The sun hung high in the sky over Viltrum Academy, casting a warm glow across the pristine campus as students filtered into their classrooms. Anissa strode through the halls, her loincloth brushing against her thighs, the familiar weight of her futa cock hidden beneath it. She felt the eyes of students upon her, their whispers swirling in the air—some filled with admiration, others laced with the anticipation of mischief. Today would be different; she could feel it.
As she entered her classroom, Anissa's heart raced at the thought of what lay ahead. The previous day had been a whirlwind of enthusiasm and questions, and now she was eager to dive deeper into the intricacies of infantry roles across the galaxy. She moved to the front of the room, her presence commanding attention as the students settled into their seats.
"Good morning, everyone," she greeted, her authoritative voice ringing clear. "Today, we're going to focus on tactics employed by infantry units, emphasizing the significance of teamwork and strategy."
The students perked up, their interest piqued. However, Anissa couldn't shake the feeling of dread that loomed at the back of her mind. She could sense three specific students—Selena, Katya, and Mia—whispering among themselves in the corner. Known for their sharp tongues and icy glares, these popular mean girls held a notorious reputation that sent shivers down the spines of their peers.
'Why doesn't she just cut her hair like usual?' Anissa overheard one of them say, shrugging off their remarks with a practiced indifference. It was typical banter, the kind that often surrounded her as a warrior, but the casual disdain still stung.
"Let's start with a discussion," Anissa continued, projecting confidence despite the flutter of anxiety in her stomach. "Can anyone explain the role of an infantry unit in modern warfare?"
Selena raised her hand, a smirk playing on her lips. "Only if you can tell us how someone like you, who spends all her time conquering planets, can teach us about strategy," she shot back, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
'They are different indeed. Had it been me talking back at Conquest in a class like this, I would be disciplined right there and then. But now the curriculum says we should be more accommodating to the halfbloods, given their quirky nature. Their use to the Empire is to graduate top-tier strategists to employ new ways of planetary conquest without the cost of Viltrumite lives by using other lesser races.' Anissa thought, sighing to herself. She wanted to make an example of the students now, but only under certain conditions the staff can engage in combat with the students.
The classroom erupted in murmurs, the tension palpable. Anissa felt her cock twitch beneath her loincloth, a reaction to both frustration and the intoxicating challenge that Selena presented. Behind the teacher's desk, she discreetly cupped her member in her hand, the desk hiding her actions from view.
"Not now, boner-kun, not now," she whispered internally, reminding herself to stay composed. She knew she had to rise above their taunts, but the thought of teaching Selena and her friends a lesson made her pulse quicken. Instead, she took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand.
"Let's redirect this conversation," Anissa said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "Infantry units rely on discipline, training, and unity. If you think you can challenge me, let's see how well you know your own strategy."
Mia leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "What makes you think we'd ever want to learn from you? Maybe you should stick to your conquests and leave the teaching to those who actually understand the material."
Anissa's jaw tightened, but she fought to keep her expression neutral. The other students watched with bated breath, eager to see how their new mentor would handle the situation. As she glanced around the room, she noticed a shy girl in the front row, her large breasts straining against her uniform as she peered at Anissa with wide, curious eyes. Despite her timid demeanour, there was an undeniable spark of intelligence behind her gaze.
"Your names are well-known here," Anissa addressed the trio, trying to regain control of the situation. "But I hope you understand that respect is earned, not demanded through intimidation; such inferior tactics are common amongst the unlearned. Now, let's get back to infantry roles."
As Anissa continued her lecture, she felt a presence beside her—a fellow teacher, a striking Viltrumite with an alluring physique. The teacher, who introduced herself as Lira, had a confident stride and a warm smile that made her all the more attractive. With D-cup breasts that outmatched Anissa's B-cups, Lira radiated a presence that made it hard for Anissa not to notice.
'Maybe that's why the girls are whispering about me,' Anissa thought, feeling a flicker of insecurity wash over her as she caught the trio eyeing Lira with interest.
"If you need any assistance, I'm here to help," Lira offered, her voice smooth and inviting.
Anissa hesitated, torn between the desire to prove herself and the allure of accepting help from someone so experienced. There was something about Lira that drew her in, yet Anissa resisted the temptation to lean on her. "I appreciate it," she replied, forcing a smile. "But I want to navigate this on my own."
Throughout the lesson, Lira watched Anissa intently, occasionally offering nods of encouragement. Anissa found herself glancing at her when she thought no one was looking, captivated by the way Lira carried herself. But she shook off the distractions, focusing on the mean girls' antics instead.
Selena, ever the instigator, leaned over to whisper something to Katya, who smirked and exchanged knowing glances with Mia. Anissa could see them snickering and whispering, and it ignited a fire within her.
"Perhaps a little competition is in order," Anissa proposed, her voice laced with challenge. "How about a debate? You three against the rest of the class. Let's see who can articulate the best strategies you've learned so far."
The class buzzed with excitement, and even the trio seemed momentarily caught off guard. "You think you can handle it?" Katya challenged, raising an eyebrow.
Anissa nodded, her confidence surging. "Absolutely. And if you can't keep up, I expect you to show a little humility."
'Not that humility matters in front of pure unadulterated power.' Anissa thought to herself.
Selena scoffed, but the prospect of a challenge seemed to ignite something in her. "Fine. We'll take you on, but don't say we didn't warn you when we crush your pathetic struggles."
Anissa's mind raced with a mix of indignation and respect for Selena's tenacity. 'She's somewhat right,' Anissa thought, a flash of irritation coursing through her. 'If I met her outside Viltrum sovereignty, I would swiftly decapitate her for such disrespect after suggesting a duel, since killing a Viltrumite without reason is punishable. But maybe she's right about me being about conquests. It's not like I'm all brawn—I can be witty too.'
As the class prepared for the debate, Anissa's heart raced. She could feel the anticipation in the air, the thrill of competition igniting her spirit. The students began to gather in groups, discussing tactics and strategies.
Amidst the chaos, Anissa noticed the shy girl from earlier, her large breasts straining against her uniform as she leaned over a desk to take notes. There was an intelligence about her, a focus that drew Anissa's attention. She seemed to be quietly formulating her thoughts, her expression determined yet nervous.
"Are you ready for the debate?" Anissa approached her, wanting to reassure the girl. "You seem to have a good grasp of the material."
The girl looked up, her cheeks flushing as she stammered, "I-I think so. I just… I really admire your strength. It's inspiring."
Aside from the girls that teased Anissa, most of the class and the academy were ecstatic to have someone like Anissa come over to mix in her experiences with planetary conquest into the curriculum that actually depended on someone with experience like her and patience to handle these quirky Viltrumites.
Conquest was always a solid pick, but having the patience to mould the halfbloods into strategists rather than fighters was not something in his line of work. General Kregg or Luka also didn't have that capacity for patience. One was always at the beck and call of the Grand Regent who wouldn't give him the time, and the other wasn't as patient either; the only other candidate that could do this was Anissa.
Anissa felt a strange warmth spread through her at the compliment, but she quickly masked it with a professional demeanour. "Thank you. Your insights will be valuable in this debate. Just remember to speak confidently."
As the groups prepared for their arguments, Anissa returned to her desk, her thoughts a whirlwind of excitement and uncertainty. She stole another glance at Lira, who was effortlessly commanding attention from her own students. The confidence radiating from her was magnetic, and Anissa felt a tug of admiration mixed with an undeniable attraction.
When the debate commenced, Anissa felt the weight of her position settle upon her. The mean girls launched into their arguments with arrogance, and while they were clever, their approach lacked the depth and understanding Anissa had hoped to see.
As the students debated, Anissa watched closely, ready to step in and guide them. She couldn't help but smile at the determination of her students, even as Selena and her crew attempted to undermine them with snarky comments.
But then came a pivotal moment when one of Anissa's students stumbled over a point, their confidence wavering under the pressure of Selena's taunts. The classroom fell silent, all eyes on the struggling student, and Anissa felt a rush of protectiveness.
"Let's take a moment," she interjected, her voice steady. "Debate isn't just about winning. It's about learning and growing. Remember, everyone starts somewhere. So in this case, take advantage of the fact that you can help each other."
'Believe me, you brats, doing this is many times better than training on a desolate moon with intense gravity than here and fighting against your peers after working together with them. Tch, why am I thinking about that now? Why am I questioning this now?' Anissa thought as she rubbed her forehead briefly. Even though she had a calm exterior she was very calculating in thought, most Viltrumites would never have the patience to last this long against such insolence from weaker ones.
The shy girl from earlier caught Anissa's gaze, her eyes shining with gratitude. Anissa knew she was making progress with her students, but the mean girls continued to challenge her authority at every turn.
With the debate concluding, Anissa praised the students for their efforts, even thanking the mean girls for their participation. Inside, she knew she had a long way to go, but for today, she had stood her ground.
As the students filed out, Selena, Katya, and Mia lingered for a moment, their expressions shifting from condescension to something resembling respect. "You did okay, I guess," Selena said, her tone softer than before. "Maybe we'll see you in action again sometime."
Anissa offered a faint smile, a glimmer of hope igniting within her. Perhaps there was a chance to reach these girls after all.
The reason why some of the students even dare to speak to Anissa like that is because they are aware that the law protects them and that they are needed by the Empire to foster new ways for Planet liberation without risking and reducing Viltrum lives. The real reason, though, will be shown later.
I do believe that if Viltrum had tried this concept, the coalition of planets would have a lot on their plates to deal with.
Next chapter tomorrow and the preproposed posting schedule will be respected.
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