[Beyshu No.1 High School Graduation Ceremony]

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The Graduation Ceremony of Biezhou No. 1 Middle School
Author: Dadi
"Ding ding ding..."
The bell rang for the end of class in Class 2, Grade 12 of Biezhou No. 1 Middle School. A group of lively and lovely girls gathered together,
chattering excitedly.
"Oh, tomorrow is the graduation ceremony, I'm so reluctant to leave. Are you all ready?"
The speaker was a petite girl with a ponytail.
"Hehe, Afen, we've been ready for a long time. But you, have you found your boyfriend yet?"
A girl with an oval face and classical beauty smiled and said. Her name was Alin. She was the class
's entertainment committee member and Afen's best friend.
"Hehe, what's there to prepare? It's just a pair of cleavers, rope, and maybe a blindfold. We've been learning for
so many years, we know it all too well."
Xiaojie said nonchalantly. She was a voluptuous girl, with a high bust and a rounded figure,
exuding the unique aura of a young girl.
"Don't say that! After all these years of studying, this is really the execution ground. I can't embarrass
myself! To be honest, I'm incredibly nervous. I didn't sleep well at all last night," said Ah-Qiong, tall and with
stunningly beautiful legs, standing out among the group of girls.
"You silly girl! It's just being tied up, having a execution plaque stuck in your back, kneeling down with your neck outstretched. You
must have had a wet dream last night."
"Hehe, no, I dreamt of being hanged last night. I was hanged seven times before I died."
"Wow, that's so cool!"
"Hehehe..."
The girls laughed and joked, squandering their last moments of youth. With the rampant spread of the W2 virus,
the Earth's population was in a state of imbalance, with more women than men. This meant that 90% of women would be eliminated by fierce competition before entering university . Under these circumstances, 　　it's understandable
that graduation ceremonies in various middle schools gradually evolved into execution ceremonies for surplus women. 　　With the tireless efforts of the education department, girls began receiving "torture education" from the fifth grade of elementary school. 　　The curriculum included torture psychology, bondage techniques, choosing torture clothing, and making execution tokens and blindfolds. Most 　　girls had long accepted their fate of being executed on the guillotine or gallows on the day they graduated from middle school 　　. 　　"Stop fooling around. Now, let's distribute the torture instructions. Xiaojie, you read it to everyone," 　　said Xiaolan, the class monitor. She was a short-haired, spirited girl, the oldest and 　　most respected among the girls. 　　"The execution instructions... well, I won't read the beginning, I'll just talk about the part everyone should pay attention to." 　　I. Obligations of the Tortured: 　　1. The tortured person must accept being bound and have a execution token inserted behind their back. 　　2. The tortured person must choose a male executioner from within the school. 　　3. The execution tokens for the condemned are made to a uniform standard… 　　II. Rights 　　of the Convicted 1. The condemned have the right to choose their execution clothes. 　　2. The condemned have the right to choose their method of binding. 　　3. The condemned have the right to choose how their body is disposed of after execution (provided it does not endanger public safety) 　　… 　　“What? It’s the same old thing again.” 　　“Yeah, I knew that in fifth grade.” 　　The girls laughed and cursed, creating a chaotic scene. 　　Late at night, Afen returned to her dormitory, took out the execution token and rope she had prepared long ago 　　, and stroked them again and again. She couldn’t calm down. So many nights, she dreamed of being gently but firmly bound by him 　　, mercilessly having the execution token inserted and being pushed to the execution ground. She would obediently kneel down, stretch her neck, and smile as she faced 　　the bamboo basket that would receive her head, then wake up amidst a sea of blood. But now… would he 　　really grant her wish? 　　She tossed and turned, unable to sleep. "Never mind, it's the last night anyway, I must see him one last time 　　..." 　　In the boys' dormitory of Senior Three (1), Ah Ming was reading under the lamp when a knock sounded at the door. 　　"Who is it so late?" 　　"It's me." 　　The door creaked open, revealing Ah Fen standing gracefully at the door, her hands behind her back. 　　"Oh, it's you. What's up?" Ah Ming suppressed a laugh, but already knew what was going on. 　　"We're graduating tomorrow, and I want...I want..." Ah Fen suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed. How embarrassing! 　　Nowadays, when a girl gives a boy a handmade execution token, it's like giving herself completely to 　　him. If they can't be together, it means she'll be executed on the day she walks to the execution ground. 　　This execution token has become a "death warrant" for girls to confess their love to boys. How shameful! 　　She's never given a boy an execution token before. 　　Afen blushed and couldn't speak for a long time. Suddenly, she rushed to Amin's side, stuffed the execution token and rope into his hands 　　, and then quickly ran to the corner, peeking at him through her fingers with her large eyes. 　　Amin examined the execution token in his hand. Judging by its size, it was probably a size five, perfectly matching Afen's petite 　　figure. At the top was a blood-red character for "execution," below which were the two delicate 　　names "Wang Fen" written in black ink. It was clear that Afen had written it very carefully. Below the name was a smiling portrait of Afen. The last line 　　was the executioner's name field, but it was empty. The execution token was made of pine wood, with very smooth and neat edges, and emitted a faint 　　fragrance unique to young girls. Amin actually liked Afen very much, but he had never spoken up. He smiled slightly, 　　took a pen, and solemnly signed his name in the executioner's field. Then he used a red brush to mark two large red crosses on Afen's name 　　and handed the execution token back. 　　Afen's breathing quickened. She grasped Amin's hand, and Amin smiled and nodded, then swept her 　　up in his arms and carried her to the bed. 　　"Oh, this is so embarrassing, it's...it's my first time," she thought, yet Afen coyly allowed Amin 　　to strip her bare like a lamb. Under the lamplight, Afen's petite and lovely body was covered in beads of sweat, appearing 　　translucent. Her small, undeveloped breasts were full and firm, bouncing wildly with Amin's movements.

Long, slender legs tightly gripped Ah Ming's waist. Amidst Ah Ming's heavy breathing and Ah Fen's soft moans, the two
fell into a deep sleep.
Dawn broke.
"Ah Fen, what kind of torture clothes did you choose?"
"Hehe, guess!"
Ah Fen jumped off the bed, her naked body almost driving Ah Ming wild again. She rushed into the bathroom like a whirlwind, and
when she came out, she once again dazzled Ah Ming.
Afen wore a snow-white silk long-sleeved blouse, the V-neck embroidered with a
white lotus, which accentuated her slender, delicate neck. Beneath the thin fabric, her youthful yet rounded
breasts proudly proclaimed her growing maturity. She wore black elastic leggings with flesh-colored stockings, highlighting her long, shapely legs.
Afen grinned, propping her legs up on the chair, slipping on a pair of white
strappy cloth shoes, and looking at Amin with a charming smile.
"Afen, you're so beautiful."
"Hmph, I'm about to die at your hands, and you're still making sarcastic remarks."
Afen said with a grin, her eyes fixed on the executioner's token and rope in Amin's hand, her breathing quickening. So many
years of longing, today it was about to come true.
Afen obediently turned around, slowly kneeling, crossing her hands behind her back, waiting for Amin to tie her up.
Despite being mentally prepared, she still gasped when the rough hemp rope touched her delicate skin
.
"Afen, what kind of binding do you want?"
"Whatever...whatever you want."
Amin nodded, first making a slipknot with the hemp rope, looping it around Afen's neck, then separating it into two strands and
passing it under her armpits, wrapping it around her arms a few times before crossing it back to her chest, then looping it back around her armpits from under her breasts
and tying it behind her back. Finally, he combined the remaining rope into one strand, passing it between her legs and
tightly binding it to the rope around Afen's chest. The intense stimulation almost made Afen collapse to the ground.
"How about it, is this modified tortoise shell style execution binding alright?"
Amin asked smugly, then picked up the execution token and inserted it from the slipknot around Afen's neck all the way to her waist
, causing Afen to groan again.
Amin pushed Afen in front of the mirror. The mirror reflected the beautiful figure of a young girl bound hand and foot.
Her face still held a childlike innocence, and her petite, adorable figure possessed a cruel beauty within the tightly bound ropes. Her snow-
white silk shirt stood out starkly against the crisscrossing ropes, and her slightly protruding breasts were accentuated by the bindings
. Her ponytail, fair and delicate neck, and the execution plaque high behind her head made Afen
's image as a tortured girl pitiful. Especially striking was the blood-red "execution" character and red cross on the plaque, so
harmonious with the ropes, vividly portraying a girl about to be executed.
"So beautiful,"
Afen murmured to herself. Although she had imagined herself bound hand and foot with the execution plaque behind her back countless times,
she was still incredibly excited as it was about to happen. "Amin, after I'm beheaded, you
absolutely must keep my head safe, okay?"
On the playground of Biezhou No. 1 Middle School, a group of girls, bound hand and foot and with execution plaques stuck to their backs, were laughing and talking loudly.
"Hehe, A-Qiong, your execution plaque is crooked! Xiao Jie will definitely scold you later!"
Xiao Jie was wearing a blue and white sailor uniform today, with her hair tied in a ponytail for easier handling.
"What? Xiao Jie, your ropes are all loose and sloppy! You don't look energetic at all!"
A-Qiong retorted, wearing an elegant white cheongsam that
accentuated her tall, classic figure. Because of her height, coupled with the execution plaque, she appeared much taller than the other girls.
"Arlene, what are you wearing?"
Arjun asked curiously. Indeed, Arlene's outfit today could only be described as gorgeous. She wore a white
silk gown with intricate pleats and lace trim. The neckline was slit all the way to the top of her chest, making her neck appear
exceptionally long and slender. Her ample breasts were compressed, revealing her beautiful bones, while her waist seemed
deliberately cinched, making it exceptionally thin. This was paired with an equally luxurious white long skirt, also with intricate pleats and lace trim. However, the gorgeous dress was pitifully tightly bound, and with the executioner's shield inserted behind her, 　　it looked
somewhat incongruous . 　　"This is 16th-century English style, isn't it? Unique, right?" Arlene was clearly very proud. 　　"Pah, pah, what are you so vain about? Look at your appearance, trying to look like an ancient English princess going to the guillotine! 　　It's a pity the ropes and the executioner's shield are so mismatched, and I don't think our school has any execution stakes or axes!" Xiaojie 　　laughed and scolded. 　　"Stop arguing," 　　A-Lan spoke up again. Today, she was dressed in a May Fourth Movement-era student uniform: a pale white blouse, a black skirt 　　, and white stockings, paired with neat short hair. The tall, pointed executioner's placard on her back, along with the crisscrossing ropes, gave her a delicate 　　yet fiercely heroic air. She scrutinized A-Lin's attire and said, "It's alright. I heard the school 　　has some new equipment; there should be something suitable. But you must perform well, so you don't look out of place 　　. Why isn't A-Fen here yet? It's about to start." 　　"Hey, isn't that A-Fen? Wow, I didn't realize she'd always liked A-Ming!" 　　Xiao-Jie exclaimed excitedly. Even facing punishment, the girls' gossipy nature remained unchanged. 　　With a whistle, the girls quieted down. The final moment was approaching. Binding, the execution ground, 　　beheading—scenes they were familiar with since childhood—were about to experience firsthand. 　　The large playground had been transformed into an execution ground, surrounded by small red flags bearing the character "斩" (beheading). A 　　long row of lecterns stood on the platform, where teachers sat upright, all dressed in antique-style official robes. Each teacher had a 　　bamboo tube filled with small tokens bearing the character "斩" in front of them. Ten small white circles were drawn on the playground facing the platform as execution positions. 　　"The 1875th Graduation Ceremony of Biezhou No. 1 Middle School now begins!" The girls tensed up. A 　　-Lan began giving the students the final instructions. 　　"A-Qiong, you need to stretch your neck out a bit, otherwise it'll be troublesome if they can't cut you off in one stroke." 　　"Xiao-Jie, you must kneel properly and not move around; it's your old problem."

"Arlene, you need to apply for the beheading stake and axe before the execution, otherwise it will be too late."
The girls nodded nervously, silently reciting the execution techniques they had learned, and began their final preparations.
While they were talking, the executions of other classes had already begun. First up were the girls from Class 3 of Senior Three.
There were more than thirty of them, divided into four groups. The girls marched into the execution ground in a single file, kneeling in unison at the beheading stakes
. Behind them, the towering beheading stakes resembled a neat forest. Each girl had three executioners: one
to hold her hair, one to hold her arm, and the last to carry out the execution. A shout of "Execute!"
came from the loudspeaker, and the executioners raised their blades and chopped down on the girls' necks one by
one. A chorus of "crack" sounds filled the air as the girls' heads fell into the prepared baskets of severed heads, their blood staining the green grass crimson
. One by one, the headless, delicate bodies collapsed to the ground, their long, slender legs twitching and kicking behind them before gradually settling into stillness
. Some girls had kicked off their shoes, revealing their tender, jade-like feet, while others had clearly lost control of their bladders, with
wet spots appearing between their legs. After the execution, the executioners dragged the girls' corpses aside, and their heads were
carefully collected for inspection.
Although they had already learned about torture, this gruesome scene still left the girls of Class 2 stunned
and speechless. The thought that they too would soon face execution in the same way, their hearts heavy with sorrow.
A-Lan began to encourage her sisters again: "Don't be afraid, everyone. It's actually very simple. We just need
to kneel in our positions, stretch our necks, and the executioner will first use the back of his blade to touch our necks to determine the position for the cut
. At this time, don't be nervous, close your eyes, take a deep breath, and make sure your face is directly in front of the head basket. Then the executioner will
shout 'Kneel down!' Just answer 'Yes,' and it will be over quickly."
"Wow, A-Lan is so amazing!" A-Ming joked.
"Of course, you think A-Lan is the class monitor for nothing? She's also the class representative for the execution!" Xiao-Jie
said coquettishly.
At this moment, the head of the execution department ordered the girls of Class 2 to enter the execution ground. A-Lan stood at the front of the line, followed by A-
Qiong, Xiao-Xi, A-Juan, Xiao-Jie... The petite A-Fen was at the back, next to her friend A-Lin. The girls also
entered the execution ground in a single file, and just before the head was beheaded, they formed a horizontal line.
"Execution begins!" The girls took a step forward in unison, stepping towards the head of the execution ground.
"Kneel down!"
They knelt down in unison, following the instructions for execution. The girls
leaned forward slightly, stretching their necks as much as possible, their ten execution placards pointing neatly to the sky—a beautiful sight.
Next came the roll call. The head of the execution department called out the names one by one: "Liu Lan—present!" "Deng Xixi—present!"
"Luo Huijuan—present!" "Xiao Jie—present!" "Huang Xiaoqiong—present!"... "Tang Lin'er—present
!"
"Wang Fen—present!" Afen's last childish reply sounded particularly loud in the execution ground.
"Execute!"
At the head of the execution department's command, the executioners pulled the execution placards from the back of the necks of the girls in Class 2 one after another,
threw them forcefully in front of them, and then raised their swords to carry out the execution. The first to behead was naturally class monitor A-Lan. Her execution posture
was perfect, so the executioner easily severed her delicate neck with a single stroke. Her short-haired head fell precisely
into the head basket, and her headless body immediately jerked upwards, hot blood gushing out. Then, she quickly
collapsed to the ground. Headless A-Lan lost her usual composure, kicking and thrashing violently. Her legs thrashed
about, kicking off her black cloth shoes and tearing her skirt. Her hands, bound behind her back, clenched
into fists and then unclenched, trembling incessantly until they slowly calmed down.
Before the girls could scream, several more girls fell to the ground with a few "cracks." When it was Xiao Jie's turn
to be beheaded, the executioner pulled out her execution token. Xiao Jie couldn't help but scream. After all, she was only a sixteen-year-old
girl. She had completely forgotten what A-Lan had taught her. Her body swayed uncontrollably. It
took the executioner a lot of effort to hold her down. The one in charge of the execution was her boyfriend, A-Hua, who couldn't help but shout, "Kneel up straight
!"
Xiao Jie trembled and replied, "Yes..."
The broadsword whistled as it slashed down on her fair neck. Perhaps because she was shaking so violently, the blade didn't
sever her head, but instead got stuck in her neck. Xiao Jie screamed in pain and instinctively tried to stand up. At this moment,
A-Hua quickly pulled the blade out, stepped on Xiao Jie's back with one leg, and swung the blade again with lightning speed. Xiao Jie's
head flew off. This time, it didn't fall into the head basket, but rolled to the ground. Her face still had
a painful and contorted expression, her beautiful eyes were wide open, and her small mouth was slightly open. Her delicate body was still
struggling on the ground, and she had somehow rolled over, her sailor uniform riding up to reveal her pink belly, and her beautiful legs
spread wide, revealing her pure white underwear.
Fortunately, the execution was not interrupted by this unexpected event. The next to behead was Ah-Qiong. Perhaps because of
the shock, she unconsciously shrank her neck the moment the executioner swung his blade, resulting in a
slightly inaccurate strike to her neck. Fortunately, the executioner was strong enough, and her head still
fell smoothly into the head basket. After the decapitation, her delicate body struggled gracefully a few times and then remained still, only her
legs under her cheongsam stretched straight, one of her high heels kicked off, revealing sexy flesh-colored stockings.
"What a disgrace,"
Arlene muttered to herself as she was about to be executed, head bowed. She turned to Afen, kneeling beside her, and whispered,
"Watch me, my dear sister, I'm going now."
She was to be beheaded using the classic English method with a wooden anvil. After the executioner removed the hilt, Arlene bent down, gracefully
placing her slender neck into the groove of the anvil, then straightening it as much as possible so that the edge of her head protruded from the
anvil, her face facing the basket of heads lined with straw. The entire movement was fluid and seamless.
The English method of beheading didn't require the executioner to straighten the female prisoner's hair beforehand, so the executioner in front stepped back
, and the one behind stepped forward, gently brushing her hair aside to reveal her smooth, slender neck
. Arlene felt the executioner behind her raise the axe and lightly touch her neck, then smiled.
She closed her eyes, and in an instant, the axe, whistling through the air, sliced through Arlene's flesh, striking the
wooden anvil with a thud. Her beautiful head rolled limply into the head basket.
Dressed elegantly in her finery, Arlene stood upright, a fountain of blood gushing upwards for a full three meters before slowly
sliding down the anvil to the ground. Her jade-like hands, bound behind her back, opened, twitched slightly, and then calmed down.
"Finally, it's my turn."
Witnessing her best friend's execution, Arlene felt a strange sense of calm. She turned to
Amin with a sweet smile, then quickly assumed her position, ready to be slaughtered. Yes, this was
the inevitable fate of women in this era—to die by the blade of their beloved. What was there to regret?
Amin was also scrutinizing Afen. She was kneeling perfectly, the long execution token pointing diagonally to the sky. Her small hands
were tightly bound behind her back, her fair wrists already turning slightly purple. Her ten slender fingers clenched into fists and
then opened, revealing the girl's inner tension. Perhaps because the bindings were too tight, a section of her
delicate waist was exposed on her back, her slender waist curving into a beautiful S-shape. Her immature buttocks, encased in black tight-fitting elastic leggings
, knelt on her heels. Her rounded thighs and shapely calves were tightly pressed together and straightened. The pure white
girl's round-toed cloth shoes were facing upwards, her delicate arches taut, with only half of her flesh-
colored stockings showing at the edge.
Amin gently and slowly pulled out Afen's execution token. Afen trembled all over, her delicate body kneeling even lower,
a layer of goosebumps rising on her snow-white neck. Suddenly, an idea struck Ah Ming. He ordered the executioner in front of Ah Fen to step back
, then gently grasped her ponytail at the back of her head and brought it to Ah Fen's lips, making her open her mouth and bite down. This
exposed Ah Fen's delicate neck. Ah Ming gently stroked the back of her
neck, slowly calming her down. He bent down and whispered in Ah Fen's ear,
"Relax, give me your most beautiful smile, okay?"
Hearing this, Ah Fen nodded slightly, her cheeks flushing red. She quickly straightened her neck,
took a deep breath, and smiled as she faced the skull-bearing basket that was about to receive her head.
Ah Ming raised his broadsword and shouted, "Kneel straight!" Because Ah Fen had her ponytail in her mouth, she only
gave a shy "Mmm," and the broadsword, with a whoosh, accurately struck Ah Fen's snow-white neck. With
a sharp "snap," Ah Fen's head was perfectly severed, falling steadily into the head basket.
"Did I... finish?"
These were the last thoughts that crossed Ah Fen's mind. Then she slowly closed her eyes, a faint smile appearing on her lips
.
In Amin's eyes, Afen's sixteen-year-old body was gracefully dancing. Two or three seconds after the beheading
, Afen remained in the same position as when she was being tortured. Blood spurted more than a meter from her headless cavity, then
she fell forward and rolled onto her side. The upper edge of her white silk shirt was already stained red with blood. Her slightly heaving
breasts heaved rapidly like a bellows. Her long, slender legs, encased in black tight-fitting elastic leggings,
kicked powerfully back and forth, occasionally clenching the rope binding her buttocks and rubbing them together. The alluring triangle area gradually
revealed wet spots. Soon, she kicked off her two pure white strappy round-toed cloth shoes, revealing two trembling
feet clad in flesh-colored short stockings. Her jade hands, bound behind her back, desperately pulled down on the ropes, but
how could this beautiful girl, who had struggled to break free before the execution, possibly escape after being tortured? A few minutes later, A-
Fen's dance gradually stopped, her whole body timidly bending into an S-shape. A-Ming walked over, picked up A-Fen
's smiling head, and exclaimed, "A-Fen, you're so beautiful!"
Two days after the successful conclusion of the graduation ceremony at Biezhou No. 1 High School, A-Ming fulfilled his promise to A-Fen,
adding a beautiful framed picture in the dormitory, inlaid with A-Fen's frozen smile…
"Who is it? Come in!"
A-Ming closed his book and turned to the door.
"Is A-Ming here?"
a delicate voice rang out, and another graceful figure flashed in, holding a execution plaque.
"Tomorrow we're graduating…"
[The End]

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