[High School Class Pets] (31-32) [Author: eyny10012990]

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**************** ... Tianlong and Guangdong Zhou were badly injured back then, how could they possibly appear in the classroom the next day as if nothing had happened? Moreover, the three kids and Guangdong Zhou's personalities had drastically changed; the kids were no longer kids, and Guangdong Zhou wasn't frantically trying to please Huang Shih-han like before. Those four people who were taken down by Huang Shih-han using some unknown method, and then carried away by the muscle man, immediately reappeared in the classroom. Although they looked the same, their eyes gave off a completely different feeling. They were really dead… right when Huang Shih-han activated the poison within the token. That Guangdong Zhou guy must have known he was going to die, which is why he glared so hatefully at the person who killed him. Stomach acid erupted in my throat again, spraying all over the toilet, and the sour smell in my nose made it hard to tell if it was sadness or nausea. The Huang family, this potentially incredibly powerful family or organization, killed those who stood in their way and then replaced them with surgically altered people, making them disappear from the world without a trace. Damn it! How could this be! Someone with such power, yes! I'm talking about Huang Shih-han. Someone like that was gang-raped to the point of being unbearable by the classmate. The power imbalance is completely illogical. The one who should be eliminated is the first person who raped her! I vomited again, this time only green bile. The first person was me, Sun Zi-yang, that audacious and shameless brat. Next was Dong-dong, Yuan-bao, Superman… Superman! Right, according to this logic, why didn't Superman die? Judging from his reaction, he is indeed the Superman I know. Thinking of this, I felt much more relaxed. He didn't die, so all my previous deductions were probably wrong. The brat is still the same brat, and the Cantonese porridge is still the same Cantonese porridge. I covered my face, my joy no longer able to be suppressed. "Hahahaha!" I laughed heartily. Superman, you're so good! For the first time, I feel so good to know you! I forgive you no matter what you do! Even if you beat me to a pulp, I forgive you… Why did you hit me…! It felt like a heavy hammer had struck me, leaving me with stars all over my head. Because Superman's master is Mianhua! That's why Huang Shihhan couldn't remotely kill him! If we assume Mianhua and Huang Shihhan are the same being, then Superman is clearly completely controlled by Mianhua. That day at the Golden Building, Superman inexplicably attacked me wildly, Mianhua smugly called Superman "Little P," and the appearance of the four muscular men—weren't those the best evidence? "Remember me. And, obediently go to the hospital," Superman said. ... My nose felt sore, but it wasn't from stomach acid. My vision was blurry, but it wasn't from neurasthenia. That day, I finally understood the sentence hidden inside Superman's white David. "Never go on an off-campus visit , you'll die"—was that what he meant? Were you afraid I'd be branded a slave by Huang Shihhan? Superman, you beat me up so badly to drive me out of these weird games set up by these perverts, preferably I couldn't participate in off-campus visits? Off-campus visits are definitely the end of all this. " I... I'm going to call the police! " *Thump*, I smashed through the plastic toilet door and stumbled, almost tumbling, down the stairs. Ignoring the instructor's shouts, I climbed over the roller shutter and ran out of the school, bursting into the nearest police station. "I want to turn myself in!" I yelled. "Student? What's wrong?" The officer at the duty desk anxiously poked his head out. "I want to turn myself in! I want to turn myself in! I have so much to tell you!" "Okay, okay, calm down, okay?" The officer led me to the back office and told me to wait. Wait? Someone's already died! I grabbed a pen and paper from the desk and furiously wrote down everything I'd seen and heard: how Huang Shih-han was raped , how she was bullied, how she was treated like a toy, and then...and then again! "Student, be gentle, we don't have enough money to buy another desk." The officer opened a binder , turned on the voice recorder, and everything was ready. "Okay! Listen to me, I..." My voice was abruptly cut off, the throbbing pain almost suffocating me. The officer's gold buckle had a familiar pattern, its claws bared as it lunged at me. It was a relief of swords and roses. Why were there them here too? "Hey, what's wrong?" the officer said with a forced smile. "Just too nervous!" Another officer leaned over and patted my shoulder. "I'm the chief . Anything you want to say?" The yellow ring on his finger gleamed. "Ah!!!!" What on earth was going on here?! "Officer! This guy isn't a policeman!" I shouted at the entire police station. "Damn! You're Qi Xiao!" A middle-aged officer with a beer belly dropped his landmine and came to check on me, but his belt buckle also had— swords and roses.

Another policeman's ring, the chief's tie clip coming out of the office—everywhere, swords and roses!

"What's wrong, classmate!" A group of policemen gradually surrounded me.

"Don't come near me!"

Instantly, all the policemen stopped, looking at me with helpless, sorrowful eyes.

I understood…you're all Huang's dogs!

"You're all Huang's dogs!" I really shouted.

The terrifying thing was, the police station was completely silent.

No one denied it, no one admitted it; they just looked at me as if I were a completely new species, incompatible with
their world.

I ran again on the road to another police station.

Another one—

and yet another—

swords and roses everywhere, dusk everywhere

, I hid in the shadows of the Golden Building.

How much would it cost to take a bus to Taipei…

If this town is already controlled by the Huang family, then going to Taipei can't be wrong, right?

That guy really has that much power; I'll just grab any passerby and tell him everything…
Yes!

This kind of horrifying story will definitely be rolling around in the newspapers for a month.

Then I'll be safe!

My senses sharpened in the darkness, so I didn't miss the approaching footsteps.

The person didn't lower their voice; instead, they walked straight towards me.

"Who!"

"It's me." Superman's voice.

Superman emerged from the darkness, carrying two bottles of rusty coconut milk, tossing one to me.

This was our favorite drink when we used to go to the internet cafe to play League of Legends.

"How did you know I was here?"

"You've been acting long enough, haven't you? Even if you go to a controlled police station and put on a show, we
won't believe you at all. Ah... I didn't expect that we'd be the ones being tested. So, your surveillance has
been exposed Whatever, you already knew, right?"

Superman twisted open the coconut milk can and added Vitamin B. It was the Superman I knew.

"I never thought the Huang family would send you here to supervise. Is this what elders call love?"

"You're committing a public murder..." I didn't say "public murder."

Superman blinked frantically at me, his eyelashes almost falling off.

He didn't want me to talk? That's right! He's from Mianhua, so it's hard to guarantee he doesn't have a listening device on him.

"Hmph, so what?" He hasn't acted since winning first place in drama in elementary school. Is this a long-awaited
freestyle performance?

"Don't interfere, we have our own rules. This is a message from the next head of the Sima family."

"With things like this, aren't you afraid of being found out?" Please, someone find out already!

"The intelligence blockade is perfect. Everyone within the scope of interference is under control, and those who are not under control have
been replaced with doubles. If people can be controlled like this, then mechanical and electronic intelligence is even more obvious." Superman
paused, pressing his ear. Was he listening to his earphone?

This confirms he's here to act as a mouthpiece.

"What was the purpose of revealing your identity? The pre-game investigation report didn't say you were anything
special. Someone sent by the Huang family... how could you possibly slip up and give yourself away by dropping the token?"

Superman's face was tense as he said this, almost bursting into laughter.

This question must have been sent by someone from the Sima family. This is a huge misunderstanding. I'm just a
useless guy who likes to sleep with pretty girls. Such a high-minded question sounds ridiculous to Superman.

I need to give a decent answer so I don't get looked down on.

"Tightly sealed off? Seriously? If this gets out, how much damage will it do to the Huang family's reputation?
It won't be something that can be dismissed as 'children playing around.' Are you really prepared?"

"Technically and theoretically, there's no possibility of leakage."

"I heard that… Hahahaha!" I burst into laughter, though I didn't even realize I was laughing at Sanxiao.

This time, Superman paused for a long time before speaking. The Sima family, pulling the strings behind the scenes, probably didn't understand that I,
a high-ranking slave sent by the Huang family, was trying to take advantage of Sanxiao.

"No possibility of leakage." Superman's face contorted, his lips twitching.

"You're reciting your own words again." I stood up and walked to the window, the neon lights casting
flickering shadows on my face.

"Remember what you said. If I find out even the slightest hint of it, I
can't guarantee what the consequences will

be." I immediately followed up to avoid further questions: "The deadline is off-campus training... there's still
a month left. Don't ruin the relationship between us."

"As long as the information blockade isn't complete, this game will immediately end."

"What about those involved?"

"Memory erasure."

Damn, they can even do something this futuristic?

Wait, they've already replaced a bunch of people's faces as substitutes and blocked information; memory erasure
seems a minor matter.

"The Sima family sincerely greets you and presents a belated gift."

Superman took out a small jar of silver liquid and placed it in my palm.

The liquid was shiny, but it didn't seem like mercury. What was it? Oh well, I'll keep it for now.

"Children's games are also a part of reality. They learn and grow through play, so
we must pay special attention to even the smallest things."

Superman paused before saying, "What does the Huang family mean by this..."

I could almost see the Sima family members hiding behind Superman. In this battle, I had already gained the upper hand:
"I think you all know what I mean. Even if you give me something like this, it won't lower the Huang family's standards.
On the contrary, it will have the opposite effect, hahaha."

Hearing this, Superman took out his phone, turned on the speakerphone, and Sima Mianhua's voice came through.

Finally, he couldn't help but talk to me directly.

"Is the gift not substantial enough?" Mianhua's voice sounded quite nervous. There seemed to be many people
talking in the background, a whole think tank, my goodness.

"That's too unrefined, isn't it? I'll be keeping a close eye on you and remember what I said."

"Shut up! You're just a high-ranking slave of the Huang family, what gives you the right to..." A bunch of people interrupted Mianhua from behind.
I could vaguely hear, "Miss, calm down," and "The other party represents the Huang family," etc.

The Huang family is so terrifying, what was the person who gave me this ring thinking?

"That's how it is, let's get along." I turned around and left without looking back.

The night wind filled my shirt, making me feel like a top-notch martial arts master, arrogant and aloof, as I drifted away.

Actually, I didn't know what to say, so I just wanted to get out of there quickly.

Afterwards, I bought a bag of fried chicken and iced black tea and went home, only to be slapped by my mother for skipping school
and not coming home.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm not the same person I used to be." Then I got slapped again.

Since you're so angry, don't try to take my fried chicken!

My little elementary school sister grabbed my arm and wouldn't let go.

Don't worry, everyone.

After this meeting filled with misunderstanding, I've gathered a lot of information.

It seems the other side has perfect information blocking, so the threatening videos we have on our phones and computers are probably
just placebos; they can easily block and shut them down if they want. In other words, they're extremely afraid of being exposed.

Once this is exposed, everything will be over.

Things will go back to square one.

Everything will be alright.

Computers can be hacked, police can be bribed, and the dead can
be replaced , but people are the hardest thing to control.

The more people there are, the more difficult things become.

Last time, Xiao Shi was fixed to the wall and people had sex with her; at least sixty people did it, and this wasn't
exposed. Amazing, the Sima and Huang families.

So, what if it becomes a hundred people, five hundred people, a thousand people?

Our school has about a thousand students, and the idea of beautiful girls being used for sexual gratification will spread like
a virus .

Is your team ready?!

High School Class Pet - 32

A new day, waking up with particularly refreshing breath.

Ah, is this what it feels like to be fifty?

Stepping into the classroom, Huang Shihan was the first to arrive. The morning light shone through her semi-transparent summer uniform,
making it seem as if she was wearing a thin veil, revealing the beautiful scenery below.

"What?"

"Nothing, just looking at you."

"Sigh... I thought about you yesterday. Even if you're not my direct slave,
I'm still Huang's successor. You can't be so rude."

"Haha, Huang's successor?"

Huang Shih-han looked at me, pouting, and said, "Both my brother and I are."

Oh, so the Huang family, this super-unknown but enormous power, has two successors. One is a brain-dead
bitch, and the other probably doesn't even know that her sister is eating men's dicks all day.

"Mianhua told me some things yesterday... You're their insurance agent, right? Please don't
talk nonsense to them. Everything is under control now."

"I know, it's just a game."

"Yes! It's just a game."

Huang Shih-han looked at me pleadingly with her big eyes. Sure enough, the feeling of a woman wholeheartedly submitting to a man is
different.

"It's okay. I didn't intend to interfere with you anyway. I just said, leave me alone. Tell me
what you mean by that?"

"What do I mean..." Huang Shih-han tilted her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly blushed and dared not look at me anymore.

I'm currently maximizing
the use of . In Mianhua and Xiaoshi's eyes, I'm probably someone their family sent to spy on them.

Simply put, a few kids are playing a strange game that's dragged a lot of people into it,
but the game can't be exposed, so they've replaced some people who might be exposed, and information is
strictly controlled…

Suddenly, I remembered something.

The deaths of the chemical engineering teacher and the chemistry teacher.

Looking back after getting so much information, the chemical engineering teacher was probably killed by Huang Shih-han! Judging from
the chemical engineering teacher's serious demeanor, after being seduced by Huang Shih-han, he probably wanted to expose the matter, and then
somehow, he and the chemistry teacher were killed together.

Thinking about this, I felt a chill down my spine.

Damn it!

"Huang Shih-han, what are you doing!" This bitch unknowingly touched my lower body, kneeling and pulling open my genitals
.

"Hey? You didn't want this...!!! You trash, idiot! Moron."

Huang Shih-han pushed my stomach away, blushing as she sat back down.

"Oh, you misunderstood, didn't you? I just said leave me alone, and you interpreted it as serving me.
How desperate for a man are you?"

"You trash... shut up."

I suddenly attacked Shih-han from behind, gently pinching her nipples. This woman still wasn't wearing a bra, completely
obedient.

"And you're the next successor of the Huang family, kneeling so willingly before a slave, is this your true nature
?"

"No."

"But your nipples are getting harder."

"No."

"You can continue playing your game, I don't intend to interfere, and conversely, don't worry about what I'm doing."

"Ugh..."

"Is it that comfortable? Speak like a human being and answer me properly!" I pinched and pulled her breasts up
and stretching them.

"No, let go, it hurts."

Hehe, I obediently let go and left, there was still plenty of time.

Today's art class was figure drawing. The teacher went to great lengths, even hiring a nude model,
which made everyone's hearts flutter.

We even had to schedule an art class with the Architecture Class 1 students because, apparently, hiring a nude model costs almost two thousand yuan,
so we had to make the most of it.

There were 24 students in Architecture Class 1, 16 boys and 8 girls, one of whom was Xiaogang's
girlfriend . No wonder he was so excited to be in class with his girlfriend.

"Xiaomei, come sit next to me," Xiaogang said softly, like a sissy.

"Oh dear, I'll be embarrassed," Xiaomei replied. She had a long face, crooked teeth, a thin
body , and bad skin—no match for Huang Shih-han at all.

The art teacher was a young man who had just graduated, brimming with enthusiasm.

"Class, today is the day everyone's been waiting for: nude sketching!" A

burst of enthusiastic applause erupted in the art classroom. Even we, the chemistry students who were used to seeing the bodies of girls our age,
joined in a woman undress in front of everyone was quite exciting.

The art teacher slowly explained the key points of the drawing—proportion, fat, features—I didn't want to listen
! Just bring out the nude model already!

"Before bringing the model out, I must emphasize again, this is for art. Students,
please don't look at it with prejudice. Focus on the beauty of the human body; that's the only way to respect the model."

The art teacher cleared his throat and said, "Let's welcome Mary."

Everyone applauded enthusiastically, and a long-haired woman entered the classroom.

Her light brown hair flowed across her wrinkled, pug-like face, her eye bags were terrifyingly large, and she had a cigarette
dangling .

"So slow," the woman named Mary, or Mary, said.

The classroom was so quiet you could hear someone sobbing.

"Class, Miss Mary is a top nude model. The top models she trained are now
all capable of standing on their own. She's the perfect model for you all... Senior, no smoking
here ..."

"Oh, right." Mary stubbed out her cigarette and plopped down on the sofa in front of the podium.

The art teacher excitedly directed the students to form a U-shape, setting up their easels and a
dozen or pencils of varying shades.

"Class, fat and wrinkles are the most difficult and interesting parts to draw in figure drawing. Everyone's bones
are pretty much the same, but the marks of time on the flesh are different."

"Shut up, Xiao! What fat and wrinkles? I just got stood up and came here to earn some extra money. These
young people , tsk tsk tsk."

Mary took off her bathrobe, revealing her indescribable body.

Everyone painfully looked away, only the art teacher began to draw furiously.

"Hey everyone, hurry up and keep up with me! It's the industry's big sister, Sister Mary!"

"Xiao! If you say another word, I'm not playing anymore!"

The art teacher finally shut up and started drawing.

Everyone reluctantly began to draw.

This Sister Mary had absolutely no feminine modesty. Her legs were spread wide, revealing what looked like a stinky alien
creature . Her curly hair grew wildly everywhere, and her breasts hung on both sides like deflated balloons. It was like something out of a horror movie.

"Ah..." Sister Mary suddenly made a sound.

"What's wrong?" the art teacher asked.

"I feel a little cold. Xiao, did you just say something?" Sister Mary sat up and walked directly to
the art teacher's side. The students next to the teacher groaned.

"I hate disobedient juniors the most. I'll do whatever you want, but you have to follow my rules.
That's enough for today." Mary put her bathrobe back on in front of the teacher, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but the teacher didn't
think so.

"Sister Mary...please, you can't do this! Everyone's been looking forward to this class for so long. It's for teaching,
for art!"

Damn it, if you love drawing fat old women, don't drag others down with you!

"Please, Sister Mary."

"I don't want to!" Sister Mary lit her cigarette again, took a big drag, and looked utterly satisfied.

It was time.

I said a few words to Huang Shih-han, then said, "Now it's time to test your intelligence-blocking abilities
."

She rolled her eyes at me: "Idiot! This is completely pointless!"

"Whether it's meaningful or not is up to me. Okay, let's ignore the monitor role. Have you forgotten
your position in the class?"

I wasn't the only one with this thought; most of the students in the class were giving Huang Shih-han enthusiastic looks.

But no one dared to make this request, because the fewer people who knew that Huang Shih-han was our sex slave, the better;
we should to keep it from leaking out.

But for me now, the more people know, the better. As long as the news can't be kept out, this
unknown ghost game will come to an end, and I can continue my ordinary high school life.

"Sister Mary, there might be some unparalleled artistic geniuses here. Now is the time to stimulate them.
Can you bear to stifle these seedlings?"

"None of my business." Mary picked out a big wad of booger and flicked it away. "Young people just don't know how to rely on themselves.
When they encounter problems, they should solve them themselves. It's the right way to have seniors guide them."

"But...but..."

Just then, a girl spoke up: "Teacher...I volunteer to be a nude model."

This person was Huang Shih-han.

"Hmph, this road won't be easy." Sister Mary smiled wickedly. "Don't think
you can . It's not as simple as you think. You have to be nude."

"I...I..."

The architecture students stared at Shih-han's curvaceous body and drooled, while the other girls
gave her disdainful looks in disbelief.

"I'm willing." Huang Shih-han said, pressing down on her skirt and blushing.

The male students erupted in enthusiastic applause, their voices rising and falling in celebration of art.

The art teacher groaned, muttering things like "fat" and "the marks of time."

Some of the female students blushed, while others glared at Xiao Shi with disdain.

It's understandable that Xiao Shi's beauty would attract jealousy from her female peers; I bet
many girls would think, "That girl from another class just wants to be famous!"

Well then, the name Huang Shih-han would quickly spread among their group of friends.

Oh well, the more the better, let it spread as far as possible.

At this moment, Huang Shih-han had already been brought to the sofa, where Mary roughly stripped her down to just her shoes and socks.

The architecture student next to her rubbed her eyes and said in a trembling voice, "She's not wearing any underwear..."

"Didn't I just tell you she had a nipple?"

"Such a slutty girl, how come I never noticed before?"

The female student's reaction was also amusing: "She looks like she wants to seduce men."

"So perverted, and she's even willingly naked."

"Just how much does she want to be seen naked?"

Xiao Shi's smooth shoulders trembled, one hand covering her snow-white breasts, her legs clamped together as if she were about to squat down.
One hand covered the girl's most private parts, but her fair skin and the body hidden beneath her clothes were already completely exposed,
nakedly displayed before everyone's eyes.

Her pitiful, watery eyes were almost about to cry. She opened her small mouth, her pink tongue moving back and forth
inside , as if trying to say something.

"Pretty good-looking, now even I want to take you on as my apprentice." Sister Mary reached out and stroked Xiao Shi's
stomach, waist, thighs, and buttocks, nodding with satisfaction. "Absolutely a perfect 100! Don't be afraid, it's
for art, you'll get used to it." She patted Xiao Shi's buttocks.

The soft flesh of her buttocks bounced enticingly with Mary's pats, and some male students immediately hid behind their drawing boards,
afraid someone would see their already bulging crotches.

To me, she looked like a first-time AV actress. Sister Mary would be perfect as a madam,
specializing in pushing naive girls into the adult film industry.

A voyeuristic frenzy was about to begin.

To be continued...

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