SSS Ranked Taboo Student

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

Sloane moaned out loud one more time before letting loose.

Enveloped in her depth, felt her warm nectar wrap around his decreasing member as he pulled it out.

"Mmmmm!"

With an exhausted breath of ecstasy, Sloane spread both of her arms wide across the desk while inwardly realizing her legs had turned cold from Max's rapid hard thrusts.

Without a word, Max placed down her legs then observed his limp member for a moment before pulling his underwear over it. Followed by a quick buckle of his belt.

Being the only spectator of course, the Provost watched with cold interest . Her thoughts and emotions completely hidden behind those eyes.

In the next embarrassing moment of silence for Sloane who was yet to recover the feel of her lower limbs and get up- Max was done, back to his normal student uniform.

"Done."

Picking up his bag, Max gaze found the Provost's eyes, skipping the nude body between them with a composed expression.

"Good. Follow me."

Hinting disgust, the Provost smiled and picked up the stack of papers she had prepared.

Left to stare at her back view as she turned 160°, Max raised his brow in a puzzled manner.

Facing the wall behind her desk, the Provost placed her palm flat against it. And the next moment, a faint beep followed. Then a white circle rippled into existence beneath her hand, glowing brighter as it seem to scan her palm in a single vertical sweep.

Without a sound, the section of wall receded inwardly, revealing a seamless elevator door. That slid open with a gentle hiss.

'Looks much advanced than the the secret door from earlier. The mechanism and technology behind is slightly more advanced it seems.' Max analysed.

Without turning to glance back, the Provost stepped in first and Max followed after with the door behind them automatically closing.

Before Max could react, the wall they were facing paired open the next instant. A clean slit ran at the centre, followed by a puff sound.

Speechless, Max was greeted by a narrow, pristine space with white lights that traced along the walls and ceiling in smooth, unbroken design that casted the room in a soft glow.

Just as his eyes darted between the details, Max noticed that the air carried a faint sterile scent.

Just then, he noticed two dressed scientists in slim white coats who looked like they were about to perform a highly advanced surgery, standing right before them with tablets in hand.

The whole room was lit, accompanied with silent big monitors that made it seem like a scene from a movie in his previous world.

Not leaving Max to marvel much at the highly sophisticated room that hid a secret that 90% of the world population didn't know, the two scientist they gestured for him to follow while the Provost took a step to the side and coldly watched.

"Sit."

Guided to a sleek reclining chair, one of the scientists spoke with a thick voice.

Revealing their gender identity to be males, probably men in their early forties. As nothing could be visualised from the full overall they had on.

While the man who spoke went through his tab, Max watched the other pick up a thin-needled device and took a quick blood sample from him.

When he was done, the man going through the tablet raised upon his head with a quick nudge at his googles.

The next moment , Max saw a vertical frame descend from the ceiling, scanning him head to toe in a silent X-ray sweep.

After it was done,the other scientist opened a silver box that looked highly classified after typing in what appeared to be codes.

Inside, a single glass syringe filled with faintly shimmering liquid was picked up.

Without thinking, Max knew it was the supposed serum.

"He's in a very good condition, you can commence."

Having gone through the scan result on the tablet, the first scientist nodded with a strangely good air around him. Probably satisfied by the e scan result.

"This will hurt."

That said, the man plunge the needle through his skin.

'What is this feeling?'

As the serum slid into his vein, Max felt a subtle burn spreading warmth through his arm.

The warmth seeped up his arm, but instead of surging power or sharpened senses, it faded just as quickly as it came—leaving nothing behind but a faint itch at the injection site.

'Huh?'

Confused, Max glanced at his hand, flexing his fingers. No strength boost. No clarity. Not even a hint of dizziness. Just… nothing.

However, ignorant of what he experienced, the scientists nodded, thinking the gestures he made were from the foreign sensation coursing through him.

The first scientist checked the tablet, his satisfied expression slipping for a fraction of a second before he masked it again.

"Vitals stable. All within expected range."

The second one offered a clinical nod, already putting away the syringe. "Procedure complete. It will take one week for the serum to assimilate with your body system so come back then for a quick check up."

Inwardly surprised, Max's brow arched.

'That's it?'

Just then, the Provost stepped forward, her heels clicking softly against the pristine floor.

"You're done here. Follow me."

Tpanel in the far wall slid open, revealing the short white corridor. Beyond it, the elevator waited again—silent, polished, and just as unwelcoming as before.

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