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"Arthur, could I speak to you after class?"
Arthur turned around. Robin had just finished her lecture for bloodline studies, the last students still packing up around them.
"Yeah, I can stay." He stopped packing his things and turned to look at her.
She was wearing a tight fit pencil skirt that stopped just above her knees with her top being a white shirt that was covered with a jacket that draped over. Her breasts were still easy to see even with the jacket covering up much of her chest.
"Good, will chat back over in my office." Waving him over Arthur follows after Robin to her office that she has on campus. Following her back into the room She lets Arthur step in the room was very similar to the one that he first met her in.
Taking a seat Arthur watched as Robin closed the door leaving just the two of them.
"What is it you wanna to see me for Mrs. Foxwell?"
"Robin just call me Robin when it's just the two of us and the reason I brought you here is that I found something rather interesting the other day."
Arthur dips his head to the side confused on what she could mean.
"You see when I was going out for a walk one night I happened to run into someone who was in my favorite spot. Now this isn't super uncommon for someone to be at my spot but so late at night. That never happens especially when the person I find there is doing something so indecent."
"What do mean?" Arthur while he had a idea on what she was talking about plays the fool.
"Since you don't want to admit it, I'll spell it out for you. I found Amy sitting on a bench, fingering herself saying your name."
Robin narrowed her eyes, leaning across the desk, looking Arthur dead in the face.
"Care to explain why a young woman would be saying your name while being indecent with herself in public? And it wouldn't happen to have anything to do with your bloodline, would it?"
"I'm not sure what Amy does in her free time is really my—"
"Stop." Robin cut him off flat. "Don't try to wriggle your way out of this. I know you marked Amy. That tattoo is rather revealing and easy enough to see when she was being so indecent. So don't play dumb with me."
She straightened slightly, arms folding.
"I don't have a problem with what you're doing with your fellow classmates. If anything, I'd encourage it. There are enough people around here with a stick up their ass and not enough sense to enjoy themselves. But blatantly disregarding your girl after you've taken responsibility for her?" Robin shook her head. "I haven't been teaching you for the last three months just for you to misuse your bloodline like this. It seems you need a personal lesson in how to treat a woman properly."
Where is this going?
Arthur held his expression steady, but internally the question turned over. He'd known Robin was likely going to bring up Amy that had been the whole point of sending Vespa out there. But things were taking a turn. Not worse, exactly. Just different.
"So here's what's going to happen."
Robin stepped forward, closing the distance until she was right in front of him. She looked down at him.
"You're going to mark me."
What.
The word landed like a stone. Every prepared speech, every carefully arranged comeback he had been building toward that exact conclusion all of it shattered on impact. For once, Arthur looked genuinely puzzled.
"You see, after speaking with Amy a little more, I finally started to understand what makes your bloodline so special. Before, I thought it was as simple as cultivation aid general enhancement. But there seems to be considerably more to it."
Robin licked her lips, a slow smile spreading across her face.
"I want to taste it. I want to see just how far your bloodline can go. But to do that, you need to take a step further because right now, you aren't doing a great job." She held his gaze. "So mark me. And in return, I'll educate you. I'll show you what it truly means to use your bloodline to its fullest."
Robin grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in, pressing her lips to his.
Arthur, not one to reject an opening, pushed back into the kiss, his hands moving to explore her but just as he reached for her, she pulled away and slapped his hand down. She opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Oh, no. No, no, no. You haven't learned your lesson yet." A small smile. "That was just a taste of what's going to happen tonight. But first how about we watch a little show? So I can properly educate you on how your girls are supposed to cultivate."
She clapped her hands.
The office door opened.
Stepping through the door, two figures entered. The one in front was small and slight brown hair falling just past her shoulder blades, petite frame unmistakable.
Arthur knew immediately who it was. Amy.
What she was wearing, however, was another matter entirely.
Atop Amy's head sat a pair of bunny ears, and her school uniform was nowhere to be seen replaced by a reverse bunny suit that covered her arms and legs but left her chest and lower half entirely bare, only small heart-shaped stickers covering her nipples and between her thighs. Her tattoos were on full display.
Walking into the room behind Amy, Leon shut the door. Arthur's expression stayed neutral, but his mind was already turning.
Oh. I see what she's doing.
Robin wasn't quite as straightforward as she'd made herself out to be. Arthur had almost let himself forget one clear fact about her she loved to tease and she especially loved to play games.
"So, Arthur." Robin walked over and placed a hand on Leon's shoulder. "To teach you exactly how to treat a girl, Leon here is going to show you exactly how it's done."
Robin gave Leon a light push forward, urging him on.
Amy looked at Arthur.
"This is what you wanted. Right, Arthur? You wanted me to cultivate that's what you said. That's why you marked me. That's why you gave me such an obscene tattoo. It's all for this." A beat, like she was convincing herself as much as him. "So just know this is your fault."
She turned back to Leon.
His large hands had already found her shoulders, taking hold of her small frame. Amy's cheeks flushed deep as his presence swallowed hers entirely.
Robin walked back over to Arthur, smiling.
"And you, sir you're going to sit right there in that little chair of yours and not do a single thing. Just watch."
Robin licked her lips.
"Don't worry. I'll make sure you're not left out entirely."
Her hands gripped his shoulders from behind as she walked around the back of his chair, forcing him to face forward toward Leon and Amy, who were already getting started.