The chamber fell into stunned silence.
Every professor's head snapped toward Tianlong, eyes widening in shock and disbelief.
"What—" the golem-woman started, her rocky voice grinding to a halt.
Beneath the table, Tianlong's grip on Sylvea's pussy hair tightened. He twisted slowly, the green curls wrapping around his fingers as he pulled with just enough force to make her pussy lips stretch obscenely. The tender flesh was already swollen from earlier abuse, and now it burned with fresh pain.
"Mmph—!" Sylvea bit down on her lip hard, trying desperately to suppress the whimper threatening to escape.
Tears welled in her eyes—partly from the pain, partly from the overwhelming humiliation of having her most intimate parts handled like this while she tried to maintain authority. Her vision blurred as moisture gathered on her lashes.
