**Lin's POV**
As the soft chime of the 4:30 a.m. bell drifts through the air, I gradually open my eyes. The room is cloaked in dim light. I turn my gaze towards my best friend's bed, noticing that she is still sound asleep, curled up under a blanket. "I wish for a fast recovery," I silently murmur to myself, filled with concern. Ever since she lost some of her memories, she has seemed distant, like a puzzle with missing pieces. Frustration bubbles up inside me as I mentally critique our living conditions. "Damn, I hate how they don't provide us with enough light. It's always the same excuse: 'It's so you can sharpen your skills. You'll need to use your other senses besides sight to navigate. This will help make it a habit,'" I think, mimicking their authoritative tone in my head.
Determined to shake off the negativity, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and plant my feet on the cold floor before putting on my shoes. I make my bed with quick, practiced movements, smoothing out the blankets before heading over to the closet. Today is training day, and I slip into our assigned uniform—a loose, silky pink robe that feels both comfortable and freeing against my skin.
I walk over to Meimie's bed, kneeling beside her to gently shake her shoulder. "Meimie, wakey wakey," I whisper, my voice barely above a murmur. I watch her slowly awaken, her eyelids fluttering as she moves to sit up. I look at her to ensure she's listening and continue, "Let's get up before the morning rush. I know breakfast doesn't start until 5, but let's wash our faces and get ready." I lean in closer, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "We can be the first two in line for breakfast." I can't help but laugh softly, covering my mouth with my hand to stifle the sound, worried that I might wake other competitors who might be planning to line up before us.
Meimie rolls out of bed, still half-asleep with slightly squinted eyes. I watch her as she changes into her uniform, mirroring mine with effortless grace. I quickly help her make her bed, fluffing the pillows and straightening the sheets, taking care to ensure everything is neat and tidy.
Once that's done, we stroll back toward the bathroom area. Instead of turning right into the main bathroom, we take a left into the washroom. After brushing our teeth, washing our faces, and using the toilet, we return to the cafeteria with a sense of urgency. When we reach the cafeteria door, I feel a surge of excitement. "Yay! We made it! And we're the very first two!" I whisper-yell, my eyes sparkling with happiness. Meimie chuckles softly, her mouth lifting into a bright smile, clearly sharing in my enthusiasm.
We grab our trays and quickly scan the breakfast options. There's a steaming pot of bao buns, fresh fruit, and an assortment of rice porridge. We serve ourselves eagerly and make our way to the eating area, where the tables are still mostly empty. As we dig into our meals, I keep an eye on Meimie, making sure she finishes every last bite. Today's training is going to demand a lot of energy, and I want to ensure she is fueled and ready to give it her all.
As we approached the descension platform, where Meimie often forgets what it's called, I gently held her hand, sending a silent message to the platform in my mind. "We're heading to floor -69." The moment we stepped through the door, the familiar surroundings of floor -69 enveloped us. "Meimie is so funny; every time we walk through this door, it's as if it's her first time seeing it, even though she's been here as long as I have—in fact, more than a decade," I thought to myself as I looked at Meimie's astonished face.
We made our way to room 69, where all the other guys our age were gathered, most of them lounging around in nothing but their boxers. I noticed the color flush in Meimie's cheeks, and while I recognized her embarrassment, I brushed it off as her usual reaction. She turned to me, confusion in her eyes, and I led her over to her partner, Hai. With a reassuring smile, I advised her, "If you get lost, just follow Hai's lead, and soon you'll start to remember everything, okay?" She nodded, her posture stiffening as she stood beside Hai, trying to gather herself in this familiar yet overwhelming environment. After ensuring Meimie was settled, I walked over to my own partner, Tuan.
"Hello, hello, my favorite person! I have so much to share with you today," he whispered playfully in my ear, his breath warm and inviting. I laughed and jokingly smacked his arm, enjoying the lighthearted moment between us.
As I turned my gaze toward Meimie, I noticed she had her head bowed, and her ears were flushed a deep shade of red, indicating her embarrassment. It was clear she was overwhelmed by the situation. Meanwhile, other girls around our age began to flood in, excitedly pairing up with their male partners.
The bell chimed, signaling that training was about to start. After five minutes, rectangular walls began to rise from beneath Tuan, me, and everyone else in pairs. We were now enclosed in a rectangular cube, and our teacher's voice could be heard from inside our enclosed space.
"Alright everyone, let's take some time to review the material we've covered in our lessons since the beginning of the year," our teacher announced clearly over the now intercom. Her tone was encouraging, and it felt like a perfect moment to refresh our memories and strengthen our understanding of the concepts we had learned so far.
Tuan lay on the floor, completely bare, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. His eyes locked onto mine as I stood before him, the anticipation thick in the air. My fingers traced the edges of my silk robe, and with a slow, deliberate tug, I let it slip from my shoulders. The fabric pooled at my feet, and I kicked it aside with a flick of my foot, watching it crumple in the corner.
I took a step forward, my legs trembling slightly from the tension building inside me. His gaze followed every movement, his lips parting slightly as I moved closer. I could see the hunger in his eyes, the way his body tensed as I lowered myself onto him. My thighs straddled his face, and I felt the warmth of his breath against my core. I leaned forward, my hands sliding down his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath my fingertips.
As my fingers drifted lower, I wrapped my hand around his erection, feeling it pulse in my grip. I bent down, my lips brushing against the taut skin before I took him into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the tip, tasting the saltiness of him as I sank deeper, savoring every inch. Above me, I could feel his mouth on me, his tongue pressing against my folds, teasing and exploring. The sensations overwhelmed me, sending shivers down my spine.
I sucked him harder, my lips tight around his shaft as I moved up and down in a steady rhythm. His hands gripped my thighs, pulling me closer as he devoured me with his mouth. The wetness between my legs grew, my body responding to every flick of his tongue. I moaned around him, the vibrations making him groan in response.
His hips bucked slightly, thrusting deeper into my mouth as if he couldn't control himself. I took him all in, feeling the head of his cock brush against the back of my throat. My hand worked in tandem with my mouth, stroking what I couldn't reach. The sounds he made drove me wild, his breath quickening, his grip on me tightening.
I could feel him getting closer, his body tensing as he neared the edge. His tongue circled my clit, sending electric jolts through me that made my legs shake. I sucked harder, faster, urging him on until he couldn't hold back anymore. With a deep groan, he came, his release flooding my mouth. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him as his body shuddered beneath me.
Then we heard the bell chime, signaling the end of the lesson. I got off him and put my silk robe back on, giving him a wink and licking my lips clean. After that, the walls returned to their original position, flush with the floor.
I looked around and saw all the guys still lying on the floor, naked. I shrugged my shoulders and walked over to Meimie.
"Meimie, it's time for break," I said, dragging her with me out of the room.
We made our way to the washroom to "freshen up," taking advantage of the brief 15-minute break we had. Meimie's face was redder than before, and she couldn't look me in the eyes. After that, we went into the break room to get some water. Once we were refreshed, I took Meimie to Classroom 21, where we would continue our lessons. Upon entering the classroom, we found ourselves grouped once again with peers of the same age range, and, as usual, we were paired with half-naked males.
This time, we had to pick a number from a bowl, and I drew number 21. When I approached my designated area, I found Ming waiting for me. As the bell chimed to signal the start of class, the familiar rectangular walls began to rise around us. Everyone else was paired up nearby. We were once again enclosed in a rectangular cube, and we could hear our teacher's voice from inside our confined space. "Refer to page 330 from the last lesson," the male teacher instructed, and then the bell rang to officially start the lesson.
The classroom was silent except for the soft rustle of silk as Ming's hands moved swiftly, impatiently. I gasp as I felt the cool air hit my bare skin, my robe pooling at my feet. Ming didn't wait, didn't hesitate. His fingers gripped my hips, spinning me around so my back was pressed against his chest. His breath was hot against my neck, ragged and urgent. I could feel the heat of his body radiating through the thin layer of his boxers, his cock already hard and pressing insistently against my ass.
He tugged his boxers down just enough, letting his cock spring free. It brushed against my thigh, warm and pulsing, teasing me. My stomach tightened, a mix of anticipation and unease settling low in my belly. I arched my back instinctively, pressing my body closer to his, my hips grinding against him in faux desire. Ming's hands slid up up sides, fingers trailing over my ribs, my breasts, before settling on my shoulders. He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear.
"You ready for this?" he murmured, his voice low and rough.
I nodded, swallowing hard. Ready enough, I thought, though my mind drifted to the lesson we were supposed to be following. Doggy style. A position I wasn't exactly thrilled about, but one I had to master. Ming's hands gripped my hips tighter, guiding me forward until I was bent over, my palms flat on the desk in front of her. My legs spread slightly, my ass exposed to him. I could feel the tip of his cock brushing against my entrance, teasing me, making me clench involuntarily.
His hands moved to my ass, gripping the soft flesh hard enough to make me gasp. He spread my cheeks, exposing me even more, and I felt a flush of embarrassment crawl up my neck. But he pressed my face harder into the desk, my eyes squeezing shut as I reminded myself of the lesson. Fake it. Make him think you love it.
Ming thrust into me without warning, his cock sliding inside me with a single, sharp movement. I let out a breathy moan, louder than I intended, my body jerking forward slightly from the force. His cock wasn't exactly… impressive. I could barely feel it, but I forced myself to react anyway. My back arched, my hips pushing back against him, desperate noises spilling from my lips.
"Fuck, Lin," Ming growled, his fingers digging into my hips as he started to move. His thrusts were shallow at first, hesitant, but I could feel him gaining confidence with every moan I faked. My nails dug into the desk, my head tossing back as I gave him the performance he wanted.
"Oh fuck, Ming!" I cried out, my voice high and breathy. "You feel so good inside me!"
He groaned, his thrusts speeding up slightly, his cock hitting deeper with each movement. I clenched my walls around him, tightening my muscles in a way that made him gasp. His fingers tightened on my hips, his pace faltering for a moment before he regained control. I loosened my grip on him, knowing I had to keep him from finishing too soon.
I turned her head slightly, glancing over my shoulder at him. His eyes were locked on my face, his lips parted as he panted. I bit her lip, letting my eyelids flutter as I looked up at him through my lashes. My hand reached back, grasping his wrist and pulling his hand to my breast. I squeezed his fingers around my nipple, moaning loudly as I pressed myself back onto his cock.
"Fuck me harder, Ming," I begged, my voice trembling with fake urgency. "I need you to cum inside me. Please, I want to feel you fill me up."
Ming's hips jerked at my words, his cock plunging deeper into me. His free hand grabbed my hair, pulling my head back slightly as he leaned over me, his lips crashing onto mine in a rough, messy kiss. Our tongues tangled together, our breaths mingling as he fucked me harder, faster. My moans were swallowed by his mouth, my body shaking with each thrust.
His lips trailed down my neck, biting and sucking at my skin as he drove into me. My hands scrambled for purchase on the desk, my legs trembling as I struggled to keep up the act. Ming's thrusts became erratic, his cock twitching inside me as he neared the edge. I clenched her walls again, tighter this time, and I felt his cock jerk violently.
"Fuck, Lin, I'm gonna cum!" he gasped, his hips stuttering as his cock pulsed inside me. I moaned loudly, pretending to feel every spurt of his cum as it spilled into me. I pressed my ass back against him, milking him for every drop as he groaned, his grip on my hip tightening almost painfully.
When he finally pulled out, I felt the warmth of his cum sliding down my thighs, dripping onto the floor beneath us. Ming collapsed onto the floor behind me, his breathing heavy and uneven. I slowly straightened , my body still trembling slightly as I turned to look at him. He was sprawled out on the floor, his chest rising and falling rapidly, a look of satisfied exhaustion on his face.
The bell chimed, signaling the end of the lesson. Ming glanced up at me, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "Good job," he said, his voice still rough. "You're a natural."
I forced a smile, wiping the sweat from my brow as she reached for my robe. I could still feel his cum trickling down my legs, a reminder of the performance I'd just given. I wrapped the robe around myself, tying it tightly as I glanced at Ming one last time.
After that, the walls returned to their original position, flush with the floor.
I glanced around the bustling classroom and spotted Meimie near the exit, looking slightly anxious as she waited for the break to officially begin. With a smile, I made my way over to her. "Another 15-minute break?," Meimie finally said, relief evident in her voice.
I nodded in agreement and gently guided her towards the washroom. We both needed a moment to freshen up after the intense lesson we had just experienced. However, as we approached the washroom, we were greeted by a long line of students waiting for their turn. It seemed that everyone had felt the weight of the lesson and was eager for a brief reprieve.
After what felt like an eternity, we finally came out of the washroom, feeling revitalized. We made our way to Classroom 17, where we settled into our seats at a shared desk. The atmosphere was slightly more relaxed in this classroom, as the class was optional. Here, students had the unique opportunity to engage in physical activities for hands-on learning or choose to observe and take notes, following along with the lesson at their own pace. I appreciated the flexibility this class offered, allowing everyone to learn in a way that best suited them.