Akira headed toward the base with calm composure, though inwardly tense. As an elite officer, she was no stranger to special assignments—her mission this time being the re-education of corrupt soldiers. An expert in this field, she excelled at strict, uncompromising discipline. Her slender legs, encased in a tight skirt, commanded the atmosphere wherever she went. The sight of her launching merciless, relentless attacks designed to drain men of their very essence sent chills through onlookers. Nights were especially dangerous. Akira could appear at any moment—there was no warning. When a knock came at the dormitory door, resistance was futile; the battle had already begun. To endure or to submit—that decision would be made in a single second.