randomly, I quickly spotted
another one. The woman in the photo looked similar to the first one, except her clothes were gone,
and another girl was beside her, measuring her private parts with a ruler. I immediately remembered
the scene this morning when Xuanxuan and I were measuring each other's body measurements…

Senior Mengmeng casually introduced the photos on the wall to us, as if they were her growth
records …

“This photo was taken when we were doing anal contraction exercises; this one is from when I was about to
be gang-raped by multiple people, I was so nervous that my hands and feet were ice cold; and this one is from when I had my first orgasm after
a long time of effort, the feeling was so exciting that
my facial expression was a bit ugly… This one is from when I first produced breast milk, the feeling was so complicated…

and this one… and this one…” She kept explaining the photos, as if trying to
suppress her inner emotions, but the effect was completely the opposite.

“Senior…”

"In the picture above, the teaching assistant even praised me for obediently completing the anal development assignment, which allowed me to
successfully insert a man's fist... Back then, I was among the top ten in the entire grade to do this kind of thing...

I..." Senior Mengmeng seemed to ignore our calls and continued talking.

"Senior Mengmeng..."

"Look at this one again. I only learned here that there's a structure
called This picture shows someone receiving G-spot development..."

"Senior!" I couldn't stand Senior Mengmeng's
behavior any longer and shouted loudly. She stopped what she was doing and stood there, stunned.

"Senior, don't say anymore... That's... enough..." Seeing that Senior Mengmeng had finally stopped,
we seized the opportunity to quickly stop her.

"Enough?" Senior Mengmeng said, her voice already a little hoarse, slowly turning her head to look at us,
tears already welling up in her eyes.

"Why can you say 'enough'... These... These... There's so much more..." she
said, her eyes not looking at us, but at the ceiling. We knew she didn't want the tears
to fall , but as she looked up...

If the pictures on the walls depicted her life over the past year, then the pictures on the ceiling
were telling the story of how she had become after a year of torment. There was only one huge
photo on the ceiling, a completely nude frontal image of Senior Mengmeng, magnified to the point that even the fine lines on her skin were faintly visible.

In the photo, she was cupping her breasts, which had grown into large breasts, with one hand, while the other hand reached towards her
private parts, her five fingers spread open to separate her labia. The lower body in the picture seemed to have been
digitally , making it appear as if her private parts were not visible in this position, and it was deliberately
zoomed in, so realistic that more than once when I looked up at it, I felt as if the fluid secreted from her private parts was about to drip down.

"I'm sorry... You must be very disappointed in me... We promised each other... not to cry... But
looking at these photos... I still can't help it... Looking at these changes in the photos... and then looking at myself
now ... We can't go back... We can't go back... So... I'm so scared... so scared that
these photos... will also be forgotten... I... my former self... will also disappear completely..."

She continued to tilt her head back, her face almost parallel to the ceiling, but her overflowing tears were ready to
spill over at any moment.

The more the tears were about to flow, the more anxious she became, and the more she regretted her uselessness. In
the days before we freshmen were to arrive, when she personally put up these photos and decorated this room that belonged to her memories, she
stared at these photos and practiced all night, practicing how not to lose her composure when the time came. But looking at
us, her newly arrived female students, was like seeing herself a year ago. That overwhelming emotion
couldn't be simulated by practicing in front of photos, and it finally broke her, revealing the truth she had been hiding
…

None of us were disappointed in her. Looking at her like this, and the photos on the wall, made us suddenly
remember something we often overlooked.

Senior Mengmeng, and the other senior students, were the same. Although they had lived here for a year, they
hadn't become immortal, devoid of emotions. Instead, they deliberately
hid their pain and sorrow deep within their hearts in front of us…

We had always mistakenly believed that Senior Mengmeng had become accustomed to this terrible life during that year.

We had also mistakenly believed that the year's courses had made her brave and strong, able to calmly face
every humiliation and sexual ordeal.

But we were all wrong…

No matter how strong Senior Mengmeng appeared, she was still a human being. Regardless of her
lowly status at school, she still had the emotions that a human being should have. A year ago, she was just like us now,
constantly living in shame and fear of humiliation. A year of courses didn't sever her
human feelings and emotions, nor did they truly make her brave; they merely
numbed and conditioned her to prolonged shame and fear…

And the reason she always showed us her strong side was entirely for our sake. Because she knew in her heart…
As her senior, she held
immense . If she were to shed a single tear in front of us, our hard-won emotions would inevitably
overwhelm us again. Therefore, she preferred to cry in the darkness rather than let us see
her break down.

Just like now, as she struggled to hold back her tears.

We rushed over and hugged Mengmeng tightly, her body still trembling
noticeably .

"Senior, cry! Let it all out!" we said, repeating similar words she had spoken before.
At the end of our entrance ceremony, she had also encouraged us to let our emotions flow freely. Seeing her
like this now, we realized how fortunate we had been then, able to cry whenever we wanted.
We ; it was these seniors, who couldn't easily shed tears, who truly wanted to cry!

She blew her nose a few times before looking down at us, who were hugging her tightly. Tears finally streamed down her face,
and she couldn't hold back any longer. She bent down and hugged all five of us tightly, bursting into tears…

Becoming our direct senior meant taking on many responsibilities: being our "life caretaker,"
our "role model," and our "spiritual pillar." But once she shed that role,
she was exactly like us—a student at the same school, enduring inhuman torture all the time.
The only difference was that she couldn't show fear or dread. This very difference made us
feel so distant from her. No matter how much we tried to convince ourselves, whenever we saw the calm expression on her face
contrasted sharply with the terror plastered on our own, we couldn't help but wonder if we were truly in the same situation,
sharing the same feelings.

Now, Mengmeng, our senior, has finally shed her mask of strength before us,
revealing her true self for the first time. This makes us realize that she's on our side; it's not that she doesn't understand our
thoughts, but rather that we don't understand her feelings. And cruelly, while she has to appear
strong in front of us, perhaps her true self isn't so strong, and her heart, even more broken than ours,
is more fragile than any of ours…

Every photo in this room not only witnesses her changes over the past year but also witnesses Mengmeng's
transformation at this moment. The distance between us has suddenly shortened, and the barrier between us no longer feels so strong. For
the five girls, Mengmeng has transformed from her original role as our "direct senior" to that of a "friend
.

" "Senior, I'm sorry…" So, after Mengmeng's emotions calmed down a bit, it was
surprisingly Xiaofen, who had always been quiet, who spoke first, much to her surprise.

"It's okay, Xiaofen. You don't need to apologize to me! It's not your fault!"

"No...it's not that..." Xiaofen said, her face showing a little shyness and hesitation, but she still
resolutely decided to finish speaking: "It's just now...going to the toilet...you said I should go first...but I didn't dare...
that's why I caused you...you and Xiao...Xiao..." As she said this, she blushed and glanced at Xiao Nitou. Xiao Nitou
smiled and took her hand, saying, "Just call me Xiao Nitou, it's okay. It's my name, don't worry about its
meaning, just like your Xiaofen."

"Um, Xiao...Nitou," Xiaofen said tremblingly, then took another deep breath and said, "
I'm sorry , I'm sorry!"

Xiaofen, who was always afraid to speak in front of people, even afraid of becoming the focus of everyone's attention, now
took the initiative to speak, and even said an apology that would take most people a lot of courage to say. Seeing that Xiaofen was finally
willing to treat her like an "acquaintance," even if it was just a moment of courage, made Senior Mengmeng feel even more
gratified.

Moreover, Xiaofen was actually
apologizing . This shows how much guilt had been weighing on Xiaofen, but she hadn't dared to say it aloud.
How much pain she must have been going through! Thinking about this also made Mengmeng feel guilty; after all
, even a normal girl would find it hard to accept suddenly having to go to the restroom in such a shameful way in front of everyone.

However, Xiaofen, who finally opened up, has already considered Mengmeng her closest friend.

"It's okay, Xiaofen, none of us will blame you," Little Nipple said with a smile. "But I'll
make it clear first, next time it's time to go to the toilet, I have to go first! You can't fight me! If
I miss it next time, I definitely won't be able to hold it in."

"Don't worry about that," Senior Mengmeng said, her eyes still a little red and swollen, but her
expression had improved a lot. "With this, you can pee as many times a day as you want these days."

We looked at Senior Mengmeng, who had just walked to a cabinet, opened a drawer, and took out
a white, square object.

We looked closely and recognized it: a diaper...

"Senior, is this what you were saying earlier, the thing that will make us not have to worry about holding our pee?" Little Nipple
asked in surprise.

"Yes, that's right." Senior Mengmeng said, taking out a few more diapers and giving one to each of us.

I looked at the diaper in my hand and felt very embarrassed. Wearing diapers does eliminate the worry of
urinating , but for teenagers like us to wear diapers makes us look like babies…

Senior Mengmeng, seeing our expressions, smiled and said, “What’s wrong? The problem is solved, why
are you all still looking so gloomy?”

“Do we… really have to wear these?” Qingqing said embarrassedly, “We look like babies
…”

“Actually, in terms of your sex slave life, you are indeed babies right now, aren’t you?”
Senior Mengmeng actually asked us in return, but undeniably, living in a dormitory filled with “sex toys” on the floor
, we even needed Senior Mengmeng to help us wipe our bottoms after using the toilet. The school viewed us less as seventeen or eighteen-year-old
girls and more as sex slave babies slowly growing up and learning a new life…

Moreover, what made me even more ashamed was that I wasn’t even very good at changing my own diaper…

However, Xuanxuan, who knew how to change diapers, was about to obediently change hers when Senior Mengmeng
stopped her.

"Don't wrap them now! It'll be a waste. We'll be sleeping soon, and after we wake up, it'll be
time for the next bathroom break, so let's wrap them then! Unless any of you wet the bed!" The senior student teased us playfully
, and we all retorted, and the atmosphere returned to harmony.

"Alright, pick up your dropped shoes and put them in each of your drawers. I'm going
to get ."

Following the senior student's instructions, we each chose a drawer and put our shoes in the bottom drawer.
At this moment Senior Mengmeng walked in, and we all stared at her in surprise.

Her hands were empty, but she wasn't holding the shoes in her hands; instead, she was gently carrying them in her mouth...

She gave us a limited but maximum smile, continued carrying her shoes to her own drawer,
opened the bottom drawer, which was already filled with all kinds of high heels and boots, and then carefully
placed the shoes she was carrying in her mouth on the drawer, without her hands ever touching the shoes during the process.

So… what did my senior mean by saying she'd get her shoes later… so it wouldn't interfere with her room tour?

“Senior, you have so many shoes!” Xuanxuan exclaimed excitedly, looking at the dazzling array of
shoes . “Will we be able to have this many shoes someday?”

We all knew that Xuanxuan didn't really want to discuss her shoes with her senior;
she just wanted to change the subject and avoid an awkward silence. But once the topic of shoes came up, we were all immediately
drawn in. Although every pair of her senior's heels had
heels almost a finger's width higher than the shoes I was wearing now, they were all beautifully designed, and for us, we
could never have too many beautiful shoes.

We chatted about this pleasant topic while her senior took out some long,
thin , and we left this room that made us blush and turn away no matter where we looked.

Only after the shoe conversation ended did her senior reveal the items she had taken out before leaving.

I knew what they were, but I had never used them before… they were tampons.

"Senior, I don't need this! Mine just left." I said somewhat embarrassedly as Senior Mengmeng
stuffed a tampon into each of our hands without giving us a chance to argue.

"Lily, you forgot what we were doing at the entrance ceremony..." Little Nipple reminded me from the side. I
thought about it before remembering the medication we were forced to take...
the terrible pill that would cause the brain to produce a "false menstruation" physiological mechanism.

"So, it's true?" I asked my senior with a heavy heart, unwilling to give up the last glimmer of hope.
"We can never get pregnant again... and we'll have to suffer from menstrual cramps for the rest of our lives..."

"It's true..." Senior Mengmeng's face also showed sadness and reluctance. "Although I heard that
it's possible to achieve a temporary state of fertility through a drug that accelerates the proliferation of the uterine lining,
our future master has to be willing to spend the money for us to have this opportunity. Moreover, that drug is not like
the two drugs that were administered to you today, which have long-term effects... its effect is very short-lived. As soon as you stop taking it, your body
will return to the state of infertility. So, whether we can get pregnant in the future will also be in
the hands ."

"So, menstrual cramps..." I asked my senior in despair. She reached out and touched her lower abdomen, saying, "At
first, neither of us could bear the pain, especially me. When the pain got really bad, I wanted to roll on the ground. I could only relieve it by
constantly taking painkillers... But, after a few months, we got used to it...
I can still feel the pain now, but it's much better than at the beginning."

Seeing my senior like this, I couldn't bear to ask anymore. After all, it wasn't just our bodies that were like this; my senior
was suffering from the same thing! In the end, we could only silently help each other insert the tampon. Finally,
before my period stopped, I had this last chance to experience what I had never dared to try before:
the feeling of using a tampon...

Chapter Nine: Bedtime (Part Two)

Before, some misconceptions made me afraid to use it with peace of mind, but now that I'm using it, I find that
using this tampon is not as scary as I thought. Although I was still very nervous when I was about to insert it,
and even embarrassed to ask my senior and Qingqing for help, after it was inserted, I didn't feel any foreign object at all.

However, another point is that I'm no longer a virgin; I don't have a hymen anymore.
After being penetrated by a man's large, powerful weapon last night, tampons were a piece of cake... Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

(Cheer up, Lily!) I silently encouraged myself. (You're not alone here; everyone
around you is in the same situation...)

I secretly glanced at the other girls next to me. Some were clumsily inserting tampons, and some had even messed up
or contaminated them, having to start over with new ones. Those who had already inserted them were also feeling the sensation of inserting the tampons,
or fiddling with the tampons with worry.

Finally, after everyone's genitals had a section of the tampons sticking out, it was considered a great success. And we
waited for the "false period" to arrive as if facing a formidable enemy...

However, even Senior Mengmeng couldn't guarantee when that false period would actually arrive.

"Because this period of cramps and bleeding isn't my usual period, but
rather a result of medication, the onset time for the medication varies from person to person. Some people may need to take the medication for a few more days before menstruation
begins , while others may start now. The onset time of menstrual cramps varies less; usually, they'll
start at the latest tonight while you're sleeping, so the chances of being woken up by the pain are high. Also, does anyone here have their period
in the next day or two?" None of us nodded. Senior Mengmeng said with relief, "That's good.
Otherwise if it happens right before your period, the natural menstrual cramps combined with the cramps from the false period can be so painful that you can't stop
crying."

"So, if... it really hurts, can I ask for leave?" Little Nipple asked,
but received a cruel no. And after being reminded by our senior, we realized that this time
the pain was going to last...

"Okay! Stop being so depressed. Isn't there a saying that the more cheerful you are,
the are? Let's cheer up, everyone, let's play some games, okay?" Seeing
how down we were all, our senior suggested we play some team-building games... it was really just to liven things up.
Team-building games are truly unbelievable in our current environment.

However, once we started playing these games, we gradually forgot our earlier unhappiness. Thanks to the environment
, the minor punishments in these games were unbelievable to outsiders, such as having someone touch
your breasts , or kissing someone's feet... These risqué punishments not only made the games more
exciting and increased our competitive spirit, but also prevented us from feeling awkward and even
strengthened our bonds.

During the games, we also witnessed Xiaofen's courage gradually improve. From initially
needing Mengmeng to "take the punishment" for her, to "accompanying her in the punishment," and finally, a few times she finally dared to accept
the punishment herself. However, if no one was specified, she would always choose Mengmeng.

Team-building games are designed to help initially unfamiliar individuals or group members become more
acquainted. While Xiaofen is shy around strangers, she's generally comfortable around familiar people.
So, the more we played, the more comfortable we became. Once she was completely at ease, she revealed another side of herself – her
remarkable courage.

Also, during the games, we gradually started calling our senior by her first name, "Mengmeng." Initially,
it was just a slip of the tongue in the heat of the game, and we quickly apologized. She laughed and said it was okay, and that
she wasn't used to us calling her "senior" all the time. Just be careful to tone it down when instructors or teaching assistants are present, or
when there are many other people around. At least in this part, we were relatively comfortable in the room
…

“Alright! It’s about time.” After trying various team-building games, and everyone having received at least
five punishments, and playing for at least an hour or two, Senior Mengmeng finally stood up and said,
“It’s time to get ready and go to bed. We have to get up before dawn tomorrow; there are a lot of things to do on Monday
morning .”

“Senior, could I shower before bed? Otherwise, I’ll have a hard time falling asleep…” I
knew this request was a bit unreasonable, but washing myself before bed had been a habit of mine for many years. Seeing Senior Mengmeng
shaking her head with a troubled expression, I could only silently blame myself for asking so many questions and try my best to endure this new routine
.

“I don’t have the authority to decide whether you need to shower, but if you’re hungry, I can help
you get something to eat… Does anyone need anything?”

Hearing Senior Mengmeng say this, it was the five of us who looked embarrassed. Finally, Qingqing spoke up.

"Senior, to be honest, I'm really hungry right now... But, if the 'food' you're talking about is
... your own... then," Qingqing awkwardly stared at her senior's chest,

too embarrassed to even say "breast milk," "then I'd rather go hungry than..."

Senior Mengmeng listened with a smile throughout Qingqing's explanation, then sighed and said,
"I already knew. You've been going all day without eating anything, how could
you not be hungry?"

Senior Mengmeng paused, gently stroking her proud breasts as if deep in thought.
After a moment, she suddenly said, "Otherwise, if you really hate the breast milk I've worked so hard to produce, then I
'll get you something 'other,' okay?"

Her words only made us more embarrassed. We genuinely wanted something other than
breast milk too embarrassed to admit we disliked her breast milk.

"It's not that I hate it! I just don't want to see my senior working so hard!" Xuanxuan was quick-witted and steered the reason
in a positive direction.

"Besides, there are five of us here! If we all rely on your breast milk to fill our stomachs, be careful
we'll be drained dry by these hungry ghosts!" I said half-jokingly, and was immediately slapped by my senior sister, who was both embarrassed and angry.
But she seemed to have given up on the idea of forcing us to drink her breast milk, and stood up and said, "Okay! As long as you
promise not to be picky anymore, I'll go and get you some food other than 'my breast milk'... I think the other senior sisters
will be happy to help."

We had just breathed a sigh of relief because we wouldn't have to awkwardly rely on our senior sister's breast milk to fill our stomachs, but seeing
the sly look on her face, and the fact that she specifically emphasized "other than" her breast milk... I could almost guess what kind of food she
was going to get...

"Wait, senior sister..." Little Nipple also noticed and was the first to call out to Senior Sister Mengmeng, "The 'other things' you mentioned
, could it be... other senior sisters'... breast milk?"

"Bingo! You guessed it!" Senior Sister Mengmeng said happily, but we all felt like we were about to vomit blood.

"No! Senior..." Little Nipples said, "Isn't this...the same thing?"

"How could it be the same?" Senior Mengmeng continued to play dumb. "The milk produced by different seniors
has different tastes, sweetness, and even concentrations. Which kind do you prefer? I can go and get
it !"

"Senior!" We all looked angry. Senior Mengmeng then smiled and sat down, saying,
"We guessed your reaction, so we seniors had already agreed that if you refused to drink it,
we would find other seniors to exchange it with for you to drink other seniors' milk. Unfortunately, you were too clever, and the plan
failed !"

"So, there's no other...food besides milk?" We couldn't hide our disappointment
. After all, for a moment, Senior Mengmeng had irresponsibly given us a lot of hope.

"Yes, for now, this is your only option if you want to eat..." Before Senior Mengmeng
could finish speaking, I stood up and said, "Then I don't want to eat. I just want to sleep quickly so
I won't feel hungry." After saying that, I walked towards the inner cubicle alone.

"Lily," Senior Mengmeng quickly stood up and said, "Don't be angry! It's my fault. I
should have teased you like that, and I understand that this is hard for you to accept right now. But... you can't
go hungry forever!"

Actually, I wasn't angry. I just simply thought that after I woke up, there should be decent
food to fill my hungry stomach the next day... Hearing what Senior Mengmeng said, I was completely shocked
, and my feet forgot to move.

"Forever... does that mean... we really have to... rely on drinking your breast milk to fill our stomachs for the rest of our lives?"
"Really?"

"Not entirely. We're fed 'nutrient solution' every day. Our daily nutritional and
calorie needs are mainly provided by that solution. However, it only replenishes our nutritional requirements; it
does fill our stomachs. So, we don't suffer from malnutrition, but we're constantly hungry…
The easiest way to fill our stomachs is still through mutual breastfeeding… Some
teaching assistants jokingly say we always carry a 'lunchbox,' and honestly, I often
feel …"

"So, if we get enough nutrition, isn't that enough? Even if we're not full…"

"Eating on an empty stomach for too long will ruin your stomach!"

We looked worried and hesitant. Senior Mengmeng smiled wryly and said, "If you're thinking of
me and worried about embarrassing me, then I can tell you with certainty that I can't wait for
you all to accept it. Breastfeeding might be embarrassing for you, but we've all suckled
at each of our friends' nipples and tasted each classmate's unique breast milk... It's really not
a bad thing. It's like sharing something with a good friend."

Senior Mengmeng A blush crept across her face, but she still finished speaking: "However,
the meaning of letting classmates and peers suckle is completely different from letting you suckle... Last year, my roommate and I were also
very resistant, but when we finally accepted and suckled, we realized that for Senior Mengmeng,
those of us who were suckling her milk to fill our stomachs... were like you now... just like a mother feeding her children
..."

Hearing Senior Mengmeng say this, we all blushed and felt hot. So, in Senior Mengmeng's
heart , we really all regarded us as her... children?

Thinking of my inability to conceive and have a real child... I think I can understand Senior Mengmeng's thoughts
now ...

"But Senior Mengmeng, it's not enough for you to feed five of us by yourself!" Xuanxuan asked Senior Mengmeng,
but her words seemed to indicate that she had already accepted the idea of drinking Senior Mengmeng's milk.

"Yes, it's true that our milk supply is still too low right now. It's not even enough for one person, so
we definitely won't be able to feed you all at first. It will only slightly alleviate your hunger," said Senior Mengmeng. "However, through
repeated emptying of the breasts, especially the stimulation of direct suckling, the mammary glands in your breasts will become more and
more active. Not only will the milk production increase, but the lactation cycle will also become shorter. At the current rate,
the breasts will become full again every four to six hours after being emptied, with a total of about 350 ml of milk from both breasts. However, our
previous senior, before we weaned, had already progressed to a total of 500 ml from both breasts, and her breasts would become full again every
two hours or so... But if she empties too frequently, she will also become very
tired, since all of this is synthesized from the nutrients in her body."

"Direct suckling... this..." We already found it hard to accept even drinking from a cup of breast milk, and
now hearing Senior Mengmeng say that direct suckling was absolutely unacceptable.

"Of course, I'm not forcing you to do that right now, and even if you wanted to, I'd be
scared, afraid you might accidentally bite me!" Senior Mengmeng said with a bright smile. After a pause, she continued
, "By the way, these things will be taught in the course in a few days, but... by then,
you won't be able to escape them!" "The course will teach this?" I asked incredulously, after all, the course content was quite different from the erotic pictures

filled with images in the inner cubicle . "This is just one part of a large curriculum. The first few weeks are relatively simple; your genitals will even be protected for a period of time. But the later weeks will be increasingly in-depth. Especially the latter half of the curriculum, which consists of introductory and prerequisite courses designed for the future themed classes. By then, even if you're not entirely willing, every student will put in their best effort to study and review, because finding a suitable class and getting into it is better than failing and being eliminated." Before we knew it, our conversation had drifted back to the themed classes and failing to get into themed classes… But this time, Qingqing finally mustered the courage to ask the question we all wanted to know but were too afraid to ask: "Senior, what about the themed classes you just mentioned? There's the dog class, and the… the masochistic class. What are the other two classes?" Although the most important thing to avoid failing the placement exam was to know "which classes" and "how the exams are conducted," I only heard the senior mention the first two and didn't have the courage to ask about the remaining two. Clearly, Senior Mengmeng didn't know whether she should respond directly to Qingqing's question. She first asked us again, "Do you really want to know... the truth?" After we all looked , she finally let out a heavy sigh. "Well, that's good too. The sooner we know, the sooner we can be mentally prepared..." After thinking for a moment, Senior Mengmeng reached out and tightly grasped our hands, saying, "Okay then! I'll tell you about those four themed classes... and the customer groups I know that will be most interested in the future! If any of you can't take it anymore or don't want to continue listening, just say so immediately, and I'll stop right away. I won't laugh at you, and you don't need to feel embarrassed. After all, accepting this requires a lot of courage for you..." For the next while, the five of us girls listened as if Senior Mengmeng was telling the scariest ghost story, discussing our future paths. During the process, some stared wide-eyed, some covered their faces and cried, some screamed in fear, and some clung to the person next to them, feeling each other tremble, but we all forced ourselves to listen to the end... ... This "Sex Slave Training Academy" provides girls as . Perhaps it's the accumulated experience over the years that allows the school's administrators to grasp the preferences of most of their clients . For these wealthy individuals who can spend lavishly, mild forms of discipline are utterly beneath their notice; or rather, they could use their money to buy dozens, even hundreds, of women willing to do such things. The market price for these sex slaves simply can't be set too high. Therefore, the school aims to train these already wealthy individuals...

What wealthy people with pathological psychology desire most is the kind of sex slave that "money can't necessarily buy,"
to undergo the training or transformation that "no amount of money would make them willing to do.

" The so-called four themed classes are actually courses specifically designed according to the four areas that a person, someone with a strong animalistic desire,
craves: bitch, sex toys, sadomasochism, and group sex…

Bitch… that is, female dogs… are about transforming us girls… former women… into
"men's most loyal pets," humanoid dogs to be kept and accompanied by their masters… All students entering
that class must learn various canine actions, then crawl, live,
be trained, and even mate like a female dog… In the end, they may even forget their original language and posture, truly
becoming… A female dog that looks like a human...

a sex toy... the kind that truly loses its self-care ability, survival ability,
mobility ... a "living toy," completely controlled and manipulated by its owner,
who can even remotely control every move of the girls... This is to satisfy the insane desire for complete
domination ... If the owners are willing to be ruthless, the girls, as complete sex toys,
can even have physiological functions such as estrus and orgasm appear on the owner's remote control and become unable to control themselves...

masochists... If you're afraid of encountering owners with severe sadomasochistic tendencies, joining this class might
actually be a blessing in disguise. Through the latest technological drug modification, the girl's body can quickly repair itself, sufficient to withstand the
physical abuse inflicted by typical sadomasochistic masters... And through a series of training sessions, the girl's
masochistic tendencies are developed without limit, turning a normally normal girl into
someone with a severely pathological mentality where "not being abused is more painful than being abused." Such girls are particularly favored by clients who are under chronic high levels of stress
, using the abuse and torment to provide a suitable outlet for their stress.
Girls with a strong masochistic constitution may even gratefully crave greater stimulation... And even if left unattended, watching
girls who crave masochism and suffer in agony can become... One of their pastimes during leisure time...

group sex... This seems like the most mundane theme, and the girls in this class are
the only ones still retain a shred of humanity... However, what these girls often face is being
purchased by a large corporation and becoming the company's sex slaves, used by all the company's senior executives. Even
when they are not being used by their masters, their various usable acupoints cannot truly rest and are instead
"recharged" with electric dildos... For these girls,
every will be used. Various sexual positions, postures, and techniques are the only lessons in their future lives.
"Being used in more than one place at all times" is the consistent survival mode for these girls in the future
...

...

...

"That's roughly it." After Senior Mengmeng finished speaking, there seemed to be a hint of sobbing in her silence. I,
Xuanxuan, and Xiaorutou were already crying because of what Senior Mengmeng said.

"Senior, you're joking, right? You're just trying to scare us, right?" Qingqing, struggling to hold
back , asked her senior hopefully, hoping that her senior would smile brightly at us like before and say
something like, "Did I scare you?" or "I was just kidding!" If that were the case,
we definitely wouldn't be angry that Senior Mengmeng dared to scare us like that.

However, Senior Mengmeng paused for a moment and said, "To be honest, that's all I know. And
I don't even know if all the themed classes really go to this level... In this year, we've only known
about these four classes and taken the introductory courses for these four classes, but what it's like after entering those classes,
none of us seniors can tell you."

"Why?"

"Because, since I came here, apart from the first week or two when we could observe the seniors'
classes , for the entire year afterward, we haven't encountered those themed class seniors at all. Their
schedules are arranged very discreetly, their specialties and part-time jobs are completely separate from ours, they don't have any direct juniors,
and they're even forcibly prohibited from participating in club activities. According to the school's instructors, 'These miscellaneous
activities will affect their studies,' but a terrifying rumor has been passed down from previous years' seniors: 'Once you enter
the themed classes and start taking those courses, you can't live a normal life like normal people... like us
.'"

"But, seniors... what about you?" I looked at Senior Mengmeng with worry, as if watching a
tragedy about to unfold.

However, to our surprise, Senior Mengmeng's expression was particularly relaxed and happy.

"We... are much freer! We can still join clubs, but then we'll be teaching you club
classes; we can also freely choose which specialties to learn, or what kind of transformations we want to make, and we can also have
all of you lovely juniors."

We listened to her words in disbelief, completely different from the introduction of the themed class earlier.

"Why... seniors... aren't you supposed to be... gifted students who are supposed to be proficient in every theme? How
come you're..."

"You think that since seniors do well in every theme, they should learn every theme and shouldn't be so
free and relaxed, is that right?" Senior Mengmeng joked with us again with a smile. But after the joke, she returned to the serious
topic.

"This is one way the school forces us, just like when we were kids, we were lured with
the promise of good grades leading to good jobs, encouraging students to work hard and strive for high rankings. It's the same here, but even
harsher ... The school makes us believe that only by doing well in every themed class exam and getting into the special class can we live
this comfortable life. So, to avoid suffering in the themed classes, every student ends up
competing for grades, even engaging in constant open and covert battles, which eventually escalates into backstabbing... simply because
the number of places in the special class is extremely limited, and before all the themed class exams are completed, no one is confident they can
get into this special class..."

At this point, Senior Mengmeng suddenly sighed deeply and continued, "To be honest, I also had no
confidence in being selected for this class. I even thought that if I didn't get in, I would at least join 'group sex'."
"The themed classes, the long-duration vaginal intercourse and deep throat oral sex I learned, were all for this..."

"Group sex classes... if it were me, I would choose to go there too," Little Nipple said, "After all, compared to other
terrible themes, these themed classes are probably extremely common in this school!"

"Hmm... yes..." Senior Mengmeng added, "But have you noticed that the remaining three themed
classes are no longer centered on normal sexual intercourse or sex services? In fact, many of the owners who buy them
don't have much sexual desire and don't need to release their pent-up energy through them, or rather, they don't need to buy them to release their

pent-up energy. As long as you have money, you can have as many beautiful women as you want. You can change them however you want. Those themes
are like a treasure, a work of art, mostly for people to admire, and don't require too much physical effort. However,
group sex classes are completely different... According to the class introduction during the themed class exam, the sexual intercourse time there
starts at least ten hours a day. If you don't have enough physical strength, you definitely can't last in those classes."

"But, senior, I'm a little curious..." Qingqing asked cautiously, "If you get into a themed class,
one of those terrifying... like you're going to be transformed into a masochist... living that kind of life worse than death,
wouldn't it be better not to have passed the exam at all... I mean... like you just said... being eliminated...
wouldn't be so painful?"

"No!" Senior Mengmeng answered Qingqing succinctly and forcefully, revealing an even crueler truth, "No matter
which , it's far better than being eliminated..."

"How is that possible? Those themed classes sound terrible enough, are there anything even more tragic?"

"Well... and it happened right before my eyes... to my good friends... Do you know
there's a ranch behind the school?" Senior Mengmeng suddenly veered to this strange question, and we all shook our heads.

"Later... when we have time, I'll take you there for a visit with a few other seniors, and then
you'll understand..."

This topic ended there. Although we couldn't figure out the connection to the ranch
, seeing the ominous look on the senior's face, we knew that asking further might lead to even more frightening answers,
so none of us dared to press the matter...

In the end, we only chatted briefly, and we gradually felt tired. The senior asked us to wait for
her for a while, and left the room without explaining anything.

Soon after, she returned with two cups of milky white liquid. We all realized
that she had secretly squeezed out these two cups of milk. She didn't specify who should drink it, but simply placed them on the ground
for us to take if we wanted.

After some hesitation, Xiaofen, with trembling hands, picked up one of the cups and took a small sip.

Soon after, each of us drank a little. Compared to the "senior's essence" mixed with
a lot of , this cup of milk was truly a delicacy!

After resting for a while, it was time for us to go to bed…

The beds were positioned directly under the crotch of the photo of Mengmeng on the ceiling. This meant that
if you lay on your back, you'd really have the illusion of being crouched above another woman's genitals when you first woke up
…

Also, there were only five beds in this cubicle, and none of them were Mengmeng's…

“Senior, why isn’t there a bed for you? How are you going to sleep?” Xuanxuan looked at her with concern,
but she just smiled and shook her head, offering no explanation. Instead, she gestured for us all to sit
on our own beds.

After the five of us girls were on our beds, Mengmeng bent down to take off our indoor
slippers .

“Senior, I can do it myself.” I was startled by her action, but she had already taken off my shoes . The other girls hurriedly took off their own shoes
before Mengmeng could continue helping them . Senior Mengmeng rubbed my feet with one hand and said, "You guys wear high heels day and night, your feet must be sore and painful. Lie down, close your eyes and rest. I'll massage your feet to make you feel better." Hearing this, we quickly told Senior Mengmeng, "No need!" "We don't need that!" " Our feet aren't sore, really!" We even tried to do it ourselves, but Senior Mengmeng gently patted one of our feet and said with a smile, "Have you forgotten? You Don't rush to lick them yourselves... your mouths have other things to do." After she finished speaking, she took out five small items from a drawer. When she placed them in front of us, we girls were stunned. They were pacifiers... and the pacifiers were shaped like phalluses, even the part that covered the lips was a hairy, rounded shape like a scrotum, which made us feel even more disgusted. "Senior, can I not suck this?" I pleaded with her, but she shook her head and said, " You have to suck it, and you absolutely cannot let it fall out while you're sleeping, or you'll be punished. This... it's not just for humiliation; it's also preparation for your future oral sex lessons, so if you can , try to suck it as much as possible while you sleep, and don't bite it! Teeth marks will leave marks." We had no choice but to reluctantly take the pacifiers, and the five of us looked at each other. "Finally..." Senior Mengmeng said, standing up and walking to the light switch. We originally thought she would turn off the lights completely, so that although it would be dark, at least we wouldn't fall asleep looking at the erotic pictures on the walls and ceiling. However, Senior Mengmeng switched the lights in the cubicle to another mode. Although the bright main light was off , there was a faint light coming from all four walls, just enough to illuminate the photos near the light source, but not so bright as to affect sleep. What was even more unsettling was that, the moment the lights dimmed, a woman's moans "Senior, could this be...?" Little Nipple asked anxiously. "Hmm... these moans are the sounds made ..." Senior Mengmeng said shyly, confirming Little Nipple's unease. "This is your... our common... 'lullaby' during this stage. So during this stage..."

" Before this segment ends, you have to play this moaning sound every time you go to bed..."

"So, how long will this 'lullaby' play? I can't sleep at all!"

"You have to force yourself to sleep even if you can't, otherwise it will be three hours before this moaning ends
."

Three hours? Were the seniors forced to be on the verge of orgasm... for a full three hours?

However, the senior obviously didn't want to continue chatting with us, and directly told us to put on the pacifiers and
lie down obediently on the bed. Otherwise, she would really get angry, so we hurriedly lay down.

With the pacifier in our mouths, we instinctively wanted to suck on it. The rhythm of our breathing gradually matched the rhythm of
the lullaby moaning sound, our cheeks were burning hot, and our thoughts gradually became blurred. Looking at the ceiling,
at Senior Mengmeng's private parts, I felt that this must be the most beautiful private parts I had ever seen on a woman...

The occasional wet and comfortable feeling from the soles of my feet further accelerated my sleepiness. Gradually, after what seemed like
an eternity , I finally drifted off to sleep, having spent my first night in the child slave dormitory...

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