[Sex Slave Training Academy] (23-25) Author: capricandy

Author: capricandy
Word Count: 48942

Chapter Twenty-Three: Club Application

After the club expo, we were officially faced with the dilemma of not knowing which club to choose…

That evening, exhausted, we returned to our dorm. The intense discussion we had planned
didn't go as expected because our senior hadn't returned. Instead, after a whole day of physical and mental torment, we had no
energy left to think about this even more pressing issue.

We girls just wanted to sit quietly and rest, letting our complicated feelings settle.
Although someone occasionally tried to start a conversation, without our senior who could provide crucial guidance
, we could only mention all the clubs again and again, only to reject them each time,
ultimately ending the conversation without any progress.

To make matters worse, while the other four girls gradually calmed down after resting,
recovering from the terrifying experience of the day, Xiaofen was different. As we gradually
calmed down, she became increasingly ashamed and fearful. The topic we were about to discuss was one she absolutely dared not
face. Eventually, she couldn't bear it any longer and went to her private room to rest. The four of us
girls, influenced by Xiaofen's emotions, became agitated again, and as a result,
we …

…

On Sunday,
after , the unresolved club matters from the previous night were brought up again.

"So? After yesterday's expo, have you decided which club you want to join?" Before we
even knew how to broach the subject, senior Mengmeng asked us first.

We could only silently shake our heads, and senior Mengmeng had clearly anticipated our reaction.

"Actually, club activities aren't as scary as you think. In school, there's
the pressure of progress, the pressure of exams, and the constant supervision of instructors and teaching assistants; but it's not like that in clubs.
Clubs value the bonds and relationships between members more than the pace, and most of the time the upperclassmen teach,
making it the after-school activity we all look forward to the most," the upperclassman reassured us.

"But…that performance…" we wanted to argue further. Yesterday's performance was deeply etched
into our hearts, like an indelible shadow. We had no idea
whether we would be able to face our future juniors with such a humiliating performance. We didn't even know what mindset to have
when choosing a club we desperately wanted to avoid...

"The performance isn't the whole picture of the club," the senior student said. "Just like our
lives , there are many close friends we can't develop deep relationships with in class, and many little moments—laughter, tears

, sweat from shared struggles, shared dreams, camaraderie through hardship, and sharing secrets. There, no one is alone, and no one is afraid to face challenges. If you can get through the schoolwork , the club performances will be a piece of cake." Using the "worse" schoolwork to comfort us about the "slightly better" club wasn't very effective, but it made us reflect: if we could really endure the daily classes, why are we now so calculating about choosing a club? Do we still have the right to be calculating with others? Perhaps it's because we had the choice this time that we wanted to seize this opportunity and find a better club, but no matter how we chose, we could only end up with clubs that didn't suit our tastes, which is why it's so hard to accept... I even wonder if if I were forced to join a particular club, I could "calmly accept my fate"? "Senior... I still can't choose... Can I not choose?" Xiao Fen pleaded . Choosing a club was the most difficult thing for Xiao Fen. Shy Xiaofen finally managed to get to know us , but joining different clubs would mean being in unfamiliar environments. Xiaofen even felt unsure if she could make as many friends as her senior had suggested… “Well… if you can’t choose one, the school will automatically assign you to a club… those that other students didn’t choose … I hope you can choose a club actively, so you won’t regret it later, otherwise… the ‘Health Service Club’ has always been the least popular. Almost all the girls who gave up or couldn’t choose a club end up there…” When the senior mentioned the Health Service Club, I thought of the “urinal” senior who, although she didn’t go on stage yesterday, gave us the biggest shock , and a strong feeling of nausea swept through my body. It was only then that I realized we couldn't pick the "best" club no matter how hard we tried, but there was one "worst" club right there. This made me truly understand how important it was to be able to choose a club ourselves... "I don't want to go there!" Little Nipple muttered, then asked, "But senior, you said 'we can't successfully choose a club'... Does that mean even if we choose a club, we might not get in?" "Of course, each club has a limited number of openings. If too many people try to get into the same club, some students will definitely be eliminated." The senior nodded and said, "In fact, there are some 'secrets' to choosing a club, and that's what I'm going to teach you now. But you have to make up your minds first and stop desperately resisting those clubs ." "Hmm..." As if resigned to our fate, we could only nod in agreement with the senior. "Okay, let me explain them one by one..." Of the seven clubs, the "Hygiene Services Club" was always everyone's last choice. Among the remaining six clubs, the four tutoring clubs and the other two performing arts clubs had very different admission requirements. The tutoring clubs—the Bitch Club, Sadomasochism Club, Rope Play Club, and Public Service Club—each only admitted around forty new students. Because there were no prerequisites, admission was usually based on the order of application; those who applied late might miss their chance. The other two performing arts clubs, because they would be performing for important guests and were often the focus of attention on campus, had much stricter requirements for new students than the four tutoring clubs. Therefore, the order of application was no longer the key factor in admission.

Instead, each club will hold an "interview" to test aspiring new members and select
the most suitable candidates, ensuring that the reputation painstakingly built by previous members isn't
ruined in their generation.

However, while joining a performance-based club is difficult and risky, the rewards are substantial.
Each performance earns "points," and frequent contact with VIPs
increases visibility. Some wealthy patrons even want to buy large numbers of female slaves from marching or dance clubs
to form private "sex slave performance teams" to flaunt to their fellow enthusiasts.

Furthermore, for girls aiming for "special classes," gaining entry into these two performance
- based clubs becomes their primary goal. Entering the special class is no easy feat.
Besides possessing above-average qualities in terms of appearance, sexual skills, tolerance, and special talents,
having a large number of points to assist with personal transformation or purchases, enroll in specialized training, and receiving positive customer reviews
are all crucial factors in standing out and gaining entry. The latter two
are particularly advantageous for the marching band and dance clubs.

Each year, these two clubs typically admit only about fifty new members, while
around one hundred apply, even at the risk of rejection and being assigned to less desirable clubs
.

While only sixty students out of three
hundred enter the special
class each year, approximately fifteen to twenty members from these two clubs successfully gain entry each year, becoming mentors and mentors to the next generation. These two clubs make up only a third of
the total number of students in the entire grade, yet more than half of the students in the special classes come from these two clubs…

And this is also the more accurate way to get into the special classes that the senior students
told us when they visited the campus and looked at the dormitories we would be living in…

…

“So… if we want to get into the special classes… we have to join the marching band or the dance club first?”
Xuanxuan asked in horror.

"It's not certain, just a better chance," the senior explained. "Looking
at the number of people in our year who got into the special classes, the marching band has seventeen, the dance club has eighteen, that takes up thirty-five out of
sixty . The remaining spots are: six each in the bitch club and sadomasochism club, four in the public service club, seven in the hygiene service club,
and only two in the rope bondage club. Senior 'Sister 'Sister 'Sister '' is one of them. The reason there are so few in the rope bondage club is
because this activity has gradually fallen out of fashion and is becoming unpopular… The seniors in the themed classes rely on technological modifications
to attract customers, but in the special classes, you rarely see these modifications, so it's a waste."

"Hmm…" We weren't really that concerned about the number of people in each club; we were just thinking about our
choice of club. It's much better to compete for seventeen spots out of fifty than six or seven out of forty
.

"So... will the teaching assistants or instructors be the interviewers?"

"No, it'll be us senior students." Senior Mengmeng's expression turned smug as she said this,
"You might even see me when you come for your interviews!"

"Senior... could you..." I wanted to secretly beg the senior student to leak some of the interview questions, but I swallowed
my words halfway through. However, the senior student guessed my intention and said, "I'm sorry, I really can't say.
In fact, to avoid any appearance of impropriety, when our direct junior students participate in the interviews, our direct senior students won't be the interviewers.

Besides, we're not the ones who decide the final spots. All I can do
is help ."

"Then... can I participate in the interviews for both clubs?" Qingqing suddenly asked.

"Hmm... I haven't taught you how to 'apply for clubs' yet, have I? I'm about to go 'work' too...

How about this, I'll explain it to you first and help you 'prepare the documents.' As for how to choose and
apply them, that's up to you..."

...

The next day, Monday morning, after the usual Monday
routine , we entered the classroom. Besides making those students who had just been spanked stay on the stage
to quiz and humiliate the other students, we were also allowed to apply for clubs.

Actually, the application process was very simple. We just had to put our pre-prepared "documents" into
the area representing the club we wanted to join...

To avoid crowding and to prevent injuries from rushing, the teaching assistant had us go up in batches to choose which club to put our documents into. The order of the batches was based on our homework grades and class performance
from the previous week .
As it turned out, among the five of us girls, Xiaofen, whose average score was B-,
went up with the other equally average girls to choose which club to apply for.

Holding her documents, Xiaofen walked onto the stage, but unlike the other girls who rushed to put down
their documents, she blushed and hesitated for a while before placing her documents in

the area labeled "Rope Art Club." When she put them down, Xiaofen wanted to turn the back of the documents up, but the teaching assistant scolded her, so she had to turn
the documents up front, feeling so ashamed that tears were about to fall.

The document was actually quite simple; it was just a blank sheet of paper with our genitals imprinted on it,
and our names signed in the blank space where the vagina should have been… The senior student said that our genital
imprints were similar to fingerprints or palm prints in the outside world…

Since she was one of the last girls in that batch to put down her document, and
none of the other girls who remained were applying to join the rope bondage club, when it was the next batch's turn after all the girls in Xiaofen's batch had finished,
her genital imprint was still on the top shelf of the rope bondage club. Realizing that the girls who came up next could see
her genitals, Xiaofen couldn't hold back anymore and collapsed onto the table, crying.

Xiaofen hadn't discussed with us which club she wanted to join beforehand, and we didn't dare to provoke her. In the end, Xiaofen silently made
her choice—the rope bondage club—a choice she made when she had no other options…

She certainly wanted to enter a special class, but a demon lurked within her. She couldn't break through her own limitations
to join the talent show club and perform for so many strangers; she wasn't even sure if she would pass the interview. The rest…
Of the five tutoring-style clubs, she couldn't choose the "office club" where she'd be exposed to men, nor
the "female dog club" where she'd be ridiculed as a puppy, the "hygiene service club" where she'd be used as a urinal, or
the "sadomasochism club" where she'd be subjected to various forms of sexual abuse. None of these suited her…

In the end, the rope bondage club seemed like a better option. The senior student said it was very static;
members were likely bound and restrained most of the time, unable to move. For Xiaofen,
this feeling of being unable to move in front of strangers was already presentable, and the ropes "assist" made it more "natural," making her less
"controversial."

While we all agreed to join the special class together, we also
agreed not to interfere with each other's choices of clubs, selecting only those we could accept. However, without
telling us beforehand, Xiaoniu also quietly submitted her application to the rope bondage club. She wasn't particularly attached to the club; she had
simply witnessed Xiaofen's pain and helplessness, and thus made up her mind to stay by Xiaofen
's side, no matter what club Xiaofen chose. She would accompany Xiaofen as long as she could, ensuring she wasn't alone.

Qingqing ultimately applied to the "Dance Club." Last night, her heart was almost torn in two. She wanted to
join the dance club, but also wanted to stay with me in the marching band. So, she actually prepared two applications, intending to
submit both. However, her senior repeatedly warned her that if she applied to more than two clubs at once, the four tutoring
clubs would definitely not accept her. Of the remaining three clubs, the health service club was the last one she could get, and the other two clubs
would have significantly reduced acceptance rates once they learned she had applied to multiple clubs.

In Mengmeng's year, there was one senior who actually applied to both clubs, passed the interviews
, and was even called in to ask which club she would choose in the end. However, most of the seniors who made the same choice as her
ended up on the list of the "Health Service Club," which they had never applied to...

That senior was An'an, the star of her year, who ultimately chose to stay in the marching band club
...

Qingqing didn't dare to take such a big risk, and she also knew that if she was disappointed because of this, I
wouldn't . So in the end, after discussing it with me, in order to have a better future for each other and not wanting
to compete for club vacancies, we decided to stick to our original intention and apply to the dance club...

Xuanxuan and I both applied to the marching band club, and when we were admitted together, we wished each other good luck...

In addition, when I went to choose a club, I also noticed the Health Service Club. Compared to the enthusiasm of other clubs,
it only had a thin sheet of paper with the word "Slave" written in the blank space in the middle of a female genital rubbing.

Finally, the most tragic were the girls who had been punished in the morning. While we were choosing clubs, they were still on
stage displaying their bright red, bare buttocks. It wasn't until the other girls, whose grades were probably even lower in line
, had all made their choices that it was their turn. By then, the extracurricular clubs were already piled high, and
they didn't even know if they were oversubscribed. They could only apply to the marching band or dance club, hoping to prove themselves in the interview,
or apply to extracurricular clubs that "looked" to have fewer than forty members, taking a gamble…

Xiao Ke… for some reason, she was also one of those who had just been punished, which surprised Qingqing and me, but
we didn't dare ask. At this point, with limited choices, she didn't know that the clubs Qingqing and I chose, whether it was
the marching band or the dance club, would at least have someone to keep her company… But…

something even more surprising… even terrifying… happened: Xiao Ke actually put her application
documents into the "Bitch Club" section…

…

That evening, after we finished our morning homework and the afternoon "kneeling" and "sitting" practice, it was time to go to
the bathroom . This time, senior student Mengmeng specially arranged for Xuanxuan and me, who were going to interviews later, to line up ahead of us so
we would have more time to use the restroom. Qingqing also took over from senior student Mengmeng again, licking
Xuanxuan and me clean for our genitals, wishing us good luck in our interviews. On the other hand, Xiaorutou overcame her fear and shame to lick Qingqing's
genitals clean.

Actually, Qingqing and Xiaorutou originally hoped that senior student Mengmeng could rest so she could prepare for her interview
, but Xiaofen was still very resistant to having her private parts licked by other students. No matter how much Xiaorutou and Qingqing encouraged
her, it was no use, so senior student Mengmeng had to do it again...

After the restroom time was over, before senior student Mengmeng could even take us back to our rooms, we were notified that we had to prepare for the marching band club interview
. Shortly afterward, we also received a notice to meet at the entrance hall. With the blessings of the other three girls,
Xuanxuan and I silently left the dormitory and walked together to the entrance hall at the dormitory entrance.

In the entrance hall, many girls who had arrived earlier were already kneeling in rows, waiting. Behind us,
many more girls who were also going to have their interviews were entering. Xuanxuan and I knelt close
together thankfully we had practiced what we learned in class earlier, so our kneeling posture was fairly standard. But
the moment we knelt down, I felt as if my future life wouldn't be as "lucky" as the first week

...

The dormitory supervisor looked around us, making sure each of us was kneeling properly, allowing no room for carelessness,
but remained silent, offering no indication of what we were going to do next, which made me nervous. Almost all the students who were going to have
their interviews arrived. I roughly counted, and there were over a hundred students
going to interview for the marching band...

The senior student had reminded us beforehand that the marching band interviews
had more applicants than the dance club because the requirements for freshmen's prior experience were not as high, so the chances of being accepted were also
lower . This was one of the reasons why Qingqing didn't want to compete with us for the marching band vacancies...

Soon, the dormitory door opened, and a senior student walked into the dormitory. She first greeted the dormitory supervisor standing next to her before walking to the
front of our line and telling us about the interviews that were about to begin.

"Welcome, junior students, to the marching band club's entrance interview. The interview won't be held in this
dormitory , but in the auditorium. After I lead you to the auditorium entrance, you'll need to kneel like this and wait. There will be
five groups inside, with three students interviewed at a time. Each interview will last about fifteen minutes, so those
at the back of the line may have to wait about two hours. If your legs get sore from kneeling and there aren't any other
teaching assistants or instructors nearby, you're allowed to wait in a seated position. However, you must sit properly, and
if any instructors or teaching assistants come by, you must immediately switch back to kneeling, understand?"

"Understood..."

"Alright, let's go!"

The senior opened the door, and a gust of cold night wind blew in, sweeping over the naked bodies of each of us girls, making
me shiver. The students at the front of the line had already begun to step out of the dormitory, following the senior's guidance,
towards the auditorium...

On this stretch of road, without the accompaniment of teaching assistants, only the senior leading us, the atmosphere in the group should have been
much more relaxed than usual, but at this moment we were filled with tension, and even the students around us rarely
spoke to each other.

Everyone felt a heavy weight in their hearts. They knew that in the upcoming interviews, only half of us
classmates who would be accepted into the marching band. The fate of the others who weren't accepted
had been explained to them by their respective senior classmates…

Even Xuanxuan and I, though walking side-by-side, felt distant.
Of course, I hoped we would both be accepted, but if only one could be accepted, I
couldn't help selfishly hope it would be me… Moreover, if one of us was accepted into the marching band, the other would have to be
our chamber pot… No matter who it was, I didn't know how we would face each other in the dorm afterwards.

While we were still contemplating how terrifying the consequences would be, the line had already reached the auditorium entrance. Following the
senior's instructions, we all knelt at the auditorium entrance waiting to be called…

"Xuanxuan…" Soon after, Xuanxuan's name was called, and she was to enter the auditorium for her interview. The call to name
seemed random, not according to the order in which we submitted our application documents, nor according to our queueing
order . Xuanxuan seemed surprised to be called so early; I
could .

However, she had to grit her teeth and go in first. She took a deep breath, gripped my hand
tightly for a final word of encouragement, and then stood up to follow the other two girls inside for their
interviews …

Although the interviews were quite long, the groups seemed to be staggered, so about three girls were called in
every . At this rate, the interviews should have been over in about two hours.
However, we had been kneeling the whole time, kneeling for several hours since the afternoon, and our
legs were almost numb. Soon, everyone gave up kneeling and started sitting.

However, standing so close together and completely naked, what was previously "vague and indistinct"
now appeared "obvious and blatant," almost like a shameless slut sitting like that. So,
a few girls still maintained their composure in a kneeling position, hoping to get their turn for
the interview before their legs gave way…

"…Feifei…" While waiting for roll call, I heard this annoying name, and then
a familiar figure stood up from the crowd. That pesky Feifei entered the auditorium for her interview with two other girls.

(Why is this pesky girl interviewing for the marching band? Does she even deserve to be in the marching band…?) Because of
our mutual animosity, I couldn't help but despise her, even imagining the
ridiculous scene of her making a fool of herself during the interview and being kicked out of the auditorium by the senior students who were acting as interviewers.

However, on the other hand, I also felt a little frustrated. Seeing her get to go into the auditorium
for her , instead of us girls still waiting anxiously, shivering in the cold wind, enduring
the anxiety and mental anguish of this long wait…

“Xiaowen, Lili, Qianqian,”

finally my name was called. I struggled to my feet and, with the other two girls, entered the auditorium.

The spacious auditorium had five interview areas, spaced far apart to ensure no interference.
Four of these areas still had students who had entered earlier conducting their interviews. The senior student standing at the door guided us to the only
currently empty seat in the only area.

Each group of interviewers, like the girls we were interviewing, had three people. As I walked towards our interview
tables , I glanced at the group next to me. Senior Mengmeng was with two other seniors, intently watching
the girl sitting opposite them, probably not even noticing me walk past her…

“Sit down!” After we reached our seats, the senior who was our interviewer told us to sit down.
The chairs were the same as the ones in front of our desks in the dorm, designed to torment our groins. But after a week of training,
sitting in such chairs for a short time was nothing to us…

In comparison, the seniors’ chairs were obviously much more luxurious than ours. Although it wasn’t obvious from the outside of the chairs,
we could vaguely hear the faint sound of a motor running from the cushions they were sitting on. Coupled with their unnatural
moans and sweating, we seemed to understand something…

“Xiaowen?” The senior sitting in the middle asked, holding up Xiaowen’s rubbing. Xiaowen raised her hand tremblingly to acknowledge her, and
the senior placed Xiaowen’s rubbing, with the text facing her, on the table in front of Xiaowen.

"Lily?" It was my turn. I raised my hand as well, and my scrotum was placed in front of me.

I knew that those scrotums had become our "name tags," so the senior students could easily remember
who was who...

"Qianqian?" Even though there was only one left, the senior students were still careful to confirm Qianqian's identity, or perhaps,
to make her feel the same shame...

"Alright, as you all know, this is the band's interview time. Don't be too nervous,
otherwise it will affect your performance later, which would be a loss." After the senior student gave an opening speech, she said, "First,
you can all give a 'self-introduction'! Each person only needs about a minute. Who wants to go first?"

Although we had been asked to introduce ourselves several times before, I still felt ashamed to hear that I had to do it again
...

This time there were no teaching assistants or instructors around, only these senior students and two classmates next to me.
It should n't be as difficult as before... But... I still had a glimmer of hope. Since we were all "
one of our own," couldn't we at least speak "normally" and not force me to reveal those embarrassing body measurements...?

Just as I was still hesitating and not knowing what to say, the girl named "Qianqian" raised her hand
first began her self-introduction...

"...My name is 'Qianqian,' and my measurements are 168cm - 42kg - 32C - 22-3..."
4. "Um..." Qianqian paused, took a deep breath, and then, as if gathering her courage, continued...
Continuing her self-introduction: "My... my most distinctive feature is the size of my clitoral glans... it's 0.8 centimeters high...
only the top ten in the class, including me, have this size..." Qianqian avoided meeting Xiaowen's and my wide-eyed, increasingly incredulous gazes
, and continued, "My...

anal contraction frequency... is also... about 27 times per minute... which is also... among the top in the class...
and ..."

Within a minute, Qianqian's self-introduction was brief, but it shocked me, as did Xiaowen next to me
. She had indeed grasped the key points of a self-introduction, highlighting her
strengths in a short time. It wasn't just introducing herself to the female interviewers, but also "selling" herself to
the female members of the marching band...

After Qianqian finished speaking, the female students sitting opposite her nodded in satisfaction, and some even stared at Qianqian with undisguised
curiosity for a while. Then, she said to me, "It's your turn to introduce yourself."

"Okay...okay...my name is 'zz,' I'm zz who can orgasm to the point of falling asleep, my measurements are..." After
listening Qianqian's self-introduction, I already regretted not introducing myself first. As a result
, I was overshadowed by Qianqian.

Compared to Qianqian's self-promotion, my self-introduction felt like reciting a script. Although I
could recite my body measurements without looking at the data sheet, that was my limit. I didn't even think about highlighting my "
strengths "

What's even more embarrassing is that the "clitoral size" that Qianqian mentioned was also part of my self-introduction. However, my clitoral
height is only 0.6 centimeters, which not only made me look inferior but also left me unable to say where I ranked...No wonder the senior students
didn't say anything after my self-introduction and continued listening to Xiaowen's self-introduction...Xiaowen

's self-introduction was just as bland as mine, but the senior students seemed to think
that were the normal ones.

"You said your name is 'zz'?" After we all introduced ourselves, the senior sitting across from me suddenly asked.

"Yes..." Although I didn't know what it was about, her somewhat stern tone made me bow my head obsequiously, as if I
had done something wrong .

"If that's the case, why do you write 'Lily' on this?" The senior pointed to the rubbing on my desk
, where I had indeed written "Lily."

"Since you registered as 'zz' when you applied, official documents like this should use
'zz' as your name. I won't pursue this now, but don't make the same mistake again, or you might not even have the chance to apply
."

"Yes... I understand..." I said apologetically.

"So, what are your thoughts on the marching band?"... "Why do you want to join the marching band?"

... "Which part of our performance at the club fair impressed you the most?"...

Although it was an interview, the senior students asked us about our
impressions of the marching band and its members as if they were having a casual chat. Faced with this barrage of questions, although they were asked of the three of us in order, each girl's answer
was more or less the same, and there were no particularly strange answers.

"So, after you join the marching band..." one of the senior students suddenly said in a very serious tone,
and we listened cautiously, "Because of certain reasons, we need to increase your breast size
to 'D cup' or higher in the shortest possible time, so you will need to take oral medication every day to enhance your breasts. Can you accept this
?"

This question stunned the three of us girls. Normally, having large breasts and
attracting attention wouldn't be so bad, but that's in public...

In this school, we're almost always naked, and without the support and cover of underwear, large breasts
become a burden. Furthermore, like Senior Mengmeng, with her ample breasts, even a simple walk
would cause them to sway freely with her steps, making others feel indescribably lewd and ashamed.

Moreover, whatever "certain reasons" Senior Mengmeng mentioned, whatever they may be, it's definitely not a
good thing ...

"Um...we...we're willing..." After hesitating for a moment, Qianqian spoke first again.

"I...I can accept that too..." Xiaowen, not wanting to fall behind Qianqian, quickly followed suit.

"I...I also...can..." Although the thought of the shameful consequences was still a bit hard to accept, since
I'd already decided to come here for the interview, how could I back down now? ...Besides, our
bodies no longer belong to us. Even if I don't join the marching band, do you think my breasts can escape being
ravaged ?

"Hmm..." Our momentary hesitation was seen through by the senior students. The
one smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, you're just getting ahead of the other students in breast development
. In time, once theirs have grown too, there won't be any difference between you..."

(Sure enough... in the end, we can't escape the fate of breast augmentation...) Hearing what the senior said, I didn't
know whether I should be glad that I agreed first, but just thinking about what we would look like in the future made me feel a
sense of desolation...

"Also, there's the height of your shoes. The standard heel height of the shoes you're wearing now is
over eight centimeters, but the standard heel height of the boots we wear for our off-campus performances is twelve and sixteen centimeters. So,
we hope you'll wear even higher shoes than the other students in your daily lives, so you can get used to the super high heels for performances as soon as possible.
Can you accept that?"

"Hmm...okay..." Compared to making my breasts bigger, this question is a bit "easier"...but
we're already suffering from toe pain in these 8cm heels, making it hard to even walk. Wearing 12cm heels...

and having to perform...can we really handle this?

"Okay, now all of you stand up, attention!"

The upcoming interview won't just be about answering questions verbally. Following the senior's instructions, we
stood up from the chairs that were tormenting our lower bodies, got off the seats, and stood at attention. I knew
the senior was checking our posture to see if it met the standards required for the marching band, so my posture
couldn't be sloppy. Head up, chest out, stomach in, chin tucked in—I didn't dare relax any of my tense muscles.

Sure enough, after my best efforts, the senior checking my posture nodded slightly in satisfaction.

"Now, turn to the right, keeping your side to us."..."Turn to the right again." Two right turns...
We were now completely turned away from the senior girls, so we couldn't see their expressions. I tried hard not to think about
the embarrassing feeling of having my butt exposed, and slightly sticking it out to add a touch of sexiness and allure to my otherwise proper posture
.

After the senior girls finished inspecting us from the front, side, and back, we thought this part was over,
but then one of them said, "Now, the three of you, back to back, form a triangle, touching each other."

This instruction made us pause for a moment, but we quickly recovered and started moving.

After the three of us girls were back to back against the other two, we realized how difficult and embarrassing this position was...

When two people are back to back, they can almost touch each other from heel to back of the head, but
it's not so easy when three people are back to back. To be precise, directly behind me was the corner between the other two girls, so
my back was actually not leaning against anything. If I tried to lean back, the posture would definitely look ugly.

So, I stood up straight, and I could feel from my shoulders that the other two girls were also
standing upright with their chests out like me. The only thing we felt pressed against each other from behind was our buttocks…

When the senior said "That's enough," the three of us almost simultaneously stepped forward, hastily trying to escape
the awkwardness and shame of our buttocks being pressed together.

However, the interview wasn't over yet. The seniors gave each of us a wooden stick as thick as an arm. We
could tell at a glance that this stick was to simulate the ceremonial rifle of a member of the honor guard. But, having absolutely no experience or skills in honor guard duties
, I felt a little flustered when I received the stick.

"You hold the 'gun' between your buttocks, without touching it with your hands, and walk around the table in that position."

"Huh?" Faced with this question from the senior, the three of us exclaimed in unison in surprise. We initially thought
the senior student was going to test our basic gun-handling skills, or maybe have us pose with the toy gun to see
if we looked like a proper honor guard…

However, none of the possible questions we imagined
were … Holding a gun between our buttocks? Just imagining that scene made us blush and feel completely lost.

I held the stick in my hand, but hadn't moved yet, only daring to steal glances at the other two girls. They
were waiting for someone else to make the first move. Even Qianqian, who had always been one step ahead of us in overcoming her fear,
had stopped moving this time, staring blankly at the stick.

“Your interview time is about to end. If you can't finish, return the gun!” The senior student's voice
came, striking my heart even harder. Her voice seemed to have anticipated our lack of courage to complete the
task, and she didn't force us, but we knew very well that if we gave up, all our previous efforts
would be in vain, and the marching band would be hopeless...

Realizing this, and thinking of how terrible the health service club was, a courage I didn't know I possessed surged within me, allowing me
to reach behind my back with the wooden stick in my hand. At the same time, I felt the stick strike my buttocks. Although it didn't hurt,
the deep tension and shame made me shudder. I adjusted the position of the stick, aligning it
perfectly with the cleft between my buttocks, and pushed hard, forcing the stick to open the cleft and sink in...

I wasn't alone. When the senior finished speaking, the other two girls also knew they couldn't hesitate any longer. Although
we were too ashamed to bear watching each other, by the time I clamped the stick between my legs, the other two girls had
already completed their actions.

If I were doing this myself, I wouldn't feel so ashamed, since it's behind me and I wouldn't
have to see how ugly it is. But Xiaowen and Qianqian were in the same situation as me, with a straight, thick
wooden stick stuck to their buttocks. One end of the stick was embedded in their crotch, and the other end was dangling precariously in the air… Seeing them like this,
I kept imagining myself looking like them, as embarrassed and ugly as they were, making me so ashamed that I didn't dare
to look up at them…

Soon, Qianqian took the first step cautiously. We were supposed to walk around the table like this, and the faster
we finished, the faster this humiliation would end. But having to hold this thick wooden stick between her buttocks was already a bit difficult, and
Qianqian had only taken a few steps when the wobbly stick, which was originally vertical, slowly tilted backward, until it
was pointing downwards, and finally, with a "thud," the entire stick detached from between Qianqian's buttocks and fell to the ground.

"Pick it up, clamp it again, and keep going," the senior student told Qianqian. Qianqian lowered her head, squatted down, picked up
the stick, and put it behind her again. This time, she inserted the stick even deeper than before. Qianqian preferred to push the stick all the way in,
directly against her anus and perineum, rather than let it fall out again.

However, before she could clamp it properly, there was another thud as the stick fell to the ground. This time, it
came ...

Clamping the stick between your buttocks while walking in high heels was really difficult for us. I
wasn't used to wearing high heels, and I was already wobbling and unsteady. Now, with
the added stick , every step and twist of my hips increased the chance of the stick slipping. If I took even a few
extra steps, the stick would detach from my body and fall straight to the ground...

Originally, I wanted to walk with my toes pointing outwards. Although it looked ugly, at least it would allow me to clamp my buttocks
tighter and reduce the chance of the stick falling out. But in the end, I gave up the idea. This was the band's interview, and
I needed to leave a good impression on the senior student. I also had to pay attention to my walking posture. If the senior student saw me
walking with an ugly pigeon-toed gait, it would probably be a bigger deduction than the sticks constantly falling...

However, I was also thinking about the purpose of this question. This kind of action is definitely not something that ordinary band girls
would do. Even lowly girls might not be willing to do it. However, this was
one of the questions in our band's interview... While walking around the table with the stick between my legs, I began to worry that this was just a "basic skill"

for the band ... The stick behind me fell about three times, and after picking it up three times, I finally completed the "feat" of walking around the table. The other two girls had similar experiences. After the senior student asked us to hand the sticks back and place them on the side of the table next to them, she said we could leave. As instructed by the senior students, we were to exit through a different door after our interviews. No wonder we hadn't seen any girls coming out after their interviews while we were waiting . We thought we could finally go back to our dorms, but when we opened the doors, we found the girls who had interviewed before us kneeling on the floor, waiting just as before. However, compared to the interviews...

The girls waiting in front of me seemed much more relaxed, chatting about their interviews…

“Lily, over here…” Xuanxuan beckoned to me, gesturing for me to the empty seat she had reserved for me. I knelt
down , and Xuanxuan eagerly asked, “How did it go…? Did it go smoothly?”

“Um…” I couldn’t answer Xuanxuan’s question. In terms of performance, I felt I was
far inferior to that girl named “Qianqian,” but I was still decent enough, not too bad.

“Xuanxuan, how about you?” I asked Xuanxuan, only to notice that her eyes were still a little red.

“Not very well… I was so scared I cried…” Xuanxuan said, “I couldn’t help it… that stick was still wet
…

covered in the girls’ semen… the thought of rubbing my genitals with it made me so nauseous I couldn’t do it…”

“Rubbing your genitals with it?” I asked, puzzled.

“Yeah… wasn’t Lily asked that question?” Xuanxuan looked at me in surprise, a hint of
jealousy .

"Hmm... I was asked a different question..." It seems that different groups might have
different tasks to complete with sticks. Thinking about this, I realized that during our interview, we never heard
any sticks falling from other groups either...

"So... what question did you get?" Xuanxuan asked curiously. Perhaps besides being curious, she also wanted to
compare my interview experience with hers. I couldn't refuse her, so I had to tell her everything.

"Hmm... I was asked about taking breast enhancement pills during the interview, but I didn't think too much about it and just
agreed ... Look at those senior girls, are any of them small-breasted... Well... I've already accepted it..."

"Heel height... I hesitated instead. I'm shorter, and my shoes are several sizes smaller than yours.
To wear such high heels, twelve or sixteen centimeters... my legs would almost have to straighten out..."

As we chatted, we talked about the interview process, Mengmeng's interview group, and later,
the other girls in the dorm. When Xuanxuan finished using the bathroom earlier, she cleaned her nipples for the first time, and
thinking about it, she blushed and said that she didn't know how to face her nipples when she got back to the dorm...

"Hmm..." I didn't respond to Xuanxuan's embarrassment. My mind was on other things, things that made my heart race and made me
feel ashamed and embarrassed...

…

After all the interviews were over, we were led back to the dormitory by the team leader. Back in my room, the other three
girls were already in bed, but not all of them were asleep. Qingqing, lying next to me, was still awake, waiting
for me.

I knew Qingqing wanted to know what had happened during the interviews, but the team leader had warned us
not to reveal the interview content to classmates who hadn't participated. So all I could say to Qingqing
was something like, "You did okay," nothing more…

"Qingqing… thank you for your blessing when you were in the bathroom…" I suddenly whispered. Qingqing
smiled slightly at me. Although she couldn't speak because of the pacifier in her mouth, her smile seemed to contain
a thousand words .

"Tomorrow…" I didn't know how to express my feelings; it was too embarrassing… "Tomorrow… you do your best
too ! I will… be… blessing you…"

Qingqing's eyes first flashed with doubt, but after confirming my feelings, they became filled with surprise
and a little reluctance. She reached out and gently stroked the hair by my ear. I blushed because of what I had just said,
and I didn't know what to say to ease the awkwardness. Now, with Qingqing playing with my hair like this, it felt both comfortable and embarrassing
... So

I simply put on my penis-shaped pacifier and, like Qingqing, silently gazed at each other
until we drifted off to sleep

...

On Tuesday, because there was a lot of homework in the morning class, we had to go downstairs to use the restroom
halfway . Tonight, it was Qingqing's turn to attend the dance club audition, and it was also my turn to
fulfill the promise I made to myself and Qingqing yesterday—to lick Qingqing's genitals clean, "and wish her good luck"...

Since we both fell asleep last night, we hadn't mentioned it again. I didn't know if Qingqing still
remembered it, but I didn't know how to ask her about it...

When Qingqing came out of the bathroom, her shy eyes wouldn't look at me, and I realized she
remembered, and just like me, didn't know what to do...

"Qingqing, let me help you!" It wasn't me who spoke first, but Xiao Nipple... I had already licked Qingqing's genitals clean
once , so this time I was obviously mentally prepared and not as
ashamed and embarrassed as the day before...

"...Hmm..." Qingqing paused for a moment before slowly walking towards Xiao Nipple, her eyes always on
the floor and her feet, never looking in my direction. I was too ashamed to speak, and she was too embarrassed to ask me anything.
It was rare to see Qingqing so hesitant...

"...Wait..." Just as Qingqing was almost in front of Xiaorutou, and Xiaorutou was about to squat down and get close to Qingqing
's lower body, I finally mustered up a little courage to speak, but then I couldn't continue.

Qingqing and Xiaorutou looked at me in surprise, especially Qingqing, who seemed completely unprepared for my reaction.

I knew that my other friends, including Senior Mengmeng, were also watching me. My lips moved, but
no sound came out...

"Xiaortou...I'm sorry..." In the end, it was Qingqing who spoke first, "Lily...she wants to help me
...

bless...can she...come...?"

What I said to Qingqing last night had actually been swirling in her mind all day, but she was afraid that
I would get nervous or change my mind later, so she didn't mention it to me, afraid of putting pressure on me. Just now, she looked at me
and knew that I had this intention, but I just couldn't say it, so she spoke for me and politely declined Xiaorutou's kindness...

"Um...it's okay..." Xiaorutou said hurriedly. Strangely, this should have been
a shameful and sordid thing that everyone would avoid like the plague, but we made it seem like we were eager to do it… “Otherwise, if
Lily doesn’t clean it properly later, I’ll take over, and then it’ll be senior’s turn…” Little Nipple joked, and Qingqing quickly
retorted coquettishly, “No way!” The awkward atmosphere instantly dissolved.

However, when Qingqing walked towards me, my heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it was about to jump out of my chest.

This was my own choice, just like how Qingqing initially volunteered to lick my genitals to clean the remaining urine… If Qingqing could
do this to me, I could too…

Before Qingqing even reached me, I quickly squatted down, not because I was in a hurry, but because I didn't know
how to face her. After Qingqing stood up, my face was almost pressed against her crotch and mons pubis. I
tried not to think that this was my best friend's private area, and just wanted to concentrate on completing the task at hand...

Qingqing slowly opened her legs, letting her vulva open naturally, which would make cleaning much easier for me.
However, seeing Qingqing's wet genitals and thinking about urine, I couldn't help but feel nauseous...

(How could I... She's Qingqing... How could I hate her... Besides... She always helped me clean before
... She never showed any disgust towards me... This time it was my own choice... How could I back down...) I blamed
myself , closed my eyes, and slowly brought my tongue to her...

When my tongue touched something soft, Qingqing trembled.
I could clearly feel it even through the touch of my tongue against her body. At the same time, my tongue also tasted a strange, faint salty flavor...

I tried not to think about the source of that taste and began to imitate the work that Senior Mengmeng had done for us when
cleaning our genitals, my tongue wandering over Qingqing's private parts. Qingqing's body was still trembling violently. I
knew she wasn't feeling well. It was like the first time she licked me; the feeling
was completely different from when Mengmeng licked me. Not only was it much more unfamiliar and stickier, but more importantly, it was much more stimulating…

"Okay, Lily, that's enough…" Qingqing said. I stopped my tongue movements and opened my eyes, feeling even more
ashamed. Qingqing's already slightly wet genitals were even wetter from my licking, with several strands of saliva
running across her labia…

"I…get ready…I have an interview soon…" Qingqing said absentmindedly, seemingly
unaware what she was saying.

"Hmm…good luck…" Although I was so ashamed I wanted to bury my face in the ground, I still had to sincerely cheer Qingqing
on and wish her a successful interview.

Afterwards, we hugged each other tightly until the bathroom break was over. Only then did we leave
Qingqing, who had to go to the lobby to be taken to the interview, and the four of us junior girls and one senior girl slowly walked back to our dorm
rooms …

That night, we went to bed before Qingqing even returned. Senior Mengmeng said that
the dance club interview seemed to take longer than the marching band interview, so Qingqing's return would probably
be much later than ours the night before. I originally wanted to wait for Qingqing in bed, just like she waited for me the night before, but after
lying down for a while, I couldn't resist sleepiness and fell asleep before Qingqing even appeared

…

After the marching band interview on Monday and the dance club interview on Tuesday,
nothing else could bother us in the evenings. Even Senior Mengmeng didn't need to practice with her club anymore. Occasionally, we would
still talk about choosing clubs, but we were all determined
not to think about which club to join until the club results were announced. What's more, the pressure of our coursework is getting heavier and heavier... Since Wednesday
, after we started practicing the "goodnight kiss" gesture, we've almost completely forgotten about club activities...

Until Friday, the afternoon classes ended unexpectedly easily, and after school, Senior Mengmeng picked
us up. The six of us girls chatted and laughed as we returned to the dormitory. Until we entered the dormitory, we didn't realize that
the results of the club applications had already been quietly announced in the dormitory lobby...

Chapter Twenty-Four: Club Results

The final results of the club applications were announced... Even the way it was announced was extremely humiliating to us...

On Friday, the six of us girls, one adult and five children, walked into the dormitory hand in hand, only to find
several students who had entered earlier lined up in a corner next to the dormitory lobby. The girls in the back rows were kneeling and waiting,
while the students in the front row were on all fours, lying face down against the wall, heads down, buttocks sticking up high, their hands seemingly flipping through
a stack of papers nailed to the ground...

"Oh dear! Your club applications have been announced." Senior Mengmeng said, and our relaxed and happy hearts
immediately became tense again.

"So...are they...?" Little Nipple pointed
anxiously at the students lining up and flipping through things in strange positions, asking her senior, though she already knew the answer in her heart.

"Yeah...they're checking which clubs they've joined," the senior said. "The school will use the genital rubbings you submitted
as a 'list.' When you find your file in a club section, that
means you've joined that club."

"I knew it..." Little Nipple muttered under her breath, full of grievance and helplessness. The school wouldn't even bother to copy a decent
list , just letting all the students' genital rubbings be posted here, so not only the school instructors
and teaching assistants, but even the students could freely flip through them. Moreover, we were forced to look at other
students ' genitals just to find the club we were accepted into...

The thought that our genital rubbings were among those girls flipping through filled the rest of
us shame, completely extinguishing our good mood that could have been relaxed for a day or two after school.

Moreover, the girl felt ashamed to have her classmates look at the rubbings like that, and the girl who looked at them also felt uncomfortable...

The school deliberately nailed the lists to the floor, and each row of them contained only a few thin
sheets of paper , almost at the same height as the floor. Therefore, the girls not only had to kneel to look at them, but also had to bend their upper bodies
to see them clearly. In the cramped space, every girl flipping through the pages had her head down, her buttocks sticking out,
looking at other people's groin prints, while her own crotch was directly exposed to the eye level of the girls queuing behind her
...

"How about it?" Senior Mengmeng suddenly spoke, bringing us back to our senses. "Do you want
to check your clubs now?"

"Um..." "No, I don't want to look!" Before the senior could finish speaking, two
voices . Qingqing agreed softly, and Xiaofen shouted in a panic. I rarely saw Xiaofen so agitated...

"Senior, can I not look... I know... the clubs I was accepted into... that's fine..." Xiaofen hurriedly
pleaded with the senior. For her, who was always shy, kneeling in the middle of the line and enduring the humiliation that was about to happen was like being
slowly tortured. What she would have to face afterward, whether it was peeping at other people's rubbings, or having her own
rubbings spied on by the people behind her... even knowing that the pile of papers where her own rubbing was located would be
seen by so many unfamiliar classmates in front of and behind her, was already far beyond what she could bear, making her feel so ashamed that she wanted to die...

"Senior, Xiaofen and I applied to the same clubs. Can I help Xiaofen look them up?" Xiaofen
, as if she had anticipated this, put her arm around the trembling Xiaofen and said to her senior.

"Senior, I'm not afraid of this. I'll just look them up for everyone and then tell everyone..." Qingqing forced
a little courage and said calmly... even though she had just looked panicked like us...

"That won't work, it's too time-consuming." Senior Mengmeng immediately rejected Qingqing's suggestion. "Besides,
what will the other students think if they see you like this?"

Indeed... if any student didn't just look at the clubs they applied to, but looked at the rubbings of every club and every
student , even if we knew it was out of necessity, we would still feel very uncomfortable...

"But..." Qingqing wanted to argue, but swallowed her words and lowered her head in frustration.

The senior turned to look at a group of senior students who had just entered the dormitory and led her junior students upstairs.

"Senior, if we don't check the lists ourselves, will we be able to find out the club's results tomorrow?" I
asked, looking at the students

going upstairs. "Of course not, and these lists will be taken away tomorrow. If you don't know your
club , you'll be severely punished..." the senior said, shattering the last glimmer of hope in my heart.

"Then what about them..." Xuanxuan looked at the backs of the students who went upstairs without checking their club information
.

"They probably plan to check after they finish using the restroom," Mengmeng explained. "Although we can't
leave our dorm rooms without permission, there are two times when we can leave
to check the results. One is now, and the other is after we finish using the restroom..."

Mengmeng pouted slightly and said, "You guys are much luckier. Last year
, when we got back to the dorm, the results weren't out yet. We could only check when we went to the restroom. Three hundred girls crowded this hall... Back then, everyone
's eyes weren't just on the students in line, but on everyone waiting in line... They were all there..."

Seeing Mengmeng's slightly complaining expression, and hearing that we were "lucky," actually had a comforting effect.
It seemed that this extremely shameful thing wasn't so terrible after all...

"How about this? We'll go upstairs first, and you guys finish today's homework . Then you
can come back and line up to check it after the toilet break tonight. If you're quick, you can get to the front of the line and avoid a lot of torture... Huh?

What's wrong with you guys?"

I was trying to suggest an alternative for us, who weren't mentally prepared yet, but
when the senior heard "today's homework," we were stunned, as if struck by lightning...

The homework we were given in class this morning was to observe and draw each other's breasts and genitals... We had finally managed
to stop thinking about it, but the senior's mention of it made us think of this even more terrifying nightmare...

"Senior, I'll go line up now..." I said timidly to the senior. The other girls
all agreed, leaving the senior student looking a little bewildered...

Compared to the shame of drawing her friend's genitals, being stared at for her genitals, or flipping through
each classmate's genital rubbings, seemed much more intimate...

The senior student didn't understand our sudden change and misunderstood, thinking we didn't want
to be stared at with our still-wet genitals after using the toilet. But whatever the real reason, we finally decided to go and line up
...

There

were seven clubs, so there should only be seven stacks of paper, but the school deliberately divided each club's list into two piles,
turning seven rows into fourteen rows, making it uncertain whether one person could check each club's list at once. Therefore, Xiao Nitou and Xiao Fen, and Xuanxuan and I, who had signed up for
the same club, were all separated and lined up at the back of different queues...

"Lily, could you please check mine too? If my name appears on your side..."

Xuanxuan said to me. I also asked Xuanxuan to check if my name was on hers...

And so I knelt behind a stranger. Although I'd seen that classmate a few times, we'd never
interacted or exchanged a single word. And now, I was about to be able to directly and closely examine her
groin area…

She didn't turn to look at me; she probably didn't even know who was behind her. But
she could feel someone kneeling behind her, and she trembled violently, unable to hide her tension,
fear, and shame…

Soon after, I also heard the approaching sound of high heels behind me, until they stopped
, followed by the soft thud of knees hitting the floor… I didn't have the courage
to turn around either, but I knew that my genitals were about to be thoroughly examined by the unknown girl behind me…

What followed was an agonizing wait…

Kneeling in line, watching the girls at the front leave one by one,
was even more torturous than being thrown onto the stage for a performance. I didn't dare look back at the girl behind me, nor did I dare
make any noise that might attract the attention of the girl in front...

In terms of the queue, the marching band and dance club had the longest lines, and the page-flipping process was
the slowest. This was because the number of applicants for these two clubs was the highest, but the variables were also the greatest. What was worse, if
my name didn't appear on the list, I would have to search through all the other clubs to see which
terrible club I was assigned to after the other students had chosen. I even had to be prepared that my name might appear on
the "Hygiene Services Club," which everyone avoided like the plague...

This kind of psychological pressure was unbearable for any of the girls present. Therefore, some
of quickly found their names and could leave with a slight sense of relief; however, most of
the students, unable to find their names, disregarded shame and embarrassment, anxiously flipping through the list again to confirm, ultimately
joining the next line with even more agonizing feelings, only to face a new round of humiliation and
torment…

Moreover, each club's list was deliberately split into two, so the girls who hadn't found their names
didn't know how to feel as they flipped through the other half of the list.

The only certainty was that joining the next line and facing similar humiliation
would not only be unbearable for them, but would also cause them even more anxiety and torment…

I was lucky, because Xuanxuan and I both applied to the marching band club, so we only had to each be responsible for one side.
That would save us from the fate of repeated waiting... if our names were indeed on these two piles of papers...

Compared to other tutoring clubs, our line moved very slowly, and we waited
agonizingly, but no matter how slow it was, it was eventually my turn...

Finally, it was the girl in front of me's turn to look at the list. Like the girls before her, she shamefully bent
over, her bare buttocks facing me directly behind her, burying her face in the pile of papers, like an ostrich
burying its head in its burrow, trying to hide her embarrassing act...

And I... what I saw before my eyes was the girl's real genitals... This was the first time I
had ever seen a girl's genitals so clearly and closely... Although in the dormitory, everyone was naked, and their private
parts had no privacy whatsoever. I said it, but I never wanted to put my face close to see what other girls' genitals looked like… It was already dark when we visited
the ranch , so it wasn't that clear, and I could close my eyes to avoid looking closely…
Cleaning after using the toilet… Although I helped Qingqing clean up once, when I put my face close, my eyes were tightly closed, and
I didn't dare to open them at all…

This time, I didn't dare to close my eyes… I
couldn't even turn my head away to avoid looking at the detailed and real genitals of someone else in front of me…

The teaching assistants were patrolling nearby… They clearly wanted to subject us to this kind of humiliation, giving us no
chance to escape… Not long ago, a girl was
caught was then brutally forced to bury her face
between the poor, innocent classmate's buttocks with the back of her head…

…From then on, even if it was shameful and embarrassing to watch, no girl dared to “cheat” by not looking at that trembling
genitals …

unwilling to look, yet unable to avoid looking…I tried to clear my mind, not letting the image in front of me enter my brain,
but I couldn’t help being drawn to the woman’s genitals. Looking at her genitals felt like looking at my own
…

The pubic hair that I had to clean every Monday had grown back into short,
fine black hairs, just a few centimeters long, after five days of slow growth this week. For the girl’s genitals, these sparse, short hairs completely lost their concealing function, only making
the woman’s genitals more clearly visible. The girl’s still childlike, white and tender labia majora and minora were slightly parted, and this time, without
the membrane at the vaginal opening, it was easier to see the pink flesh walls inside the vagina, which seemed to be indirectly writhing and twitching. Because of
the insufficient light, we couldn’t see the cervix at the deepest part of the vagina, but even so, the
feeling of being directly pierced through the genitals by the eyes was not much better than being stabbed with a sharp blade.

Although I'm currently just a spectator, I can't help but think that I'll soon be
like the girl in front of me, having my private parts stared at by an unknown classmate behind me...

The distance between me and the girl is very close, so close that my nose is almost touching her buttocks. With

each inhale, I can vaguely smell a faint
odor Her anal sphincter is contracting at a shameful frequency, showing that the girl in front of me is enduring
extreme humiliation and torment. And with each exhale, her already trembling genitals
shudder even more violently; her anus contracts even faster... I know that my breath can clearly
reach her, constantly reminding her of the fact that she is being spied on...

What's even more shameful and embarrassing is that the genitals in front of me are gradually becoming
moist and . The immense shame of being spied on caused the girl's genitals to slowly secrete vaginal fluid...

I don't know if she noticed, but the thought that my own genitals might be brewing something similar
made my already trembling body break out in goosebumps...

Not long after... less than a minute... the girl finished flipping through the papers, straightened up from her knees, and slowly stood up
, turning around...

This was the first time our eyes met, and then she immediately fled the scene in shame and panic... Perhaps,
in future school life, she wouldn't know how to "
normally ...

However, compared to that distant future, I feared the present more... There were no other girls in front of me,
only the stack of papers in front of me... Just now, I felt the waiting was so long and agonizing, but now that it was
my turn to be humiliated, it felt like it had happened so quickly... I slowly moved forward a step, kneeling on the mark I drew on the floor, the position we were required to kneel

when flipping through the list .
After I knelt in this position, there was still some distance between me and the pile of papers, so I had to bend
over to flip through the stack of drawings covered with rubbings of our genitals. The knee placement marks were also
wide apart, making it impossible for me to even close my knees to reduce the exposure of my genitals…

Each of us girls was restricted in our posture by this distance, forced to flip through other people's genital rubbings in the way the school wanted
, while exposing our own genitals to unknown classmates behind us…

(So shameful… so shameful…) Just assuming this shameful position with my buttocks sticking out towards the classmates behind me,
my brain felt like it was being swallowed by shame, almost losing the ability to think. During the visit to the ranch, although
my genitals were also exposed, that time it was Xuanxuan, whom I was already very familiar with… at least she wouldn't despise or laugh
at me… This time, I didn't even know who was behind me… If this is how it is when we first meet,
what will she think of me in the future? Besides, unlike last time, I didn't have to stick my butt out high, as if I
wanted to be watched...

My legs were restricted from being closed, so my buttocks couldn't be clenched to cover the secret between my legs, and the cool breeze blowing
on my vulva, which was slowly seeping with lustful fluid because of shame, made me feel a chill that went straight to my spine. Because of
the cold and excessive shame, I could clearly feel my anus
contracting and relaxing uncontrollably, just like the girls in front of me...

(No... I have to get to the top soon... so this shame can end sooner...) The sorrow in my heart barely awakened my
almost incapable brain, and my hands began to flip through the pile of papers in front of me, but at the same time,
I felt , sweeping over my lower body that had just been chilled by the cool breeze...

(Sure enough... even if I can't see it... I can feel it very clearly...) Feeling the breath from the classmate behind me
, confirming that the girl behind me was also "in position," made me shiver slightly, and at the same time...
I felt my anus, like the girl before me,
involuntarily contracting due to the immense shame and sudden stimulation of her breath…

I knew how humiliating my appearance was, but I couldn't sit up straight immediately. Perhaps it was
the effect of my head being lower than my body, but the blood rushed to my head, causing warm tears to well up in my eyes. As my
vision blurred, checking the list became increasingly difficult…

When each girl heard that they had to sign their name in the crevice between their labia on their rubbings,
the shame caused their writing to be either crooked and illegible, or
so has to painstakingly concentrate
on the drawings in front of her to clearly see the words written in the crevice of her genitals.

Being able to focus on what was in front of me, without thinking about the shame behind me, was perhaps the only thing
that could comfort me. However, the illegible handwriting of each girl slowed my reading speed considerably. I
even had to rub my eyes after each page to wipe away the tears blurring my vision before I could clearly see
which classmate's name was written on each sheet…

Furthermore, when I was fully focused on the pile of papers in front of me, my genitals lost their subconscious
control and were unconsciously controlled by the girl behind me's breath. Every time she exhaled warm air onto
my genitals, my vaginal and anal sphincter would reflexively contract…

(Hurry up… why haven't I found it yet…) I couldn't care less about the shame. If I didn't find my own and
Xuanxuan 's names, this humiliation would never end…

(Qianqian… the classmate who interviewed with me… she was hired too…) Finally, I found the name of the girl who interviewed with me in the same
batch . I had a feeling that my name should
appear soon… but…

(Why…) As I finished flipping through the last page, a more intense sense of fear swept through my body than before.

I just flipped through over twenty lists, and neither my name nor Xuanxuan's name appeared
...

(What should I do... should I flip through them all again?) I still can't accept that all my waiting in line and
this humiliation and torture was for nothing, and I'm completely at a loss...

To make matters worse, the girl behind me seems to know I've finished flipping through the lists, and her nervousness
is causing her breathing to become rapid, which is causing even more stimulation to my groin.

(No... I have to get out of here quickly...) Although I can't see what my genitals look like,
I imagine they're already soaking wet, just like the girl in front of me. And the sensations coming from there
confirm this thought.

…

When I finished, only Little Nipples returned first among the other sisters; she and Xiao Fen had both
been accepted the "Rope Art Club." Qingqing had just looked through part of the dance club's list but didn't seem to have received good news, and
was now queuing to look at the other half. Xuanxuan, with her butt sticking out in shame, was
looking through the last hope that she and I would get into the marching band…

However, when Xuanxuan finished looking and turned to walk towards us, her expression wasn't one of joy,
but rather one of deep worry. My heart sank to the bottom…

If Xuanxuan and I had both been accepted into the marching band, then she should have
found both our names on that pile of papers…

"Lily, your name is on it… You got into the marching band…" Xuanxuan
congratulated , but she was clearly more concerned about something else…

"Mine… Did you… see… mine…?" Xuanxuan finally asked
the question I feared most in a very low voice…

"I..." I tried to say something, but after thinking for a long time, I couldn't think of anything to say. I could only
shake my head...

"Ugh... Really not... Could it be that you missed it...? My handwriting... is ugly... is blurry... I..."
Xuanxuan turned her head away, as if she didn't want me to see her fear and pain. "I'll go look it up myself... I believe
I can understand it..." After Xuanxuan finished speaking, she went to join the line right behind the one I had just joined
.

"Senior... Xuanxuan, she..." Xiaofen watched all this silently from the side, but tears streamed down her face before Xuanxuan's.
The senior 's face also looked a little sad and disappointed, but she seemed much calmer than us...

"Every year, at this time, there are always some happy and some sad..." the senior said to us in a low voice.
Indeed , the students sitting in the dormitory lobby now wore a variety of expressions. Among them were many
others, like Xuanxuan, who were nearly devastated after learning they hadn't been accepted into their chosen clubs…

"Is… is there really no way? If Xuanxuan gets assigned to the Health Services Club… is she really
stuck in that club?" Little Nipples asked her senior, trying to prepare herself for the worst.

"Hmm…"

…Xuanxuan was undoubtedly more upset than any of us girls, but I stood there dumbfounded
, watching Xuanxuan, unable to accept reality and waiting for confirmation, and I felt a pang of sadness, even
a slight nausea. Seeing Xuanxuan so upset and in pain, I not only didn't know how to comfort her, but I even
lost the courage to face her…

And right now, Qingqing was also flipping through the second stack of names for the dance club. If even she didn't get accepted into the dance club
…

I suddenly felt so guilty… Even though I knew it wasn't my fault, seeing other
sisters who, like me, risked applying to these high-risk performing arts clubs and failed, I felt a sense of guilt, as if I had
climbed up … When Xuanxuan told me I got accepted, I didn't feel a single bit of joy…

Soon after, Qingqing came back. To my relief, she was confirmed to be in the dance club.

"Actually… I saw my name in the first list just now," Qingqing
whispered , "but I wanted to know if Qiqi got accepted… She also auditioned for the dance club…"

Just like my audition for the marching band, Qingqing was forbidden from revealing anything about her dance club audition,
so I never pressed her about it, and Qingqing never mentioned it either. I only just found out that Qiqi had also
auditioned …

"So… how are things going with you and Xuanxuan…" Qingqing asked, and I briefly told her that Xuanxuan might…
"Senior ...

I can't find it..." Xuanxuan came back, her expression dazed and uncertain. "I didn't see
my name... I..."

The other four of us quickly went to comfort Xuanxuan, giving her a big hug. Xuanxuan barely managed to hold back
her tears, but she was clearly at a loss.

"What should I do... Which club will I be in... I don't want to be in... that club..."

Of course, we all knew Xuanxuan meant the Hygiene Service Club, which every girl disliked, but
given the current situation, her list was very likely to appear there...

"Little Nipple, Lily, let's help Xuanxuan look for other clubs!" Qingqing suggested, allowing Xuanxuan
to calm down with the help of her senior and Xiaofen. As for us, the three of us girls each chose a line, wanting
to find Xuanxuan's last club as quickly as possible. However, we all tacitly avoided the Hygiene
Service Club...

And this time, queuing wasn't as agonizing as the first time. The main reason was that she no longer had to
worry about not being accepted into the marching band, and she had already experienced such humiliation firsthand. Now, more important
than being humiliated herself was finding out where Xuanxuan's name had gone on the list...

"Found it!" Little Nipple said, and after searching a couple of rows, she finally
found ...

"Pleasure and Torture Club.

" "Ugh..." Xuanxuan stared blankly at the name of the club, seemingly unable to accept the news so quickly.
However, for her, escaping from that sanitation service club where she had to eat feces and drink urine was already a
great honor...

"So... from now on, I... am a... member of the Pleasure and Torture Club?" Xuanxuan asked in disbelief.

"Um..." we could only stammer in response. Upon learning that her best friend wouldn't have to join the health service club,
but instead would be placed in a club designed to turn people into masochists, she didn't know whether to congratulate or comfort her
…

“…Okay…I can't escape these classes anyway…” Xuanxuan seemed resigned, and her mood seemed to
gradually return to normal.

“Xuanxuan…I’m sorry…” I told Xuanxuan about my guilt…even though I hadn’t done anything wrong to
her…

“Sorry about what? You didn’t do anything wrong.” Xuanxuan immediately returned to her original self, even jokingly saying:
“Otherwise, after I’m finished being tortured by the club, I can come back and fondle your breasts as an apology
.”

(Ah…yes…I almost forgot…I’ll be wearing even higher heels than I am now…and taking medication to make my breasts grow
faster …)

…

That day, our conversation in the room always revolved around the results and content of the club. Xuanxuan
even laughed and said that she would first take extra lessons in the club and then teach us what she learned in the club, helping us with our “homework
tutoring.” Little Nipple and Xiao Fen both got accepted into the rope bondage club, and they even asked to borrow our bodies as
teaching aids for bondage practice…

“Why don’t we ask Miss Lily from the marching band club and Miss Qingqing from the dance club
to perform a compilation of marching and dancing routines for our relaxation after our club ends? If they don’t perform well, Xuanxuan can give them
a whipping as punishment.” Little Nipple teased us with a mischievous grin. Xuanxuan raised her hands in agreement, while Qingqing and I
could only protest repeatedly…

“By the way, Lily, that ‘Feifei’ also got accepted into the marching band club…” Xuanxuan changed the subject, getting to a more
serious topic. “I saw her name on that list. Aren’t you two sworn enemies?”

“Hmm…” To be honest, when I heard that the annoying girl got into the marching band club while Xuanxuan was rejected,
my goodwill towards the marching band club diminished considerably…

But, I shouldn’t be all alone in the marching band club, right…

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