The Execution Ground Called "Classroom" and the War in the Pocket

The morning sunlight streamed into the classroom through the clear glass windows, and the air was filled with the dry scent of chalk dust and books. It was an ordinary English class. Ms. Misato Sayama was reading the text aloud in fluent English, and the students below—including you, who were currently wearing the disguise of "Lin Ya"—were listening attentively.

On the surface, everything appears orderly, sacred, and solemn.

But only you and the "person" on the podium know what kind of crazy undercurrents are surging beneath this calm surface.

You sit upright in your seat, wearing that iconic JK uniform. Your white shirt is spotless, your red bow tie is neatly tied, and beneath your dark blue pleated skirt, your slender legs, clad in white over-the-knee socks, are pressed together, your knees slightly turned inward, displaying the perfect posture of a model student.

However, beneath this innocent facade, your body is undergoing hellish torment.

Inside that loose school uniform shirt, the metal nipple clamps with bells from last night were still clipped to your nipples. To avoid making a sound, A-Jie had deliberately wrapped the bells with tape, but this only added to the weight. With each breath, the cold metal would pull at your sensitive breasts with the rise and fall of your chest, bringing waves of tingling pleasure.

But what's even more dangerous is the lower body.

Beneath that pleated skirt, which offered no underwear, an oversized, silent vibrator was tucked into your private parts. Like a time bomb, it was buried deep within the tight passage of the young girl, connected by a thin signal wire that extended to a receiver in the pocket of your skirt.

As for the remote control that controls it... it's currently in the hands of the stern female teacher on the podium.

Next, let's ask a student to translate this paragraph.

Ms. Zuo Shan—A-Jie—adjusted her black-rimmed glasses. She was dressed exceptionally professionally today: a sharply tailored black blazer over a tight-fitting white silk shirt, and a dark gray pencil skirt that hugged her full hips. She wore her signature sheer black stockings, revealing a hint of flesh, and ten-centimeter black pointed-toe heels.

He appears abstinent and aloof.

But you know, beneath those layers of business attire, she had two heated nipple covers on her breasts, and deep inside the black stockings under her pencil skirt, there was also a double-headed vibrating bullet egg ready to go.

The remote control that controls her is in your pencil case.

You've swapped control. This is a silent war, a gamble called "patience."

"Lin Ya."

Suddenly, Mr. Sayama, the teacher on the podium, called your name.

A subtle, mischievous smile curled at the corner of her lips, and the hand that had been resting on the lectern quietly slipped under her lesson plan.

Please stand up.

You take a deep breath and try to stand up, supporting yourself with your hands on the table.

The instant your butt leaves the chair—

**"Buzzing————"**

A strong, electric-like vibration instantly pierced through your lower abdomen.

"Hmm!"

You let out a short, muffled groan, your legs went weak, and you almost collapsed back into your seat. That was third gear! That bastard Ah Jie, he actually went straight to mid gear right off the bat!

The vibrating egg pounded wildly inside her, like a frenzied bee pounding against her delicate inner walls. A young girl's body is naturally sensitive, and this "Lin Yapi" was utterly defenseless against the vibrations. You could feel the inside of her skin secreting a torrent of love fluid, flowing out with the vibrating egg and soaking the lace edges of her over-the-knee stockings.

"What's wrong, Lin Ya? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I can't help but ask," Ms. Sayama asked with concern, but her eyes, hidden behind her glasses, were full of mockery. As she spoke, she subtly moved her fingers.

The vibration pattern has changed. It has changed from continuous vibration to pulsed vibration.

"Buzz...Stop...Buzz...Stop..."

This intermittent stimulation is more terrifying than continuous vibration. Each pause makes you think it's over, only to be followed by an even more intense tremor that catches you completely off guard.

"No...it's nothing, teacher."

You gritted your teeth and **** yourself to stand up straight. Your legs, clad in white over-the-knee socks, were trembling violently, and your knees had to be pressed tightly together to relieve the agonizing itch through friction.

"Translate...this section is..."

You pick up the textbook, but your vision is blurred. Every word seems to dance, every letter transforms into A-Jie's mocking face.

"Hurry up, the other students are waiting."

Mr. Sayama urged, and at the same time—

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz—!!!"

Maximum setting!

"ah……!"

Your voice was tinged with a distinct sob, your body lurched forward, your hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly your nails almost dug into the wood. The vibration traveled through your pelvis and throughout your body, even the nipple clamps on your chest resonated, pulling at your nipples in a symphony of pain and pleasure.

That's too much... Since you're so heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless too!

Using your textbook as cover, you quickly reached into your pencil case with your other hand and touched the black remote control.

Without even looking, your thumb, relying on muscle memory, directly pressed the "Random Strong Shock" button above and simultaneously activated the "Electric Shock Mode".

On the podium, Mr. Sayama, who had been looking smug, suddenly froze.

So, the author means... uh... ah...

Her words were abruptly interrupted. The hand holding the chalk jerked violently, and the chalk splattered across the blackboard with a sharp, long line.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

Although you can't hear anything, you can imagine the electric current being released by the two stun pads attached to her breasts. Aggie's borrowed breasts must be twitching and throbbing violently under her suit jacket.

And the lower body...

You can see it clearly. Ms. Sayama's long, black-stockinged legs, which had been standing straight, suddenly seemed to have their bones removed, and her knees abruptly squeezed inward. The hem of her pencil skirt was stretched taut, revealing the taut outline of her thigh muscles.

"Teacher?" The students in the front row looked up in confusion.

"I...I'm fine."

Ms. Sayama's voice trembled violently; her mature and steady tone sounded broken at that moment. She had to turn around to face the blackboard, gripping the edge of the podium tightly with both hands, her back arching in an alluring curve.

You know, that double-headed bullet vibrator is churning inside her.

While that mature woman's body had greater endurance than a young girl's, its sensitivity was equally astonishing. Especially that layer of black stockings... Ah Jie once told you that wearing this skin would amplify the friction of the black stockings tenfold.

Now, she was desperately rubbing her inner thighs together, trying to suppress the pleasure. Her two long, black-stockinged legs were intertwined, making a soft rustling sound.

"Let's keep... hurting each other..."

You thought fiercely to yourself, and pressed the "upshift" button on the remote control again.

On the podium, Ms. Sayama's body jolted violently. Her pert buttocks contracted intensely beneath her pencil skirt, clearly indicating that her pleasure had reached its breaking point. She had to rise onto her tiptoes, the heels of her high heels lifting off the ground, supporting herself entirely on the balls of her feet, presenting herself in an extremely erotic posture on the verge of climax.

"Lin...Lin Ya, please sit down!"

She practically spat out those words through gritted teeth, clearly begging for mercy.

You're almost at your limit too. The liquid flowing down your thighs is almost reaching the back of your knees, and the edges of your white over-the-knee socks are soaked and feel cool.

You let go of her hand and pressed the stop button.

At the same time, the vibrations inside your body also stopped abruptly.

"call……"

"ha……"

In the classroom, both the teacher and the students below simultaneously let out a long sigh of relief. The exhaustion from surviving such a close call left them almost collapsing.

But just when you think it's over...

Ms. Sayama turned around. Her face was as red as a ripe apple, her glasses were fogged up, and her bangs were damp with sweat and stuck to her skin.

She looked at you, a hint of madness flashing in her eyes.

"Since Lin Ya can't translate it... let's do a pop quiz."

As she spoke, she reached into her pocket.

Your heart leaps into your throat.

"The test lasts...ten minutes. Whoever speaks first loses."

She took out the remote control and... locked it to the highest setting.

You glanced at the remote control in your hand and pressed the lock button without hesitation.

"Buzz—!!!"

"Buzz—!!!"

Two shocks erupted simultaneously.

This is a war without gunfire.

On the podium, Ms. Sayama wrote on the blackboard with trembling hands, having to stop every now and then to take a deep breath. Her beautiful legs in black stockings moved wildly behind the podium, her high heels making a messy tapping sound on the floor.

Beneath the podium, you lay face down on the desk, your hands tightly covering your mouth, your body trembling like a leaf. Your white over-the-knee socks were wrapped tightly around the chair leg under the desk, trying to relieve the overwhelming pleasure by squeezing them together.

The classroom was eerily quiet, save for the sound of chalk writing and the increasingly strong...smell of female hormones in the air.

And then there were those occasional, extremely suppressed, muffled groans, almost like sobs.

Those were two bodies, together composing an absurd and lewd symphony on the execution ground called "Classroom".