70 Assault I

"It's not fair! There must be some way for you to do something! What do you want? Money? I don't care how much you ask for, I'll give it."

Yuliang snorted, "Relax, it's worth 10%, you can still pass the unit as long as you do well on the next three assignments." Yuliang turned his attention to the Netscreen, "Wait, let me see your average. Hmmm, 49%. Yeah, that's not looking good for you. You have to score above 70 for the next few assessments if you want to pass the in-class component of your grade, just passing the semester exam is no good."

It had been a long day. An entire morning dealing with the second year Enforcing students and an afternoon dealing with an even more exhausting first year Healing students.

It was well after five now and no one was left in the building. He'd spent hours listening to pleading students' sincere apologies and excuses individually and Carlton Riviera was the last one.

Once Yuliang was done here, he could go home and take a good long nap. He hadn't managed to get much sleep last night due to returning late from the Rydel Estate and the lingering effects of Energy exhaustion left him quite easily drained these days.

As tired as he was, and with how unexpected the act had been, Yuliang's first response when Carlton suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into a kiss was a confused groan.

However, the confusion didn't last long.

The wave of fury that washed over him felt scorching. Yuliang put a stop to the violating act by harshly grabbing Carlton by the short locks of his hair at the back of the man's head to pull him away.

"Ugh."

Yuliang twisted his fingers and tugged harshly, forcing Carlton to look him in the eye, amber eyes set ablaze.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

Carlton glared right back, but Yuliang could feel the trembling of his body from their proximity to one another.

"What does it look like? If you don't want me to tell people that you inappropriately touched one of your students, you better do what I say, omega," Carlton gritted out, through the pain of the grip on his scalp.

He didn't seem to be quite aware of exactly who it was that had the upper hand here. No matter, Yuliang was a teacher now after all. He was more that happy to drill the fact into this stupid bitch's thick skull.

Unfortunately before Yuliang could say anything, the other man boldly took Yuliang's free hand and brought it down to the erect tent forming in his pants.

"But, before we do that, we can have some fun first," he said with a smug smirk that begged for someone to punch him in the face.

Yuliang's blazing amber eyes darkened and cooled down to steel.

He gave the protruding object a stroke, drifting his hand lower to get a better grip through the fabric of Carlton's pants.

Then he squeezed.

He squeezed hard.