Closed Girls' School Hell

"What are you shouting about! I need to make sure your personal belongings are securely locked in your respective lockers. Otherwise, if anything gets lost or mixed up when you get out, the teachers will be held responsible. Don't you young ladies think my job is easy," the teacher said impatiently. Wei Yumeng covered herself with one hand and picked up her discarded underwear and bra with the other, placing them into the locker. The teacher locked each girl's locker with the key held exclusively by the guards for the entire facility. Most of the girls had their phones, and even a diary, but these were now locked away. For the students of Yanfeng School, contacting the outside world or writing something to take with them was an impossible dream. Here, nothing belonged to them except their own bodies. The girls behind them followed in one after another. Seeing the girls who had entered before them stark naked, blushing furiously as they hastily covered themselves, standing in terror before the male teacher, they were also stunned. Before coming, most of the girls had asked the previous cohort who had been imprisoned here, and they knew somewhat about the process they would have to endure upon entering this hell. However, hearing about it and experiencing it firsthand were two different things. Seeing their classmates' appearances with their own eyes was still deeply shocking and terrifying. After their lockers were locked, the girls, now completely naked, practically ran towards the next door for their physical examinations. They couldn't bear to endure such a shameful scene for even a second longer. But their haste to run through the next door was unwise, as the shame they had just experienced was merely a prelude. The next two to three hours of lengthy physical examinations would be an unimaginable mental torment. This full-body naked examination would be fully recorded on camera and permanently archived, ensuring that even after their release, the girls would have their vulnerabilities held over them for the rest of their lives. Holding leverage over these girls, who were destined to enter prestigious universities and the upper echelons of society, was a rather valuable prospect. Behind the second door, a doctor in a white coat was busy with the previous group of girls, but before he could catch his breath, Wei Yumeng and a dozen other girls entered. "What rotten luck! I won't be able to rest until dark!" After over an hour of examinations, the doctor was already growing impatient. Wei Yumeng looked at the equipment in the room. It was simple, just the usual height and weight measuring devices used in physical check-ups. However, there was also a soft tape measure on the table, and she didn't know what it was for. It seemed to be the first step of the routine physical, measuring height and weight. Yumeng had been measured before, but never naked like today. "One by one, according to the order on your wristbands!" Yumeng glanced at her wrist. The wristband was locked onto her arm and had two numbers on it. One was a letter followed by multiple digits: S170107. This was likely the student ID the teacher had mentioned. The other was a three-digit number: 097. This was the order for the physical examination. Yumeng was the first to hand over her credentials, so she was naturally at the front, with the other girls numbered after 100. Yumeng stepped onto the examination platform. The digital display showed her weight: 47kg. The doctor lowered the height measuring rod onto Wei Yumeng's head: 162cm. Just as Yumeng was about to step down, the doctor called out, "Where are you going? The examination isn't finished yet!" As Wei Yumeng wondered what else needed to be checked, the doctor picked up the tape measure from the table. "Your measurements still need to be recorded!" "What? You need to measure my bust, waist, and hips too? I already provided this information when I registered, and..." In such a state of undress, Wei Yumeng was utterly bewildered. "Registration was two months ago. We need to account for any changes. Your measurements are related to the production of your prison uniforms. Everyone has to be measured!" The doctor had seen too many girls' embarrassment and resistance during measurements, so he didn't bother with persuasion. He directly grabbed Yumeng's wrist and, without allowing her to resist, pulled her back to the examination table and picked up the tape measure, ready to begin. "Ah! Don't!" Yumeng, a conservative girl from a rural town, could not endure such a scene. Forgetting all about rules and punishments, she struggled desperately, her body twisting and exposing itself in a mortifying display, no longer caring about her modesty. However, the doctor was a grown man, and his strength was no match for a girl who had just graduated from high school. He quickly reached out with his other hand and grabbed Yumeng's other wrist. "Little girl, do you think I enjoy this job? Thousands of girls come in every day, and even the most interesting thing becomes tedious with such repetition. You have to be measured sooner or later, so what's the point of making a fuss? If you delay the other girls, I'll just get scolded, but you'll face..." "That's right, a good beating with a bamboo stick!" A stern shout came from the inner door. The girls turned their heads and saw a burly man in a police uniform emerging from the inner door, holding a flat bamboo strip, about four to five centimeters wide and eighty centimeters long. Even the examining doctor shivered when he saw him emerge. He released his grip on Wei Yumeng's wrist and obediently stepped aside, waiting for him to speak.

The full 1000-meter course took her a full 12 minutes, even with shackles on. Despite that, she still passed the test. Among the 10 girls in her group, she was the 7th to finish, and the last two would have to endure the same torment all over again. "Alright, girls who have passed the test, let's move on to the next stage!" The female students, having just completed the most grueling 1000-meter run of their lives, were now drenched in sweat. Their faces were flushed, their breathing ragged, and the spots where they had fallen and bruised were still aching. With their hands and feet bound by shackles, they had little strength left to move. But when the order came, no one dared to disobey. Wei Yumeng knew what severe punishment awaited them if they did. Exiting the indoor stadium, they entered a shower room capable of accommodating about 20 people at once. The next item on the agenda was bathing. Before officially enrolling and donning the Yan Feng School uniform, the girls were required to undergo a thorough cleansing of their bodies. This was not merely for hygiene; it symbolized washing away everything they had brought from the outside world—their freedom, their identities, their respect—and accepting the reality of having lost everything, their human rights surrendered to the school's control. As the female students entered the shower room one by one, the male teacher in charge, also dressed in a uniform, produced a key and unlocked the handcuffs on their backs, then motioned them inside. The leg shackles, however, remained on. These were temporary restraints, to be worn until all enrollment procedures were completed and the girls were issued their permanent leg irons. The principle of management here was to ensure the girls were in a state where they wouldn't even consider escaping. It wasn't about whether they *could* run, but about imposing restraints so severe that the very thought of escape was unthinkable. Although the girls' hands were finally free, Yumeng immediately noticed that each shower head was attached to a metal collar secured by a chain. Once all the girls were positioned at the shower stalls, the male teacher in charge entered and locked each student to their shower fixture with the collar, restricting their movement to within half a meter of the shower. "Listen up, you have 20 minutes. You must finish showering within the allotted time." As soon as he finished speaking, all the showerheads turned on simultaneously. The girls, suddenly doused with water, instinctively tried to dodge, but the chains of their collars prevented them from moving away. As the showers began, hot water misted the air in the bathroom. Although life in this strictly controlled environment was arduous, the living conditions were undeniably top-notch. The shower facilities were brand new. The bathing of the new students was supervised by teachers at the bathroom entrance, meaning the entire scene was visible without any obstruction. The female students silently turned their backs to the male teacher, who was staring directly at them, and began to wash. While the showerheads couldn't be adjusted in direction or water pressure, the shampoo and body wash provided were plentiful and from well-known brands. Yumeng took the body wash from the small plastic box hanging on the wall, unscrewed the cap, and began to wash her body. Although this method of bathing made the girls extremely uncomfortable, it was still a rare moment of respite for those who had just endured the most difficult 1000-meter run, their bodies soaked in sweat and marred by falls. The girls rubbed every inch of their skin, letting the shower water run down their bodies. However, with their necks restricted by the collar chains, their movements were severely limited. While their hands could reach their chests, stomachs, and waists, they couldn't reach their ankles. The water eventually pooled around their shackled feet. Some girls attempted to lift their feet to wash them, causing the chains of their shackles to clatter and echo throughout the bathroom. Twenty minutes was not a long time, especially for those with long hair, making the time even more pressing. Fortunately, Wei Yumeng didn't have a habit of keeping her hair long, so during her wash, she didn't have to rush her full body cleansing like some of the other high school girls from larger towns who were more particular about their appearance. When the shower time ended, the teacher in charge unlocked each student's collar and led them out of the bathroom, proceeding to the next stage of the enrollment process. "Hurry up, don't dawdle, don't hold up the girls behind you!" No matter how much they were urged, the girls couldn't move any faster. With their feet bound by shackles, their steps were slow, small, and difficult. These students, having just showered, their naked bodies still glistening with water droplets, their hair, long or short, clinging to their skin, walked in groups down the corridor outside the bathroom. The chains of their shackles clinked musically, creating a scene of stark beauty. While the girls didn't feel particularly embarrassed by the spectacle, and the teacher leading them didn't look back, Yumeng remembered that when they first entered the school building, the teacher in charge of student IDs had informed her that the entire enrollment process was being video-recorded for later review to ensure student cooperation and for disciplinary action. The scene unfolding now was actually being monitored behind screens and would be replayed later, with an unknown number of viewers. Next, they arrived at another room, the doorplate reading: Changing Room. "Alright, now, we'll be distributing the school uniforms. One by one, in order." "That's great." "Finally, we don't have to be naked anymore." Upon hearing this, Yumeng and the other girls finally breathed a sigh of relief. This humiliating state of complete nudity was finally coming to an end. Moreover, they could generally sense that the distribution of school uniforms meant the arduous enrollment process was nearing its conclusion. As each girl entered according to the number called by the teacher, they were overjoyed, almost forgetting they were still wearing leg shackles. During their entry into the changing room, there were a few near-falls. Fortunately, their hands were not cuffed behind their backs, so they could still help each other. Inside the changing room, Wei Yumeng found a row of neat metal lockers. This time, the person in charge was not a teacher but a seamstress, who, according to the dress code, was also wearing a prison guard's uniform. "State your numbers. I'll be issuing your uniforms based on the body measurements taken earlier." "S170107!" Wei Yumeng was the first to state her number. "I'm F170312!" "S170805!" Everyone lowered their heads, looked at the numbered tags locked on their wrists, and announced their numbers. The seamstress used a key to unlock Yumeng's wrist tag. Then, referencing the number and the recorded body measurements, she walked to a metal locker and opened a small compartment. Inside was a complete set of the girls' school uniform, a pair of shoes, and a set of handcuffs and leg shackles. "Come here, child. I'll help you change these leg shackles."

"Come here, child, it's time for the shackles now." Upon hearing this, the female students, who had already put on their school uniforms or were in the process of doing so, snapped out of their brief reverie. That's right, they were still in this secluded girls' school, still a group of pathetic young girls who had lost all freedom and were brought here for mandatory remedial classes. Nothing had changed, no matter how pretty the uniforms were. Yu Meng silently sat back down on the changing room stool, waiting for the shackles, which were distributed along with the uniforms, to once again strip her of her physical freedom. She had resigned herself to it. It was her fate, and she couldn't escape, so she might as well accept it with equanimity. "Come, extend your hands first, and hold them steady." Yu Meng obediently extended her hands, clasped together, and held them out in front of her. The seamstress aunt picked up the handcuffs and skillfully fastened them around the hands of the young girl, Wei Yu Meng, who had now put on her school uniform and become a member of this school. The chain connecting the wrists of these handcuffs was less than 5 centimeters long. After putting them on, Yu Meng quietly placed her hands on her thighs, resting on her skirt. Next, the seamstress aunt picked up the leg shackles. This time, the leg shackles were different from the temporary ones used during the physical fitness test. Although they were both black, thicker rings, with iron chains protected by black paint to prevent rust, the length of the chains was different. Compared to the 55-centimeter chain length of the temporary leg shackles, these leg shackles had a chain length of only 42 centimeters, which restricted movement more, allowing only very small steps when walking. For the female students undergoing mandatory confinement and remedial classes to prepare for exams, life here did not require brisk walking or running around campus. Moreover, confined to a single floor of the teaching building for extended periods, the distances to walk were minimal. Being able to sit obediently in the classroom, with these shorter leg shackles completely crushing any hope of escape, and to endure the hellish remedial life filled with severe punishments, was enough. The physical fitness test just conducted was the only opportunity for physical exercise for the female students throughout the year. Furthermore, these formal leg shackles were unique. Unlike the temporary ones, each pair of leg shackles used a different key. Only one key could unlock each female student's leg shackles, and they were not interchangeable. This was also different from the handcuffs, which were managed with a single key per class, making it convenient for the homeroom teachers. However, the keys for the leg shackles were not managed by the homeroom teachers but were centrally kept in the vice-principal's office on the fourth floor of the teaching building. Even teachers could not privately unlock the leg shackles for the female students. Once these leg shackles were put on, they could only be unlocked when the student's grades were satisfactory for graduation. With two clicks, Wei Yu Meng's left ankle was securely locked. Then, with a clinking sound of chains, the other ring was locked onto her right foot. Now sitting on the stool, Yu Meng, in her pure and dignified school uniform, possessed both the youthful charm of a girl her age and a special aesthetic beauty due to the restraint of her hands and feet. Then it was the turn of the other girls who had changed into their uniforms. Yu Meng stood up and looked at her companions, all wearing the same beautiful school uniforms, being fitted with shackles one by one, their freedom of movement taken away. Each girl, under this combination of shackles and uniforms, was so captivatingly beautiful. "Girls who have changed into their school uniforms, come out now. It's time for your profile photos." As a female teacher in a prison guard uniform called out from the doorway, the first few girls who had changed into their uniforms and put on their shackles walked out of the changing room, heading towards the door outside, the final door. The female students, with their hands cuffed, took small steps, constrained by the 42-centimeter chain of their leg shackles, and walked out through that door. What they saw now was the first-floor lobby of the teaching building, the same place they had glimpsed when entering the building earlier, only this time it was not obstructed by the temporary sign at the document collection counter. They could now hear the voices of the female students who had just entered the teaching building and were waiting for their admission procedures, from beyond the sign. In a few more hours, they too would undergo a similar transformation of identity, just like themselves, and begin their year of arduous prison-like life. "Come, stand here, and hold the sign properly." The admission procedure here involved taking a photograph of each female student who completed the enrollment process. Referencing the practice of taking mugshots for new inmates in prisons, this girls' school, managed like a prison, also required this step upon admission. After the students in front had finished, it was Wei Yu Meng's turn. The teacher in charge of photography handed a white cardboard sign to Yu Meng. Yu Meng took the sign with her shackled hands and saw the bold, black characters written on the white paper: Wei Yu Meng, 19 years old, Engineering Class 1, S170107. Dragging her leg shackles, she walked with difficulty to the camera. Following the prison photography procedure, Yu Meng, under the teacher's instruction, held the sign with the writing at chest level with her shackled hands. The backdrop behind her was also a standard prison height chart. The teacher in uniform pressed the camera shutter, and thus, a profile photo was taken. Each photo showed the student's hands, shackled and holding the bottom of the sign. At the very bottom, the thighs beneath the light pink skirt could be seen. The height chart in the background also directly recorded each student's height. "Side view!" Following standard prison procedure, both front and side views were taken. Yu Meng cooperatively turned her body, continuing to hold the sign with her shackled hands, and had her side profile photographed. "Alright, next!" After the photos were taken, Wei Yu Meng put down the sign and was then led by another teacher towards the other side of the lobby. She still hadn't gotten used to the handcuffs and leg shackles she was wearing. Walking very slowly like this, she reached an open space at the end of the lobby. Here, many female students who had already had their photos taken were waiting. They were all wearing the same beautiful light pink school uniforms, though the skirt lengths varied slightly. All of them wore shackles that confined their hands and feet, waiting with unease. "Girls whose classes are on the basement fourth floor, step forward!" At this command, a few female students nervously took a few steps forward. Yu Meng's class was on the third floor, so it wasn't her turn yet. "Listen carefully. I will now take you to the office area on the basement fourth floor via the elevator. Upon arrival, follow the instructions of the floor supervisor and report to your respective classes. Do you understand?" "Understood." It was then that Yu Meng realized that the door in front of her was a spacious elevator door. When the elevator door opened, the interior was quite large, enough to accommodate more than ten people at once. The female students wearing shackles walked in, and the elevator door closed immediately. Wei Yu Meng watched from outside, waiting with anxiety for her turn to step into that elevator.

The two girls, having been punished, were helped back into the center of the group by their dorm mates. Wei Yumeng and Cui Wan, each holding Jiang Hanlei’s arm with their cuffed hands, whispered words of comfort, careful not to be overheard by the teacher. Then, Teacher Li Qi picked up the 10-meter-long iron chain that had been placed on the ground earlier. “Line up according to your student number, one by one!” The female students walked past their homeroom teacher, Li Qi, the short chains of their handcuffs being threaded through the long, thin iron chain. Wei Yumeng, number 7, was quickly linked onto the chain. The students in front had already started moving. Thirty-two girls were chained together in a line and led out of the dormitory area. This time, it wasn’t just the students’ individual leg shackles that clanked, but the long iron chain as well. The girls at the front of the line walked through the dim dormitory corridor and into the teaching area, where the classrooms for the 16 classes were located in the area directly ahead. The nearest classroom was only about 10 meters from the dormitory entrance. Each floor of the building had two dormitory areas, one on the left and one on the right. Therefore, the eight classrooms corresponding to this side of the dormitory area were also located nearby. Homeroom teacher Li Qi walked alongside them, urging the students, whose feet were bound by 42-centimeter leg shackles: “Hurry up, why are you walking so slowly? Are you grinding millstones? Move faster!” Under the teacher’s constant urging, they finally, slowly, arrived at the entrance of the classroom for Class 1 of Applied Arts. Wei Yumeng’s heart pounded, unsure of what the inside of the classroom would be like. After all, this was the infamous “Hell Girls’ School” known throughout the country. In Wei Yumeng’s unimaginative mind, the classrooms here would surely be dimly lit and terrifying, making one’s skin crawl. Perhaps the walls would be plastered with slogans urging them to study hard and give their all, far more than in a normal school. Teacher Li Qi pulled out the long iron chain that linked all the girls’ handcuffs, producing a clatter of metal. She then threw the 10-meter-long chain onto the ground outside the classroom door. Next, she took out the handcuff keys. “This is your first time entering the classroom today, so I’ll demonstrate how your classes are usually conducted. Hou Yuying, you are student number 1, you’ll start.” Hearing the teacher’s instruction, Hou Yuying cooperatively extended her cuffed hand. Teacher Li Qi used the key to unlock the cuff on Hou Yuying’s left hand. However, instead of unlocking the right cuff, she swiftly twisted Hou Yuying’s now-freed left hand behind her back. Grasping the handcuff with one hand already open, she twisted her right hand behind her as well, cuffing Hou Yuying’s hands behind her back. “Good, now go inside and find your seat. The rest of you, one by one.” Hou Yuying, with her hands cuffed behind her, shuffled into the Class 1 Applied Arts classroom. Then, students number 2, 3, and 4 were also cuffed by Teacher Li Qi with their hands behind their backs, just like the original front-facing handcuffs. The girls from dorm room 338 were numbers 5 to 8; Cui Wan was number 5, and Wei Yumeng was number 7. When it was Wei Yumeng’s turn, the teacher unlocked one of her hands. As her hands were twisted behind her back and cuffed, Wei Yumeng could feel that although Teacher Li was a female homeroom teacher, she possessed considerable strength, easily maneuvering her body without any effort. With her hands cuffed behind her, Wei Yumeng entered the classroom with a sense of curiosity. The moment she stepped inside, Wei Yumeng could hardly believe her eyes. The classroom, which she had imagined to be incredibly gloomy and terrifying, was actually very clean and tidy, with bright lighting. The walls were entirely covered in white, glossy ceramic tiles. The floor was white marble. Contrary to her expectations, the room was not plastered with harsh and exaggerated slogans. Although the classroom was smaller than her previous high school, it appeared more spacious because it only contained 32 desks and chairs. Furthermore, the blackboard at the front of the room was not the dusty kind found in ordinary schools, but seemed to be an electronic screen blackboard utilizing new technology. If one didn’t know its location, no one would ever guess that this was a classroom in the “Hell Girls’ School” that struck fear into the hearts of girls nationwide. Each desk and chair appeared brand new, with no signs of wear. This was because the desks and chairs at Yan Feng School had strict usage standards. After students graduated each year, detailed inspections were conducted, and any desks or chairs showing wear or unevenness were replaced. The average lifespan of a desk and chair was only about 3 years. The discarded desks and chairs were resold as second-hand furniture and were still perfectly usable. This was why the tuition fees at Yan Feng School were so high; all hardware was required to be top-notch. Wei Yumeng saw that the few girls who had entered before her were sitting from the front row closest to the door, moving backward. The upper right corner of each desk was imprinted with the girls’ student numbers in a light-colored, special ink. Therefore, as number 7, Wei Yumeng’s seat was naturally behind Jiang Hanlei, who was number 6.

"Silly child, I told you to stand on your tiptoes!" Teacher Li Qi shouted angrily. The surrounding female students hadn't even processed what was happening when Teacher Li Qi picked up the other metal high-heeled shoe, not yet placed on Xu Zixuan's right foot, and showed the girls the inside. The girls gasped. Inside the heel of the shoe, several needles, 7 centimeters long, stood upright. This was why Teacher Li Qi had just reminded Xu Zixuan to stand on her tiptoes. "You all see, these are special shoes for standing punishment. They can't be worn all the way, so you have to stand on your tiptoes. The heel isn't for height; it's to house these needles. And they're not actually high heels, but special shoes that can open and close. If your foot sinks completely into the shoe, you'll be pierced by the needles. So, during the punishment, you must maintain a tiptoe stance at all times." Hearing this, Xu Zixuan, whose sole had just been pricked by the needles, cried and struggled to lift her toes again, afraid to let them fall. The other female students turned pale, utterly terrified by these shoes that looked so beautiful and fashionable but were actually cruel instruments of torture. After both feet were fitted with the punishment shoes, Xu Zixuan, facing the wall, felt an unprecedented strain. The constant tiptoeing was agonizing. She instinctively reached out to brace herself against the wall with her hands. But then, Teacher Li Qi firmly grabbed her wrists from behind, crushing her last glimmer of hope. Her hands were then locked by another instrument. "The standing punishment set includes two items: the special shoes, and the U-shaped cuffs." At Yanfeng School, even the auxiliary restraints used for confinement, such as shackles, came in a wide variety to manage the students' daily studies and lives. During normal classes and teaching, the girls wore ordinary handcuffs, which had lighter rings and a gap of a few centimeters between the hands. However, in the punishment room, there were handcuffs designed for stronger restraint, specifically for girls who had made mistakes and were there to receive punishment. These were the U-shaped cuffs. These handcuffs were almost exclusively used for binding the hands behind the back, tightly securing the hands within a thick metal ring with no gap whatsoever between the wrists, thus applying more pressure. Xu Zixuan now understood how desperate a punishment of 3 hours of standing, doubled from 90 minutes, truly was. Most girls hadn't studied ballet, and even if they had, maintaining a tiptoe stance for hours would be incredibly taxing, a huge drain on their stamina. But Xu Zixuan had no choice but to keep her toes raised. Any moment of slackening, any moment her feet fully touched the shoes, meant her soles would be completely pierced by the needles. Furthermore, these were metal shoes, lacking the comfort of ordinary footwear. The inside was extremely hard, a torment to her tiptoes. And now, with her hands bound behind her back by the U-shaped cuffs, she had no way to maintain balance. Just standing required almost all her strength. Sweat beaded on Xu Zixuan's forehead, her body on the verge of collapse, facing the prospect of being pierced by needles or fainting on the punishment room floor. Moreover, students forced to stand facing the wall had no way of knowing the time or how much longer their punishment would last. There was no clock in the punishment room, and the teacher wouldn't inform them. Enduring 3 hours of torment under such prolonged physical and mental strain, with no end in sight, was a daunting prospect. Xu Zixuan now realized that being hit on the palms was a form of mercy; at least she knew how many more strikes until release. Teacher Li Qi said to Xu Zixuan, who was already enduring the torment of standing punishment: "Stand properly. If you fall, the 3 hours start all over from zero." Then, with an impassive face, Teacher Li Qi turned to the other girls, dressed in beautiful school uniforms and canvas shoes, their spirits already shattered, and announced the next item: "Alright, let's leave her for now. As you've seen, lighter punishments, like those experienced by Hou Yuying and Xu Zixuan, have been demonstrated. Girls here are bound to make mistakes, so you'll inevitably end up here yourselves. However, for general infractions, the punishments will be roughly as you've witnessed." Teacher Li Qi spoke of these "lighter" punishments casually, scanning the intimidated female students, satisfied with the initial results of their orientation. "Next, we have the punishment for major violations. You are all new here and haven't experienced the punishment methods of this room. Therefore, we will use this undercover female reporter, who attempted to steal school secrets, as a demonstration for serious offenses. She is a few years older than you graduating high school seniors, so her body is more suitable for demonstration." The female students held their breath, watching as their teacher walked towards a young woman, naked and fixed to a rack, her body covered in scars from brutal interrogation. As Teacher Li Qi pulled a nearby electrical switch, the reporter Lin Jing let out a hoarse cry. Now, electricity coursed through her body, rampaging within her already tortured frame. Lin Jing's body convulsed uncontrollably. Her throat, hoarse from a night of wails, emitted a terrifying sound utterly unbefitting her beautiful female form. The female students instinctively wanted to cover their ears, but with their hands cuffed behind their backs, they were even denied the right to block out the screams. "The electric shock being demonstrated now is a Class S punishment. Unlike Class A or B, ordinary girls usually don't get to experience this, unless they commit a major offense. So, witnessing it once during your orientation today is quite rare. Of course, Class A and B punishments are unavoidable; they are necessary steps for you to grow into obedient and excellent women. As a teacher, I hope the children in my class are all obedient, sensible, diligent, and self-disciplined. I don't want to see any bad children who receive Class S punishment in my class." As Teacher Li Qi spoke, she turned the voltage knob up a notch. The excruciating pain, like lava flowing through her blood, caused Lin Jing's body to jolt more violently. If not for the metal cuffs securing her to the rack, her body would have likely flown off. Lin Jing, subjected to Class S punishment, let out screams that no longer sounded human. Faced with the scene before them, the female students trembled uncontrollably. Xu Zixuan, her body exhausted and drenched in sweat from the tiptoe punishment, her hands bound behind her, was consumed by regret.

In the punishment room, Teacher Li Qi continued to fulfill her duty, imparting the essentials of their enrollment education to the female students of her class. "There are several major disciplinary violations that will result in expulsion. Some of you may have already memorized them while studying the school rules." Teacher Li Qi casually noticed that a female student's glasses were slipping down her nose. With a thoughtful gesture, she helped the girl, whose hands were cuffed behind her back and unable to adjust them, reposition her glasses to a more suitable height. "The first type is attempting to escape from the school. You should all understand how comprehensive Yan Feng School's security system is. When you entered, all your personal belongings and clothing that could be used to conceal anything were confiscated. Furthermore, each of you has only one key to your leg shackles, and it is not in my possession. Instead, it is kept under strict guard in a room within the school's central administrative area. Surveillance cameras are installed in every corner of the entire teaching building, from the restrooms, classrooms, punishment rooms, corridors, to the cafeteria. The doors to the dormitory area and the iron doors to the office floors are all high-tech electronic locks. The only passage from the underground levels back to the surface is a single elevator, a teacher-exclusive device equipped with both ID card and fingerprint recognition. The moment you step onto it, an alarm will sound." Teacher Li Qi, who had been holding a book without opening it, now flipped it open, displaying a diagram and textual explanation of Yan Feng School's security measures to the girls, thereby reinforcing their understanding that escape was impossible. "Once you reach the above-ground levels of the teaching building, there are infrared blockade channels at the entrance and in the lobby. Outside the teaching building, armed guards patrol the campus. Even the rooftops are equipped with anti-aircraft machine guns to prevent helicopters from landing and rescuing anyone. The campus is entirely enclosed by an 8-meter-high wall, topped with electrified fencing. The area surrounding the campus for a kilometer is uninhabited wasteland; all trees and forests that could be used for hiding have been cleared. Even the world's most skilled agents would find it impossible to escape from here." Teacher Li Qi was not exaggerating. Although this was merely a school for detaining female high school students, its security level was truly designed to meet the standards for agents. "Previously, five girls who attempted to escape were apprehended before they could even unlock their dormitory doors or remove their leg shackles. They are currently imprisoned in the underground Level 6 classes, paying a price worse than death for their foolishness." The female students, their spirits crushed, offered no response. No one harbored the naive thought of escape anymore. Even if Teacher Li Qi hadn't emphasized it, they had largely understood this yesterday. "The second violation is cheating on school exams. Here, we have many mock exams, and finally, there will be a major examination that determines whether you can graduate and be released. Failing the regular exams will result in severe corporal punishment. If you fail the final major exam, you must voluntarily apply to repeat the year and study here for another year. You'd best volunteer, lest you make a fool of yourself." Teacher Li Qi, holding her rolled-up textbook, pointed at each of the surrounding female students with extreme disdain. "However, this is ultimately a matter of academic performance. Cheating on an exam, on the other hand, is a matter of character. Whether it's a mock exam or the final exam, any discovered instance of cheating will result in immediate expulsion and transfer to the disciplinary class on underground Level 6, where you will be forced to enroll in the three most difficult universities in the country. Let me emphasize again, attempting to cheat here and not be discovered is impossible. Our capabilities in preventing exam cheating far exceed those of the national college entrance examination by more than tenfold. You might be able to escape after another year or two of hardship, but don't end up in a situation where there is no end in sight!" The female students remained silent, but their silence served as their answer. They would never dare to cross this line, preferring to endure another year of torment rather than be sent to the purgatory of underground Level 6. "The third violation is resisting the school's discipline and corporal punishment. Once you are here, abandon the rebellious behavior you exhibited in your previous trash high schools. Here, we will not tolerate any disobedience. The cruel corporal punishment and mental humiliation inflicted by the teachers are legitimate duties granted by the school, and they are necessary means to save you fallen girls. Accept it obediently, and do not even think of resisting. In the face of the school's overwhelming power, you are less than an ant! A girl who, during corporal punishment, could not endure the pain and struck a teacher was sent to the underground Level 6 class and is still suffering torments you cannot even imagine." While speaking these extremely harsh words, Teacher Li Qi did not forget to soften her tone and offer a few comforting words: "However, out of consideration for the students, when administering heavier punishments in the punishment room, we will use ropes and other tools to completely restrain your bodies, depriving any part of your body of the ability to resist. This is to prevent you from resisting and incurring expulsion. You don't need to worry too much about this." For a moment, Teacher Li Qi saw a flicker of confusion in a female student's eyes and then said: "Don't ask me what the underground Level 6 class is like, because it is a confidential area of this school. The teaching tasks are handled by the heads of each subject's research group. Even we ordinary teachers are not allowed to enter and see it, precisely to avoid witnessing the horrific scenes there and suffering mental breakdown ourselves." Then, Teacher Li Qi pointed at Lin Jing, who had fainted on the rack, her naked body still seeming to tremble: "Also, this Lin Jing attempted to steal information to be used by a newspaper to criticize our school. This is considered an act of resistance, and an extremely serious one. Therefore, after I finish demonstrating for you today, she will be sent to the disciplinary class on underground Level 6, set up for those aiming for Imperial Capital University. It seems she was admitted to Fuyang University before becoming a reporter, so her academic performance appears to have been quite good. However, the difficulty of getting into Imperial Capital University is a hundred times that of Fuyang University. It's hard to say when she'll get out. Three years? Five years? Or eight?"

As female students in various classes were handcuffed and struggling to write confessions at their desks, Teacher Li Qi, the female homeroom teacher of Class 1 of Industrial Arts, walked towards the door of the punishment room with several female students whose hands were cuffed behind their backs and who were dragging clanking shackles, taking small, difficult steps. The girls entered the punishment room with trepidation and fear. This grim room, specially equipped with dim lighting, they had only visited yesterday, but today, they were to experience it for the first time. "Teacher Fan, prepare the instruments for the first punishment. This time, bring out the entire set of 'Five Punishments for Correction'." "Understood. Will you adjust the interrogation rack yourself, or shall I handle it?" "Don't worry, there are three cameras installed in the classroom. No girl dares to slack off. I just used the surveillance to catch these few girls, which should make those who are still hoping for a loophole learn their lesson. However, I'll try to be as quick as possible and not take up too much time. If I'm away from my post for more than half an hour, the floor supervisor will deduct my salary." Cui Wan, Tian Yuhua, and Ouyang Qi, the three girls, lowered their heads in silence. This morning, when they were escorted to the classroom, it was because the three of them walked too quickly and tripped over their shackles, causing all the female students in the class, who were chained together, to fall. They had harbored a sliver of hope, thinking that in the chaos, they wouldn't be singled out. But they had underestimated the precision and number of surveillance cameras in this underground teaching building. In the office, Teacher Li Qi reviewed the surveillance footage and identified them within just two minutes. However, the most terrified was Lu Ying, who had dropped her carbon pen on the floor in the classroom and was judged by the teacher as having "a problematic attitude." As soon as Cui Wan and the other two girls saw Teacher Fan, who was in a white coat and responsible for managing the punishment room, open a metal cabinet and take out three pairs of metal shoes specifically for punishment, their trepidation sank further into the abyss. Just yesterday, these shoes with steel needles at the heel had tormented Xu Zixuan for three hours, causing Xu Zixuan, who had endured standing on tiptoe, to be completely drenched in sweat from her bra and underwear to her beautiful pink sailor uniform dress by the end. Teacher Fan took the disciplinary form filled out by Teacher Li Qi and felt a question arise: "Teacher Li Qi, wasn't falling during the escort supposed to be punished by standing for an hour?" "Have you forgotten, Teacher Fan? For girls who make mistakes and don't admit them when caught on surveillance, the homeroom teacher has the right to double the punishment according to the original regulations. So, these three will stand for two hours. Teacher Fan, please keep a close eye on them and make sure they stand properly. Not a second of slacking is allowed." "Understood." After the three girls stood against the wall, Teacher Fan began to replace their handcuffs, which were already behind their backs, restricting their hand movements, with tighter U-shaped cuffs. Then, she replaced the girls' beautiful canvas shoes, worn on tiptoe, with cold, iron punishment shoes for standing. Although the punishment room administrator was a professional executioner, unlike Teacher Li Qi, who needed to maintain her authority at all times as a homeroom teacher, Teacher Fan, in her white coat, performed actions that plunged the girls into despair while speaking in a gentle, soothing tone: "Be good, children. Cooperate with my movements and keep your feet on tiptoe. You need to adapt to this way of growth through punishment and endure these two hours of standing. If you are punished this time, remember to admit your mistakes next time, and your teachers won't make things too difficult for you." The three girls had already begun to endure standing on tiptoe, and the two hours felt like an eternity. Meanwhile, Lu Ying had already been secured by Teacher Li Qi with metal clasps on the interrogation rack. Unlike her classmates, who were currently enduring the agonizing punishment of standing but still wearing their pink sailor uniforms, Lu Ying had her school uniform dress removed. And through the gaps of the shackles, she had also removed her underwear. She was bound naked on the interrogation rack, just like the spy journalist Lin Jing, who had been demonstrated on yesterday with severe punishment. This was because she was about to receive a brutal whipping, and to prevent the whip from tearing her school uniform, this severe punishment required her to be stripped naked so that her bare body would directly bear the impact. Teacher Li Qi, holding the whip, began to explain to Lu Ying the method of punishment for female students with problematic attitudes: "Lu Ying, given your extremely improper attitude, I have decided to administer the entire set of 'Five Punishments for Correction' to you. Here, anyone who shows a problematic attitude must receive this entire set of punishments at once. Fifty lashes with the whip, one hundred strikes on the buttocks with the bamboo board, two hours of suspension, one hundred and twenty slaps to the face, and four hours of kneeling on a metal washboard. You will endure all five of these punishments at once, to make you remember." "Wh... what..."

Teacher An You was temporarily assigned as the deputy homeroom teacher for Class 1 of Engineering, and this was her first day. The task of threading a 10-meter iron chain through the few-centimeter-long connecting links of the girls' handcuffs, thus chaining all 32 girls in the class together, was a technical one. Teacher An You, being a bit slow, fell behind all the other classes. Fortunately, by this time, the female students had already learned to cooperate and move forward without the teacher pulling the chain. So, this escort of only a few dozen meters from the dormitory area to the classroom was, in fact, an awkward situation for Teacher An You. To be precise, it felt like walking a dog on a leash, only to be dragged along by a dog that was running too fast. Fortunately, her first class of the morning was English reading, which she was responsible for, so the time lost wouldn't be a cause for complaint. Noticing that Teacher An You, who was in charge of all the girls in the class for the first day, was not yet accustomed to the routine, the girls were very sensible today. They proactively held their cuffed hands in front of the teacher. After the handcuffs were unlocked, they obediently put their hands behind their backs and turned around, waiting to be handcuffed by Teacher An You. As the girls shuffled into the classroom, dragging their leg irons with a clatter, and began their morning reading, Teacher An You realized that their sense of balance had improved significantly since they first arrived. Even with their hands restrained, they could move with composure, taking small steps within the length of their leg iron chains to reach their seats. Now, as a class manager rather than just a subject teacher, looking at the sea of bare arms, thighs, and exposed chests beneath their short school uniforms in front of her, Teacher An You, a woman in her twenties, found herself captivated. "Alright, students, let's begin our morning reading. You all know the penalty for failing the vocabulary test during morning reading. Today, I will be testing you extra thoroughly, so don't be lazy!" Meanwhile, on the 6th underground floor, in the Special Class for Science, Teacher Li Qi, a trainee teaching there for the first time, received her first task: to punish the female students who had made mistakes in their homework yesterday. Teacher Li Qi was now in a small punishment room, separated from the classroom by only a wall. It seemed the facilities on the 6th underground floor were indeed different. Unlike the other floors where all 16 classes shared a single punishment room, here each class had its own dedicated small punishment room. However, Teacher Li Qi had been looking for a while, and the two cabinets against the wall, which were presumably for storing instruments, were locked, preventing her from seeing any tools for punishment. Yet, the small room contained a platform that could accommodate a person lying down, and numerous wires and data cables, giving the impression of some formidable equipment. It's important to note that the punishment was for having errors, not for having many errors. The difficulty of the homework in the Special Classes on the 6th underground floor was incomparable to that of the classes on the other floors. A girl who could get 100 points on a homework assignment on the 3rd underground floor might not even score 50 here. Teacher Li Qi was accustomed to punishing girls who had too many errors or hadn't finished their homework at all. Here, however, even a single misspelled letter or a forgotten punctuation mark would result in severe punishment. When a completely naked girl, wearing a high-tech iron collar around her neck, her hands bound behind her back with automatic restraints at zero distance, and her feet secured together by magnetic cuffs, hopped to her in front of her with her feet together, Teacher Li Qi immediately recognized her: "Lin Jing, you are the one who..." "Yes, Teacher. You also interrogated me in the punishment room on the 3rd underground floor." Despite her hands and feet being completely restrained, Lin Jing stood with a graceful posture, her slender body exuding an elegant charm. This female reporter, who had infiltrated Yan Feng School disguised as a high school student to gather evidence of alleged illegal confinement and abuse, now looked at the teacher who was about to administer a cruel punishment with a very polite and gentle smile, bowing her head respectfully. "Teacher, could you please unlock my restraints? When receiving punishment, one is supposed to lie on the torture platform with their limbs spread apart." Teacher Li Qi then came to her senses and looked at the remote control in her hand, which allowed her to freely control the automatic magnetic restraints. Which button was for unlocking? Teacher Li Qi casually pressed a button, and the girl's feet, which had been together, separated. Her hands remained tightly bound behind her back. "That's the button for the feet." "That's right, Teacher. You are currently using the default setting, which means the magnetic cuffs on your feet can separate up to 50 centimeters." Teacher Li Qi then noticed the small LCD screen on the remote control. Next to the icons of two feet, the number 50CM was displayed. Next to the icons of two hands, it showed 0. This meant that the distance

"Very good, children, show your teacher the results of your rehearsal. Let's start with your group, Hou Yuying." "Yes, teacher." Soon, three girls stood in a row, ready to perform the dance "Peacock Dance" they had been rehearsing. While the Peacock Dance is not an uncommon dance, don't assume it's easy for female students to perform. This is because all the girls have to wear handcuffs and shackles while dancing at the party. Teacher Li Qi stood up and lifted Hou Yuying's wrist. What Hou Yuying was wearing on her wrist now was a special model of handcuffs, the "Dance Cuffs" specially made by Yan Feng School. Normally, these girls wear short-chained handcuffs intended to restrain their hands, with only a few centimeters between their wrists, leaving them with virtually no freedom of movement. Prisons also have long-chained handcuffs, with a distance of 40 to 50 centimeters between the wrists, which, while locking the hands, generally do not interfere with the use of hands in daily life. The chain length of the "Dance Cuffs" is 30 centimeters. Girls wearing these handcuffs still cannot use their hands normally as they would without them, but they are sufficient to perform dance movements. In fact, purely from a dancing perspective, not wearing handcuffs would allow the female students to display more graceful movements. However, because the shackles they wear cannot be removed for a long time, the 45-meter chain length of the shackles themselves restricts the movement of their feet. If their feet are restricted while their hands are free to move, it would affect the overall coordination and aesthetic appeal of the dance performance. Thus, these specialized dance handcuffs were created to provide appropriate restriction to their hands. In the dimly lit physical punishment room, the three female students began to dance. Hou Yuying and the other two female students, under the restriction of their shackles and handcuffs, danced as gracefully as they could before Teacher Li Qi, showcasing the most captivating beauty of their alluring bodies. "Crack!" Teacher Li Qi suddenly struck Xu Zixuan's leg with a slender iron rod. To avoid damaging the flesh-colored stockings, the blow was aimed at the thigh area covered by the sailor uniform skirt. However, even through the two layers of skirt and stockings, Xu Zixuan couldn't help but cry out in pain. "Follow your classmates' steps, don't just do whatever you feel like!" "Yes." With tears welling up from the pain of the blow, Xu Zixuan endured the discomfort and continued to dance. If she slowed down because of this punishment, every subsequent mistake would invite further severe beatings from the teacher. Thus, the three girls continued to dance the Peacock Dance, filled with trepidation, through this five-minute ordeal. The other two groups of girls watched their classmates' graceful dance under the shackles and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Yan Feng School, as a strict cram school, imposed an unimaginably heavy academic workload on its female students. Therefore, the rehearsal time for the New Year's Eve party was only one week. Moreover, most female high school students in Ninghua Country had never learned to dance due to the overall educational environment. Yet, Yan Feng School demanded that they, with no prior talent foundation, perform brilliantly on their class's party stage within a week, achieving a level comparable to professional singers and dancers. The practice of being beaten for even the slightest mistake was a standard rule for party rehearsals. Even at the very beginning of preparation, if the pitch of a song was slightly imperfect or a dance move was slightly off, the homeroom teacher would show no mercy. They had no idea how they had endured these past few days. Although they didn't feel their progress was rapid while performing themselves, it was only when watching their classmates' performances that they realized how far their potential had been pushed under this hellish training. The five-minute performance ended. Although the three female students were drenched in sweat from exhaustion, they maintained their elegant postures, as they had no right to rest until the homeroom teacher nodded. In these past five minutes, Hou Yuying had been whipped 3 times, Xu Zixuan 5 times, and Ouyang Qi 4 times for their lack of synchronized dance movements. Yet, the girls gritted their teeth and persevered through the Peacock Dance. "Very good, you have practiced very well. The teacher is proud of you. Alright, let's move on to the next group. You can stand aside and watch for now. Wei Yumeng, it's your group's turn. Let's rehearse your chorus." After several top students wearing flesh-colored stockings retreated to the side, Wei Yumeng and several other female students wearing white stockings, dragging their shackles, walked up to Teacher Li Qi. They were to rehearse the chorus of a famous Ninghua Country song, "Summer Night." On the way to the teacher, Wei Yumeng glanced back meaningfully at Cui Wan, who was in another group. Looking at Cui Wan, her closest sister from the same dormitory, a familiar ache resurfaced in Wei Yumeng's heart. The reason was none other than the pair of black stockings Cui Wan was wearing on her legs, which, while highlighting her physical charm, represented her status as a subpar student.

For the female students completely domesticated by Yan Feng School, the idea of having "their own will" was unthinkable. All 32 girls in the first class of the vocational track were required to list the School of Engineering at Luoguan University as their target. Although they had initially enrolled in Yan Feng School with the goal of applying to Luoguan University, and were placed in the same class because of it, now, even those lacking confidence in their chances of admission still had to list the School of Engineering at Luoguan University, just like their classmates. No matter how unwilling, they had no choice but to comply. Having fallen into the hands of this girls' school, if they took the Ministry of Education's "principle of voluntary application" seriously, they would later face agonizing torture in the disciplinary room, an "enlightenment" bestowed by their teachers. All the girls, with their handcuffed hands, picked up the pens provided and signed their names in the "Voluntary Application Confirmation" section. There were three blank application forms. According to Ninghua's university admission system, each high school graduate could list up to three universities before the entrance exams. If they met the admission score for at least one, they would be successfully admitted. However, for Wei Yumeng, one blank application form was sufficient; the other two were superfluous. As her homeroom teacher had instructed, she only needed to fill out the School of Engineering at Luoguan University on the first form. If she dared to fill out the other two, her forms would be immediately discovered by the teachers upon submission, leading to a trip to the disciplinary room. As for Cui Wan, none of her three application forms would be used. Yan Feng School had already sentenced her to an additional year of schooling, forcing her to repeat the grade. Despite her current grades being sufficient and the application form leading to her desired university being right in front of her, the teacher did not give her a pen. This was a serious violation of regulations, as the Ministry of Education's official guidelines explicitly prohibited schools from depriving students of their right to apply. However, in this closed underground world, a hell for girls where school rules reigned supreme, the laws of the outside world could not save this unfortunate girl. She could only watch her classmates fill out their desired institutions while she stared at the blank form, unable to write a single word. The girl's hands, bound by handcuffs, rested on her light pink uniform skirt. Her fingers, with nails digging into her flesh, clutched her legs clad in black stockings, the color signifying subpar students. She desperately wanted to cry, but the tears, reaching her tear ducts, refused to fall, overwhelmed by excessive sorrow and torment. To create a pretense of normalcy and gather evidence of Cui Wan's "voluntary" decision to withdraw, the school deliberately distributed application forms to girls who had already been stripped of their graduation exam eligibility. They were instructed to open them, leave them blank, and submit them, all while being recorded by surveillance cameras to document their "voluntary abandonment of application and decision to repeat the grade." The act of receiving an application form but being forbidden to fill it out inflicted far greater psychological torment on the female students than simply not receiving the form at all. However, this was not a concern for the school. In the surveillance room of the underground Level 4 administrative area, two section chiefs from the Provincial Education Department found themselves overwhelmed by the scenes unfolding in the various classrooms on their monitors. The screens were filled with the sight of the girls in their adorable light pink sailor uniforms, stockings of three different colors, their long, flowing hair, and their bright white canvas shoes. In a typical high school, most third-year female students would have short hair and would not be allowed to wear such bright and alluring attire. All the girls had their feet bound by shackles, and their hands, cuffed, held pens, smoothly filling out the forms they had been given. These two section chiefs had visited many high schools but had never witnessed such a beautiful and tempting spectacle. While there were all-girls schools outside, none had ever presented such a captivating display of restrained beauty with shackles and handcuffs. "Is this real? Writing application forms while handcuffed, could that affect their handwriting? What if the writing isn't clear..." "You needn't worry about that. Forget application forms; they can complete this perfectly fine while handcuffed. For them, writing homework with handcuffs is just a daily habit." A teacher in a prison guard uniform handed the two section chiefs a stack of essay paper. On it was a 3,000-word statement written by a female student, meticulously copied during evening self-study the previous night while handcuffed. Upon receiving the paper, the section chief examined the neat and beautiful handwriting, which rivaled calligraphy samples, and could not fathom how it was achieved. Another section chief, using a magnified, clear view on a classroom surveillance camera, scrutinized the screen for a long time before turning back to question: "This isn't right. Why are all the girls in Science Class 8 filling out their application forms for Chuncheng University of Technology? The Ministry of Education explicitly states voluntary application. How could dozens of girls in an entire class coincidentally want to apply to the same university?" "You may not be aware, but before these girls enrolled in our school, they had already indicated their desired institutions. We simply placed girls with the same target institutions in the same class for the convenience of teaching arrangements." "That still doesn't add up. Their intentions last year might not be the same as now. And if a girl's grades aren't sufficient, would they all prefer to repeat the year rather than fill out their original target? I have reason to suspect that you are engaging in behavior that violates Ministry of Education regulations by forcing students to fill out applications." The younger section chief, looking at the teachers beside him, insisted on an explanation. But in truth, even without asking, it was clear that in an environment of constant 24-hour surveillance, with shackles and handcuffs, the female students had no choice. Even if an explanation were offered, this section chief would find it difficult to accept the notion of voluntary applications.