Yu Xiang's hand remained pressed against Tianlong's crotch for another agonizing second for Yuna before she pulled back, her fingers trailing deliberately slow across the fabric as if trying to arouse him, even though she knew it was not going to work.
"Come," she commanded, her voice switching back to that cold, authoritative tone. "There's a private consultation room nearby. We can... 'discuss' the terms of Miss Yuna's punishment there."
She turned on her heel, her hips swaying as she walked toward a door just down the corridor.
Tianlong glanced at Yuna, whose face had gone completely pale.
'N-no...' Her ears were flat against her head, her tail wrapped tightly around her leg as if trying to make herself smaller.
"Wait!" Yuna's voice cracked as she stumbled forward. Seeing his expression, she at least realized what was about to happen. So she turned hurriedly. "Professor Xiang, please! Just punish me! Expel me if you want, but don't—don't make him do this!"
