As the final whistle blew, I couldn't help but let out a triumphant laugh. With a satisfied smirk, I glanced over at my defeated opponents, their faces flushed with a mixture of frustration and admiration. Being ranked first in the Elite Class wasn't just a title to me; it was a symbol of my strength, my skill, my dominance. I had worked tirelessly to earn this position, mastering every perverted technique, honing my body to perfection. And now, here I was, standing at the top.