Chapter 24: Academy’s Forum
The Academy’s internal network was a fortress of encryption, but the “Prime Lounge” forum was the one place where the rigid hierarchy of the institution dissolved. Under the shield of anonymity, the lapped-up poise of the elite vanished. Here, there were no CEOs, no daughters of diplomats, and no merit scholars—only users with alphanumeric IDs, venting their frustrations and sharing their deepest, most unfiltered desires.
The forum was currently in a state of absolute chaos. The “First Union” event had just concluded, and the chat section was scrolling so fast it was nearly impossible to keep up.
[User_X72]:Is it just me, or was the atmosphere in the hall today absolutely suffocating? I could literally smell the desperation coming off the candidates. Pathetic.
[Satin_Sighs]:Right? Most of them looked like they were walking to their execution. I don’t get it. They’re ‘Prime’ candidates, but half of them look like they’ve never seen a woman before. If my guide looks at me with that much fear, I’m going to lose my mind.
[Jade_Empire]:It’s the same every year. The data says they’re virile, but data doesn’t tell you if they actually know how to move. My partner last term was a ‘top-tier’ specimen, and he spent twenty minutes trying to find my clitoris. Twenty minutes! I almost fell asleep.
[Velvet_Vixen]:Lmao, imagine. I’m just hoping this year’s batch isn’t a complete bust. I’m tired of these boys thinking that just because they have a big cock, they can just ram it in and call it a day. I want someone who actually knows how to make me scream. Is that too much to ask?
[Lace_Lover]:Seriously. Most of them are just selfish. They chase their own orgasm and leave us hanging. I’m still recovering from my last ‘official’ session. I felt more like a piece of meat than a partner. I just want to feel… satisfied. Truly satisfied.
The conversation drifted, a tide of collective female frustration. High-status elites and commoner students mingled in the digital space, their shared biological hunger bridging the gap between their social classes. They discussed the new candidates’ looks, debating who was the most handsome and speculating—with a laughtable amount of hunger—about the size of the new arrivals’ endowments.
[Satin_Sighs]:Did anyone see the one from the US? He’s definitely a player. He has that ‘I’m going to break your heart’ look. I bet he’s a beast in bed, but he probably treats his guide like a disposable accessory.
[User_X72]:I’m more interested in the Japanese ones. They usually have that stiff, formal energy. Boring. I need someone who can actually take control without looking like they’re reading a manual.
As the chat continued, the topic shifted toward the exits of the private chambers. The “First Union” had ended, and the pairs were beginning to emerge.
[Lace_Lover]:Are they coming out yet? I’m watching the hallway feed. Ugh, look at Guide 04. She looks like she just went ten rounds with a vacuum cleaner. Hair all over the place, dress wrinkled… she looks exhausted, but not in a good way. I bet her candidate was a total klutz.
[Jade_Empire]:Look at Guide 12. She’s practically dragging her candidate out. She looks completely unsatisfied. I can tell by the way she’s avoiding eye contact. Another ‘Prime’ who can’t perform. Tragic.
The forum users began to mock the disheveled appearance of the guides who looked drained or disappointed. It was a cruel, honest assessment. In the Academy, a guide’s post-sex appearance was the only honest metric of a candidate’s performance. If she looked exhausted and empty, the sex was a failure. If she looked glowing and satisfied, the candidate was a god.
Then, a single message appeared, stopping the scroll.
[Satin_Sighs]:Wait… hold on. Is that the Iron Lady?
[User_X72]:Who?
[Satin_Sighs]:Sora Tsukamoto. She just came out. And… holy shit. Look at her.
The chat froze for a second before exploding into a frenzy. A grainy, candid photo was uploaded to the thread. It had been taken from a distance, but the subject was unmistakable.
In the photo, Sora was being carried. Jun had her in a princess carry, his arms locked firmly around her. Sora’s head was tucked into the crook of his neck, her eyes half-closed in a state of absolute, blissful delirium. Her face, usually a mask of cold corporate efficiency, was flushed a deep, vivid crimson. She looked glowing, her skin luminous, her expression one of total, surrendered happiness. She was snuggling into his chest as if she never wanted to let go.
[Velvet_Vixen]:No way. Look at her face. She looks… completely undone. I’ve never seen Sora Tsukamoto look like that in my life. She looks like she’s seen god.
[Jade_Empire]:Wait, zoom in on the bottom of the photo. Look at her legs. Look at her panties.
The users scrambled to enlarge the image. Because of the angle and the way her legs were draped over Jun’s arm, a glimpse of her undergarments was visible. The white lace was damp, and a thick, pearlescent white liquid—unmistakable semen—was slowly leaking from her center, trailing down her thigh.
[Lace_Lover]:OH MY GOD. Look at that leak! How much did he put inside her? She’s literally overflowing!
[Satin_Sighs]:Look at the time stamp. They were the last ones to come out. They were in there for hours. Hours! What the hell were they doing in that room?
[User_X72]:I’m actually jealous. Look at her. She doesn’t just look satisfied; she looks conquered. I’ve never seen a guide come out looking that… completely spent. Who is that candidate? Is he some kind of beast?
[Jade_Empire]:I don’t know who he is, but damn. Look at the contrast. Every other guide came out looking like they just finished a chore. Sora looks like she just had the best experience of her entire life. I can’t even imagine how he handled her to leave a woman like that..
The discussion shifted from curiosity to a full-blown obsession. The girls began to dissect the image, analyzing the depth of the flush in Sora’s cheeks and the sheer volume of the leakage. For the students of the Academy, this was more than just gossip; it was a revelation. They had seen the “Iron Lady” broken and rebuilt in a matter of hours.
[Velvet_Vixen]:I bet he didn’t just hit the spot; he probably rearranged her insides. Look at the way she’s clinging to him. She’s not just happy; she’s addicted. I’ve never seen a Prime Candidate make a woman look that completely surrendered.
[Lace_Lover]:I’m officially interested in this guy. If he can do that to Sora Tsukamoto, imagine what he could do to the rest of us. I’m suddenly very glad I’m not in a different house.
[Satin_Sighs]:The recording is going to be a bloodbath. When that highlight reel drops, every girl in this Academy is going to be fighting over him. He’s not just a Prime; he’s a monster.
As the chat continued to spiral, the image of Sora—flushed, leaking, and utterly devoted—remained pinned to the top of the thread. The “Iron Lady” had been exposed, and in doing so, she had inadvertently turned Jun into the most desired man in the Academy. The game had changed. The competition was no longer just about status or genetics; it was now a race to see who could get a taste of the man who had reduced the most powerful girl in school to a shivering, satisfied mess.