You may play the part of strong military men in your everyday lives, but here, you're nothing more than slaves to your Goddess Krystal. It's amusing, isn't it? How easily I strip you of your rank, reduce you to a quivering mess, desperate for my attention. You may command respect in your uniform, but beneath it, you're just weak, pitiful men addicted to my cruel words. You crave the humiliation, the degradation, don't you? You're eager to trade your medals of honor for a moment of my disdain. It's laughably pathetic how quickly you surrender, how willingly you submit to me. Remember, in my world, your rank means nothing. You're just slaves, eagerly awaiting my command.